the cage

coming home late tonight from a business dinner. (oh it does feel so lovely to be able to say that after having been unemployed on and off for 2 years - especially when someone else paid for the dinner!)

i was about a mile from home, coming up the dark road between work and my house. ahead of me was a pick-up truck.

in the back of the truck was a cage.

it took about a block to register. and then i felt it.

i was sinking into subspace.

i've had fantasies about being caged. usually, the cage itself is not enough. i also want restraint. at the very least, i see a leather collar around my neck. with a chain from the collar to a ring on the bars. sometimes it is a short chain, so that my movement is limited. sometimes it allows me to move around the cage, and is more a symbol than any sort of restriction.

the odd thing is that i don't see myself filling the whole cage.

nor do i see it as a huge zoo-size cage.

it is a pet cage, for i am my master's pet.
it is perhaps like a cage for crating a dog at night.

the cage is of normal size.

it is i who am small.

i am my master's kitten.
i huddle in the corner.
i await his return.
i am eager.
i am fearful.
he will pet me.
he will hurt me.

he will please himself.

and i crave it all.