tamaka
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ORIGINAL: tamaka
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ORIGINAL: UllrsIshtar
You forget, LP, that whether I'm sexually submissive or not, I'm also still a sadist (one of the worst) to the core... that doesn't go away just because I'm locked up in a cage.
I will still take my sadistic pleasures when I can.
I did so several times with Cali's slavegirls, to the point that I had one of them in tears a couple of times. 
Am i the only one who would really like to hear about this? I would love to hear it!
It’s kinda hard to tell you some of those tamaka, without giving away certain things I don’t want Cali to know about. So I wrote up this one. It’s not the best example, but it should give you some idea of some of the games I played with Cali’s slave.
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In the first mail Cali ever wrote me, he told me he had a slave, and that while in captivity, she’d be my Mistress, and I’d be expected to submit to her.
I wrote him back *rather hostily* that while I had no delusions about the fact that with enough force, I could be made to obey another woman, but that under no circumstance I’d be submitting to one, let alone a slave. I told him that I don’t submit to girls, they submit to me.
Cali seemed to find that answer quite amusing.
A couple days into my captivity, I was bored and eyeing the camera that was unrelentingly trained upon me. I still didn’t know that much about it. Was it being watched? Recorded? Who was watching it? How attentive were they? Was the feed displayed on some stationary screen downstairs and mostly ignored, or moved around and actively monitored? Was there and audio feed?
I knew Cali was home. I could hear him banging away in the garage with the metal pipes, doubtlessly building some new torture contraption I’d soon get introduced to. Meanwhile Cali’s slavegirls were chattering away making noises that made me sure they were engaged in some sort of household chores. Everybody was engaged in activities and I decide it was time to find out how much leeway that gave me in regard to my every move being monitored.
Luck would have it that Cali gave me the perfect tool to run some tests with. You see, one of the restraints currently on me was my chastity belt, and he’d left my Hitachi in the cage with me just to constantly remind me of the fact that I couldn’t even masturbate to pass the time. So I picked up the useless vibrator, crawled to the edge of the cage, and threw it as far as I could passed the bars. I made sure that while I tossed it, I kept firm control over the cord, and so one the Hitachi had landed with a satisfying thud, I let the cord fall after it, making sure that while it looked out of reach I could still just barely reach the end.
And then I listened....
Sure enough, within seconds I could hear rapid footfalls running through the house, the garage door opened and a shrill voice shrieked “MASTER!!!! … (inaudible muttering)!”.
I grinned and went to sit back in the back of the cage. Moments later Cali slammed the door open and walked in with a suspicious look on his face. I didn’t want to give him a chance to think through what was happening, and so before he had a chance to speak, I interrupted him, and pointing at the vibrator with my shackled hands I grinned: “I decided I was fed up with it tempting me, and decided to put it out of reach.”.
Cali looked at the discarded toy and laughed. “Getting a little too frustrated huh?” he grinned back, and I nodded eagerly. For a moment I was afraid he was going to put the Hitachi back in the cage and find some way to secure it, but it seemed like he either didn’t think it worth the effort, or didn’t have time to be bothered with doing that at the moment.
“Well then, it sucks to be you.” he smiled, and walked out again, locking the door behind him.
I waited what seemed an appropriate time for the household to settle back into it’s routine. When Cali was again banging away in the garage, and the girls were busy chirping about, I decided it was time for the second round of my test: Did Cali’s slaves notice what I did because of the sound, or were they actually watching? Based on the noises and smells -you’ll never know how far the faint smell of steak carries until you haven’t eaten in a few days- I surmised that they were now in the middle of cooking. They couldn’t be watching that closely.
So back to the front of the cage I crept, making sure I held my leash chain so it wouldn’t make any noises. I carefully stuck my shackled hands through the bars without bumping them, and attempted to reach the cord of the thing Cali was trying to torture me with, but which now had become a tool I was using to my benefit, despite Cali’s intentions for its purpose.
I listen, and sure enough, in less than a minute I heard shrieks, and the predictable door opening, and the unavoidable: “MASTER! …. (inaudible)!”. I quickly pulled the vibrator through the bars, and went back to the back of the cage.
Moments later the door again slammed open, and Cali bursted in. Without even looking at me, his eyes went straight to the spot that moments before had held my Hitachi, and from there to the shelf not far off to the side of it. On this simple metal wire shelf, Cali kept some of the bondage toys he used on me. There were also some random carabines and bits of chain, locks, and other forced captivity paraphilia. I’d surveyed the content long ago, but there was nothing there that would have been even remotely useful, even if I’d figured out how to get my hands on any of it -which I hadn’t.
Cali was now suspiciously eying the shelf, and started to move some random bits out of the room, none of it of particular interest to me.
While he was doing that I offered to him: “I decided I wanted the Hitachi back after all, to give it one last try.”. In a tone dripping with sarcasm I added: “You mentioned how much you enjoy seeing me attempt to find some way to get through enough sensation to cum, and after all I am here for your pleasure and amusement…”.
He grunted something back, and walked out with an arm full of random useless objects.
I smiled to myself, but then the smiled turned into a frown. I knew I’d been quiet. I hadn’t made a sound. I’d taken my time. Cali’s slaves had been busy, I could hear them. And yet, it’s taken them less than a minute to go tattle on me. Either there was some motion sensor alert (unlikely, that’d be too inaccurate and annoying), or the girls were carrying whatever screen my feed was on around with them and were watching it like a chihuahua lays in lurk for the mailman to come by -unable to discriminate what’s important from what’s not, but unrelentlessly yipping nonetheless.
Or maybe it’d just been a coincidence, and they normally didn’t pay that much attention. I decided on another test, but throwing the vibrator back and forward had become a little too suspicious. But once again, things were going my way, as my water bottle was entirely empty and Cali hadn’t bothered filling it last time around. My stomach was growling too, and if it wasn’t for the water I’m sure I could have used that as an excuse as well, but water is so much harder to deny than food, so for once the lack of it was quite convenient.
I again silently started creeping to the bars, and once there stuck my hands out reaching for nothing. Because of the location of the camera and it’s angle, I was pretty sure my hands wouldn’t be visible on camera at all, and so it didn’t really matter I didn’t have anything for them to ‘do’. As long as what I was doing looked suspicious on the feed, it was all the trigger I needed.
I listened intently while silently counted to myself, and before long I noticed the desired effect. Rapid footseps, the predictable sound of the door, and the inevitable: “MASTER! … (inaudible mumbling.”. Again I retreated to the back of my cage, and again Cali showed up not too long after. This time he was visibly annoyed. “What now?” he snapped at me.
I pointed to the empty water feeder. “I’m thirsty.” I said accusingly, “And if you’re girls are going to play watch dog anyways, I might as well use them to get your attention, instead of wearing out my throat hollering in an attempt to get your attention.” Cali’s gaze went to the empty water bottle and he nodded. “And besides,” I added defiantly, “when I call you, you often ignore me. I noticed the last two times that this isn’t at all the case when you’re worried I’m up to something.”
Cali laughed, and went to get the water. Moments later he returned. As he was pouring the water, I told him “Thank you.” As much as I’d been pushing him in the last few hours, I was still naked, in chains, locked into a cage. Something in me told me that it’s best not to push one’s luck too far in these circumstances, and a little polite respect doesn’t cost much after all.
On that note I decided that it was probably best not to conduct any more tests today. Cali was obviously working on something, and the constant interruptions weren’t improving his mood any. So far he hadn’t disciplined me for messing around a bit, because, really I hadn’t technically done anything I wasn’t allowed to do, but who knows how much that would matter if I really got him annoyed?
“I’m hungry too.” I said, “Do you mind giving me my dinner now, or do I need to perform more mischief for that?”.
“Now is fine.” Cali replied, and moments later he walked in with my dog bowl with the 400 calories worth of Soylent that constituted my last meal of the day.
“Thank you.” I told him again, “Oh and before I forget, please tell the girls ‘thank you’ from me as well. They really were very obedient in fetching you when I ordered them to.”
As I say this I hear loud angry shrieks coming from downstairs.
“Apparently they heard me.” I suggest.
“Yeah,” Cali replies, “they probably did.”
“So the camera has audio too then?” I slyly ask.
Cali nods, as he’s putting down my bowl in the cage.
Triumphantly I say: “Well I warned you in my first mail that I have a dominant personality when it comes to girls!”
“Yup, you did.”, Cali replies as he’s locking the door to my cage. “You and your dominant personality have fun lapping your dinner up out of your bowl.” and smirking he walked out.
Well… I now had my dinner, fresh water and a bunch of new info. The camera had audio. When the girls were home it was unlikely I’d get away with anything without them finding out in minutes. Anything I didn’t want immediately noticed couldn’t be done with them around.
And when Cali was in the garage, he didn’t watch the feed himself… at least not while the slave-chihuahuas were around.
Cali later told me that the girls were quite upset at being played like that. After all, which ‘first girl’ wants to be bossed around into playing a game of fetch by a naked chick, in chains, locked in a cage?
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(Cross posted on Fet, where it'll probably be edited, lengthened, and fleshed out a bit more over the next few days: https://fetlife.com/users/1692623/posts/4593980)
Very cool. Thanks for writing it. I thought it was going to be harsh, so it was much different than i thought. Instead of harsh, it was clever.
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