I was startled awake by the wooden crate opening. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I saw the still pissed-off face of my Mistress staring down at me through the cage bars. Last night I was caught (again) attempting to pleasure myself through the openings in the steel chastity device I was locked into. This time she finally had enough of my disobedience and, as punishment, decided I would be spending the night securely locked away in the basement. So, after ordering me to strip, which I did immediately, she fitted me into a latex strait jacket. It had purposely been purchased one size too small so as to make it extremely uncomfortable when buckled. She made sure to pull the two leg straps extra tight and my painful grimace brought a sinister smile to her face. Next came a pair of steel police ankle shackles and an extra large ball gag. The gag was a harness style and she made sure the straps that buckled around my head were also pulled extra tight. Despite the fact that there was no chance of me removing them, she still placed small padlocks through all the locking straps on my straitjacket as well as on the gag, more for effect than to prevent escape. She then padlocked a thick chain to the steel collar already around my neck and, with just a nod, beckoned me to follow. Keeping up with her as we climbed down the two flights of stairs from her bedroom to the basement was difficult, hobbled by the short chain, but angry as she was, I knew better than to do anything but stay closely behind. After all, the last thing I wanted to do was to give her a reason to be any angrier.

In the far corner of the basement is a small concrete room. This house, having been built in the 1950’s, had the room originally constructed as a fallout shelter. However, that no longer being necessary, Mistress has converted it for “other” uses. Among the items behind the locked door is a wooden crate. This is where I was going to be spending the night. Opening the lid, inside the crate, you find a heavy steel cage. I’ve never spent more than an hour or two inside – until tonight. Since it was only around 10 PM (and tomorrow was Saturday), I knew I’d be locked away for considerably longer. Of course I’ve spent the night caged many times before. She had another in the bedroom. However it was larger, with a padded floor, pillow and blanket – the Hilton compared to tonight’s accommodations. When I was kept overnight in that cage, it was never bound or gagged like this and was usually reserved for when one of her girlfriend’s were spending the night. Despite the fact that we lived together, her female submissives were always given priority over me in her bed. This crate was designed exclusively for my punishment.

Once the crate and cage doors were opened, she removed a rubber gas mask from inside and fitted it over my head. The breathing hose ran from the mask to a ventilation hole in the side of the crate. This allowed me to breath fresh air, while at the same time being kept restricted even further, since you have to breathe deeply to pull air in. She tightened down the straps, making sure I could see through the two small eye openings. Climbing carefully into the cage I laid down on my back, squirming a bit in a futile effort to get into a position of relative comfort. Unfortunately the cage is small and I had to bend my knees, keeping my feet flat on the floor, in order to fit. Taking the end of my leash, she padlocked it to a ring set in the floor of the cage. She closed the cage door, saying indifferently, “If your lucky - I’ll be back to let you out sometime tomorrow.” She slammed the crate closed, leaving me alone in total darkness.

Now, after a night that seemed to last forever, she had returned to let me out. She was clearly still annoyed and I couldn’t say I blamed her, but at least I’d be able to stretch my tired and cramped muscles. Removing the gas mask and unlocking my leash from the cage floor, she pulled me up on my feet and I stepped out of the crate. My legs felt numb from being bent all