The Girl in the Cage by Inessa Scott

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Not a word had been exchanged since they had entered the apartment. No words were needed. His demeanour conveyed his wishes, and it was clear to Kate that he was giving her no other option than to comply. She felt no urge to resist. She had granted him dominion, and she felt a detached, comforting, yet empowering sense of security.

Kate Shaw has every reason to feel on top of the world. She is beautiful, talented, and young. She has a generous graduation gift from her parents and loves the trendy London apartment that she has rented. She has found a well-paying job with a sympathetic boss. She even has a toehold in the world of ballet, which is her greatest passion.

But all is not as it seems. Unbeknownst to her, she has been setup. She will be auctioned off at Pinnacle Placements, a front for the Midas Club, a shadowy association of some of the world’s most wealthy and powerful men.

Most young women would be shocked. Not Kate. The idea feeds into fantasies she has nurtured since her teenage years. She has secretly longed to find a strong man who treats her as his chattel: protecting her, telling her what to do, caring for her, ordering her around, owning her, using her…

One year as a paid female companion, and she can be rich and free for life with youth and beauty still on her side. This is how she encounters Rob.

Rob is very masculine, very handsome, and very wealthy. A broken childhood has made him a misogynist. He uses beautiful young women to fulfil his twisted desires and then casts them aside. But he has never met anyone as pure, as naïve, as beautiful, or as beguiling as Kate.

Together, they embark on a journey to explore their deepest and darkest sexual fantasies. After one year, they will go their separate ways, but they have not counted on falling in love—the one unwittingly, the other unwillingly. So how will their journey end?

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Excerpt from The Girl in the Cage © Copyright 2023 Inessa Scott

Not a word had been exchanged since they had entered the apartment. No words were needed. His demeanour conveyed his wishes, and it was clear to Kate that he was giving her no other option than to comply. She felt no urge to resist. She had granted him dominion, and she felt a detached, comforting, yet empowering sense of security.

She felt bewildered.

I am naked.

I have been branded.

He is sitting there, commanding me, and I am yielding to his will.

So why do I feel empowered?

Rob left her with little time for her idle reflections. With a come-hither gesture, he ordered her to approach him. She was about to walk out of the lighted circle when a sharp snap of her master’s fingers brought her to an abrupt halt. Rob looked annoyed. She realised that he did not want her to approach him on her feet. The respect due to her master required her to be on all fours, looking up at him.

She obeyed his finger, got down on her hands and knees, and crawled toward him. When she was within his arm’s reach, he snapped his fingers again and ordered her to stop. Using a remote control, he adjusted the spotlight until it once again illuminated Kate.

Kate stiffened as she saw him reach for a flat cane that lay on the armrest of his chair. She was not sure if she was yet ready to be caned. To her relief, he simply used the cane to reach out and push her back at her shoulders until she was seated with her thighs resting on her lower legs and her bottom touching her heels.

Rob leaned back in his chair and inspected Kate. Her meek submissiveness was as touching as it was satisfying. He used his cane to raise her chin and splay out her knees. Still with the cane, he tucked in her elbows until they dug into her hips, with the forearms resting on her thighs. He smiled as Kate placed her hands on her knees with her palms facing upward, ready to accept a taste of his cane if that was what he wished.

“Let us establish the ground rules, Kate. When you are naked in my presence, I am your master; I am your owner. You will address me as ‘Sir’. You will obey me without hesitation. If you do not, you will be punished. When we are in bed, I am your friend, and you may call me by my name again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” said Kate meekly. It was the first time she had addressed him as ‘sir.’ It seemed like the right thing to do.

“You have a perfectly formed body. I like your mouth, your boobs, your pussy, your ass, and your legs. You seem respectful, docile, and obedient. I think I am going to enjoy being your master. Remember that I may use any part of your body in any way that I like and at any time. If you ever feel that I am going too far and you want me to stop, just say the word ‘Pinnacle’. There may be times when you cannot talk. Before that happens, I will give you a sign to use instead. If at any point you want to end our deal and leave, you may do so. You will keep all the money. I have already given you my word on that. Do you have any questions?”

“No, sir.”

Rob surveyed the beautiful girl kneeling before him. Kate’s femininity was now on full display. Thanks to her freshly shaven pussy, her perfectly pink, heart-shaped nether lips were clearly visible. Her shapely breasts glowed in the dim light. Her taut, stiff nipples pointed directly at their new owner. Her body diffused a delicate scent of rose with heady honey overtones.

“You will assume this position when you hear the command ‘Heel!’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Rob gave her an approving smile. He spent several minutes quietly drinking in the beautiful spectacle that sat at his feet, awaiting his next command. “Come closer,” he ordered.

Kate shuffled forward until her face was inches away from his crotch. I can see his cock bursting to get out of those trousers. He is going to order me to give him a blow job.

She was disappointed.

“Put your hands under your boobs and push them up.”

As Kate hurried to comply, he reached into his jacket's front breast pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a pen.

“This is a cryoscopic monogram pen,”

“I used it in the elevators at The Spire to mark your bottom. I am now going to do the same thing on your boobs. The indelible ink will fade out within a few weeks. You will bear my mark for as long as I own you. When I cannot see my monogram clearly, I will mark you again.”

“Do you understand, Kate?”

“Yes, sir.”

Kate had a momentary sensation of intense cold as he stamped first one breast and then the other, just above her nipples.

She watched the ink penetrate her. The black R-R monogram was clear, sharp, and resplendent against her rose-beige skin. She examined her freshly branded breasts, looked up at him, and gave him a happy smile.

“Thank you, sir!” she said.

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