“Yes Miss. I mean, no Miss. Uh…I noticed…there’s some sort of small port or hole in the side of the cage. I was wondering…um…what’s that for?”
She laughed as the took the last item off of my arm.
“Oh that. I was wondering if you’d notice. Have you been investigating your new little home?”
I moaned.
“Yes Miss.”
“You haven’t been trying to escape again, have you?”
“No Miss!” I said, hurriedly.
She laughed again. She was moving around the room now, and it sounded like she was sorting through jewelry.
“Well, not that it matters. That cage is inescapable. But maybe I haven’t been keeping you busy enough if you have time to just sit around and play with yourself.”
“Yes Miss” I sighed.
Suddenly I felt her hand tap my crotch. My breath caught in my throat.
“I’ll tell you all about your new cage tonight, bank. It’s got all sorts of fun features. But I thought the girls would like to hear about it too, and I don’t like to repeat myself. Ok?”
She grabbed the top that was wrapped around my head and gave it a tug. I blinked in the sudden light as I opened my eyes. Amber was standing in front of me, stunning in form fitting high waisted orange pants and an ivory silken blouse. The pants were obviously tailored for her by Ms. Sutton. They fit perfectly and accentuated her hips and long legs. The top had a deep V and I could see a hint of a lacy white bra. She watched me and smiled as my eyes traveled up and down her body.
“Do you like?” She asked, raising her hands up and giving a graceful twirl.
“Yes Miss. You look beautiful.”
She did. As she spun I noticed her perfectly round her ass in the tailored pants.
She grinned and patted me on the cheek. Her unkempt damp hair hung around her shoulders, and she hadn’t put on any makeup but that only added to her crazy beauty.
“Now I don’t want to hear any more silly talk about your cage or it’s contents. Understand?”
“Yes Miss.”
Amber pointed at the small table and mirror in the corner of her room.
“Hands and knees, bank. Over there.”
She snapped her fingers.
I hurried over the corner and got down on my hands and knees in front of her makeup table, pushing the chair out of the way.
Amber settled down on my back and crossed her legs casually. She patted my butt and picked up her hairdryer.
“It was pretty fun having you help me get ready this morning, bank. We’ll have to do that more often.”
My agreement was drowned out by the sound of her hairdryer.
After what felt like twenty minutes or so she was done with her makeup and stood up. My arms and back were getting tired, but I felt like I was stronger than I was when she sat on me last week. Perhaps my workouts with Sarah were already having a positive impact.
I watched as Sarah went into her closet, and came out with an expensive pair of orange strappy heels, that perfectly matched her pants.
“Come” She said, striding confidently out of the room.
I hesitated for just a second. She hadn’t told me to stand, so I thought it was safer to stay on the floor. I crawled after her as quickly as I could, feeling my cheeks burn with humiliation.
She was standing by the door with her phone and purse in her hands. Her shoes were on the floor next to her.
“I’m sending you a Venmo request now. You’re going to buy me coffee and a muffin on my way to the office.”