Maid For a Party (Sequel to Maid For a Night) (Part 7 posted 4/12)

[jastes22]

Immediately, the cage felt too small.

The metal bars pressed into every curve and hollow of my body like a living thing, squeezing me into a humiliating, fetal curl. My long legs—built for powerful dolphin kicks in the pool—were forced apart and folded beneath me, knees jammed against my chest. The position spread my pussy lips obscenely wide, the cool night air kissing my dripping folds and my puckered asshole with merciless intimacy. I couldn’t close my thighs even an inch. Every tiny shift sent the bars digging deeper into my bare skin, pinching the soft flesh of my breasts, scraping my ribs, and grinding against my hip bones.

My lungs fought for space. Each shallow breath made my chest heave against the unyielding wires, ribs flaring uselessly. The world tilted; gray spots danced at the edges of my vision. Don’t you dare get sick in front of them, I begged myself. The thought of vomiting while naked and caged, while everyone watched, felt worse than any violation so far. Hot tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them back fiercely.

The midday sun had long since dipped, but the lingering heat of the evening still baked my exposed back and ass. I could already imagine the angry red lines the bars would leave across my skin, the inevitable sunburn painting my naked body in humiliating patches tomorrow. A hysterical little giggle bubbled up before I could stop it.

Should’ve put on sunscreen, Taylor. Idiot.

Caroline’s manicured fingers seized my chin through the bars, yanking my face up with bruising force. Her sneer was inches from mine, beautiful and terrifying. “What’s so funny, kitten?”

“N-nothing, Mistress,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Just… something stupid I thought of.”

Her slap cracked across my cheek. With nowhere to recoil, my head snapped sideways and bounced off the bars. The cage rattled violently. Pain bloomed hot across my face, but worse was the way my body jerked—breasts mashing against cold metal. A fresh gush of unwanted wetness slicked my thighs.

“Let me make something perfectly clear,” Caroline hissed, loud enough for the entire backyard to hear. “This is exactly where you belong. From the second I saw you strung up naked like a piece of meat that first night, I knew you were this kind of desperate, dripping slut. Say it.”

I nodded frantically, biting my lower lip until I tasted copper. “Y-yes, Mistress Caroline. This is… this is where I belong.”

The confession burned worse than the slap. Because deep down, in the darkest part of me that had been growing for two months, some twisted piece agreed. Every team practice, every “leadership meeting,” every night I’d crawled home sore and ashamed only to finger myself raw to the memories… it had trained me. Conditioned me. I was their slutty swim captain, their obedient pet, and the worst part was how my body sang at the knowledge.

Being caged elevated the humiliation to something primal. No longer just naked—I was *displayed*. An animal in a zoo. Faces pressed close to the bars, phones flashing, murmurs and laughter washing over me. Girls who had fingered me at soccer practice smirked. Boys who used to nod at me in the hallway now stared openly at my spread cunt like it was their new favorite toy. The cat ears, the black nose and whiskers drawn on my face… I looked ridiculous. Pathetic. Perfect.

Caroline’s hand trailed slowly down my spine, nails scraping lightly. I shivered hard, the touch electric against my overheated skin. “Let’s get you ready for your public debut, kitten.”

“Wha—ahh!”

Her finger slid into my soaked pussy without warning. The sudden stretch tore a moan from my throat that I couldn’t swallow. My forehead dropped against the cold cage floor as she pumped slowly, deliberately, curling to stroke that humiliatingly sensitive spot inside me. The wet, obscene sounds echoed. My hips twitched involuntarily, chasing her finger even as shame flooded my cheeks.

She pulled out with a wet pop, then pressed the same finger against my asshole—still slick from earlier. I whimpered as she pushed inside, the dual sensation of fullness and exposure making my toes curl. “So wet and ready already,” she cooed. “Such a greedy little pet.”

“Th-that’s not—!”

“Hush.” She slapped my ass sharply. “Good pets don’t talk back.”

I fell silent, trembling.

Caroline turned to the crowd, stepping aside so everyone had a clear view of my cuffed wrists pinned behind my back, my plugged ass, and my dripping, spread pussy. “Boys and girls, we have a choice to make.” She lifted two objects into view. I craned my neck desperately, catching flashes: something white and lacy, something black and ominous.

The crowd erupted into debate.

“First one! She’d look so cute!”

“Second one—bet it’ll make her squirt again!”

Arguments flew back and forth while my heart hammered against the bars. Every shout ratcheted my anxiety higher. My breathing grew ragged, chest heaving uselessly in its metal prison. Sweat trickled down my spine despite the evening chill. I was painfully aware of every inch of my exposed body—the way my erect nipples scraped the floor when I shifted, the constant tug of the tail, the humiliating drip running down my inner thigh.

A decision was reached. The crowd fell into eager silence.

Caroline stepped behind me again. I whimpered, trying futilely to shuffle away, but the cage held me fast. She spread my cheeks wider, exposing my tightest hole completely. Something thick, cold, and leathery pressed against me. I had half a second to realize what it was before it sank in.

“Unngghhh—!”

The butt plug stretched me mercilessly, forcing my ring to yield in one long, burning slide. Tears spilled freely now as my body accepted the intrusion. The base settled, and something soft and fluffy brushed the backs of my thighs—a tail. My tail. Caroline gave it a playful tug, and the movement shifted the plug deep inside, pressing against places that made my vision spark white with unwanted pleasure.

“You look adorable now,” she purred, stroking the fuzzy tail. “A real pet.”

One last touch: she grabbed my wrists, already cuffed, and secured them higher up my back with another set of leather restraints. Then she bound my shins, folding me even tighter. I was completely immobilized—ass up, pussy dripping, tail wagging slightly with every frantic breath.

Caroline stroked one hanging breast almost tenderly, rolling the aching nipple between her fingers until I moaned despite myself. She leaned close to the bars, lips brushing my ear.

“Just remember, kitten… you chose this.”

The words sank into me like stones. I had. In front of everyone. Public. Caged. Plugged. Bound. Displayed like the broken, dripping slut I’d become.

And as the first hands reached through the bars—curious, eager, merciless—I felt that dark, traitorous heat bloom low in my belly again.