’ I felt her muscles go slack and once more took her hand on a journey on her own body. ‘Touch, feel, if not for you, for me, please.’ I gently ...arted her nether lips holding her body open to both our gazes. I saw her hand timidly place her fingers on herself. I felt rather than heard her gasp at the wetness she found there. She touched herself with more conviction and it was my turn to realize that she had done this before. ‘Does it feel the same?’ ‘What?’ I knew she was playing dumb. ‘Does it. She told me this one evening at my friend’s birthday party, whilst looking at me seductively.She was incredibly beautiful, 5'3, blonde,shoulder length hair, small pert boobs, a stunning smile, deep blue eyes and a body most 20 year old girls dream of having. Wearing a low cut black dress, showing plenty of leg she looked every inch of the beautiful older woman I had been dreaming and fantasising of.I smiled at her knowing her husband was away on business and said "Why fantasise when you can. I pressed on, revealing more of her legs and when the material caught underneath her I told her to lift up. She complied and I completed the movement tucking the roll into the waistband and revealing her high cut lace panties through which her dark pubic hair was visible. She held her legs together but not clamped.?You know, when a woman gains weight it often shows first in her upper thighs, up here?, as I spoke I slid the fingertips of my right hand lightly upward from inside her right knee.. Panicked, she fell to her knees. "I'm sorry, Master. But there was no padlock on the cage door. It was wide open. My legs were sticking out."He motioned for her to rise.She regained her feet, automatically assuming the required stance."You are not in the cage because it is locked. You are in there because that is where I want you to be."She nodded. "I see. I understand now." While you are in the cage, the gate must always be closed."Panic hit her again. "But- But my feet kick it open while I.