She told me to kneel at her feet, head bowed. ‘Into your cage, bitch’ she said. I turned and crawled on all fours across the bedroom and into the ...age. Mistress followed me and closed the iron gate, snapped the padlock shut and left the room. There I was laying there locked in my punishment cell, not that I had knowingly upset Mistress. Gradually the night descended, and I was in complete darkness.It seemed like hours later that I heard the sound of at least two cars arrive on the driveway. His only consolation was to think about Uncle Hubert's will. That alonekept him hoping as he dusted shelves and polished silver. Sometimes hismaid's outfits would be supplemented by ankle hobbles or mittens on hishands, all to make his work more difficult. Aunt Hilda would critiquehis efforts, always with a cane or other instrument of punishment in herhand. Often she made Tommy lower his pretty panties and bend over toreceive strokes across his pale pink bottom. She would take plenty. She thanked me a lot but in my mind i thanked her for giving me such a chance to grab a boob cuz at my age u only die watching this on the screen but i had the actual experience. She called to assist her from the bathroom to the bedroom this time intentionaly i caught her boob n pressed it lightly she again said nothing it became the same for a week .The next day my mom went to my grandmas home so it was me n my aunt alone in the home so i took the opportunity n this day when she called me. Your back arches as the cool air hits you… I move one of your hands to the back of my head. You take a grip of my hair. I resist… Working slowly. Kissing your thighs higher and higher up. My stubble tugging your stockings and scraping your thighs. Then my tongue. Straight onto your clit. Not torturing you any longer. Running my tongue around your clit. Flicking it with my tongue. You pull my face into you. My tongue running up and down your. Your legs tensing around me. Your hands tugging my.