These are cages that one can not see through. A door on the other side is where a slave enters the cage form her own room and then waits on her hands ...nd knees for master to open the other door into the chamber. It is dark in the cages and she has waited hours in hers before master got around to her turn in the chamber listening to her sister’s moans and pleadings for more from master as he extracts his pleasure with them one at a time. She quickly kneels on the floor forgetting that she is not. ” Then she walked out of the room. I’m not certain why I let her do all this. Maybe I was feeling guilty for jerking off all the time and being selfish. Maybe I always wanted her to take the initiative regarding sex. Maybe I always wanted to be the submissive, and her to be the dominant one. It was probably a combination of those things. I lay back in bed and tried to think of anything but my cock. But my mind wouldn’t clear. I could feel my cock trying but failing to get hard. The tube. Let it out. I've pretty much wanted to cry non-stopsince I got here. It's like we put up these barriers as adults, we grow,we learn to control our emotions, and then we've been put in thesebodies that haven't established any walls. There's nothing there to stopthe flow. Good and bad. I noticed it yesterday when I could finallywrite a passable 'S'. It was this intense feeling- like a satisfactionyou only receive when you do something new that completely changes whoyou are as a person. But it's. But I’m the lucky one who had her. Natasha and I are friends for almost 6 years and we are really close with each other. We share everything and talk every day. And when we hang out I have at times touched her breasts pretending like it was a mistake but it wasn’t and she knew it. But she never stopped me so I kept on doing it every time we met. I used to also slap her ass playingly at times to which she would respond by slapping my ass. And this kept on happeningWith all this happening I.