Author's Note: Sarah gets more than bargained for when a new girl moves in upstairs. Enjoy!


Chapter 1

Sarah looked in the mirror with a sense of satisfaction. "Not too bad" she thought to herself. At twenty eight her body was still in great shape, her blonde shoulder length hair had been freshly cut and her new jeans and t-shirt, whilst nothing too exciting, fitted her well and showed off her slim but shapely hips and pert breasts. For once she was feeling good about herself. She had a good office job, a nice apartment in one of the better parts of town and so what if everyone else always seemed to be off having adventures or wild romances, she was happy with her quiet life. Much less stressful, she thought, to stay in and read a good book. There was no chance of any more heartache or self destruction watching a dvd was there? Or whilst cooking she thought hungrily and started to walk towards the kitchen. Then there was a knock at the door. Sarah wasn't used to visitors and wondered who it could be. Normally they would ring the outside bell. Ah! she thought it must be the new tenant upstairs, the landlady had told her she was moving in this weekend. Sarah opened the door which lead into the corridor shared with the upstairs apartment. Standing on the other side was a girl of eighteen with a curvaceous figure, dark, almost black hair, a black shirt and expensive looking, tight fitting shiny black trousers. She was beautiful and she knew it with her deep red lipstick and confident air. "Hi" she said as she rather condescendingly looked Sarah up and down "My names Trixie, I'm moving in upstairs today".

Sarah held out her hand, "Hi, I'm Sarah, nice to meet you" she said and was not too impressed as Trixie just smiled and without being asked walked into Sarah's apartment and began looking around. Too stunned to say to anything Sarah just followed her into the lounge and watched as Trixie nosed about her bookshelves, scrutinized her film collection and smirked at her admittedly cheap furniture.

Finally feeling the need to break the silence Sarah asked "So what brings you to this neighbourhood?"

Trixie laughed like it was a silly question before replying "Daddy's renting a flat because I'm sick of getting the stupid train home from school every weekend."

"Oh" said Sarah "You go to Chartwells to you?"

"Yep" replied Trixie as she carelessly picked up Sarah's family photos "Just six months left before I'm out of there, thank god."

Great, thought Sarah, a cocky, spoilt brat from the most expensive girls school in the state living above her. Way to ruin her good mood.

After putting the photos back in just the wrong place Trixie looked at Sarah and gazed one last time at the apartment. With another smirk she declared "Very neat and tidy. Anyway I must get off and tell those lazy removal men where to put my stuff. See you around Sarah " and with that Trixie waltzed out of the flat.

Two hours later Sarah was still seething as she paced up and down, thinking of all the things she was going to say to Trixie next time they met. How dare daddy's little rich girl look at her flat like it was put there just for her amusement. Sarah worked hard for her money and didn't have everything handed to her on a plate. It's easy to be cocky when you'll never have to worry about anything. Goddamn stupid little bitch!

The weekend passed, though, without any more sign of Trixie except the noise of the removal men lugging various boxes upstairs. Indeed it was not until next Saturday morning when the sound of some awful rock music came booming down from the ceiling that Sarah knew that the little vixen was home. After half an hour of relentless noise ruining her traditional Saturday lie-in Sarah had enough, pulled on some old skinny jeans, half buttoned up a small white shirt and stomped upstairs and banged on Trixie's door.

There was no response. Sarah banged even harder on the door and waited, impatiently tapping her foot, arms folded tightly. Finally the door swung open and Trixie, wearing a black short skirt and tight purple t-shirt, looked at Sarah and beckoned her in with a smile. Trixie then walked off and recommenced unpacking her things from one of many big cardboard boxes in the middle of the open plan kitchen/lounge.

Sarah shouted "DO YOU MIND TURNING THE MUSIC DOWN?"

Trixie looked back at Sarah "WHAT?"

"DO YOU MIND TURNING THE MUSIC DOWN?" repeated Sarah

"HOLD ON, I CANT HEAR YOU" said Trixie as she got up and went to the hi-fi sitting in a corner on the carpet. She gave the volume control a twist, turning the music down and then asked sharply "What do you want?"

Sarah was a bit taken aback by this abruptness and found herself stumbling on her words.

"Err, hey, I was just thinking... that... you... might want some help... with the unpacking?" she found herself saying rather desperately, kicking herself for her lack of courage.

Trixie paused, seemingly weighing up a potential plan before, after a few moments, smiling a delicious smile and saying "Don't worry about that, I've got something to show you" and then delved into the bottom of the cardboard box.

"What" asked Sarah intrigued.

"You'll see" replied Trixie still rummaging around in the deep box.

"Ah ha!" she said standing up with something silver and shiny in her hand. She walked towards Sarah "You'll like these, I bet."

Trixie handed something cold, heavy and metallic to Sarah who looked down to see herself holding a pair of beautifully made, rounded chrome handcuffs.

Handcuffs! thought Sarah. Who did the crazy rich girl think she was? Some kind of freak? She began to hand them back but Trixie stopped her saying "It's ok, don't be shy. You like them don't you?"

"No" replied Sarah trying to sound defiant but feeling unsure of herself and with a strange idea that she was somehow out of her depth.

"Yeah right!" giggled Trixie sarcastically obviously enjoying Sarah's discomfort "Haven't you ever worn handcuffs?"

Sarah was starting to feel nervous. "N.. n...no" she replied hesitantly and tried once again to give the handcuffs back to Trixie who instead just stood watching her from a couple of feet away, a confident smile upon her lips. "Go on. I don't mind, try them on" she said persuasively, as if she was a queen asking one of the maids to wear a piece of her jewellery.

Sarah's mind was now in a complete state. Five minutes ago she had come up to get the rich bitch to turn her music down and now here she was been asked to wear her handcuffs. She looked at Trixie, anxiously trying to see if she was really being serious or not. Trixie stared back with that confident smile as if daring Sarah to defy her. "Go on, put them on" Trixie said slowly. Sarah looked down at the handcuffs again and then back up Trixie, her eyes pleading for some sort of escape. Trixie took a pace closer to Sarah, the smile vanishing from her lips. "Put them on" she ordered.

A part of Sarah wanted to scream at Trixie, telling her where to stick her damn handcuffs but instead she said nothing. It felt as if anything she could say would bounce harmlessly off Trixie or turn to dust before it had even left her mouth. Here was a girl obviously used to get to what she wanted and Sarah somehow found herself unable to resist. Helplessly she began to wrap one of the handcuffs around her right wrist, the cold metal giving her goose bumps all up her arm. She then heard the ominous clicks as she ratcheted the clasp tighter and tighter.

"That's it, make it nice and snug" said Trixie watching her closely.

Sarah stopped, once again looking up for a last means of escape.

"And the other one, come on" said Trixie.

There was no use fighting it and Sarah began to put the other handcuff on her left wrist.

"No, not like that!" laughed Trixie.

Sarah was dumbfounded, she didn't no what to do and stood there uselessly.

"Here, I'll show you" said Trixie as she quickly went behind Sarah, grabbed both her wrists and pulled them behind her back. With one quick "cccccclick" Trixie finished locking the handcuffs on Sarah.

"There you go, all done."

Trixie stood back to admire her work. "They really suit you" she said with a little laugh.

Sarah, relieved that at least that ordeal was over, relaxed a little bit. "Ha ha very funny" she said as she tested the movement of her wrists knowing that she had no chance of getting out of the handcuffs.

"Honestly, you look good in them" said Trixie as she continued her inspection.

"I think you really do look pretty sexy." she said as she began to walk off to the bedroom "I'll get a mirror."

Sarah found herself almost laughing at the craziness of the situation she was in when Trixie came back with a thin tall mirror which she leant up against a wall. "There you go. Take a look"

Sarah went to the mirror and turning sideways looked over her shoulder at her reflection. The handcuffs glistened like silver bracelets on her wrists. Her hands were forced together, resting on her pert bottom. Her back was arched bringing her breasts forward as if they were trying to escape from her tight white shirt. She couldn't help but find herself agreeing with Trixie.

"See! what did I tell you." said Trixie as she came to Sarah and began to gently stroke her blond hair.

Suddenly Sarah seemed to snap out of a dream. What the hell was she doing letting the brat play with her?! She quickly pulled away and said "Take them off"

"What! You've only just put them on" replied Trixie playfully.

"Take them off" repeated Sarah with as much authority as she could muster

"Oh all right" Trixie said with exaggerated disappointment and she began to look around the room with its multitude of card boxes. "Now which one did I pack the key in?"

Sarah's heart sunk. She hoped desperately that Trixie was joking. "That's not funny" she said, trying to hide the panic she was feeling.

"Wasn't meant to be." replied Trixie.

"I would ask you to help but I don't think you'd be much use in your present situation" she added with a laugh. "Don't worry I'm sure it won't take too long" and then with a wicked smile she went to the hi-fi and turned the volume back to ear splitting levels.

As Trixie began rooting around in one of the boxes Sarah was left to stand with her hands handcuffed behind her, completely unable to do anything but wait for the spoilt madam to release her. The humiliation of the situation was unbearable and her bottom lip began to quiver. How had she let herself end up like this? In the power of a spoilt arrogant eighteen year old girl?! Sarah felt a tear start to roll down her cheek. She went to wipe it away but the handcuffs prevented her and this only emphasised her helplessness. She began to sob quietly with her head bowed.

Trixie, looking back, saw that Sarah was crying and quickly went and turned the music off and pulled a tissue out of her skirt pocket. Sarah felt too humiliated to even look at Trixie but found fingers gently lifting her chin up until their eyes met.

"There there princess" Trixie said soothingly as she wiped away the tears. "It's nothing to get so upset about."

Sarah found herself being comforted by the attention and as Trixie continued gently caressing her cheeks with the tissue a faint smile came onto Sarah's lips.

"See" said Trixie "Nothing to worry about."

Sarah nodded demurely and then Trixie went behind her and within a few seconds first one handcuff and then other fell open.

"Found the key!" Trixie said with a giggle as she took the handcuffs away .

Sarah was gobsmacked. The anger rose inside her. That horrible little evil minx! How dare she?! She starred daggers at Trixie expecting some sort of apology but instead Trixie just went and opened her apartment door and stood there waiting for Sarah to leave. Sarah found herself again unable to say anything. That horrible bitch Trixie's self-confidence seemed unbreakable.

After a pause in which Trixie continued to unsmilingly hold the door open, Sarah was left with no option but to mutely walk out the apartment whilst Trixie, without so much as a good-bye, slammed the door shut behind her.


Chapter 2

All next week, Sarah had been unable to get that devious, nasty, obnoxious, spoilt brat upstairs out of her mind. There was no way that she was going to let herself be tricked like that again. Who did the goddamn minx think she was??? Next time she really would give the bitch a piece of her mind.

So that Saturday morning, when the same horrible music came booming down from Sarah's ceiling, she was almost excited about her chance to meet the little bitch as she went upstairs in her socks, white jeans and plain pink t-shirt to complain. When she reached the top Sarah steeled herself and knocked loudly on Trixie's door.

Suddenly the music stopped and the Trixie opened the door wearing a dark red coat, with an expensive black leather handbag strung on her shoulder. She quickly glanced up, smiled and said "Hey, I guess you want to look around do you? I'm just off to the shop, I'll be back in twenty minutes."

And with that Trixie walked out past Sarah leaving the front door wide open.

Sarah watched her go in shock, that was not part of her plan goddamnit!.

Turning back to the apartment Sarah looked in and saw that the cardboard boxes had gone and instead there was a plush, metal framed, velvet sofa on one side of the lounge. Intrigued, Sarah went into Trixie's flat and saw that all the unpacking had been done. The kitchen had a solid dark wood table with matching chairs, there was large abstract paintings on the wall, the TV was huge, everything looked new and fashionable. Daddy obviously spared no expense when it came to his precious little daughter thought Sarah as she wandered about. When she came to the bedroom door she hesitated, it was slightly ajar and she wondered whether to go in or not. Screw that bitch she said to herself as she pushed it open and went in.

Sarah was amazed by what she saw. There at the end of a large, satin covered, double bed was a black metal cage. Oh my god thought Sarah almost horrified. What crazy eighteen year old girl has a cage in her bedroom? She went to look at it closer. It was three foot high and wide and about five feet long with a thin black rubber mattress on the floor. The bars were an inch thick, spaced out three inches apart. What kind of sick bitch was Trixie thought Sarah as she ran her hands along one of the cold metal bars sending a shiver down her spine. At least I didn't let her lock me in this she thought, almost laughing to herself, as she noticed the large silver padlock hanging from the door on the side. I bet you can't even turn around in there.

Noticing that the padlock was open Sarah crouched down and pulled it out and slowly opened the door. Unable to look inside from where she was, Sarah got down on all fours and poked her head in the cage and looked around. Actually maybe you could turn around in there she thought and found herself crawling in to test it out.

God! How horrible would it be to be locked in cage like this thought Sarah as she sat down, surrounded by the solid black bars, brought her knees up to her chest and swung herself round so that she was facing the door. "That proves it" she said satisfied with the results of her little experiment "you can turn around" .

Then, just as she was about to crawl out Sarah noticed that she still had padlock in her hand. Jesus! it would be so easy to get locked in here. She pulled the door shut. All you had to do put the lock in the holes like this and then.... click.

Sarah froze, unable to believe what she had just done. She died a thousand deaths.

What had she done! Suddenly she frantically began pulling on the padlock, shaking it violently. It was no use. She was locked in the goddamn stupid cage! The thought of having to ask Trixie to let her out sent more shivers down her spine and she desperately shook the door hoping for some kind of miracle.

The key! Maybe it was nearby!? Sarah began looking about in a frenzy on the carpet around her. There was nothing except some black lace panties lying on the floor. She reached out as far as the bars would allow her and just managed to grab them with her fingers. Hoping against hope that somehow the key had fallen in them she brought them in and felt them, shook them, stared at them. Nothing! It was no good. She was trapped.

Just then she heard the distinct sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. "Right" Sarah said to herself "All you've got to do is get the little bitch to let you out and then never, ever, ever come upstairs again, in fact, move apartments, leave town, leave the country, anything as long as I never has to see that smug little condescending smile of hers."

Sarah then heard the noise of shopping bags being dropped and Trixie shouting "Hello?" from the lounge.

Mortified, Sarah didn't make a sound.

"Hello?" shouted Trixie again as the footsteps came closer to the bedroom.

Sarah was on all fours in the cage looking at the bedroom door in dread, so humiliated that she couldn't move, couldn't speak and could barely breathe.

The door swung open and Trixie walked in wearing skin-tight jeans and a smart black blouse. Looking down at the cage, an expression, not of shock but delight came onto her face.

"Hello princess" she said with her favourite condescending smile "Made yourself quite at home haven't you?"

Sarah couldn't get a single word out and just stared meekly as Trixie came forward, crouched down and tested the padlock.

"I see you like it in there don't you?" said Trixie barely stifling a giggle.

Sarah was so irritated by this she finally found the strength to speak and blurted out "It was an accident. I didn't mean to do it!"

Trixie stood up and laughed. Looking down into the cage she said "I see you like my panties as well."

Sarah looked to her side to see the black panties still in the cage and hurriedly threw them out as best she could.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT." She shouted, rattling the cage door, "NOW LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU STUPID BITCH"

Trixie stopped smiling, turned and left the bedroom without a word.

Sarah immediately regretted her outburst. Feeling that she had done something terribly wrong, all the anger left her body and was replaced by remorse. She wished Trixie would come back and not leave her alone in the cage.

After what seemed like forever but was in fact only ten minutes Trixie came back into the bedroom carrying a little white gadget.

She leant smiling over the cage.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

Sarah looked up at the gadget and thought she recognised what it was.

"A timer?" she said nervously.

"Well done princess!" Trixie said "At the moment you see it says half an hour and every time you lie to me, speak without being spoken to and don't do what I tell you I'm going to add half an hour extra to your stay in my little jail for naughty girls. Ok?"

Sarah couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't be treated like a dog by a girl like Trixie. It wasn't possible. It wasn't right.

"Let me out of here" she pleaded.

"One hour" said Trixie as she pressed a button on the timer.

"Please, just let me out of here" begged Sarah looking desperately up into Trixie eyes.

"One hour and a half" replied Trixie with another smirk.

Summoning what little strength she had left Sarah once again rattled the cage door and shouted "LET ME OUT OF HERE!".

"Two hours" replied Trixie completely unmoved.

Sarah saw it was useless, bowed her head and admitted she was defeated.

"Ok" she whispered.

"That's more like it" said Trixie pressing the start button on the timer and clipping it to her blouse.

"Now, take off you jeans."

Sarah looked up at Trixie in shock.

"Its not the done thing to be a cage fully clothed I'm afraid. Come on, hand them over"

Sarah at first didn't do anything, but then, seeing Trixie take the timer back in her hand and knowing the helplessness of her situation she began slowly unbuttoning her jeans.

"There you go" Trixie said encouragingly.

After some difficultly in the confined space of the cage, Sarah managed to get the tight jeans off and sheepishly handed them up to Trixie who stood over her looking like she was loving every minute of Sarah's humiliation.

"And your top please princess" Trixie said "And your socks whilst you're at it" she added.

Sarah dutifully handed them over until she was left in just her matching white bra and panties looking up at Trixie hoping that that would be enough to satisfy her.

"I think that you might look even better in my cage than do in my handcuffs" said Trixie as she went and lay on the bed with her head on the end overlooking the cage.

"You remember what I said about lying to me don't you?" she asked.

"Yes" replied Sarah unsure of what was coming next.

"So you didn't lock yourself in there by accident did you princess?"

There was a pause. Sarah looked down at the floor.

"No" she said quietly, utterly vanquished.

"You wanted to see what is like being locked up didn't you?"

Sarah still looked down at the floor.

"Yes"

"You like being locked in my cage don't you?"

Sarah looked up at Trixie who just smiled in that confident way of hers.

"Yes" whispered Sarah.

"Good girl" said Trixie softly as she leant her arm into the cage and stroked Sarah's hair. "Good girl."

Abruptly she then got off the bed, skipped to the door, turned to Sarah, tapped the timer and said "I'll see you soon princess."

Trixie left the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

If ten minutes felt like a week, two hours felt like eternity. Sarah, laying on the rubber mattress in the cage, was finally beginning to dose off when she heard a faint but distinct "beep beep beep, beep beep beep" coming from the lounge. Immediately alert, Sarah then quickly got on to all fours when she heard the sounds of footsteps approaching. She looked eagerly at the door, awaiting Trixie and hopeful of her forthcoming release.

Trixie walked in casually, as if this was an entirely normal day for her, and quickly crouched down by the cage and eyed her captive fondly.

"Pleased to see me princess?" she said.

"... y... yes" Sarah nervously replied.

"Time to get you out of there isn't it?" said Trixie as she pulled a silver key out of jean pocket.

"yes... p...please" answered Sarah with every muscle in her body aching for freedom.

But instead of opening the padlock Trixie stood up with a smile.

"I hope, princess, that you will show the proper gratitude for me letting you out."

Sarah was taken aback. "What do you mean?" she asked meekly.

"Well, its nothing really sweetie, I just want you do me a little favour. That's not too much to ask is it?"

Sarah, with her release being so close, was desperate to get out. "I'll do anything you want" she said hastily.

"Good girl, that's the spirit"

Trixie crouched down again by the door of the cage and slowly put the key into the silver padlock.

Giving it a quick turn she pulled the padlock free and then opened the door. "There you go, princess" she said as she went and sat on the edge of the bed.

Sarah found her self saying "thank you" before she hesitantly crawled out of the cage, doubting that she really was free and wasn't just a nasty trick being played by Trixie.

Once she was fully out of the cage Sarah looked up, unsure of what to do next. Trixie, grinning contentedly, just pointed to the carpet in front of her.

Wearing nothing but her dainty white panties and bra, Sarah shuffled over and kneeled down in front of Trixie. She looked up, waiting to find out what the little favour was.

Trixie swung her right foot out so that it was almost touching Sarah's chest.

"I think my feet need a little love and attention, don't you agree sweetie?"

Sarah eyed Trixie's feet with their little black socks with a sense of doom. How much lower could she sink? How could she degrade herself even further? She looked up hopelessly at Trixie who just gestured for her to begin.

Sarah, still not knowing exactly what was expected of her, took Trixie's foot in her hands and began gently massaging it with her fingers.

Trixie burst out laughing. "I think you can do better than that!" she said as she reached far behind her and came up holding a little, two foot long, paddle whip. Sarah nervously stopped what she was doing. Trixie slowly pointed the whip so that the leather paddle was just caressing Sarah's lips. "Try using these instead" she said "and take the socks of first you klutz" she added giggling.

Sarah was thankful that at least she knew what was wanted of her now and began to carefully take the black sock of Trixie's foot. The thought of just getting up and running out the apartment, never to return, kept flicking through her mind but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. A weird sense of duty compelled her to continue, no matter how repellent her task was.

With the sock now off, Sarah looked down with horror at Trixie's pretty bare foot with its manicured toes resplendent in red nail polish. She bent down and kissed the top quickly. Trixie then lowered her foot so that was it only a few inches from the ground and with the whip on Sarah's bare back urging her downwards said gently "keep going princess."

Sarah bent lower, arching her back, causing her bottom to stick up in air and kissed Trixie's foot again, this time for longer.

With a quick flick of the whip Sarah felt a sting on her back.

"Put some effort into it." said Trixie.

Sarah started to gently kiss the foot again and again, working her way to all corners.

"Good girl. That's more like it" said Trixie, now nonchalantly circling the cheeks of Sarah's bottom with the whip. "You really have got a very nice bottom don't you princess?" she said.

Sarah continued kissing the foot with all her attention until a sharp sting on her bum caused her to stop.

"Don't you princess?" repeated Trixie with authority.

"Y...y... yes" answered Sarah looking up at her tormentor.

"Indeed you do" said Trixie as she lovingly continued circling Sarah's bottom with the whip. "Now suck my toes"

Sarah was now beyond embarrassment and did as she was told. Opening wide she took Trixie's big toe into her mouth and began sucking, moving her head slowly back and forth, caressing the toe with her tongue, licking the fragrant sweat off and cleaning every crevice.

"Hmmm. You're getting the hang of it now" purred Trixie as Sarah continued, moving slowly down from one toe to the next, finding herself trying to the best job possible, hoping that it would please Trixie.

After a while another sharp sting on her bottom caused Sarah to stop. "Sit up" said Trixie.

Sarah resumed her kneeling position as Trixie delicately brought the whip down and began stroking Sarah's left breast through the thin white bra.

"Halfway there, princess"

Sarah couldn't help but feel as if electricity from Trixie's whip was coursing through her body.

"Did you enjoy the first half" Trixie asked smiling down at Sarah, the whip still stroking her breast.

"Yes" replied Sarah unable to stop herself.

"I thought you would"

There was a sudden flick of the whip. "On to the next foot then" said Trixie, swinging her left foot in Sarah's direction.

After this was done, Sarah leant back, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at Trixie, expecting some kind of show of thanks. Trixie merely threw the whip back onto the bed, got up and walked out saying "You'll find your clothes outside in the corridor."

Sarah, dejected, stared mutely after her. She couldn't move. Once again she was a little lost girl, not knowing what to do.

Then, hearing Trixie angrily shout "HURRY UP!" Sarah finally, anxiously, left the bedroom to see Trixie again holding the front door open waiting for Sarah to leave. And, once again, Sarah could find no words to say and was left to silently walk of Trixie's apartment, the door slamming behind her.

Standing outside, all alone in just her underwear, in plain view of anyone looking through the large corridor windows, Sarah felt even more humiliation being heaped upon her. Quickly grabbing her jeans and t-shirt off the floor she ran down the stairs before bursting into tears.


Chapter 3

Throughout next week Sarah felt a awful mixture of extreme shame and anger. She was so ashamed at what she had done that her whole body shivered every time she thought about it. She was a normal, sensible young woman, not some kind of weirdo freak who like sucking pretty girls toes. She was so angry with that little bitch for taking advantage of her in a vulnerable state. Two hours being locked a cage against your will would send anyone nuts. Who wouldn't say anything to get out of that? Who wouldn't have done what she did in a such a mentally abused and frazzled state. The goddamn crazy bitch was not, not, not, not going to get away with that again. Not with her. Not this time.

So that Saturday morning, when the same awful rock music came blasting down from ceiling Sarah was ready. She had dressed in her smartest clothes. She was going to keep her authority this time. With three inch heels, a sharp dark grey knee length skirt, thin black belt, and tight cream blouse she looked every bit the smart young executive.

As she walked upstairs towards Trixie's apartment Sarah could hear the metallic tap of her heels. Right, she said to herself, be assertive, take control, just ask her to stop playing loud music every damn Saturday morning and then leave.

As she reached the front door, the music stopped. THAT GODDAMN STUPID BITCH! Sarah thought. She's just toying with me, I'll show her. Sarah banged on the door.

Almost immediately her confidence vanished. Goosebumps spread all over her body, she felt weak, nervous. The door opened and Trixie, looking good in black jeans and shirt, stared Sarah up and down, obviously liking what she saw. "Get in" she said, grabbing Sarah by the arm and pulling her into the apartment. She then lead her forcefully into the middle of the lounge. "Don't move" Trixie said firmly. Sarah felt everything she wanted to say get stuck in her throat, every muscle was refusing to work properly. She heard Trixie open a draw behind her, there was the sound of metal clinking together, and then as Trixie came up to Sarah's back she felt her arms being pulled behind her. With two quick clicks Sarah felt cold and wide metal shackles being locked onto her elbows. They were then pulled closer and closer until with another click they were locked together, only an inch apart, behind her back. This forced her chest forward and emphasised her shapely breasts in their tight cream blouse. Sarah then felt another metal shackle being locked on to her ankle and when she looked down she saw Trixie crouching beside her locking the other ankle into another chrome shackle leaving a twelve inch silver chain dangling between Sarah's shiny black stiletto heels.

Trixie then stood and faced Sarah. "There, that's better isn't it?" she said, rubbing her hands together with a satisfied expression on her face.

Indeed the tension in the room which had been so palpable seemed to dissipate. Sarah relaxed, her muscles started to work again as she tested the bonds on her elbows.

"No it isn't" she said defiantly.

"There, there princess" said Trixie stroking Sarah's shoulder "I think you'll find it is. Anyway I'm going into town and won't be back for three hours so you'd better get used to it."

Sarah's expression told anyone who saw it that she wasn't too enamoured with this news.

"Three hours!" she blurted out, twisting her arms this way and that and finding that their movement was very limited.

"Don't worry princess" said Trixie, giggling as she watched Sarah futile exercises, "I've got a job for you do to help pass the time"

Trixie took Sarah's hand and gently lead her towards the bedroom. Sarah, taking the small steps forced upon her by the short chain between her ankles walked slowly behind Trixie in a daze. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly. Why had she let this girl do it to her again? Maybe she wasn't normal after all? Maybe she was a damn weirdo who liked sucking rich, pretty girls toes?

They reached the bedroom and Trixie opened the door. Sarah couldn't believe what a mess it was. There was panties, socks, bras, clothes of all sorts spread on the floor, magazines littered everywhere, half eaten plates of food on the dresser. Trixie must actually have made an effort to make this much mess in a week thought Sarah.

"Be a honey and clean my room for me will you princess?" asked Trixie running a finger along Sarah's blouse, feeling the contours of her prominent breasts.

The soft touch of Trixie's finger rendered Sarah's mind temporarily blank and she said nothing.

Trixie lifted her hand and gave Sarah a slap across the face.

"I asked you a question. You will tidy my room for me won't you?"

Once the shock had worn off, Sarah's face was bright red, red from shame rather the blow itself. The shame of knowing that this was all her own fault. That this was the way she must want it to be. She lowered her head.

"Yes" she said quietly.

"Good girl" said Trixie delighted and on the same cheek she had just smacked she gave Sarah a gentle kiss.

"I'll be back just as soon I can."

With a last squeeze of Sarah's hand Trixie skipped away and out of the apartment locking the front door behind her.

Sarah looked down at the mess on the floor. Leaning against a wall, using one feet against the other she managed to knock her high heels off. I won't be needing them now will I she said to herself, laughing at the complete failure of her outfit. Taking little steps into the room, the chain between her ankles clinking harmoniously, Sarah carefully crouched down, her elbows still locked tightly behind her back, picked up a frilly white sock from the floor and began cleaning Trixie's bedroom.

When Trixie waltzed back into the flat three hours later carrying designer bags aplenty Sarah had just started taking the newly cleaned plates out of the dishwasher. Trixie, dumped the bags and quickly went and inspected the bedroom before she came and sat on the kitchen table.

"Come here princess" she said happily holding out her arms "Let me have a look at you"

Sarah hobbled obediently six feet over to Trixie who took her waist in her hands and fondly gave Sarah the once over.

"Haven't you finished yet sweetie?"

Sarah guiltily glanced back at the dishwasher. "Very nearly, ...I'm sorry Trixie, I didn't have enough time."

"Oh don't worry about that! The bedroom looks fantastic! You've done an amazing job haven't you?"

Sarah blushed as Trixie began stroking her cheek.

"Anyway, first things first, lets get you out of those naughty girl manacles."

Trixie paused.

"You're not a naughty girl are you princess?"

Sarah looked scared. Her restraints grew ten times heavier.

"No" she managed to say hopefully.

"Good" said Trixie with a smile before adding, with exaggerated concern, "Your shoulders must be so, so sore by now."

Sarah nodded. In truth her back, shoulders, and elbows were all aching intensely. She was on tenderhooks, desperate to get those restraints off.

Trixie pulled a couple of keys out her back pocket, jumped down from the table and quickly took the shackles and chain off Sarah's ankles.

Hopping back on the table Trixie resumed her position in front of Sarah. With another delicious smile she asked "You will show me the proper gratitude won't you princess?"

Sarah, knowing that her release was so imminent couldn't refuse.

"Yes" she whispered, head down, her blond hair falling over her eyes.

"Well thank god for that. My feet are killing me!" laughed Trixie as she turned Sarah around and with a couple of turns of a key took the thick chrome shackles of Sarah's elbows.

The relief for Sarah was immense, the blood returned to her arms in a rush as she stretched them sideways and forwards. She felt so light and free that she thought she might float away on the merest of breezes. However Trixie soon turned her around again and with a hand on Sarah's shoulder began pushing her down onto her knees.

"Time for you to show me some gratitude."

Sarah kneeled down in front of Trixie and slowly slipped her shoes off. Seeing that she wasn't wearing any socks Sarah took her right foot in her hands and began gently kissing Trixie's toes.

Sarah was disgusted by what she was doing. The taste of hot sweat from the spoilt rich girl's foot stuck in her mouth. Why was she doing this to herself? It was so degrading, so humiliating.

"Goddamnit! My whip's in the bedroom" Trixie suddenly said, looking down on Sarah who continued to kiss the foot all over before starting to slowly suck on the perfectly manicured toes.

"Oh well, too late now I suppose" whispered Trixie as she leaned back on the table, almost groaning with delight.

Once proper gratitude had been fully shown, Trixie said that she was starving and asked Sarah to make her something to eat for lunch.

Sarah couldn't resist cooking and, after seeing what was in the fridge, began making a Caesar Salad for them both. Trixie took the opportunity to show Sarah the clothes she had bought this morning and the two of them chatted away like any regular girlfriends before they both sat down and enjoyed a long and relaxed lunch.

When everything had been cleared up and washed they sat back down at kitchen table. There was a long silence as Trixie was self-absorbedly admiring her nails and Sarah was unable to think of anything to say. Finally Trixie yawned.

"I think it's time for my nap" she said quietly to herself.

Sarah, feeling that she was unwanted, was about to get up and leave when Trixie turned to her with a cute smile and said "Would you like to come and have a nap with me sweetie?"

Images of snuggling up with Trixie under a cosy duvet flashed through Sarah's mind and she found herself saying "Yes" enthusiastically.

"Great," said Trixie "and we've got a lovely clean double bed thanks to you princess haven't we?"

Sarah nodded.

"Before we go, just do me favour sweetie and take your business clothes off. You can't go to bed in them can you?"

Sarah suddenly felt very self-conscious.

"N.. n...now?" she asked.

"Of course now" Trixie replied, enjoying Sarah's discomfort "Come on, hurry up"

Sarah felt that she was being made a fool of, but nevertheless, she stood up and began unbuttoning her tight cream blouse, sensing Trixie's eyes all over her body. Taking it off and laying her top on the table Sarah then slipped her grey skirt down over her bottom and onto the floor. She picked it up and put it on the top of the shirt and faced Trixie wearing nothing but her black lace panties and bra with their decorative little red ribbon bow ties. These were her favourite items of underwear, only worn on special occasions and Sarah had put them on this morning hoping that it would make her feel more confident. Now she waited nervously as Trixie inspected her.

"That's much more appropriate" Trixie said, liking what she saw. She then got up and took Sarah's clothes and quickly opening the front door threw them into corridor.

Seeing the concern on the Sarah's face, Trixie said "Don't worry, you can get them later princess. Now its bedtime" and she took Sarah by the hand and lead her back to the bedroom

Hesitating at the door Sarah felt her bottom be given a quick encouraging squeeze by Trixie and so she went in and walked up to the bed, with its satin sheets freshly made.

"Hey, where do you think you're going sweetie?" asked Trixie from behind.

Sarah looked back, completely uncertain of herself.

Trixie laughed wickedly. "You didn't think that common little girls like you get to sleep in my bed did you?"

Sarah stood mutely, so hurt and ashamed that she had fallen into the evil minxs' trap that she felt the tears welling up inside her.

"You belong in my cage don't you sweetie?" said Trixie as she came up and looked at Sarah tenderly.

Still on the verge of tears Sarah couldn't say anything.

Trixie slapped Sarah hard across the face.

The sharp pain acted like a shot of adrenaline and the tears vanished.

"You do belong in my cage, don't you sweetie?" repeated Trixie affectionately, like she was helping Sarah see an obvious, unshakable truth.

Sarah realised that Trixie was right. She had let herself be abused and tormented by this girl. She had let herself be repeatedly humiliated. She had acted like a perverted slut and so deserved to be treated like one. Where else should she be except Trixie's cage?

Sarah lifted her head, feeling a sudden rush of gratitude towards Trixie for helping her see the truth.

"Yes" she said and promptly went to the end of the bed, got down on all fours and crawled into the small, black, metal cage.

With Trixie now stood behind her, Sarah swung herself round inside the cage and was just in time to see Trixie crouch down and lock the silver padlock on the door.

Watching Sarah through the bars, Trixie remained crouched by the cage, her mind weighing up different options.

"Hmmm" she said "I think that I don't want you wearing anything at all today."

Sarah froze.

"Yep." Trixie said, her mind made up. "Hand them over princess"

Sarah, knowing that there was nothing to do but obey, unclipped her lace bra, bringing the straps down off her shoulders and over her arms. Trixie reached into the cage and took the bra off Sarah.

Then Sarah slowly peeled her dainty panties down her legs and out of her feet and onto the rubber mattress. Reaching down behind her she took them and handed them over to Trixie, leaving her naked and locked helplessly in the eighteen year old superbitches little jail for naughty girls.

"Thanks sweetie" said Trixie as she contemptuously scrutinized Sarah's favourite underwear, bringing the panties close to her nose and giving them a sniff.

She then stood up and walked over to an open window, and in full view of Sarah, proceeded to throw Sarah's favourite underwear out onto the busy street below.

"I don't think you'll be needing those anymore." she said with a smirk.

Trixie then walked back to the cage, crouched down and reached in through the thick bars. She started stroking Sarah's back, working her way from her pert bottom up to the nape of her neck.

"My little princess looks so beautiful all locked up with nothing to wear." she said adoringly.

Sarah was on all fours and found herself arching her back like a purring cat as Trixie expertly caressed her with her fingers.

Slowly Trixie's hand went around the side of Sarah's back and down onto her loosely hanging breast. Her fingers lazy circling Sarah's nipple before she gently tweaked it with her nails. Sarah let out a whimper.

"You make me feel so happy, princess, knowing that I can play with you like this" said Trixie giving Sarah's nipple a longer, harder tweak.

Sarah's moan sounded like it came equally from pain and pleasure.

Trixie continued to play with the nipple, now fully erect, for a minute or two. Sarah, lost in a mixture of revulsion and excitement couldn't move but just let out the occasional whimper. Her wet, aching pussy became desperate for the touch of Trixie's fingers but instead Trixie stood up and went and closed the thick velvet curtains, bringing the room into total darkness. Sarah then heard Trixie remove her jeans and top and climb under sheets of the bed.

"Time for those forty winks, princess. I shall see you soon... Sweet dreams." said Trixie softly before she rolled over tucking herself snugly into a distant corner of the bed.

Sarah left unfulfilled, knew that sleep was hopeless and lay down in the cage, a small draft playing on her thighs, imagining herself as one of sheets that was now tightly held in Trixie's embrace.

When Trixie woke up about hour later she groggily got dressed and then opened the curtains. The light came pouring in revealing Sarah, naked, lying locked in the cage at the foot of the bed.

Trixie smiled delightedly.

Sarah sat up in the cage, using her hand to block the sunlight from her eyes.

"Hello there princess, did you manage to get any sleep?"

"No, none" replied Sarah.

Trixie looked down at Sarah's naked body.

"You haven't been touching yourself have you sweetie?"

"N.. n.. no" replied Sarah guiltily. She hadn't, but she had wanted to and it seemed that Trixie could read her mind.

"From now on, you're not to touch yourself down there unless I give you permission. Ok sweetie? Not even a tiny bit. Not at any time. Do you understand?"

Sarah couldn't help but look down at her closely shaved pussy. She wanted so much to touch it but found the desire to please her bitch captor overrode everything and instead she looked up at Trixie and nodded her obedience.

"Promise me you won't be a naughty girl." Trixie demanded.

"I promise" Sarah said meekly, already sensing the sexual frustration building inside her.

Trixie beamed with pleasure and went to the door of the cage and unlocked the silver padlock.

"Time for you to go sweetie, I've got things to do now."

Trixie walked out of the bedroom leaving Sarah with an awful sense of déjà vu. She crawled out of the cage and anxiously left the bedroom to see Trixie holding the front door open.

Sarah's heart sank and she dutifully left the flat in silence. However when the door was not slammed behind her Sarah turned round to see Trixie smiling broadly at her. "See you next Saturday princess. 9 o'clock sharp." she said as she playfully gave Sarah's right nipple one last tweak before gently closing the door.

Sarah was left standing naked in the corridor, open to public view, her smart young executive skirt and blouse scattered on the floor behind her.


Chapter 4

Sarah returned home from work on the next Friday evening to find a shoebox sized parcel outside her door. Hoping that it might be from Trixie she opened it excitedly as soon as she was back in her apartment.

Inside was a handwritten note in large print saying "Wear these only!" Underneath were some cheap and nasty looking white clothes. Sarah pulled them out and examined them. There was nothing but a lacy crop top, a wide, frilly mini skirt and some suspenders with satin stockings.

She could sense with a mixture of dread and excitement the humiliation that was coming her way.

The next morning Sarah walked up the stairs all dressed in white. The crop top barely covering her breasts, her arms and midriff were bare. The frilly miniskirt came to just below her bottom. Anyone who cared to look in through the windows could see the suspenders holding up her white satin stockings.

Reaching the top, Sarah knocked nervously.

After a short wait, Trixie, opened the door and looked delightedly at Sarah. Then, without a word she pulled her into the apartment and deposited Sarah in the middle of the lounge. There she once again attached the wide chrome shackles to Sarah's elbows, locking them tightly together behind her back. She then put more chrome shackles on Sarah's ankles and left her with same twelve inches of chain tangling between her stockinged feet.

Trixie returned with her little paddle whip in her hands and inspected her quarry.

Sarah felt the cold metal restraints holding her tightly in place as Trixie walked around her looking like the cat that had got the cream. Stopping behind Sarah, Trixie slowly lifted the edge of the miniskirt up revealing Sarah's shapely bare bottom.

"Well done princess" purred Trixie "Nice to see you followed my instructions properly."

Trixie then dropped the skirt and moved round to face Sarah.

"I think that you look fantastic sweetie" she said as she reached out her hand and put it under the crop top. "Nice easy access too" she giggled as she stroked Sarah's breasts, giving both nipples a gentle squeeze. Withdrawing her hand she then picked up the front of the miniskirt, lifting it fully and then, slightly tilting her head, she looked down at Sarah's crotch.

"Have you been a good girl for me?" she asked bringing the end of the whip up to Sarah's exposed pussy.

"Y..y..es" stuttered Sarah finding it difficult to concentrate as Trixie began lightly tapping away with the paddle.

"Are you sure sweetie? It's been a whole week since I saw you last"

Trixie increased the strength of her taps.

"Y..y...yes" Sarah said with difficulty.

Trixie was enjoying every second of this. "You must be pretty sensitive down there then" she said, tapping harder and harder on Sarah's pussy.

With her elbows locked behind her Sarah could do nothing to stop Trixie and she began to squirm and whimper, feeling that she might explode if it continued for too long.

Trixie gave one last extra stinging whip onto Sarah's pussy forcing to her to scream out loud.

Grinning wickedly at the effects of her whip, Trixie dropped the miniskirt down and gave Sarah a long kiss on the lips. She then walked away to the front door, turned back to Sarah and said "You did such a good job cleaning my bedroom I thought that, this week, you might like to do the bathroom as well."

"I'll be back about one" she added before quickly leaving the apartment, locking the door behind her.

Sarah wanted nothing more than for Trixie to come back and stroke her stinging pussy with her manicured fingers. Just once would be enough to send her into raptures. With her elbows locked together, Sarah could not touch herself even if she had the courage or desire to break her promise to Trixie. Instead, taking small steps, the ankle chain making its familiar clink, feeling so sexy, yet unfulfilled, in her bondage and skimpy white outfit, Sarah began to walk towards Trixie's bedroom and the start of her cleaning duties.

Trixie returned home an hour earlier than expected and found Sarah kneeling by the toilet, scrubbing away with a brush. Sarah stopped what she was doing and quickly looking up saw that Trixie was not in a good mood.

"Get up and face the wall" ordered Trixie,

Sarah did as she was told.

"Jenny would rather go meet her new boyfriend than stay out shopping with me!" said Trixie angrily as she lifted up the back of Sarah's frilly white skirt.

She gave Sarah's bottom a hard smack.

"THAT..."

"MAKES..."

"ME...

With each word Trixie was smacking Sarah's bottom with all her might.

"SO..."

"ANGRY"

Sarah cried out in pain .

Trixie gently dropped the skirt down so that it covered Sarah's bright red bottom.

"Turn around" she said, all the anger now vanished from her voice.

Seeing the hurt on Sarah's face, Trixie placed her hand on Sarah's cheek and gave her a loving kiss on the forehead.

"All over, princess, all over" she whispered.

Sarah lifted her head as Trixie walked out of the bathroom saying "I'll be in the lounge when you've finished your chores."

Sarah bent down, her bottom throbbing, got on her knees, and still in the heavy chrome shackles resumed cleaning the toilet.

When Sarah did finally finish, her elbows were so sore that she felt like there was a red hot poker stuck behind her back. She eagerly hobbled up to Trixie who was sat on the velvet sofa flicking through a magazine.

Trixie looked up and smiled happily as she saw Sarah coming towards her. She put the magazine down and pointed to the carpet in front of her.

Sarah sat down as gracefully as she could in the restraints. She noticed that, locked onto the metal frame of the sofa, was a length of thick silver chain about 6 foot long.

"All finished are you sweetie?" asked Trixie as she leant over and picked up the end of the chain.

"Yes" said Sarah watching anxiously.

"Good girl" said Trixie as she slowly wrapped the chain around Sarah's neck.

She took a gold padlock from her pocket and locked the chain so that it formed a loose but inescapable collar.

"I think we can take those naughty girl manacles off now can't we?"

Once the manacles were off and Sarah had shown her gratitude in her usual exemplary manner Trixie had left her chained to the sofa in her scanty white outfit. For lunch Trixie bought over some sandwiches and they ate them contentedly, chatting away, Sarah still sat on the carpet and Trixie with her feet up on the sofa.

Afterwards they watched some trash TV, both laughing at the naff presenters until Trixie stood up and went and got something from the bedroom.

"Remember these?" she asked holding up the same chrome handcuffs that Sarah had worn less than a month ago.

The emotions that Sarah had felt that day came flooding back and she wondered what that Sarah would have thought if could she herself now, dressed like a slut, chained to the rich, spoilt, arrogant girls sofa.

"Put them on for me will you princess" asked Trixie as she bent down and handed the handcuffs to Sarah before sitting back on the comfy sofa.

Sarah obediently did as she was told, locking one of the cold heavy cuffs onto her left wrist and then, with a quick glance up a Trixie, putting her hands behind her back and locking the other cuff around her right wrist.

Trixie, looking content, happily patted the space beside her.

With a quickening pulse Sarah went and sat next to Trixie, the chain hanging loosely from her neck, her hands securely locked behind her. Trixie put her arm around Sarah's shoulder and began playfully touching her ear.

"You're my beautiful little princess aren't you?" whispered Trixie, looking adoringly into Sarah's eyes.

"Yes" replied Sarah feeling the excitement building inside her.

"You've made me so happy" said Trixie as she started running her hand up Sarah's silk stockings, and leaning over, she kissed her passionately on the lips. Sarah returned the kiss with equal measure and they tasted each other with their tongues. Trixie's hand came up and under the crop top and gently massaged Sarah's breasts until, lifting the crop top up, Trixie bent down and took Sarah's nipples in her mouth, kissing, licking and biting them with affection. Sarah moaned with joy, her wrists pushing against the handcuffs and as Trixie's hand went down and under her frilly white skirt she almost burst with anticipation.

With the first touch of Trixie's fingers on her pussy Sarah felt a huge bolt of electricity shoot up her body. Trixie then caressed her wet pussy up and down, sending wild spasms of excitement through Sarah. She felt one, then two of Trixie's manicured fingers enter her and begin sliding slowly in and out.

Sarah had never felt anything like this before, she was almost overwhelmed with pleasure.

Suddenly Trixie stopped, moved away and reached into her pocket and pulled her phone out. Sarah was desperate for Trixie to continue and shuffled over to her. However Trixie just got up and walked away and called her friend.

"Hey Jenny, hey, ... yes, ... cool, hey I was wondering if you'd like to come round to mine?... you would?, great, ok honey, I'll see you in fifteen."

She finished the call and put the phone back in her pocket.

Sarah sat, almost heartbroken on the sofa as Trixie looked down at her condescendingly

"What shall we do with you then? You don't want my friend to see you looking like that do you sweetie?"

With so much frustration and humiliation heaped upon her Sarah lashed out

"YOU BITCH!!" she shouted as she got up and tried to get at Trixie. The chain around her neck suddenly pulled her short and she stumbled backwards and fell back onto the sofa.

Trixie laughed contemptuously.

"We definitely need something for that dirty mouth of yours" she said and went to a little set of drawers under the window and pulled out a large white ballgag.

Sarah was regretting her outburst now and pleaded for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry" she said in a frightened tone.

"It's too late for that I'm afraid." replied Trixie "You are going to be very quiet when Jenny arrives."

"Now open wide" she ordered sitting on the sofa next to Sarah.

Sarah thought that the gag looked far too big for her and kept her mouth closed so Trixie lifted Sarah's crop top and slapped her hard on her breast.

"Open wide!" she demanded "Or do you want another slap?"

Knowing she was beaten, Sarah opened her mouth and Trixie forced the ballgag in with a pop before fastening it tightly behind her.

Sarah felt the white rubber ball, now lodged tightly in her mouth, with her tongue. It tasted horrible and left her unable to make any noise except a quiet moan.

"That's better" said Trixie as she unlocked the chain from the sofa and using it as a leash pulled Sarah onto her feet and dragged her into the bedroom.

"You've been a very, very naughty girl" she said as they reached the cage at the end of Trixie's bed.

"Very, very naughty." she repeated as she pushed Sarah onto her knees and opened the cage door.

"In you go" she ordered.

With her hands cuffed behind her back, the gag preventing her saying anything and drool beginning to drip down her chin, Sarah looked desperately up at Trixie. She was unable to get into the cage on her own. "Need some help do you princess?" said Trixie as she crouched down and lowered Sarah's head and then pushed her into the cage. She slammed the door shut squashing Sarah's feet up towards her bottom. Quickly locking the silver padlock in place she walked out leaving Sarah lying on the floor of the cage, a tear rolling down her cheek.

For next hour or so Sarah was locked in the cage unable to stop herself from hearing Trixie and Jenny's laughter coming from the lounge.

She was insane with jealousy and it huge relief when she finally heard them get up and begin walking towards the front door.

Sarah then realised with horror that, in fact, they were heading towards the bedroom. Instinctively she inched her way into the furthest corner of the cage away from the door.

Trixie walked in nonchalantly with the beautiful red haired Jenny and pointed at Sarah like she was her latest art project.

"There she is. Isn't she gorgeous?"

The shame Sarah felt was beyond words as Jenny looked down on the naughty slut gagged and handcuffed in the cage.

Jenny broke into a smile. "Oh My God! I'm so jealous! She's really cute."

"Well" said Trixie as they both got closer "She's been a very naughty girl"

"No way" said Jenny crouching down only a couple of feet from the cage.

"Yep. First she called me a bitch and then she tried to attack me. It's a good job I had her chained to the sofa I can tell you."

Trixie and Jenny looked at each other and laughed. Then, looking back admiringly at Sarah as she huddled in the corner of the cage Jenny asked "Can I touch her?"

"Go ahead" replied Trixie who turned towards Sarah and ordered her to "be a good girl now sweetie."

Sarah hated herself for feeling so disgustingly excited. As Jenny went over to her corner and reached in with a slender hand Sarah couldn't help hoping that it would ravish her. She felt the fingers with their long red nails make their way straight under the crop top and begin examining her breasts, weighing them up like Jenny was deciding if they passed a test.

Satisfied, Jenny lifted the miniskirt and asked Sarah to spread her legs. Sat in the corner of the cage Sarah complied as far as possible and Jenny took a long look, through the metal bars, at Sarah's wet pussy.

"She's perfect!" said Jenny getting up and beginning to leave the bedroom. "Can I borrow her one day?"

Trixie smiled as she followed Jenny out of the room. "Maybe, one day, but for now she's just my little princess."

Sarah heard Jenny leave a few minutes later and Trixie came back into the bedroom and gently crouched down by the cage.

"I think you've had that gag on long enough haven't you?"

Sarah nodded quickly, desperate to get that huge rubber ball out of her mouth.

"In fact I'm pretty bored with your outfit." said Trixie looking down at Sarah's drool covered crop top.

"We might as well get everything off now because you've been a very naughty girl and naughty girls have to spend a long time in jail."

Sarah was left to wonder just how long a long time would be as Trixie, reaching into the cage and began unfastening the white gag.

Soon Sarah was naked, free from the handcuffs, trying to get some movement back in her aching jaw.

Trixie asked "I expect you need to go to the little girls room don't you sweetie?"

The question caused Sarah to realise just how much she needed to use the toilet.

"Yes please" she answered, hoping for leniency.

"I'm going to very kind and let you out to do your business, but you to have to come straight back, you understand?"

Sarah nodded.

Seeming to have an idea, Trixie then got up and went out, coming back a minute later with the ankles shackles.

"I think it might be safer if you put these on first. We don't want you running away do we?"

"Or spreading your legs for anybody that asks" she added with a laugh.

Trixie squeezed the chrome manacles with the twelve inch chain between the bars of the cage and Sarah, her mind totally surrendered to Trixie's power, readily locked them on to her ankles.

Trixie then opened the cage and Sarah was able to crawl out and hobble slowly to bathroom.

When she came back Trixie was standing impatiently by the cage door waiting for her.

"Hurry up, come on. I'm being kind enough as it is."

Yet when Sarah reached the cage Trixie stopped her.

"Did you wipe yourself properly sweetie? All nice and dry are we?"

Sarah nodded hesitantly, unsure of herself. Trixie reached down and roughly tested her pussy with her fingers.

"Good girl." said Trixie with a satisfied smirk "In you go then" and she locked Sarah back in the cage and left her alone on the bedroom.

It must have been approaching eight o'clock in the evening when Trixie came back with a tray of sandwiches and a drink and left them by the cage. And it was about eleven when Trixie came back again and let Sarah out, handed her a toothbrush and told her she had ten minutes to get ready for bed.

When Sarah was safely locked back in the cage, she was left, naked except for her ankles shackles, wondering just how long this was to go on for. Suddenly however, she forgot everything when, in full view, Trixie began getting undressed.

With them both staring intently at each other, Trixie unbuttoned her shirt and threw it behind her . She then slowly, sensually, slid her jeans down over her hips and kicked them off on to the floor. Sarah looked adoringly up at Trixie's sexy, smooth nubile body. She was happy it was Trixie's cage she was locked in but at the same time she wanted intensely to be able to reach out and touch her.

Trixie, standing out of reach, just four feet from away, still staring down at Sarah, took off her chic black bra and revealed her plump rounded breasts. She softly fingered her left nipple till it became hard and erect but then with great self control she stopped herself and pulled down her matching panties. Scrunching them up, she threw them into the cage with a smile and walked off naked to the bathroom.

Sarah took the panties tightly in her hands and lovingly sniffed them. Then, unable to control the revolting slut she had become, she licked them passionately.

Trixie came back a few minutes later and turned the main light off leaving just a little bedside lamp on. Still naked she went and crouched by the door of the cage. Much to Sarah's surprise she proceeded to unlock the padlock and, leaving the door ajar, walk over and get into bed.

Sarah, taken aback, stared at the open door. Was it trap? How was Trixie going to humiliate her again? She didn't have any answers but she still began to crawl out of the cage.

She got out safely and stood up looked at the bed. Trixie was lying there, smiling at her, the sheets rolled down.

"Time off for good behaviour" she whispered. "Now come here princess"

Sarah, the elation soaring through her body, went as quickly as the hobble chain allowed, and got in the bed next to Trixie and felt her warm embrace. Their breasts pressed together, Trixie kissed Sarah on the lips and with her manicured fingers began gently, lovingly caressing Sarah's aching pussy.