Crystals Private cage time part 1A
Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2023 2:54 pm
As Crystal hits and climbs the southbound ramp of I-55 she reflects back on her conversation with that old man.
“ An American company selling out to China?
A slave cage built from plastic? “
Crystal busts out laughing.
“ That guy was a nut! “
She then reached for the knob on the radio to seek out the NPR station.
“ This is got to be where he’s learning that shit from? “
Yeah if America was in that big of trouble mom would be talking about it. She’s a real political junkie with political ambitions of her own.
But as we all know from the slave universe, one of the main benefits of legalized slavery is. Is that it keeps the country strong. By means of the taxes that fills the coffers of government. Which keeps them crooked bastards happy.
It also gives the poor something to do. So you don’t have a lot of pan handling and petty crime.
That’s kind of an elite’s thought coming from Crystal. Her being a deep red conservative type. But also in the slave universe you get a mixed bag of political type views that justify the hows and why slavery is the way that it is.
She kind of argues back and forth with the radio. And finally turns it off, to think of more pleasant thoughts.
And thought number one was.
“Where to hide this kennel? “
No way did Crystal want questions from mom Misty or anyone else for that matter. For why she’s got this thing.
Thought number two.
“ When I get time. I’m going to the pet store! And if they got the same kennels? I’m gonna be pissed! “
Yeah Crystal doesn’t like getting ripped off.
She eventually makes it back home, and spins her little Toyota around in the yard, and backs up to the garage door.
Of course she wishes she could keep this in her comfortable bedroom. But then she’d have to explain it, cause it would definitely be seen there.
She gets out, unlocks and raises the roll up door.
And looks into the cluttered garage. Mom’s Toyota 4x4 pickup takes up the left side.
“ Why did she get that? She never drives it! “
Crystal mumbles to herself.
But mom learned long ago, that if you don’t have a truck, there’s always some reason you need one.
And in just a matter of six weeks or so, Crystal herself will be asking to borrow it, so she can transport her crap to Ole Miss.
To the right of the truck was all of moms tools and power equipment stuff.
She hops on the antique looking Yazoo zero turn mower and can’t figure out how to get it started. Crystals spoiled you know? So she don’t cut grass, that again falls in to line with the stuff like slaves do. Which in this household is me.
So she hopped off the mower and shoved a push mower out into the yard, followed by 3 more that have don’t run no more. That was followed by the pressure washer, weed eater, blower probably around 100ft of old hose pipes. And then she shoved about some miscellaneous junk.
Finally she had herself a clean trail. And after all that work she fails to realize that all she had to do was hop into moms truck and drive it out. She always leaves the keys in the ignition.
She undid the twine and her trunk lid pops up. She took a firm hold around the kennel box and lifts it, carries it along her clean path and sits it down in the back, next to her weight bench.
“ Though no one comes out here much, I can’t just leave it here. “
She spots a place in the corner. Behind more stuff. With her foot she pushed and rolled her and Misty’s two seater go kart backwards and out of the way. She then moved more miscellaneous boxes of stuff, then a tarp that uncovered her almost pristine Honda ATC 110 3 wheeler, her and Misty got matching 3 wheelers for Christmas when they were 10 years old. Misty’s was parked behind it, and hers looked like a piece of junk. Crystals probably didn’t even have 50 miles on it.
She shoved and wrestled the three wheelers about and out from against the wall. Then moves the kennel, leaving it still inside its box for the moment, looking at her watch she only has enough time for a quick snack and it’s off to work. She quickly covers the three wheeler and kennel with the tarp, then puts the boxes back and looks at it.
“ Nobody will ever know it’s there. “
She smiles as she quickly puts all the rest of the crap back into the garage. Then grabbed her a yogurt, and a few pieces of fruit. Along with some of that green juice she likes to drink and hurried off to work.
Fast forward to Saturday morning.
Finally Crystal has time to test out her new kennel. But not before her morning run and routine. That always starts with a 10 mile run. Then she’s on the hundred rep push up, sit up, and pull up challenge. Then of course she hits the weights.
Crystal always works hard. And obviously hard work pays off, since after all she is Prime Plus.
As she jogs off with her long hair in a ponytail, her big tits bound inside a black spandex sports bra, covered by a white short tank top. Wearing orange jogging shorts and her Nike cross trainers, she jogs past me as I was push mowing the front yard.
I instantly got a boner.
“ Oh I’d so love to fuck her! “
I said to myself watching until she disappeared around the curve.
My dick throbs with desire.
A few minutes later mom and Misty walk outside together. Both wearing matching blue dresses with heels. Misty doesn’t look happy.
Mom is making her dress up and taking her to work with her.
Saturdays in the summer are always busy days for showing houses.
In reality mom would be much better off taking Crystal along on these occasions. Misty is not a people person. She lacks self confidence and has zero personality. But mom tries to teach her. After all her company will be half hers someday.
I didn’t notice when Crystal came back, but after all I had lots to do. Mom likes having the best looking yard on the street, and she’s very particular about it.
But after push mowing the front yard twice in opposite directions, so it has that striped base ball field look to it. I finally hopped on that old Yazoo zero turn. I don’t know where mom got this damn thing at? But it’s loud and has a metal seat and vibrates like Hell. But as I rode it around, still thinking about fucking Crystal of course. With all that vibration my dick just felt huge. Behind the house I shut the mower off, and slipped my aching cock out from under my shorts. And looked down at it. It even looked and felt bigger in my hand as I slowly pumped it back and forth a few times. I could have easily jerked myself off right then, but something in my brain told me not to. So I slipped my cock back into my shorts and fired the mower back up to get back at the mowing.
Crystal did return. And was in the garage. She quickly moved the boxes and three wheeler back. She then with a box cutter sliced through the cardboard cutting and ripping it away from the sturdy built kennel. With the box she threw and discarded the instructions and warranty papers.
You know everything you buy has instructions. Your blender, mixer, microwave, any appliance or power tool always has detailed instructions on how to use these things. Most if not all are written by some fucking lawyer of course to protect us and of course the manufacturer they represent. After all it’s all about safety of course.
But this is a slave kennel! It should be self explanatory. Or so Crystal thinks anyway.
Her hand moves to her neck, realizing something was missing.
“ My collar? “
She takes off racing from the garage to the house, where she digs through moms room, desperately searching for it. Finally she finds it. And stands in front of the dresser mirror and puts it on. It was the same one she’d gotten from the Alexzander mansion. The one that said Whore across the front of it.
She checks her look in the mirror and snatched the ponytail holder from her hair, and shakes her long hair free, she quickly runs a brush through it. Just like moms and Misty’s Crystals long beautiful hair has that feathered look to it. It may be a dated look but it’s sexy as Hell.
Her nipples grow hard beneath the sweaty spandex bra. She slipped her hand into her shorts. Her clit felt extra big and extremely sensitive to the touch. Her fingers slipped easily into her hot dripping honey hole.
She snatched her hand out, and dropped to her knees at moms night table beside the bed, snatching open the drawer she hunts for just the right sized toy.
Cody has a cock that’s a solid 8 inches. But she feels she needs bigger. So she grabbed one that’s 9 inches and looks even feels thicker.
“ Oh this one will give me such a good stretch! “
She raced to the kitchen sink to give it a quick wash with dishwashing detergent.
Then it was back to the garage. She takes a quick look my way.
“ He’s still got plenty to do! I’ll be finished before he gets through! “
She thinks to herself.
Back in the garage she quickly strips down. Her hot sweaty bare feet feels cold against the concrete floor. She then climbed over the three wheeler and kneeled and backed herself into the cage. With her fingers she closes the cage door until it latches securely.
She lets her fantasy take over. As she looks through the steel bars of the cage and around the front tire of the three wheeler, she sees her discarded clothing laying there in the floor.
She imagined that someone had just stripped her naked.
Looking across past her weight bench and racked barbells. She sees the plain concrete blocked wall.
“ If all this junk wasn’t in here? This might look real similar to a real slave kennel room? “
She imagined herself housed in a room full of helpless and gagged young women.
She thinks of some big uniformed man walking down the aisle in shiny tall boots, he slaps a crop against his boot. The sound of it sends a chill straight up her spine.
She trembled in total fear as he stops right in front of her cage, opening it.
“ Out! “
He’ll yell down to her.
She’ll crawl from the cage and get up on her knees, and watch as he drops trowel and lets his big beefy cock dangle right in her face.
She doesn’t have to be told what to do, she grabs his cock and feeds it into her mouth.
He reached for her head, pushing to make her take more. She relaxes her throat muscles and lets his cock fill her throat.
While he’s fucking her throat. She slides the dildo into her pussy, and feels that amazingly awesome stretch.
Fucking herself she imagined all the rest of the caged slaves looking at her. All wishing they all were her at that very moment.
But of course he comes to her cause she’s Prime Plus. And they’re not. So she gets an amazing fucking that they don’t, and that’s just how it should be.
About 10 minutes later she comes so hard. The sexual release just felt amazing.
Her fantasy fades away and reality sets in.
Relief from her sexual tension she pressed against the cage door, and it doesn’t open. With her fingers she slips them through the bars, and feels along the smooth steel of the latch, where she feels a little hole where a key supposed to fit.
“ Oh shit! It’s got a key? I’m locked in here? “
She looks across at all the cardboard she’d cut away, and laying there taped to the instructions was a little plastic baggy with two keys in it. And it was three feet away, and she had no way of reaching them.
Out of frustration she throws her naked 100 pound body against the sides of the cage.
She then got on her back and drove the soles of her bare feet against the cage door. It doesn’t even budge.
She then realized she’s trapped until someone comes along to free her.
And there she waits helplessly locked inside her cage, in the filthy garage.
“ An American company selling out to China?
A slave cage built from plastic? “
Crystal busts out laughing.
“ That guy was a nut! “
She then reached for the knob on the radio to seek out the NPR station.
“ This is got to be where he’s learning that shit from? “
Yeah if America was in that big of trouble mom would be talking about it. She’s a real political junkie with political ambitions of her own.
But as we all know from the slave universe, one of the main benefits of legalized slavery is. Is that it keeps the country strong. By means of the taxes that fills the coffers of government. Which keeps them crooked bastards happy.
It also gives the poor something to do. So you don’t have a lot of pan handling and petty crime.
That’s kind of an elite’s thought coming from Crystal. Her being a deep red conservative type. But also in the slave universe you get a mixed bag of political type views that justify the hows and why slavery is the way that it is.
She kind of argues back and forth with the radio. And finally turns it off, to think of more pleasant thoughts.
And thought number one was.
“Where to hide this kennel? “
No way did Crystal want questions from mom Misty or anyone else for that matter. For why she’s got this thing.
Thought number two.
“ When I get time. I’m going to the pet store! And if they got the same kennels? I’m gonna be pissed! “
Yeah Crystal doesn’t like getting ripped off.
She eventually makes it back home, and spins her little Toyota around in the yard, and backs up to the garage door.
Of course she wishes she could keep this in her comfortable bedroom. But then she’d have to explain it, cause it would definitely be seen there.
She gets out, unlocks and raises the roll up door.
And looks into the cluttered garage. Mom’s Toyota 4x4 pickup takes up the left side.
“ Why did she get that? She never drives it! “
Crystal mumbles to herself.
But mom learned long ago, that if you don’t have a truck, there’s always some reason you need one.
And in just a matter of six weeks or so, Crystal herself will be asking to borrow it, so she can transport her crap to Ole Miss.
To the right of the truck was all of moms tools and power equipment stuff.
She hops on the antique looking Yazoo zero turn mower and can’t figure out how to get it started. Crystals spoiled you know? So she don’t cut grass, that again falls in to line with the stuff like slaves do. Which in this household is me.
So she hopped off the mower and shoved a push mower out into the yard, followed by 3 more that have don’t run no more. That was followed by the pressure washer, weed eater, blower probably around 100ft of old hose pipes. And then she shoved about some miscellaneous junk.
Finally she had herself a clean trail. And after all that work she fails to realize that all she had to do was hop into moms truck and drive it out. She always leaves the keys in the ignition.
She undid the twine and her trunk lid pops up. She took a firm hold around the kennel box and lifts it, carries it along her clean path and sits it down in the back, next to her weight bench.
“ Though no one comes out here much, I can’t just leave it here. “
She spots a place in the corner. Behind more stuff. With her foot she pushed and rolled her and Misty’s two seater go kart backwards and out of the way. She then moved more miscellaneous boxes of stuff, then a tarp that uncovered her almost pristine Honda ATC 110 3 wheeler, her and Misty got matching 3 wheelers for Christmas when they were 10 years old. Misty’s was parked behind it, and hers looked like a piece of junk. Crystals probably didn’t even have 50 miles on it.
She shoved and wrestled the three wheelers about and out from against the wall. Then moves the kennel, leaving it still inside its box for the moment, looking at her watch she only has enough time for a quick snack and it’s off to work. She quickly covers the three wheeler and kennel with the tarp, then puts the boxes back and looks at it.
“ Nobody will ever know it’s there. “
She smiles as she quickly puts all the rest of the crap back into the garage. Then grabbed her a yogurt, and a few pieces of fruit. Along with some of that green juice she likes to drink and hurried off to work.
Fast forward to Saturday morning.
Finally Crystal has time to test out her new kennel. But not before her morning run and routine. That always starts with a 10 mile run. Then she’s on the hundred rep push up, sit up, and pull up challenge. Then of course she hits the weights.
Crystal always works hard. And obviously hard work pays off, since after all she is Prime Plus.
As she jogs off with her long hair in a ponytail, her big tits bound inside a black spandex sports bra, covered by a white short tank top. Wearing orange jogging shorts and her Nike cross trainers, she jogs past me as I was push mowing the front yard.
I instantly got a boner.
“ Oh I’d so love to fuck her! “
I said to myself watching until she disappeared around the curve.
My dick throbs with desire.
A few minutes later mom and Misty walk outside together. Both wearing matching blue dresses with heels. Misty doesn’t look happy.
Mom is making her dress up and taking her to work with her.
Saturdays in the summer are always busy days for showing houses.
In reality mom would be much better off taking Crystal along on these occasions. Misty is not a people person. She lacks self confidence and has zero personality. But mom tries to teach her. After all her company will be half hers someday.
I didn’t notice when Crystal came back, but after all I had lots to do. Mom likes having the best looking yard on the street, and she’s very particular about it.
But after push mowing the front yard twice in opposite directions, so it has that striped base ball field look to it. I finally hopped on that old Yazoo zero turn. I don’t know where mom got this damn thing at? But it’s loud and has a metal seat and vibrates like Hell. But as I rode it around, still thinking about fucking Crystal of course. With all that vibration my dick just felt huge. Behind the house I shut the mower off, and slipped my aching cock out from under my shorts. And looked down at it. It even looked and felt bigger in my hand as I slowly pumped it back and forth a few times. I could have easily jerked myself off right then, but something in my brain told me not to. So I slipped my cock back into my shorts and fired the mower back up to get back at the mowing.
Crystal did return. And was in the garage. She quickly moved the boxes and three wheeler back. She then with a box cutter sliced through the cardboard cutting and ripping it away from the sturdy built kennel. With the box she threw and discarded the instructions and warranty papers.
You know everything you buy has instructions. Your blender, mixer, microwave, any appliance or power tool always has detailed instructions on how to use these things. Most if not all are written by some fucking lawyer of course to protect us and of course the manufacturer they represent. After all it’s all about safety of course.
But this is a slave kennel! It should be self explanatory. Or so Crystal thinks anyway.
Her hand moves to her neck, realizing something was missing.
“ My collar? “
She takes off racing from the garage to the house, where she digs through moms room, desperately searching for it. Finally she finds it. And stands in front of the dresser mirror and puts it on. It was the same one she’d gotten from the Alexzander mansion. The one that said Whore across the front of it.
She checks her look in the mirror and snatched the ponytail holder from her hair, and shakes her long hair free, she quickly runs a brush through it. Just like moms and Misty’s Crystals long beautiful hair has that feathered look to it. It may be a dated look but it’s sexy as Hell.
Her nipples grow hard beneath the sweaty spandex bra. She slipped her hand into her shorts. Her clit felt extra big and extremely sensitive to the touch. Her fingers slipped easily into her hot dripping honey hole.
She snatched her hand out, and dropped to her knees at moms night table beside the bed, snatching open the drawer she hunts for just the right sized toy.
Cody has a cock that’s a solid 8 inches. But she feels she needs bigger. So she grabbed one that’s 9 inches and looks even feels thicker.
“ Oh this one will give me such a good stretch! “
She raced to the kitchen sink to give it a quick wash with dishwashing detergent.
Then it was back to the garage. She takes a quick look my way.
“ He’s still got plenty to do! I’ll be finished before he gets through! “
She thinks to herself.
Back in the garage she quickly strips down. Her hot sweaty bare feet feels cold against the concrete floor. She then climbed over the three wheeler and kneeled and backed herself into the cage. With her fingers she closes the cage door until it latches securely.
She lets her fantasy take over. As she looks through the steel bars of the cage and around the front tire of the three wheeler, she sees her discarded clothing laying there in the floor.
She imagined that someone had just stripped her naked.
Looking across past her weight bench and racked barbells. She sees the plain concrete blocked wall.
“ If all this junk wasn’t in here? This might look real similar to a real slave kennel room? “
She imagined herself housed in a room full of helpless and gagged young women.
She thinks of some big uniformed man walking down the aisle in shiny tall boots, he slaps a crop against his boot. The sound of it sends a chill straight up her spine.
She trembled in total fear as he stops right in front of her cage, opening it.
“ Out! “
He’ll yell down to her.
She’ll crawl from the cage and get up on her knees, and watch as he drops trowel and lets his big beefy cock dangle right in her face.
She doesn’t have to be told what to do, she grabs his cock and feeds it into her mouth.
He reached for her head, pushing to make her take more. She relaxes her throat muscles and lets his cock fill her throat.
While he’s fucking her throat. She slides the dildo into her pussy, and feels that amazingly awesome stretch.
Fucking herself she imagined all the rest of the caged slaves looking at her. All wishing they all were her at that very moment.
But of course he comes to her cause she’s Prime Plus. And they’re not. So she gets an amazing fucking that they don’t, and that’s just how it should be.
About 10 minutes later she comes so hard. The sexual release just felt amazing.
Her fantasy fades away and reality sets in.
Relief from her sexual tension she pressed against the cage door, and it doesn’t open. With her fingers she slips them through the bars, and feels along the smooth steel of the latch, where she feels a little hole where a key supposed to fit.
“ Oh shit! It’s got a key? I’m locked in here? “
She looks across at all the cardboard she’d cut away, and laying there taped to the instructions was a little plastic baggy with two keys in it. And it was three feet away, and she had no way of reaching them.
Out of frustration she throws her naked 100 pound body against the sides of the cage.
She then got on her back and drove the soles of her bare feet against the cage door. It doesn’t even budge.
She then realized she’s trapped until someone comes along to free her.
And there she waits helplessly locked inside her cage, in the filthy garage.
