<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=wicked%20domme">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="46294733" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>You wake from your fitful slumber in the cage when the garage door opener rumbles to life. You sit up and hit your head on the metal bars before remembering where you are. Your mistress made you dress her for a date. She humiliated you. She made it perfectly clear that you’re nothing more than a submissive toy to her. Then she put you in a cage and left.</p><p>Now she’s returned. You suppress the urge to shout when you hear her come into the house. You’re in a dog cage but that doesn’t mean you have to act like a dog.</p><p>Instead, you wait and listen. You hear the sound of her high heels on the hardwood floor. Your heart soars when you think she’s coming to set you free, but she isn’t. Instead, she walks into the kitchen. You hear the refrigerator open. You hear the ice machine.</p><p>The TV turns on. You hear your mistress laugh. You’re not sure what she’s watching. All you know is that she’s not coming to set you free. You’re relatively certain she knows you’re there. She just doesn’t want to give you what you crave, not yet at least.</p><p>She turns the TV off. You hear her walking down the hallway. She’s coming towards you. You stare at the doorway. You hope she’ll walk in and let you out of the cage. You hope she’s going to give you a chance to clean her up.</p><p>She doesn’t, though. She walks by. You admire her legs in the black stockings you carefully put her in. You admire her body in the beautiful red dress you put on. She doesn’t even look into the guest bedroom. She doesn’t even look at you in your cage.</p><p>You begin to panic. You wonder if you’re going to be kept in your cage all night long. You wonder if she’s choosing to punish you for some reason. You wonder if it was all a tease, if she has no interest in giving you even the slightest reward for good behavior.</p><p>You hear her bedroom door open. She steps onto the carpet and the sound of her heels hitting the floor disappears. You wonder what her evening was like. Did she have the sex she craved? Did her date cum inside her, as he has so many times before? Is she considering letting you lick up his cum?</p><p>It feels like forever, but it’s probably only a few minutes before your mistress appears in the doorway of the guest bedroom. She stands there and stares at the cage. You stare at her. You know it would be unwise to say anything until you’re spoken to, so you remain silent but hopeful.</p><p>The red dress is gone. Her high heels have come off. She remains in the stockings and underwear you dressed her in. She looks breathtakingly sexy.</p><p>Your mistress steps into the room. She saunters towards you, taking her time and drawing out each step. The sway in her hips is irresistibly sexy.</p><p>She reaches the cage and sits on top of it. You look up and see the soft flesh of her ass poking through the square-shaped openings between the thin, black metal bars.</p><p>“Kiss me,” she says.</p><p>You kiss her ass through the cage. You kiss it over and over. You listen as your mistress laughs at you. You know how pathetic you seem. You’re caged and kissing her ass because it’s all you can have at the moment. You’re doing it without hesitation or argument. You haven’t said a word, in fact. You’ve simply obeyed.</p><p>“Are you hungry?” she asks.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” you answer before kissing the flesh of her ass once more.</p><p>Your mistress laughs again. She sits up and pulls aside her panties, revealing her asshole. When she sits down once more, the perfect wrinkled hole is exposed.</p><p>“Worship my asshole,” she says.</p><p>You push your tongue through the opening in the metal cage and lick her asshole.</p><p>Your mistress laughs at you. “You’re pathetic,” she says. “A pathetic excuse for a man. You know that though, don’t you? You know that a real man wouldn’t be so eager to worship a woman’s asshole from a cage. A real man wouldn’t let himself be locked up in the first place. A real man wouldn’t stand for the kind of abuse I put you through. You’re not a real man though. You’re just a pathetic excuse for a man.”</p><p>You say nothing. It’s not your place to respond. It’s your place to continue licking her asshole. It’s your place to do exactly as your mistress says.</p><p>She stands up and turns around. She bends over and says, “Open your mouth.”</p><p>You open your mouth and tilt your head back. Your mistress gathers her saliva and lets it slowly slip from between her lips. A long string of it lands directly in your mouth. You savor her fluid.</p><p>“Swallow,” she demands.</p><p>You swallow and say, “Thank you, mistress.”</p><p>“You’re welcome,” she says. You see the smile on her face. You know it makes her happy when you submit. You know it thrills her when you do exactly as you’re told.</p><p>Your mistress unlocks the cage and opens the door. “Come,” she says while gently tapping her thigh.</p><p>You crawl out of the cage and follow your mistress. You know better than to stand. You know that she wants you to feel the humiliation of being treated like a pet. You know that she has no interest in making you feel like you’re her equal. You’re not.</p><p>You follow your mistress into her bedroom. You watch as she turns around and hops into her bed. She spreads her legs wide open.</p><p>“Kiss my feet,” she says.</p><p>You move to her left foot. You press your lips against the soft black nylon and you kiss it. You hold her gaze while doing so. You see a smile cross her face. She enjoys your submission.</p><p>“Suck my toes,” she demands.</p><p>You take her nylon-clad toes into your mouth. You suck on them eagerly. You run your tongue over them. You take all five in your mouth at the same time.</p><p>“Look at you. What an ambitious little submissive you are. You should be careful, though. If you show too much oral aptitude I might make you into a cocksucker for me. I might make you get down on your knees and worship a big dick until it cums in your mouth,” she says.</p><p>You continue to suck on her toes. You can’t help but imagine sucking cock for your mistress. The idea fills your stomach with butterflies. You know you’d do it. You know you wouldn’t be able to resist. You’re straight, but you know if she told you to get on your knees and blow someone that you’d do it. You’d do anything for her.</p><p>“Worship my other foot, bitch,” she demands.</p><p>You crawl to her other foot. You kiss it. You lick it. You suck it. You taste the nylon. You taste a little bit of sweat that she built up over the evening. You take all five toes in your mouth again. Your mistress laughs at you.</p><p>You try to imagine it from her point of view. You’ve spent your night in a cage. You crawled after her once she let you out. Now you’re on your knees sucking on her toes. All of that no doubt stands in stark contrast to the man that fucked her. He wasn’t in a cage. He didn’t suck on her toes. He didn’t let her call him a pathetic excuse for a man. All of it turns you on even more.</p><p>Your mistress pulls her foot from your mouth. “Are you hungry?” she asks again.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” you say.</p><p>“What are you hungry for?” she asks.</p><p>“Cum,” you answer.</p><p>She throws her head back and laughs at you. It’s a cruel, demeaning laugh. “You’re fucking pathetic,” she says. “What kind of man admits being hungry for someone else’s cum?”</p><p>“I do, mistress,” you say.</p><p>She slips her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulls them down just a little. She reveals the cummy mess that her date left inside her. Some of his seed has collected in the gusset of her underwear, but much of it is spread around her pussy lips. There’s still some dripping out of her, too.</p><p>“Is this the cum you’re hungry for, cuckold?” she asks. “Is this what your eager little tongue wants to lick up? Is this what your dick is throbbing for?”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” you answer.</p><p>“Come closer,” she says.</p><p>You crawl closer. Soon you’re inches away from her pussy. You can smell the sex. You can smell the other man’s cum.</p><p>“What are you?” your mistress asks.</p><p>“I’m your cum slut,” you say.</p><p>She laughs and runs two fingers through her panties, scooping up some of her date’s cum. “Yes you are,” she says before pushing her fingers into your mouth.</p><p>You close your lips around them and clean the cum. She pushes her fingers deeper into your mouth. She makes you gag on them and laughs.</p><p>“Swallow his fucking cum,” she demands as her fingers leave your mouth.</p><p>You swallow and your mistress smiles.</p><p>“This is all you’re good for,” she says. “You’ll never, ever please a woman with your cock. You’re not even particularly good at eating pussy. You’re just a toy. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man that exists for me to abuse for my pleasure. Do you understand?” she asks.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” you say.</p><p>She turns the gusset of her panties inside out and says, “Clean my panties, bitch. Lick his cum out of them.”</p><p>You lean forward and run your tongue through the gusset of her panties. You lick up his cum. You hold it on your tongue and show it to your mistress.</p><p>“Swallow. Swallow his cum. Take him into your body,” she says.</p><p>You swallow. His cum is salty and bitter on your tongue and it burns a little as it moves down your throat and into your stomach. The other man is inside you now. His seed is in your stomach.</p><p>Your mistress presses her foot against your face and kicks. You fall to your back on the carpeted floor of her bedroom. She laughs and climbs off the bed. She stands over your head.</p><p>She squats over your face. You see the thick globs of cum on her pussy lips. You know there’s more inside her.</p><p>“Open up,” she says.</p><p>You open your mouth. Your mistress smiles and her pussy opens a little. Cum begins to leak out of her. It’s a slow journey, but eventually it reaches your mouth. It gathers on your tongue.</p><p>“Gargle his load,” she says.</p><p>You do as you’re told. You gargle the other man’s cum. It gets bubbly in your mouth. The salty taste spreads. It coats your cheeks and tongue.</p><p>“Swallow,” she demands.</p><p>You swallow the cum. You take more of him into your body.</p><p>Your mistress sits on your face. She rubs her messy, cum-covered pussy all over you. She laughs as she smothers you in cum. When she lifts her hips again you can feel the slippery liquid on your cheeks, chin, lips, and nose. You’re covered in it.</p><p>Your mistress smiles and says, “You’re disgusting.”</p><p>Your cock throbs, just as it’s done all evening. You crave the humiliation she gives you.</p><p>She sits on your face again. She rubs her messy pussy all over your skin again. She even rubs some of it on your forehead. She laughs loudly. She’s clearly delighted.</p><p>“You’d like to make me cum, wouldn’t you?” she asks.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” you say.</p><p>She pushes three fingers into her pussy and smiles at you. Her fingers emerged coated with thick cum. You open your mouth, expecting to clean them. Your mistress laughs and rubs her fingers on your face.</p><p>“You don’t get to make me cum,” she says. “You don’t deserve it. You’re not worthy of giving me an orgasm. Not tonight.”</p><p>She stands up and steps aside.</p><p>“Now get the fuck out of my house,” she says.</p><p>You stand up and look around the room.</p><p>“What are you looking for?” she asks.</p><p>“My clothes,” you say.</p><p>“Did I say you could get dressed before you got the fuck out of my house?” your mistress asks.</p><p>“No, mistress,” you answer.</p><p>“No, I didn’t. So get the fuck out of my house. Right now. Your clothes will be here the next time I invite you over, if there is a next time.”</p><p>She swats your ass. The sound of her flesh meeting yours fills the bedroom. You wince in pain.</p><p>“Get out. Now!” she yells.</p><p>You rush to the front door. You grab your keys off the hook. You run out of her house. You hear the door slam behind you. You quickly look around to make sure no one is watching. You run down the stairs and towards your car.</p><p>Your face is covered in cum. Your ass still stings from the swat she delivered. You’re humiliated. Your cock is still hard, though. You unlock your car and jump into the driver’s seat. The leather is cool against your ass.</p><p>Your phone, which you left in your car, buzzes. You look at it. There’s a text from your mistress. “Don’t you dare touch your cock. Not at all. No masturbating until I give you permission.”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” you text back.</p><p>You start your car. You drive home. Your cock is hard the entire time.</p>