Original Challenge: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722&postid=78507
My Response: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=153649&postid=79395
TreasureMe's Response: https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=28722
My Response....
I still haven't repositioned my tie and I'm resisting the urge to tap my foot. Cars are honking like it is going to suddenly move traffic and every honk is tearing away at my patience. I despise keeping her waiting and I'm already worked up enough with thoughts of her. The flogger, her pantiless pussy in that perfect dress. That's it. Fuck this.
I get out of the car and slam the door. I can hear my driver calling after me but nothing he says will get me to come back. I sent the car for her over forty minutes ago; even with traffic, it was a short ride. It's one thing to keep her waiting when I'm in control and there is an understanding. This is unacceptable. I muscle my way down the street, this night is too important to let this fucking city screw it up. I feel the third box moving up and down my thigh as I work my way closer to her. I've had this planned for months. Picking out every little detail by hand. Not even trusting my assistant to handle the tasks for me. I needed to know... I needed her to know how much this all means.
When I get to the building, that first night flashes before me again. Tonight, her breasts will be pressed to the same rail but her body will be bare. It will be a new kind of beginning. The beginning of her knowing without a doubt that she is mine and I would do everything for her. As I ride the elevator up, I wonder if she will like what I did to the terrace. Will it be too much or will it be everything she has ever fantasized about? I visualize her strapped to the cage, the wind blowing her long red hair and her nipples hardening. A guttural sound forms in my throat as I finally fix my tie and the elevator doors open.
