I am very grateful to have met Mistress Hush and to have since had the happy honour of being Her caged slave on several occasions. Mistress Hush is very intelligent, well-spoken, and extremely beautiful. Pre-meeting nerves were soon eased by Her. She took care to discuss what would happen to me, getting a perfect balance between what was realistic, and what might have to wait for future adventures, once She had more fully appraised Her new cagee.

Upstairs, i am cuffed and gagged. I quickly find myself ordered into a cage, the door is closed, the padlock is snapped shut – with a sense of finality – ominous and exciting in equal measure, and She departs. I hope Mistress takes this in the respectful manner it is intended, but it’s wonderful to see the back of Her, watching and hearing Her high heels click away, flicking off the light switch and leaving me in the dimness, without a backward glance or word of goodbye. It’s humbling to know that the cage occupant will barely enter Her thoughts for quite some time – completely unimportant and ignored, (apart from perhaps a brief safety check-in) – just how it should be.

Needless to say, She has made quite an impression on me, and i would like nothing more than being able to hang out with Her. And by ‘hang out’, i of course mean being locked up in one of Her cages, and left for hours in solitary confinement while She attends to other matters, things far more important than this slave, elsewhere.

Occasionally, the silence is broken by sounds downstairs, life in the House going on with me taking no direct part in it. Perhaps some intrepid sub gets put through his paces in the next-door chamber (piped music for the duration ensures that the interaction between Mistress and the slave remains private). Through the bars of my cage, in the dimness, i regard the various items around the dungeon, wondering what half of them might be used for. I have plenty of time to reflect on the lowly status of a slave. I imagine Mistress Hush relaxing, perhaps doing Her nails, enjoying lunch, bossing the House slave around, catching up on a few emails. It’s a true honour to be part of Her day, even if only actually in Her divine presence for a small (but precious) fraction of the stay.

At the end of the session, any discomforts are soon forgotten and i am absolutely delighted if Mistress grants permission for me to briefly kneel before Her and kiss Her shoes to express my gratitude. I recommend Mistress Hush to any sub who has a similar ‘thing’ about being kept caged by a dominant Lady. I know i can’t wait to be allowed to visit Mistress Hush again.

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