A Puppycage Escape (F/F)

[Darkmagi521]

Elora, her eyes gleaming with mischief, rolls a peculiar contraption into the practice space. It is a puppy cage, but not just any ordinary one. This cage seems to have been customised, with some parts of the bars appearing adjustable. The size, however, is what truly draws the eye—it is just large enough to hold Rachel if she were to curl up into a ball. The wheels on the bottom give it a sense of mobility, as if it were a tiny carriage designed for a whimsical fairy tale. The bars are spaced just far enough apart to ensure Rachel's comfort, yet close enough to maintain the illusion of containment. It's clear that Elora has put a significant amount of thought into this, blending her creative spirit with a touch of practicality that Rachel would appreciate.

With a dramatic flourish, Elora parks the cage next to Rachel. Rach, darling, I've got the most wonderful idea for our next performance piece!
Rachel looks up from her script, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the cage. Elora, what on earth is that? She sets the script aside and approaches the peculiar contraption with a mix of curiosity and scepticism.

Rachel is dressed in a comfortable pair of black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that's seen better days. The sleeves are pushed up to her elbows, revealing the intricate tattoos that snake down her arms. Her hair is pulled back in a practical bun, a few loose strands framing her focused expression. Elora, on the other hand, is a whirlwind of colour and texture. She's wearing a flowing, layered skirt that shimmers in the soft light of the practice room, paired with a tight-fitting, lace-up bodice that emphasizes her lean, dancer's physique. Her hair is a cascade of loose waves that fall down her back, with a few strands artfully pinned with glittering hairpins. Around her neck, a necklace of delicate beads and charms dances with her movements, each piece reflecting the light differently and adding to her ethereal allure. Her feet are bare, showcasing the calluses that are a testament to her dedication to her craft.

Oh, just a little something I whipped up! Elora giggles, a sound that's both musical and slightly manic. Imagine it: a modern twist on a classic fairy tale. You're the captive, I'm the mischievous fae, and we dance around the stage, playing with themes of freedom and entrapment. It's going to be so avant-garde! Her eyes light up with excitement, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

Rachel crosses her arms, looking both intrigued and sceptical. Elora, love, you, and your wild ideas. But before we go full steam ahead, how about you show me the ropes, quite literally, and get in there first? I want to see how comfortable it is, and if it'll hold up to our usual... She gestures to their surroundings, implying the often-chaotic nature of their rehearsals.

With a knowing smile, Rachel nods as Elora starts to disrobe, revealing her own artful tapestry of tattoos that dance across her torso and limbs. Rachel watches as Elora crawls backwards into the cage with surprising grace, given the confined space. She nods along as Elora explains the mechanisms for her hands and head. Alright, I've got it. Now, let's make sure this thing doesn't turn you into a caged bird mid-performance. Rachel carefully adjusts the contraption, ensuring that Elora's head sticks out just right, the locks clicking into place around her wrists with a reassuring firmness. How does that feel? Can you still breathe and move freely?

Elora's eyes sparkle with amusement as Rachel suggests she go in first. Oh, Rachel, always so keen on the safety protocols! But alright, if you insist. I'll just... She giggles again, a sound like wind chimes in a gentle breeze, as she wiggles her way into the cage, allowing Rachel to secure her wrists. It's surprisingly roomy, really. I mean, it wasn't as if I had some grand trick planned, I just thought it would be a delightful surprise to pop you inside. But now that you've suggested it, I suppose the role reversal adds a certain... irony to the whole concept. Her voice is muffled slightly by the bars, but the playfulness remains clear. So, what do you think? Ready to lock me in and see what kind of fae I truly am?

With a grin, Rachel opens the cabinet that houses their props, her eyes scanning over an array of wands—some sleek and gleaming, others twisted and ancient-looking. Now, which one of these enchanted sticks should I use to bring your wild magic to heel, hmm? Her voice is playful, but the question is genuine. The one with the moonstone or the one wrapped in ivy. The one that looks like it's made of pure starlight? Or should we go for something a little more... whimsical, to keep with the fairy theme?

Rachel pauses in her search for a wand, turning to look at Elora, who is now sitting cross-legged in the cage, looking expectantly at her. Ah, the eternal quest for battery-powered props. It's like trying to find a unicorn in a haystack. But if we're going full avant-garde, we might need a wand that can handle the unexpected. Her eyes light up as she grabs a wand with a small, glowing crystal at the tip. This one's got a rechargeable battery pack hidden in the handle. It's not just for show, it's for real magic! She winks. Now, let's make sure it's got enough juice to keep our fae friend from escaping. Rachel checks the battery level with a flick of her thumb, and the crystal pulses to life with a soft, pulsing glow. Perfect. Now, let's see how this works with the cage. If I can zap you out of there without any trouble, then we're golden.

Elora giggles, her eyes shining with excitement. Oh, the anticipation is killing me, Rach! But remember, I'm a creature of the fae. I might just enjoy being a bit... trapped. Her smile widens as Rachel approaches with the wand, her hands still secured by the bars. Do your worst, my dear. I'm ready for whatever you conjure up! The sound of the cage locking clicks through the room as Rachel tests the wand's magic on the contraption. Now, let the dance of freedom and captivity begin!

Rachel laughs, the sound rich and warm in the practice space. Well, if you're going to enjoy it, I might as well make it worthwhile. With a flourish, Rachel points the wand at the cage and recites an incantation she's clearly made up on the spot. By the power vested in me by our overpriced theatre school, and the spirit of creativity that flows through us, I, Rachel the Responsible, shall now attempt to free the wild Elora from her whimsical prison! The wand's crystal glows brighter, and Rachel presses a button on the handle. The cage bars slowly start to fold away from Elora's wrists, revealing hidden hinges and a surprisingly elegant design. It's not every day you get to play fairy godmother, you know. Now, let's see if this thing really works. As the bars retreat, Rachel watches closely, ready to jump into action if anything goes awry.

The bars of the cage fold back gracefully, the mechanism silent and fluid, freeing Elora from her makeshift prison. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the crystal, and for a moment, it seems as if a shimmering veil of magic has been lifted. Rachel steps back, panting slightly from the exertion of holding the spell—though the wand's battery seems unphased by the task. Elora stretches her arms, her tattoos rippling like living ink, and gracefully exits the cage, her movements reminiscent of a cat unfurling from a nap.

Elora stands there, naked as a jaybird, looking down at the open cage with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She turns to Rachel, her bare skin glowing in the soft light of the practice room. "You know," she says, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, "I quite enjoyed that little performance. But I think we can take it up a notch." She saunters over to Rachel, her hips swaying with an otherworldly allure. "How about we try it again, but this time, with the padlocks, the handcuffs, and the gag?" Her smile is a wicked invitation, one that Rachel can't help but find intriguing despite herself. The idea of Elora, wild and untamed, caged up and at Rachel's mercy, is a tantalizing one. It adds a thrilling edge to their creative exploration.
Her eyes twinkling with excitement, Elora steps closer to Rachel, her bare chest brushing against Rachel's sweatshirt. I promise, Rachel, it'll be an experience you'll never forget. And who knows? We’ll stumble upon a bit of real magic in the process. Her voice drops to a whisper. Besides, it's not every day we get to play with power dynamics and taboos in such a... she winks...controlled environment.

Rachel's eyes widen slightly, but she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at Elora's suggestion. Well, if we're going to do this, we should do it right. Her voice is a mix of amusement and anticipation. But remember, Elora, I'm the one holding the wand here. And I might just decide to leave you in there for a little longer than planned. Her gaze lingers on Elora's body, admiring the way the light plays off her tattoos and the way her breasts move with each breath. Let's get the props set up, and then we'll see just how much of a captive audience you can be.

Her cheeks flush a deeper pink, and she nods eagerly. As you wish, Rachel. She saunters over to the prop box and pulls out the requested items: a set of velvet-lined handcuffs, a shiny padlock, and a leather gag with a small, red ball at the centre. Here, let me be a good little fae and get ready for my confinement. With a playful smile, Elora extends her wrists, allowing Rachel to secure the cuffs with a click. Rachel's touch is firm yet gentle, and Elora can't help but shiver at the sensation. Now, the gag. But remember, I need to be able to breathe and, you know, say my lines.

Rachel's eyes gleam as she takes the leather collar and carefully places it around Elora's slender neck. It's a piece of craftsmanship, the leather supple and smooth against Elora's skin. Rachel's fingers linger for a moment before she snaps the padlock into place with a satisfying click. The collar seems too perfect, as if it were made for Elora's neck alone.

Rachel then takes a step back to admire her work, her eyes tracing the path of the collar down to Elora's chest, where the padlock rests just above her collarbones. "There," Rachel murmurs, her voice low and filled with a newfound sense of power. "Now, let's get those cuffs on and see how well you can handle a little... restraint." She takes Elora's wrists in her hands and secures the handcuffs, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of Rachel's touch. The room feels charged with a new energy, a mix of excitement and the thrill of the unknown.

Rachel then takes the lead attached to the collar and pulls Elora gently yet firmly towards the table. Elora, ever the performer, transitions into her role seamlessly, dropping to her knees and then to all fours. Rachel watches as Elora crawls with the grace of a creature born for it, the cage looming before them both. Rachel's heart races as she reaches the cage, her mind swirling with the possibilities of their new act. She secures the lead to a ring on the cage floor, ensuring Elora can move her head and neck freely.

Rachel's movements are swift and precise as she locks the handcuffs with another padlock, ensuring that Elora's wrists are bound tightly to the metal bars. Rachel then moves to the side of the cage, pushing the bars upwards. They fold outwards, creating a small opening for Elora to crawl through. Rachel guides Elora's head through the neck hole, making sure the gag is in place without obstructing her breathing. With one final click, Rachel fastens the thick padlock, securing Elora's neck to the cage. The red ball of the gag bobs as Elora tests her new boundaries, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Now, let's see how well our mischievous fae handles her newfound captivity. Rachel says her voice a thrilling blend of amusement and dominance.

Rachel's gaze lingers on Elora's bound ankles, admiring the way the cuffs frame her fine, tattooed skin. With a smirk, Rachel decides to add a little extra flair to their impromptu performance. She grabs the velvet-covered handcuffs and approaches Elora with a glint in her eye. "Let's not forget these," Rachel says, her voice taking on a slightly rougher edge. She takes Elora's ankles in her hands, feeling the warmth of her skin and the gentle tremble of anticipation. Rachel then starts to tighten the cuffs, her actions becoming a little more deliberate and forceful, as if enjoying the feeling of control over Elora's lithe body. Once the cuffs are secure, Rachel runs her index fingers along the line of Elora's legs, tracing from her toes all the way up to the soft skin of her inner thighs. The touch is feather-light, a teasing promise of what's to come. As Rachel's fingers reach Elora's pussy, she lets out a soft gasp, her body responding to the sudden intimacy of the gesture. Rachel's eyes lock onto Elora's, and for a moment, it's as if the cage isn't there at all—just the two of them, exploring the boundaries of power and desire in their artistic sanctuary.

Elora's eyes widen slightly at Rachel's touch, and she can't help but let out a muffled moan through the gag. Rach, you're making this a little too real. But I suppose that's what makes our art so... She swallows, her voice strained against the gag. So, intoxicating. Her voice is breathy, the sound of her breaths quickening. I'm all yours. Do with me as you wish, my enchantress. Just remember, I'm not just a captive, I'm also your muse. So, use me well and, just maybe, I'll behave. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, even as they water slightly from the pressure of the gag. Her body arches slightly, pushing against the cold bars of the cage as Rachel's fingers continue their tantalizing journey.

Rachel chuckles darkly, her eyes never leaving Elora's. Oh, I plan to, my sweet fae. But let's not forget, it's all in the name of art. Her touch lingers at Elora's ankles before she retreats, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
Rachel continues to swirl her index fingers around Elora's pussy, a slight judder from Elora with every touch. Rachel then takes one of the wands, and slowly as Elora gets wetter places the wand up her cunt and switches it on. The next step from Rachel is to close the back of the cage and Rachel then starts to add padlocks to keep the cage in place.

With the cage secured and Elora fully exposed, Rachel takes a step back, her eyes roving over her partner's bound form. Well, our fae is quite... responsive to her confinement. Her smirk deepens as she taps the glowing crystal of the wand against the cage bars. I think it's time we start the performance. But remember, Elora, you're not just a captive—you're the star of the show. Now, let's see if you can perform your escape without losing that... charming smile of yours. With a dramatic flourish, Rachel waves her hand over the cage, the locks clicking open one by one. Your stage awaits.

Elora takes a deep breath, the cool air of the room hitting her wet skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Oh, Rachel, you're truly the master of suspense. Her eyes dance with mirth as she shimmies her way out of the cage, the handcuffs still dangling from her wrists. I'll just need to...she gestures to the handcuffs with a playful pout...be unlocked. Unless, of course, you prefer me to perform my escape act like this. Her voice is muffled by the gag, but the challenge is clear.

Rachel's smile widens as she watches Elora's reactions. She pulls a small, sleek remote from her pocket, the button glowing a vibrant blue. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" Rachel teases, pressing the button. The wand nestled inside Elora's cage, already buzzing steadily, responds with an increased intensity. Elora's eyes widen and she lets out a muffled groan, drool escaping the corners of her mouth around the gag. Rachel laughs, the sound echoing off the walls. "Let's crank this up to eleven, shall we?" Rachel says her voice a seductive purr. She presses the button again, and the wand's vibrations become more intense, the buzzing sound growing louder. Elora's body jerks, and she tries to arch away from the sensation, only to be held in place by the cage bars. Rachel's eyes sparkle with mischief as she watches Elora's reaction. "Now, darling, if you want to escape, you'll have to do it with a little... extra motivation." Rachel leans in closer, her breath warm against Elora's ear. "And remember, this is all for our art."

Elora's eyes water more from the intense vibrations than the pressure of the gag now. She tries to form words, but they're lost in the incoherent sounds of pleasure that escape her. Rachel's voice, low and seductive, sends waves of heat through her body, making it difficult to think. She nods frantically, trying to convey that she understands Rachel's twisted little game. I'll...I'll do my best, Rach. *Her voice is a strained whine around the gag. * But remember, I'm not just a fae, I'm also...another muffled groan escapes her as Rachel hits the button again, the vibrations reaching a new peak. ...also, a performer. Elora's body tenses and she makes a valiant effort to push through the intense sensations, her muscles quivering with the effort.

Rachel laughs at Elora's determination, her own breathing becoming heavier as she watches her partner's reactions. That's the spirit, Elora. But let's not forget, a good performer knows when to improvise. She reaches into the cage and adjusts the wand slightly, changing the angle of the vibrations. Let's see if we can't coax out a little more of that wild magic of yours. The vibrations shift, now targeting Elora's clit directly. You're doing splendidly, darling. Just keep that in mind when you're... Rachel trails off as Elora's eyes roll back in her head, a high-pitched whine escaping from her gagged mouth. Ah, I see you're quite the quick study. I'm impressed. But the show must go on. Now, if you're going to escape, I suggest you do it before the next act starts. And remember, the audience loves a good... climax.

With Rachel's latest adjustment, Elora's body reacts violently. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against the bars of the cage. She bites down on the gag, her teeth sinking into the leather as a scream is muffled in her throat. Rachel, please...I... Her words are lost in a crescendo of pleasure as her orgasm crashes over her. Her entire body goes rigid, and Rachel can see the muscles in her neck and shoulders tighten with the effort to remain silent. I... I can't...Elora gasps out, her chest heaving. But for art... Another shiver runs through her as Rachel's words echo in her mind. I'll...I'll try. Her eyes are wild and desperate as Rachel continues to play with the vibrations, pushing her to the edge of sanity.

And though her body shudders with the vibrations rubbing on her clit, Elora starts to embrace the climax, letting herself become more wet as her butt moves around and then with that last shudder, the squirt from her cunt moves the wand away that allows her to slightly focus on the escape attempt. She finds the hidden lockpick and shakes her body to distract Rachel from what she is doing, Rachel wanders around the cage to see Elora writhe and wriggle and focuses on her ass.

Rachel's eyes narrow slightly as she watches Elora's performance. She knows that look—the one that says she's about to pull something clever. Rachel moves around the cage, her eyes never leaving Elora's body as she watches for any sign of an escape attempt. "You know, Elora," Rachel says, her voice a low purr, "I do enjoy watching you squirm. But I think it's time for the grand finale." Rachel presses the button on the remote again, and the vibrations intensify once more. "You've got one more chance to escape before I decide to keep you in there for the next performance," Rachel teases, leaning in close to whisper in Elora's ear. "And trust me, the audience will be more than thrilled with the encore."

Slowly Elora has unlocked the handcuffs and her wrists are free. The next step is the padlock on the collar to the cages neck restraint. But how to distract Rachel from what she plans to do. She shakes her ass some more, in a suggestive manner, seeing if Rachel is interested in playing with the tanned derriere of Elora.

Rachel's gaze flickers down to Elora's ass as it sways back and forth, the padlock jiggling slightly. She bites her bottom lip, considering the tempting offer. "Very well," Rachel says, her voice a little husky. She reaches into the cage, her hand sliding over Elora's skin to the base of the padlock. "Let's see if you can't find your way out of this predicament." Rachel's fingers dance around the lock, her touch lingering just long enough to make Elora's skin tingle before she pulls away. Rachel's eyes never leave Elora's face, watching for any sign of what she might do next. "But remember, my dear," Rachel says, her voice a seductive warning, "you're still on display. And the longer you take, the more I might decide to add to your little act."

Rachel's hand lingers outside the cage, her thumb idly stroking the wand's crystal, sending a pulse of vibration through the cage and into Elora's body.
Elora's eyes sparkle with a hint of triumph as Rachel's gaze is drawn to her ass. She takes a deep breath and begins to slowly, deliberately grind against the bars of the cage, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm. Oh, Rachel, you know I can't resist a good challenge. Her voice is breathy, the effort of maintaining her charade evident. But remember, I'm a creature of the fae. Magic is in my very nature. With a sly smile, she reaches up and runs her now-free hands along the bars, searching for the lock that will free her neck. If you're not careful, you might find yourself the one caught in the snare. Elora's movements become more urgent as she works the lock, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. Just remember, the best part of the performance is always the...Her words are cut off by a muffled cry as Rachel sends another pulse through the wand, but her eyes never leave Rachel's, filled with both challenge and desire.

With a final twist of her wrists, the padlock clicks open, and Elora pulls the gag from her mouth with a dramatic flourish. Ta-da! Her voice is filled with a mix of laughter and relief. I've escaped your clutches, my dear enchantress. Her eyes are gleaming with excitement as she looks at Rachel. But I must admit, I enjoyed every moment of it. We should explore these roles more often. They seem to bring out the... creativity in us. Her voice drops to a whisper. And who knows what other secrets we might uncover.

[Darkmagi521]

No idea why, but I really find Puppycage bondage interesting. The nake female form, constrained by the bars of the cage, the addition of cold steel handcuffs.