Carrie Caged

The cold steel bars of the cage. So unyielding, unforgiving and yet they also feel protective. This is day 20 in the cage. It feels so much smaller than when I went in. Worse yet is not knowing when or I suppose at this point, if I will ever get out. Water is not a problem, but food is. I was lucky in that respect, I guess. Wait let me go back to the beginning so you can better understand.

My name is Carrie. I’m 28 years old and have been told by people that I am good looking. I think I have many flaws but then again don’t we all. I have had the fetish of being caged since I was in grade school when friends locked me in a dog carrier. Nothing sexual back then but the fun of being in the cage set in my mind back then. Later in high school, I found myself locked in a stand-up locker and decided I really liked that as well. Not that I would ever admit that to anyone.

Finally, when I was 20, I had a boyfriend that was willing to buy a real dog cage for me and keep me in it for hours at a time. While the BDSM play with him was fun the rest of the relationship sucked, and we went separate ways. Soon after I found out about self-bondage.

I love being in tight ropes, chains or even leather cuffs but what really gets me going is being helplessly locked in a cage. I never thought I would be able to follow that dream as what I wanted cost much more than I could afford. Then I got very lucky indeed. At the office Christmas party a few years ago, the manager handed out lottery tickets. I won a modest $20m and quietly quit a year later, never telling anyone there I won.

I moved to a more secluded area out in Colorado with a lot of property and no neighbors and began to outfit dungeon in the basement. This one was designed for self-indulgence.  It included three different cages. I also researched how to set up magnet locks and use computers to control the timers. I have spent a lot of time down here, as you might imagine.

The thing is. I like to push the boundaries. See how much longer I can stay in bondage or lock in one of my cages. I should mention though, I am a very active person. I run daily, hike a lot, have a bike that I use to explore with and in general don’t sit around for very long. So being in a cage is a double edge sword for me. On the one side I love the confined space and protection it provides, but I also want out after a few hours so I can move around and do things. It’s almost never that I get bored, I do sometimes, but more that I get antsy and need to move more than my bondage allows.

My smallest cage is shaped like a bird cage. It even has a ring on the top and can be suspended. I have set up a computer to activate a winch system to lift me up, so I am suspended high in the air. The key to my release is on the floor so I can’t get out until the cage goes back down. I can do about an hour sometime a little longer before I really want out. I usually set the timer for two hours.

The second cage is more of a cell or cubby. It is just big enough for me to stand in and the front gate closes trapping me inside the wall. To make it really interesting I will go in facing the back wall and then not be able to see out until I am released. I can tolerate this one for a few hours and have pushed myself to stay in it for a full 8 hours once. I decided that was too long though. Which of course is why next time I will likely do a full day. Sleeping while standing might be interesting.

The last cage is my long-term cage. It is in the basement also, but in a different room. This room is all white. The door to the room has its own lock and I can be locked inside if I choose. The cage itself is big enough for me to stand and move around in. It has a prison style toilet/sink in the cage, and I keep sealed containers of dry dog food within reach of the cage.

This brings us to how I get myself stuck in here. I decided to push for a bit longer session. I start by programming the computer to keep me locked for a random time. I set the minimum time at 3 days and the max time at 7 days. I have done longer but this would work nicely with having me out in time to go to a concert I wanted to attend.

The way it works is like this. I set up the parameters in the computer in the outer room. Then I go in the cage room and close the door. A large flat screen TV comes to life and displays the follow message: Outside Door: LOCKED. The door will only open after the program finishes running. But to start the program I have to be in the cage and pull the cage door closed. I probably could cheat it if I really wanted to but what’s the fun in that? I step into the cage and pull the door closed. The screen displays a new message. Cage: LOCKED.

I wait for a few minutes for the next messages. Elapsed time: 000.00.01.45 and counting up. This indicates Days, hours, minutes and seconds since I closed the door. A minute later the next message appears. Time Remaining: HIDDEN. I had the option to display the time or hide it from myself. I almost always hide it. Finally, the last message showed up. Random Time Event: 3 days to 700 days.

I stared at the screen for several minutes before the reality of the message sank in. I looked at the containers of dry dog food. I always keep a lot down here. Not because I wanted to have a lot available but because it was easier to buy in bulk and just store it. I use dry dog food to make my stay less enjoyable. It also lasts a very long time. I tried to estimate how long it might last but my best guesses were well short of a year. That’s assuming it didn’t get overly sick from malnutrition. Dog food is okay for a few days at best.

I looked at the screen again and reread the 700 days. This time I screamed. After I got the scream out, I fell down and cried. No one knew I was here. No one ever visited. I had a lawn guy that took care of everything outside and got paid via auto payments. All of my bills were autopay. I joke with someone once that if I died, they might not notice for several years.

I decided to take a more optimistic approach to being stuck in here. First, I reasoned that I had the same chance of getting out in three days as 700. Very low odds for either actually. The best guess was a bell curve with the actual number closer to the middle. In reality, this would not be true but in practice random numbers seldom hit the edges. I had time to inventory the food supplies more carefully and decided that if I was very careful, I could make it last a year. Or around the halfway point. It would mean being hungry a lot of the time and I would lose a lot of weight, but I would still be alive. Assuming I lasted long enough for the computer to unlock the door.

I am allowing myself a quarter bowl each day and all the water I can drink. The days are boring, and I sleep as much as I can, but I find that you can only sleep so much. I watched the screen. Elapsed Time: 020.13.25.18 and counting.

Author’s note: For those into self-bondage, the fantasy of making a mistake and being trapped forever can be fun. I real life though, this leads to nasty consequences. If you indulge in this play, be safe and always have a back-up plan.
As for Carrie, I leave her fate to your imagination.