Chapter 25: The Purple Princess

When I relate my experiences at being locked in a cage during my Personality Compatibility Test to Drax and Xara, there is a lot of discussion about how such a device could be introduced into our life. There’s no room for a cage inside the trailer home, and the outside area is too open. Xara and Drax come up with an idea, and I go weak at the knees when they explain it to me. Out goes my folding bed, and it is replaced with a long narrow cage with soft padded top. If I’m well behaved, I get to sleep on the padded top with only my collar clipped to the top of the cage. If I’m being punished, then I must crawl inside the cage and sleep on the thin rubber mat with my wrist and ankle cuffs chained to the top and bottom of the cage. The padded top is comfortable enough to get a good night’s sleep, but it takes me a while before I can sleep well inside the cage. Fortunately, I can usually avoid being made to sleep in the cage more than a couple of nights a week.

The threat of being locked in the cage is enough to make me redouble my efforts to please Mistress Xara. In turn, she increases the intensity of her regime of reward and punishment. Our sexual games move from being great to being mind-blowing incredible. Drax plays his part, but he always defers to Xara when it comes to controlling me.

During the day, Xara works as a casual labourer. Consequently her hours of work are irregular, and she has periods when she is working long hours, and others where she is at home more often. Even when Xara is at home, she never does any housework. That is my exclusive duty. Xara works me hard, and she demands my total obedience. I’m willing enough to comply with her wishes, but that doesn’t make it easy. Punishments for my failures are frequent, but I accept them without complaint. I hesitate to say that I love Xara, but my feelings towards her are stronger than I ever felt towards Michael. It’s only that Drax and Xara are married that holds me back from openly admitting my heartfelt love for her.

Our domestic life settles into a regular, albeit kinky, routine. External factors beyond our control periodically interfere with our lifestyle. To some extent that interference adds enough variety to my life to ensure I never get weary of being Xara’s slave.

The police have started targeting Red Dragon gang members, and Xara has been keeping clear of their gang house. After being stopped by police on some spurious pretext, Xara decides that we should both replace our red leather biker jackets with standard black ones. Neither of us can afford brand new jackets, so we spend one Saturday morning shopping for some second-hand ones. Xara easily finds several jackets that fit her, but there is only one which fits my taller, slimmer frame.

“It’s got a patch on the back, Mistress,” I say nervously.

“Hmm. Well at least it’s not a gang patch. I can’t see any biker gang calling themselves Purple Princess and wearing a flowery patch like that.”

The patch depicts the face of a young woman with purple flowers in her purple hair. The design is quite pretty, but I’m nervous about any form of patch on the back of my bike jacket.

“I think it suits you,” says Xara. “You should buy it.”