<strong>In the cage room with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe and Starshine</strong><br/><br/>I don’t remember having a steady boyfriend, and I’m not sure why I started thinking this as the blond haired woman inserted one of her long slender fingers into my slippery sex.  I was hard to remember the past, and confusing that I was trying to as she explained the rules and somehow that made it into a little game inside of my head.<br/><br/><em>"But with a few rules. You warn me before you orgasm, and as soon as you cum you turn right back to face me."</em><br/><br/>It was a strange, warm wave of humiliation that swept over me as my mind focused upon the single finger that was slow sawing inside of my wet cunt.  It stirred a small fire inside of my stomach, and curled the tips of my toes within the bondage of pet looking feet that nudged and rattled the cage that dented the curves of my bottom as I pushed enthusiastically against it.<br/><br/>It wasn’t as slow a build up as I had thought, my mind focused on the picture of simmering pot as the dial slow cranked the licking flame beneath.  I felt the rush of blood against my cheeks as a soft whimper escaped my lips, and followed into further pleading and mindless sounds as random thoughts a desires bubbled inside of my brain.<br/><br/>I tried to keep my thoughts organised, knowing that I was supposed to announce when I was close, but I struggled with the concept of knowing how close I really was, or how close I could go before shouting it out.  I could feel myself clenching down on it, that single humiliating digit, making it feel bigger, thicker as it ground lewd to and fro motions inside of me producing increasingly shameful wet noises.<br/><br/>I was panting in the small space that I had wedged my face into in attempt to see behind me and poured hot sweet smelling air backward.  I pushed my paws against the opposing side of the cage and stretched myself firmly until I crushed the bars against my backside receiving a sharp prick of pain as my tail crushed comfortably more sideways then it had been.<br/><br/>“I’m close!”<br/><br/>The echo within my cage left me almost confused to where the sound had begun until the soreness of my throat from my pitched cry made itself evident. I was so close that my hips were shaking, right down to my paws as I struggled to keep myself in position without a thought of what it would look like if another person wandered into the room.