Caged p. 7

Caged p. 7

I was just beginning to enjoy these flashes of panic spread across his face when I threw little challenges at him. I was surprised he put on the clothing and cage I had picked out, even more surprised when he began demonstrating his services without me asking, and now that he stripped down to panties and the apron, well he had me by the balls. Not for very long though, the floor is quite cold and I know that it is taking a bit of a toll on him as well as my last challenge, he will have to remember this recipe for another day. I can bet he will go home and write it down once we finish with our night, but who says I’m allowing him to go home? Of course, he always has the option he isn’t my submissive yet, only time will tell.

I laid out a casserole dish and three shallow dishes. I pulled a baking sheet with disks of eggplant from the cold oven. “Hope you are ready, we are making eggplant parm. Any allergies to anything you see here?” He glanced around the island and said softly, “I have very few allergies and everything here seems fine. Please continue.” I set the oven to 400F and began prepping. I moved the eggplant disks from the baking sheet and sprayed the sheet with a coconut oil spray. In the first shallow dish I poured a cup of flour, 2 tsp of salt, and 1/2 a tsp of black pepper, I whisked the ingredients together. The second dish I cracked 3 medium sized eggs and whisked them together. The last dish I added a cup of panko and a cup of Italian breadcrumbs and mixed them with a tsp of garlic powder. I didn’t say a word and neither did he, I could feel him watching every move I made. Next came the dredging, it worked like an assembly line. The first disk of eggplant was plopped into the flour mixture and coated both sides, it was then dropped into the eggs, and lastly into the breadcrumb mixture making sure both sides of the eggplant was coated. The disk was then laid on the baking sheet. This process repeated for each piece until the baking sheet was full. By this time the oven was preheated and the sheet went in for 10 minutes. I leaned with my back against the island and watched him intently. “Do you have it down?” I asked him curiously. “I think so Mistr..Sam. It seems simple and I’m sure it will be delicious.” I winked at him and pulled the casserole dish closer to me. I sprayed the dish with coconut oil and began spooning an unmarked jar of red sauce into the bottom of the dish, just enough to cover the bottom. The timer beeped and I pulled the eggplant out of the oven. I flipped each piece over and put it back in for another 10 minutes. “Sam, may I ask what the sauce is in the jar?” I picked up a clean spoon and dabbed it into the sauce and held it up to his mouth. He looked inquisitive and opened. “Mmmmm wow that’s amazing! So tangy and a bit tart. I wanted to be sure that it was marinara.” I smiled warmly “Salvador would never allow a store bought marinara in his establishment. He grows all of his tomatoes and cans the sauce so it can be stored easily. I’m sure with a little persuasion he would be willing to give you a jar.” He perked up at the idea and I could see the wheels turning. The oven beeped again and I pulled the eggplant back out. I scooped out 6 pieces of eggplant and laid them across the bottom of the casserole dish. I picked up a bowl of freshly shredded mozzarella and put a small heap on top of each piece. The next bowl was fresh basil chopped but not finely. I set a couple pieces on top of the mozzarella and then placed a disk of the cooked eggplant on top. Each sandwich was topped with more marinara sauce, grated parmesan and the rest of the basil. I picked up the casserole dish and placed it in the oven, setting the timer for 20 minutes.

I took off the apron and held my hand out to him. He looked at me quizzically. “Hand it over, it’s just you and me here.” He untied his apron and handed it to me. “Good, now have a seat in the chair at the table without the tablecloth. We have a little time to test out a few things.” I picked up a clean dishtowel and walked over to him. “Knees together, cage up, and sit on your hands please.” He obeyed quickly, I watched his chest heave as his breath quickened as well. I straddled his lap and moved right up against his cage. He held his breath, I looked down to see his cock bulge against the steel. I smirked and held the dish towel up making it into a blindfold. I placed it over his eyes and reached around him to secure it, my breasts pressed against his bare chest, his cage rubbing against my covered clit…

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