It had been nearly three months since Summer's boyfriend of nearly five years had dumped her. She was devastated when he confessed that her appetite for bondage was just too much for him to bear.
"Not going through that heartbreak again," Summer told herself as she stood at the door to the apartment hosting the BDSM singles party she heard about online. "I'm going to make sure my next guy shares my interests -- right from the start." Discarding her flip-flops at the door, Summer took a deep breath and entered the apartment, feeling a mix of apprehension, excitement, and hope.
Immediately upon entry, Summer's attention was drawn to a cage in the corner. She approached the enclosure and read the sign posted on the side of it:
DOMINANT TRAP: This device is designed to trap dominant partners for kinky relationships. It is just missing one thing - bait! Willing submissives are invited to enter the cage. The included gag and restraints are optional. Use the key fob to engage the electromagnetic lock. When you spot a dominant you're interested in, use the fob to open the lock so he or she can "take the bait!" Or, if you're really feeling adventurous, discard the key fob out of reach and remain locked up until a potential suitor unlocks you. Have fun!"
"Ooh, neat!," Summer remarked. Before she could think better of the idea, Summer climbed in and used the key fob to lock herself inside. She tightly buckled the bright red gag in place, imagining that she was accepting it at the command of a strong, handsome man. Next, she applied the included handcuffs to her wrists and ankles. Suddenly very exited by her predicament, Summer grabbed the key fob with her bare toes and flung it out of her cage with a quick kick, her only means of escape landing outside the cage and well beyond her reach.
Summer writhed about in the cage as guests came and went, far too excited by her self-inflicted predicament to pay any of the observers in the room much attention. She moaned in artificial despair, feigning an escape effort by playfully kicking and pressing on the cage's steel bars with her bare feet.
It was this inadvertent display of her soles that finally attracted the attention of a potential suitor. The man was perhaps 30 years old, standing more than 6 feet tall with jet-black hair and sparkling blue eyes. He collected Summer's key fob from the floor and approached her cage.
"I think you misplaced this," he said, dangling the key fob in front of Summer. Instead of unlocking the cage, he pocketed the key fob. "The electromagnetic lock is programmed to open when the party ends at midnight," he informed the pretty confined captive. "I'd love to take you for a night cap after the party so we could get to know each other. Nod if you consent."
Summer nodded so enthusiastically that her admirer thought she might hurt herself.
"Very well, see you in a few hours at midnight, then," the man replied. "Until then, keep your feet pressed up against the bars in front of you - the view pleases me."
As the man casually strolled away, Summer obediently propped her feet up against the cold steel bars. "Only three more hours to midnight," she thought, her underwear slowly beginning to moisten.
