Twenty-seven year old Emma, a former foster child, had been into self bondage since she was a child. She had gotten her first set of cuffs from a friend in her last home. Emma had pale blonde hair and pale skin. Emma was always seen wearing her favorite leather jacket.
One day, Emma was searching the net, searching for info on where she'd come from, when she clicked onto a site that showed a girl locked in a small cage. Emma felt her sex moisten and lowered her hand to her lips. She suddenly pulled away, and without thinking, she ordered herself a cage, big enough for her to sit in, but with no room to turn around in.
A week after ordering the cage, which was her. Twenty-eighth birthday, Emma came home from shopping to a package at her door. She rushed the thing inside and opened the box. Emma spent the evening putting the small cage together. After the cage was put together, Emma sat inside to test it. It was big enough to where she could fit in, but she could barely even move. This was perfect. Emma took a combination lock that she had and held it in her hands as she thought. Before making her decision, she called her best friend Lily and told her of her idea.
Emma grabbed a chastity belt from her box and locked it onto her, forcing her lips apart. She then took a pair of ankle cuffs and hooked out then on her ankles, locking them on. She did the same with the wrist cuffs. Emma grabbed the combo lock and scooted into her new cage and sat down. She closed the door of the cage and put the combo lock onto it. Emma had hooked her nutrient bag up to a once a day feeder before having started, so she was good on food. Emma took the penis gag, being her favorite gag, and strapped it tightly into her mouth, effectively gagging herself. The gag had a special lock on it that she couldn't see. Emma couldn't even squeak. She took the short chains that came with the cage and locked her feet to a pole in front of her. She took the chain behind her and locked her wrists together behind her. Emma struggled for a bit. She was never getting out of this and she knew. Emma closes her eyes and imagined her ex, Neil having been the one to do this to her.
Emma had fallen asleep six hours into being bound in her cage. She woke with a start when she heard a knock. Oh Fuck. Emma struggled with her bonds, hoping the person would go away. Emma heard the door open and heard a scream. A child's scream. Emma struggled even more. The child came round front and tried to open the cage. He saw the combo lock and looked at Emma questioningly. Emma, with her fingers, signed the numbers 5, 21, 19. The young boy nodded and tried those numbers, unlocking the cage. He opened it and grabbed the keys that were on the table. He tried them on Emma's feet, unlocking her feet from the cage. He tried the other keys locking Emma's hands to the cage. They unhooked and Emma stretched her arms. She bent down to let the ten year old ungag her.
When the gag was out, Emma thanked the child. She gave him a cup of cocoa with cinnamon.
Emma got the kids name, finding out that his name was Henry. She packed her stuff up in her car and drove him home. She didn't want to leave her cage out so she put it in the back of her yellow bug.
When they got to Henry's house, she met his adoptive mother and instantly felt a pull toward her.
Emma stated in town for a while, and eventually roomed with Henry's teacher, Mary Margerat.
Emma was unpacking her things, putting her items in drawers. She grabbed the mysterious (Her cage) box and set the cage up in her room. To hide that it was a cage, She made it into a stool. The cage was a stool type cage, so she decided to put her junk in the bottom of the cage. Emma put her blanket on her bed and went out for hot chocolate with her new roomie.
"Emma?" Mary asked as Emma sat down at the table. "Do you think it's a good idea to keep that cage in your room?"
Emma spit out a bit of her cocoa.
"How'd you know what that was?" She asked shocked.
"Henry told me about how he caught you a few months ago."
"Of course he did." Emma wasnt surprised.
"So he thinks I'm the daughter of a storybook character, Mary Margerat."
"Which one?"
"Snow white."
"The one with the bad Apple?"
"Yeah. You wanna know who he thinks is Snow?"
"Who?"
"You. He thinks I'm your child."
Mary bit her lip. She decided to go look at the book again. Henry had left it here for Emma to look at.
She opened the page to Snow white arguing with the Evil Queen. She looked at the picture. It was then that she saw it.
"Oh my God. Henry is right, Emma."