"Master, I would want to see my slave sleeping in a big dog cage, big enough to curl up in but not stretch all the way out, with no blankets or pillows so I can see her sexy body, just a fluffy dog bed to lie on."
"As you wish," Chandler says with a sly grin. "You are now in a big dog cage in my bedroom, exactly as you described it."
The world shifts and twists around you, and with a lurch you find yourself kneeling on something fluffy. You see the cage around you, like in your fantasies, just a touch to small to be comfortable for sitting in, and small enough that you'll have to curl up to go to sleep. Chandler isn't in the room yet so you try to open the cage, but of course, your slave wouldn't be able to escape, they'd need their master to let them out, and sure enough, there is a flat metal panel obscuring the locking mechanism, and you assume you wouldn't be able to open it from this side. You kick at the cage door anyway, as Chandler enters the bedroom.
Chandler's dick is still hard as he comes to stand over you. Kicking the cage door is hurting your feet more than the sturdy cage, and you realize the position you're in is showing off your erection, and probably your hole too, so you shift into a cross-legged position. You still can't hide your boner from Chandler, so it'll have to do.
"I'm going to get out of this collar somehow, master," you say, voice and body language strong and defiant, even as your new teen twink voice, high pitched, undercuts your firm tone, and you sitting in a cage while Chandler stands strong and proud above you undercuts your body language. You realize even this is part of your fantasy, getting to have a slave who doesn't want to be with you but knowing she has no choice. The fight goes out of you and you slump backwards to rest against the cold metal cage.
"You look sexy as fuck in there," Chandler says. "I think I've got some Valentines' Day plans for you. For now, have a good night."
"Thank you, master, you bastard."
Chandler brushes his teeth and uses the bathroom while you sulk in your cage, then he turns off the lights and hops in bed. Sitting alone and miserable in your cage, you can hear Chandler jerking off. You want to scream at him, vent your frustrations, but the idea of jerking off takes root in your brain, and before you know it, you're beating yourself off, stroking your big dick. It feels good to have a big cock, and on balance, it's not too bad feeling smooth down there either. You picture yourself fucking the hot gas station attendant you've had your eyes on, and in your mind she's the one on the spanking bench, with a bright red ass from the spanking you've given her, but right as you near your climax, memories of being fucked to orgasm invade your mind, and the feel and sound of Chandler's thick, muscled body smacking loudly into your ass as he took your anal virginity, and then you cum.
Disgusted with yourself, you realize there's nothing to wipe your cum off with, so you curl up with your cum cooling and drying on your abs. Your dick is still hard.
In the morning, Chandler gets up first, waking you by tapping on the cage. "Good morning slave. Blowjobs are customary on Valentines' Day, so describe your kinkiest blowjob fantasy to me."