Bound and naked in a padded cage, a man eats from a dog bowl set before him as a clothed woman sits atop the cage and smiles.
My favorite thing about this picture is the grin on the woman’s face, along with the fact that she mostly seems professionally—not fetishistically—dressed. A close second is the obvious padding on the floor of this man’s cage, which tells me the artist recognizes the importance of such padding for longer-duration caging.
Eileen once bought me a cage for my birthday. After doing our research, we learned that for a 140-ish pound boy (i.e., me), a cage for a dog of about 60 to 70 pounds was sufficient. (I hope I remember my numbers correctly.) The cage was small, smaller than what is depicted here, but I could fit and curl up in, and it became a pleasant and safe space for me to rest at times. I miss it, and I do wish we’d had more chances to play with it, but I’ll cherish the memories of her smiling at me from beyond the bars for a long, long time.
(via littlemisterman)