The Trunk and the Cage

PART 0 – PRE-AMBLE

“The Trunk and The Cage” is a narrative re-telling of a real world, multi-day sex, kink, fetish, and BDSM event that occurred in Seattle, Washington in late Spring 2010.  There were three primary participants:  three Dominants and one Submissive, as well as additional anonymous participants at “parties” that occurred over the multi day period.  Up until now, friends and family who I’ve told about this “crazy date” have used what I used to call it “the week I got locked in a dog cage.”  It was so much more.

The concept for this multi-day event had been designed, developed, and planned by the Dominants, who had met each other because the primary Dominant who had dated both at different times and after those relationships had all ended, continued to remain connected as friends, especially because of their shared passion for BDSM.  The shared a fantasy of making an event like they had storyboarded come to life.

Near the end of the six-month design phase for the event, the primary Dominant (Jason referred to as Ethan in the story to avoid confusion) met me (Jason) and went on a series of casual dates.

“Ethan” ultimately identified Jason as the ideal person to become the Submissive for the event and the Dominants then spent about a month preparing for it until finally pitching the idea to me on a casual afternoon.  Once I agreed I would do it and was interested, the event immediately commenced. 

Nearly 6 full days and nights I spent as the Submissive to three Dominants, and many party guests.  I was blindfolded almost the entire time. 

There were no condoms used, no names exchanged except between the Dominants and the Submissive (who was only referred to as Boy).  I knew nothing about the planning for this, that I was identified as the target Submissive, or that this would occur at all until the afternoon at Ethan's house.

Enjoy.  If I were ever able to make this happen again, I’d do it in a second and sell the experience for a lot of money!

DISCLAIMER:  This story is a first-person account written by a participant of a very extreme example of BDSM.  The events and its Dominant organizers and facilitators maintained, in connection with the Submissive, all tenets of the BDSM fundamental tenants – including ensuring consent of all parties as well as use of things like safewords.  Consent discussions occurred prior to the event among the Dominants as well as with the Submissive after he agreed to participate to ensure complete understanding of limits and restrictions on activities.

SORROWFUL AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is my 1st person account of a set of events and one core event in which I was a primary participant.  I think I’ve done a good job at being correct, truthful, and honest, and told the story to the best of my ability in a way that reflects those days in 2010.  One week after the core event concluded, Jason (Ethan in the story), Jacob, Alex and myself went to dinner to debrief on the experience and make sure we were in a positive space with each other.  There was no reason to feel otherwise.  We all were happy and hugged as I departed the house at the end of the 6 days

We had a wonderful dinner.  I learned that this all came about because Jason had dated Jacob for a while, who had long ago dated Alex – this is how they one day accidentally came together and started talking about this idea.  They were all huge BDSM fans and had the skills, money, and organizing skills to pull of something like this. 

At the dinner, we all had such amazing smiles on our face, we were laughing, and smiling, they told me some of the things that hadn’t quite gone to their plan – like the piss party which was intended to be invite only, but turned out to be a little bit of a free-for-all. 

I don’t know who said it, but as four intelligent thoughtful introspective gay men sat around a table, someone asked “so, did we learn anything?”  I remember responding almost instinctively and saying “I need more time to process that.  I learned that when you can’t see, a lot can go on in your head.  I built trust with you guys.  It’s deeper than that, but I can’t talk about it right now cuz I don’t have the words.” 

I’m sad I responded that way because I think I mentally shut down thinking about the event ever again in a deeper way, until writing this. 

I wish I could call Jason, Jacob, and Alex and talk to them so many years later about what they remember, share with them what I’ve written, and reconnect.

Sadly, 4 months after that dinner, Jason committed suicide.  Underlying the suicide was the tragic and unexpected death of both his mother and father and his untreated depression and other undiagnosed but compounding mental challenges.  He was a kind, funny, brilliant, compassionate, multi-faceted sex pig who in that area of life alone, was confidant.  He knew his kinks and sexuality were outside of the “norm” and he embraced it and showcased it with pride.  I didn’t know until after he died that when I went out with him on that date, my friends were all like “this is either gonna be a match made in heaven, or there gonna kill each other with dildos.”  I’m gonna go with heaven.

Also sadly, about 2 years after that dinner, Jacob died in a car accident caused by a drunk driver.  The day I found this out was the last time I spoke to Alex when he called me to tell me.  He was never a social media person even in those early days.  I've searched for him a few times online and have never found him.

So, this story will remain mine to tell, and as much as writing this down has given me joy, it reminds me of the loss of three people with whom I share a unique experience .

For years I have jokingly talked about this experience as a “crazy date” and “the week I got locked in a dog cage” with friends gay straight etc and in and out of the gay-sex-kink-fetish community.  Some of my straight friends will say sometimes when referring to a bad experience “at least you didn’t get locked in a dog cage.”  In writing this, I recognized how much I had suppressed many things about the actual experience.

I think I have some unaddressed trauma over the loss of two of the three people, and the disappearance and disconnection from the third which occurred shortly thereafter.

I’m choosing to tell the story and what that experience taught me and do so in a narrative fashion.  I am thankful for Jason, Jacob, and Alex for their thoughtfulness creating this experience and selecting me and for me saying "yes".  I'm thankful for the ability to learn, even from sexual charged experiences...  I'm thankful they made me feel and kept me safe, giving me the ability to experience things in a different way than I had ever in the past sexually.

This is for you, appropriately posted on a site called “Breeding Zone” which seems incredibly fitting – on the edge of sexuality, pushing boundaries, having fun, and always making sure the submissive bottom gets “many many many many loads.”

Writing Approach:

This is meant to be a narrative telling of an amazing multi-day sexual Dom/Sub sexual experience.  It is meant to be erotic, with the undertones of a pretty significant moment of emotional development for me as well.  I have spent time writing detailed specifics of what was a highly sexual, kinky, and elaborate number of days and hopefully I’ve done well – I got hard many times reading it, I hope you do too.

This event took place 15 years ago and my memory is not perfect, so:

1. Use of “best memory” – I’m using the “best memory” standard as the supporting details for this writing.  When there is salient detail that I don’t remember, I will indicate in the writing “I don’t remember” or “I don’t know” versus making things up.
2. Details to support sexual narrative -- Additional estimated details to make it sexier – no one measured anyone’s dicks, I don’t know people’s exact heights/weights, etc. but details like this can add to the character descriptions.  When needed, I’ve made by best guess and included in the story.  They are not intended or supposed to be exaggerated in any way.
3. Other participants – the only people I know are Jason (Ethan), Jacob, and Alex.  I do not know or have any guesses as to who any of the “party” participants were.  I was blindfolded nearly all of the time, during two of the parties I had a mask on when I could partially see, and during the watersports party I had on dark sunglasses
4. Dialog – to the best of my memory, much of what is written as dialog in the story is similar to what the various conversations through the days.  It would be impossible for me to remember these conversations exactly.  I've done my best to write the dialog as I remember it but have used license to make the dialog flow while preserving the intent of the conversation.  I've tried to uphold the following:

• The intent of the conversations and what led to them and came after them
• Any physical interaction that occurred that was remarkable - I don't include it all in the story but there were some notable moments I do include
• The style and tone of speaking for each person
• The frequent repetitive things I heard - the commands I was given ("Boy, Down" e.g.), that I ways always referred to as "Boy," that I referred to Ethan as "Sir" and Jacob was sometimes "Sir" or "Jacob" and Alex was always "Sir" - I'm not sure why.

1. Descriptions of Physical Environment – Because I was blindfolded the majority of the time, it’s impossible for me to say exactly how things looked or were positioned.  I know what the layout of the floor of the house looked like and where furniture and other items were.  For the “events” I was often led around if there were changes made to the house and told what had changed.  But I never saw it.  For the purposes of the story, I wrote based on my other senses and the descriptions given to me during walkthroughs.

About the sensory experience

One of the things that came back to me writing this was that one of the key “themes” of this entire experience was sensory deprivation – which is part of the BDSM kinks.  My Dominant’s chose vision as my lost sense – and for the vast majority of the time, I was blindfolded and even when the blindfold was removed, I was often faced towards a wall or corner and not allowed to look around.

The first 4-5 hours of this were very difficult.  It caused some of the early anxiousness I felt.  I noticed, after Jason told me to pay attention to the smell of the Dominants, and focused in his verbal on the shape and taste of their dicks, and what sounds I heard through the house that I started to pay more attention to those things.  I had been stressed about not being able to see so wasn’t paying as much attention to the other senses, but when I let go of not having sight, I suddenly started to zero in on smell, sound, and touch and they became key factors to me recognizing space, and people, and distinguishing these things from unfamiliar things.

It has been said that visually impaired/blind people often have much much greater than average hearing because the body and brain compensate for the loss of one sense by amplifying another.  This was my experience.

Last, as I down to write this, the memories were profoundly vivid.  Much more so than other memories I have from that timeframe.  I tested this by looking at photos from that timeframe and trying to recreate a moment.  I believe this is because the memories are based on other senses without sight.  Even today, I can see “Jason’s smell” in my mind and it brings it back to me somewhat.  I can see what the cage must have looked like simply based on me touching it, though I never saw it.

A couple other things

1.      The Dominants and the Submissive had multiple conversations about confidentiality, given the nature of the event, their professional careers, and a desire to ensure it felt safe in that regard.  There was one major issue on the first night that occurred, and two very minor issues on subsequent nights.  None were the fault of the Dominants or the Submissive.  The night one issue was corrected for subsequent nights, and I have no believe to believe any identities were ever shared or known.

2.      There is one chapter that in which significant creative license was taken to make the experience reflect what the Dominants and Submissives would conclude after the event was over.  When we met after the event, we all acknowledged various “ah-ha” moments, emotions we felt at various times that were similar, and things we ultimately learned throughout the course of the event.  None of this was discussed during the course of the event.  In the chapter “INTERLUDE” – the conversation outlined did take place, but with a far less compassionate/caring tone and much more dominant, cold tone.  Also, the recognition of the Submissives observations were not validated in any way at that time.  Speaking post event, however, both the Primary Dominant and I agreed that our feelings at that moment were as I’ve written, but we were in roll and not revealing them to each other.  I think we saw it in each other’s eyes when speaking during my brief moments with out the blindfold, but we never spoke that way.   I included it in this early stage of the writing because it helps to explain subsequent moments which are clearer with the “key learnings” we’d reach in the end, brought in to the story itself.