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Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. I heard him turn on the water in the kitchen. He came back into the room and set something down in front of me and said, "Boy, what other things might I have in my house that would be Submissive to me?" "Sir, I don't understand what you are talking about." “You’re by Submissive. What else might live in a house that would be Submissive to me in some way? I paused for a bit. This was my first foray into the Dom/Sub world at this depth, so I wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Up to this point, any Dom/Sub play was simply the top taking control, telling the bottom what to do, and otherwise was just a normal fuck session. Now, I was already well past that point. Blindfolded, geared up, restrained, a ball gag still resting on my chin… "Are you talking about a pet…well, a dog…Sir?" "Good job, Boy. A pet and a pet that can learn…exactly like a dog. A pet is submissive to his owner…his alpha. He is trainable and learns commands. He obeys those commands without question. Doesn't that sound a lot like what you were told your job was, Boy?" "Yes, sir, it does." "I'm glad you think so because you're going to receive a lot of the same treatment as a pet might and that starts now. Right in front of you is a clean pet bowl filled with water. When you need to drink some water, you will drink out of this bowl while on your hands and knees. You can only use your mouth, not your hands, to get the water. I'll make sure there is always fresh water in the dish and that you have access to it whenever you need it. If you understand, Boy, you can drink some water." "Thank you, Sir." I couldn't exactly figure out how to position myself. My hands were still chained behind my back so I couldn’t use them to position myself. I lifted my head up and inched forward until I was above the bowl, something I only knew by lowering my head until I finally touched the bowl. Without the blindfold, this would have been easier. I’ve watched dogs drink out of bowls, so I began to do what they do. Lap up the water with my tongue. I then realized if I put both my lips into the water I could suck the water up. The odd body position of using my abdominal muscles to hold up my body to drink the water without my hands for some reason made me more aware of the butt plug in my hole. It was at that moment that Ethan, while I drank water from a dog bowl, Ethan began doing to me something I still do to myself to this day. He began fucking me with the butt plug. Fucking yourself with a butt plug is different than a dildo, because there is a notably wider base on butt plugs and the opportunity for your hole to close once past it. In and out, over and over, my hole would pass the widest part and close around the base, then Ethan would pull it back out forcing me to stretch my hole again. I had stopped drinking water at this point, and my face was back on the ground. I continued moaning as Ethan worked my hole. "Your hole looks great, Boy. Before we go further though, I want you to feel something else in there. I want you to try to remember what it feels like for the rest of our time here. Pay special attention to how it feels compared to the butt plug and also try to think about how it feels different from anything else that might end up inside you.” I assume he had taken off his jeans when he was in the kitchen because the next thing I knew I could feel the tip of his dick rubbing over my hole up and down repeatedly. He was going to fuck me and I wanted it. "Please give your dick, Sir." He smacked my ass harder than he had my face and said, "Boy, don't speak unless spoken to. I didn't ask you a question." He then shoved his dick in, as always, firmly and aggressively all the way down to the base in about a 10 second stroke. His timing and technique continued to be perfect. I moaned from the feeling of having his dick all the way in and my hole stretching around the base of his dick. He began fucking me in a perfect medium speed, each time all the way in and almost all the way out. "Boy, are you going to remember how my dick feels? How my dick specifically feels?" "I'll try to, Sir! It feels amazing Sir. Thank you, Sir.” He pulled out, smacked my ass again, reached through my legs, pulled on my balls, and said "Stand up, Boy. I'm going to show you where you will be….relaxing…for the next few.........well, for a while." I stood up, and said "Yes, sir" as he grabbed the chain between my arms and started to push me across the room. He unfastened the chain so my arms could move freely. "Boy, reach down in front of you until you touch something." "Yes, sir." I carefully continued bending down lower until my hand touched something. It was metal, it felt like...fencing? I moved my hand around a bit more, felt the square corners and a bit of the sides and then realized what I was touching. A dog cage.

Author's Note: Part 4 will be posted on 12/28/2025 as well. Also, if you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Ethan walked back to the Trunk to gather some additional items, but I couldn't tell by the sounds what was being gathered. There were so many things in the Trunk that could be used, really at any time. And because I had no idea what this play session would include or how long it would last, there was no point in trying to guess. "Boy, get on your feet and spread your legs shoulder width apart once you're standing." "Yes, sir." I tried to say, but the ball gag made it sound like an unintelligible grunt. He pulled the ball gag out of my mouth and rested the ball on my chin. “Yes, sir!” I repeated. He grabbed my dick and my balls with just one hand; a reminder of his physical size compared to mine. He pulled on both firmly and then began switching on pulling on my balls and dick separately for a minute or so. I now knew what he was gathering from the Trunk. He grabbed my dick and balls again and with his other hand, wrapped what felt like a thick silicone cock ring over my dick and around my balls, pulling both through the cock ring. He continued to adjust the cock ring until it was as far down on my shaft as possible. I had expected that to be all the gear going around my dick and balls. Ethan got down on his knees and pulled on my balls, stretching my balls away from my body. He placed one part of what felt like a metal ball stretcher around my ball sack between my dick and my balls and snapped the other piece in place to complete the ring. He seemed to use some tool to fully attach the two, so the ball stretcher would not be coming off All this time I'm gently moaning, loving every minute of it, my dick is semi hard but sort of pulsing. There’s so much happening to my body that I don’t think my dick knew what to do. I was incredibly horny and felt that sense of anticipation when everything that happened ended up surprising you. He started slapping my dick and my balls, over and over, gently at first but increasing in intensity. From the top, from the bottom, from the left, from the right. He yanks on both my dick and balls every once in a while, but uses two hands now, likely because of the stretcher on my balls. "You like how that feels, Boy? You're starting to shape up as my Submissive." "It feels fucking amazing, Sir. I wish I could see." "Don't worry, Boy, you'll get a chance to see everything at some point." I can tell my dick is completely hard now only because every time he slaps it, it bounces around a bit like only a completely hard dick would. He walks around to my backside and picks something up off the floor and starts to place it over my head. It was a harness. I owned three harnesses but rarely used them because, for some reason, putting on a harness confuses the hell out of me. I loved the fact I was getting to wear one. Ethan had the harness on me, tightened and adjusted in seconds. "Fuck Boy, I forgot something." He walked back to the trunk. He then reached underneath the harness straps and attached nipple clamps to both of my nipples. I could feel a metal chain connect them. He continued to adjust the tightness of the claps, pulling on the chain to try to get them to come off my nipples and adjusting them tighter each time until he could pull on the chain to his satisfaction, but without the clips coming off. This process kept me jerking involuntarily when the intense sensations occurred every time a nipple clamp would come off. I would let out a yelp and my body would tense. "How's that feeling, Boy? Those are probably going to get tighter so enjoy this while it lasts." "Thank you, Sir, it feels great." He got on his knees behind me and attached a thick leather cuff to each of my ankles. “Stand with your feet shoulder with apart, Boy!” “Yes, sir.” The clang of metal chains was easily identifiable, and I could tell he was attaching the chain to the cuffs and connecting the cuffs to each other. When he stood up, I tried to move my foot and sure enough, they were not going any further than shoulder width. He then attached similar but smaller cuffs to my wrists and connected them with a similar chain. Hanging from the middle of that chain was another chain. I could feel the weight of the chains on my arms. "Boy, are you ready for the good part? It's time to get you really prepared for the rest of our time together." He unclipped one of my wrists from the chain then brought my hands behind my back and reattached the chain between my wrists. "I'm ready, Sir." “Get down on your knees then bend forward until your face is on the floor. Then pull those ass cheeks apart and present your hole to me!” “Yes, sir!” I got down on my knees then slowly bent forward until my face touched the ground, then turned my head to the side and rested my cheek on the wood floor. It’s harder to bend over like this with your hands behind your back. I spread my cheeks apart as far as I could, given the limitations of the chain and the restraints. “Here is my hole, Sir!” “It’s my hole, Boy. It doesn’t belong to you anymore. Do you understand, Boy?” “Yes, sir! Here is your hole, sir!” “Good Boy.” I heard the sound of lube being pumped out of the XL size buckets you can buy – at least I assumed it was lube. I found out immediately when he rubbed the lube all over my hole, gently fingering some in as well. He continued to finger me until four of his fingers where inside of me. I was moaning constantly while he worked my hole. I could tell that my hole was loosening up and responding to the fingering. “Thank you, sir! Please open my hole up!” I felt a little bit lightheaded and like I was floating and spinning. Being blindfolded completely messes with the senses that orient you to your environment. I also noticed how I was far more sensitive to the sounds around me, and specifically the chains clanging every time I moved. Ethan pulled his fingers out and had an idea what was coming next. My hole was contracting and releasing all on its own. My hole was hungry… "Boy, do you want some water before we continue? I want to keep you hydrated." "Yes sir, may I have some water sir?" Before getting up and going to get the water, I felt Ethan position the tip of some type of toy against my hole. In one firm and aggressive motion, he inserted the toy all the way in to its base. It was a small to medium size buttplug and was now locked into my hole. Ethan had selected something that would be challenging, but also not hurt or overwhelm me or risk me wanting to stop. He was clearly making sure I could go the distance. "Stay here and don’t move, Boy, I'll get you some water." (To be continued…)