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Author's Note: Part 7 will be posted on 12/29/2025 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. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! It’s hard to describe but having had the blindfold on for as long as I had at this point, whether I had my eyes open or not, I just saw this black expanse. The longer I was blindfolded, the more my brain seemed to try and make sense of my experience by creating images that I could only see in my mind. I know this sounds crazy. So HOLY SHIT! seemed to be floating around in the black. Each different version of those words was in a different color, design or font. Each represented, in a way that made sense to me, emotions I was feeling: shock, surprise, anxiousness, devious excitement, lust, desire, longing… I know it sounds crazy, but I could see the words floating around, in different colors and fonts, representing my emotions – in my mind. Perhaps this was something that happens when you’re deprived of your vision for extended periods of time. I did not know. Here is a shitty rendering from ChatGPT - it looked nothing like this but you get the point... I had a moment of ... not panic, but a combination of racing thoughts, physical overstimulation and feeling out of control. I needed to pump the breaks. HOLY SHIT! I took some breaths, tried to quiet things, and used a coaching technique from cycling which was to focus on a “single point of light” letting everything else move to the periphery. Again, crazy as it sounds, in my mind, I moved all the “HOLY SHIT!” chaos to the side and ahead of me in the black was that single point of light. Why was I causing me to have so many different feelings right now? I needed to break it down mentally. What did I know to be true? What concerned me? What didn’t I know? How would I check in with myself moving forward for however long this lasted? I knew that Ethan was a good person, a colleague, a friend. There had been no yellow flags, red flags, or signals of any kind that caused apprehension. Check. We had discussed our limits and non-negotiables and agreed to respect them without question. He had made clear his commitments regarding my physical safety. He asked for my consent and I gave it. I had an “emergency exit” if needed in the form of a safe word. Check. He had a strong relationship with his family, friends and community. He had a great job. We got along great. Check. I decided at that moment that I was going to trust Ethan fully and not continue to second guess what was happening. Check. There was also a lot I didn’t know: How long was this going to go on? What exactly was going on? Ethan had made comments that made me believe others might be involved at some point…who were these people? I decided then and there to honor my own commitment to what was happening, which was to participate. I hadn’t asked for any clarification about what would happen next, and I needed to get comfortable in the fact that I’d find out and be surprised as it occurred. I think I let go of any desire I had left to control at that moment. My final thought was about Ethan’s passion for BDSM, the BDSM community, and the values this community represents. He was vocal about it with family and friends and advocated further acceptance. It would not support Ethan’s goals regarding BDSM if I had a terrible experience. I wouldn’t participate again but beyond that, it would likely taint our friendship. Also, though I wasn’t part of the BDSM community, it would damage any sense of allyship I had. Everything continued to reinforce that I had nothing to worry about. He wanted to have fun and train me to be a good Submissive, perhaps pulling me further into a love of BDSM so we could more fully participate together. These thoughts and resolutions all occurred in my head as I was crouched in the Cage. It was like a mental whiteboarding session and Shamanic release ceremony rolled in to one, all while I was naked, in a dog cage, unable to move, and alone. I felt very relaxed and let out a large breath. I snapped out of my meditation when, while exhaling, I dropped my butt slightly towards my ankles, causing the anal beads to pull against the inside of my hole. It wasn’t painful, but it was significant enough to snap me back into consciousness. I then overcorrected, pushing my butt back up towards the top of the Cage, but also lunging forward slightly in the process, causing the Humbler to pull on my balls. I kept moving my body trying to find the right position but couldn’t. I was moving around in all positions but couldn’t quite find any position where I wasn’t being pulled on. Muffled by the ball gag still, I let out a frustrated grunt and moan partly from the sensations of being pulled two ways and part because I felt in that moment that I desperately needed Ethan’s dick inside me again. It took a few moments of small adjustments in all directions for me to regain the position I had been in. It was such a relief to not be battling the anal beads and the Humbler that I started to relax immediately, slowing my breathing and relaxing my muscles again. My mind began to wonder again. I could see black, a point of light. I could also feel my body. My mind and body felt connected. I started to pay attention to the sounds I was hearing. Occasionally, an airplane would fly overhead, sounding like it was descending into SeaTac. I could hear it through the screen door that led to the back yard. This made sense given where Ethan lived. I could hear cars passing by in the front of the house on the road every so often. The sound was faint and probably only audible because a window was open. One of the pipes in the kitchen made a whooshing sound irregularly. I stayed crouched in the Cage a bit longer when I heard the front door open and shut. "Hello, Boy, I'm back" Ethan said. "Hello, Sir" I said, muffled by the ball gag. There was no way the sound could be interpreted as words. I then heard the front door open and close again. Ethan had already made his way to the side of the cage. I could tell he was there, and this was confirmed when he opened the door to the cage, reached in, and rubbed my back gently. But I heard other footsteps. And the OH SHIT!s returned. OH SHIT!, there's another person. OH SHIT!, there's another person that's gonna see me in this Cage. OH SHIT!, what is this person here for? I AM FUCKED. Who is this person? OH SHIT!, I CANNOT SEE! OH SHIT!, why is no one saying anything, why is it so quiet? I was making some type of noise that was a combination of fast shallow breathing, moaning, and unintelligible sound to communicate I wanted out of the Cage. The other door to the Cage opened where my head was. Ethan removed the ball gag. "Did you miss me, Boy?" "Yes, sir, I missed you very much." "Okay, stay there while I get you squared away in the back. You think you can keep the anal beads in for now?" "Yes, sir." He detached the anal beads from the cage, took off the Humbler, and led me out of the cage. He told me I could stand up and stretch, and I did exactly that. It felt good to stand and move my body freely, something I hadn’t done for a while. “Let’s go back to the living room, Boy. I want to introduce you to someone.” I thought of what I must have looked like. Restraints on all my limbs, ball gag on my chin, collar on my neck. Nipple clamps. The end of a string of anal beads hanging from my hole. A cock ring and ball stretcher on my front side. And that was just the gear. My hair must have been disheveled, and my body coated with a sheen of sweat and lube. I cannot believe someone would be “meeting” me for the first time in this state. Still blindfolded, he led me to the living room and towards where I thought the couch was. He positioned me directly in front of what I could tell was another physical presence. I could hear this new person breathing so I knew he was seated on the coach or one of the chairs. Ethan pushed me down to my knees and pushed my torso forward until my head finally touched something…it felt like...my head was being placed in someone's crotch between their legs and they were wearing jeans. I could feel the soft scratchiness of denim against the side of my face and my nose and mouth. I could also faintly smell a masculine cologne or aftershave. "Say hello to your Daddy's good friend, Boy. This is Daddy's friend Jacob. Jacob likes a lot of the same things that we do, and he thought it would be fun to come over and hang out and play. Does that sound good, Boy?" "Yes, sir." "You wanna play, Jacob? We’ve got some work to do." "Absolutely." "Jacob, you said you had some lessons you thought you could teach Boy here and some new commands that he should learn. Wanna get started with his next round of training? I'm going to pop in and out of the kitchen while I make some snacks for us and Boy. But I can’t wait to watch this session.” Ethan left the room and entered the kitchen. I could hear him opening cupboards and pulling preparing whatever the “snacks” were going to be. At the same time, Jacob placed his hands on both sides of my head and pushed my torso back. I was now on my knees and fully upright, Jacob now standing in front of me. I heard him unzip his pants and pull them down, remove his shoes and toss them over to the left of both of us. His dick was apparently at the same level as my face because he slapped it across both of my cheeks multiple times. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my nose into his pubic hair. He kept my head there while I breathed in the smell of his dick and balls and crotch. "Make sure you take a good whiff of my smell. I want you to remember it. It might come in handy. All good Submissives remember everything about their Dominants. Their smell, their taste, their feel, their voice…” "Yes, sir." I inhaled deeply, over and over. He then told me he was going to turn around so I could smell his hole. “Lean forward until you get your face between my ass cheeks and can smell it.” I was too slowly leaning forward because a few seconds later, he reached behind my head and pulled my face forward until my nose was right between his ass cheeks. I breathed in deeply again and could smell man. I loved it. I desperately wanted to stick my tongue out and bury it in his hole, but I stopped myself. I had learned that I am to do what is asked of me and speak when I was spoken to, not more. I had already received a punishment for doing something I wasn’t asked to do. If Jacob wanted me to lick his hole, I would do so without question. But without an invitation, I would probably receive a punishment, and I’d deserve it. He turned back around with his dick towards me, and smacked his dick across my face a couple of times, then leaned down a bit and with his mouth close to my ear said, “Open your mouth, Boy. I’m gonna teach you how to suck dick.”

I started to move my hands more quickly across the Cage and attempt to figure out as much as I could about my new “home.” I wasn't sure what to think. I felt safe with Ethan, but in terms of Dom/Sub stuff this had now gone way past anything I had ever done. Normally it was just restraining someone and fucking... but living and “relaxing” in a dog cage? I was overwhelmed yet not worried...but my mind was trying to process things and wasn't really doing so good. Based on my assessment, the cage was large. Not large like it was a kennel where someone could move around, but suitable for a large sized dog. It was about 4-5 feet long, 3 feet wide, and maybe 3-4 feet tall. The sides and top were very open but certainly had enough metal to keep anything inside it inside. I had seen dog cages like this, so I had a general idea in my mind what it looked like. I hadn’t ever seen one that was large enough to hold a human inside…but this seemed large. I heard the door of the cage open. "What do you think, Boy, do you want to try it out? Get in your house, Boy. I'll help you." "Yes, Sir." He pressed me down to my knees and then forward into a crawl position. HOLY SHIT! “Good boy! I'm gonna put on your collar. This always stays on. When we go on walks, I'll put your leash on. When you're inside or in the yard, you can roam freely on your hands and knees. Sometimes, I'll let you stand up, but otherwise, you'll be on your hands and knees. Do you understand, Boy?” "Yes, sir." He must have crouched down because he used the opportunity to slap his dick across my face, presumably because I was about to be put in the Cage. He grabbed the back of the collar and led me crawling forward to the door of the Cage. He told me to be careful of the small lip I needed to crawl over and continued to lead me inside until I was fully inside the cage. "Try to move around, Boy, get used to your home." "Yes, sir." Now that I was inside, I could tell how big it was relative to my body. I could not stretch out my body. I had to stay in a crawl position or could cross my arms on the floor and put my head down on the floor of the Cage. Ethan opened the door on the other side of the Cage. “Boy, I’m putting a water bowl over here in the corner where your head is on the right side.” I couldn’t really tell where the water bowl was but there was only so much space for it. The Cage was like any other dog cage you could buy at a pet store. I moved my body side to side, tried to sit up to ascertain the space above me, and inched forward to find the water bowl to see how much room I had in front and behind me. I had about 4 inches on either side of my body, so there was no way for me to turn around and face the other direction. There were about 8 inches above me, so there was no chance of sitting up. There were 6-8 inches in front and behind me, maybe less. There was a pad on the floor of the cage that felt like neoprene or something waterproof, but it was thin and I could feel metal cage beneath the pad that made up the floor of the Cage. "How do you like your home, Boy? It’s your Boy-cave! Are you comfortable? I'll bring you some treats and a toy later for when you're in your cage. Don't worry, you won't be here all of the time, but when your Daddy has to go on an errand, or pick someone up, or whenever I want you to, you'll stay in the Cage. Do you understand, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." "I'll be right back. I need to grab your first toy." He walked away and presumably to the Trunk. He returned to the kitchen and set something on the kitchen table a few feet away. It was notable because it made an odd sound being set on the table. He moved back to the side of the cage. "Boy, I lied to you, you'll get your toy in just a few minutes but first I want to do some training. This will train you to have good form and to be obedient to me.” (I couldn’t what he was holding but he tapped it against the Cage a few times.) “It will teach you control and also remind you of the limits you must stay within. Are you ready, Boy?” I was moaning just from the sheer exhilaration of all of this. "Yes, sir." He moved to one end of the cage, where my hole was. I then felt more lube spread over my hole and fingered inside of it. He must have been on his knees given he was reaching inside of the Cage to do this. He began to insert what I instantly recognized as an anal bead into my hole – the shape was familiar as was the rubberized connection between the balls. I’ve played with several types of anal beads – some are all the same size, and some start out small and grow larger. Based on the small first ball, I was betting these were graduating and I was in for more and more hole stretching as he proceeded. He proceeded slowly but eventually got to the fifth and last ball. My hole was well worked at this point, but the fourth and fifth ball still required some focused relaxation. The shape of the balls alone makes them harder than a dildo or plug of the same size to take. He finally pushed the fifth ball inside. I felt like my head was going to explode from the intense sensation of having my guts filled with the anal beads and the stretching my hole was enduring. I groaned and then let out a huge breath. "There boy, that's step one. Are you ready for step two?" "Yes, sir" I responded, breathing quickly, feeling amazing and warm, the end of the anal beads dangling from my hole. I wondered “steps of what?” He then slid something that felt like wood between my legs, turned it to cross my legs, and began attaching a second piece to the first on the other side of my legs and .... around my balls? I couldn't really tell what was going on, I was moaning and panting, my balls were getting stretched between these pieces of wood. I had never seen a Humbler before, but I started to get a sense of what it did. If I were to try to get out of the position I was in on my knees and bent over, the Humber would pull on my balls, harder the more I tried to get out of that position. "Boy, this is meant to teach you obedience. If you try to get out of this position, it will continue to become more painful as it pulls on your balls. You and you alone are responsible for the pain you feel. Do you understand, Boy." "Yes, sir" I whimpered. It didn't hurt, but when I tried to make a small adjustment in my position, I already felt a noticeable pulling on my balls. "Boy, the final part is this, you also can't crouch down more. Right now, I'm attaching the anal beads to the top of the cage. If you try to crouch downward, it will tug on the anal beads inside you and pull against the inside of your hole." "Yes, sir." He walked to the side of the cage where my head was and opened the door on that side, reached in and put the ball gag back in my mouth. "I'll be back in a few, Boy. I've got a surprise for you. Stay here and be a good Boy and show me how good you're going to be for the rest of our time. I won't be far, don't worry." "Yes sir" I attempted to say through the ball bag. I heard him put on his clothes and exit the front door. I was immobilized, blind, speechless, my hole was stretched open, my balls were stretched...and I was in a cage I couldn't get out of. I had no idea how long I would be there. My mind raced with many thoughts: Ethan’s told me that my life would not be in danger…he did say that right? Did he say that? Yes, he said that...I can trust Ethan. He hasn't done anything to hurt me, he told me we were going to be Dom/Sub...maybe I just don't have enough experience. This is Dom/Sub type stuff...why would I worry? He told me I would be safe. I'm going to be alright. This is okay. When will he be back? I'm safe. The lack of ability to see anything combined with the silence, the confinement, the additional restraints preventing my movement without considerable and intense pain made my brain spin out of control until I told myself to breathe, in and out, counting my breaths. Three in, three out. Three in, three out. Over and over...I found some quiet and calm from the thoughts in my head. And then the brain kicks in again...then you breathe... HOLY SHIT, I have no clue what is going on... (TO BE CONTINUED....)

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