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Author's Note: 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. 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.”

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.

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