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For the next half hour or so I remained on the floor eating from the plate in front of me. As soon as it was cleared, more food was added, Mr Traynor I realised was an understanding and caring about my well being, as everything could be eaten without the need for me t touch it with my hands. To show my appreciation and gratitude I ate everything put in front of me, including a tin of cold baked beans,
"Ok that's enough" Now get downstairs to the basement, I expect it to be dark when I join you. I left the plate where it was on the floor and crawled out if the kitchen , lifting myself up only to open the door that led downstairs. I closed it behind me and sat at the top of the stairs .trying to get acclimatised to the darkness. One it had become just a gloom , where I could make out what was before me, I shuffled down the stairs until I reached the floor. Another few minutes and I was only knees, crawling to where I thought Mr Traynor wanted me.
I have no idea how long I had been there, but it was taken by surprise when I felt a sharp kick to my side. "Wake up now" I hurriedly got back into position, kneeling, back straight, head lowered, hands behind my back, Mr Traynor unzipped, even before he uttered the word "Thirsty" I had opened my mouth .If the last 24 hours had taught me anything it was "be useful.
"Now we need to address some of your behaviour yesterday. Did you think I'd forgotten that you had called me a bastard, and I'm not happy about attempt at wanking either"
He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me over to the cage, i lifted myself up and lay across the top. My feet placed firmly on the floor, and my hands gripped the bars. ankles and wrists were then restrained. He put on a blindfold. I relaxed myself waiting for the first impact. . Nothing
"I'll let you get comfortable, I'll be back later"
I have no idea how long I had been done there, it seemed like ages, I could hear noises above, the door slamming shut on a number of occasions. Then suddenly the unmistakeable swish of a belt moving in mid-air."Argh"
Then the restraints were removed , and I was lifted from the cage. Before I knew it was over a shoulder, and being carried. upstairs. The familiar cold of the kitchen floor was my next sensation, and the blindfold was removed. In front of me two bowls, one of piss, and the other looked like a mix of vegetables and meat,
Eat.
As I ate he spoke to me "I bet you were there waiting for a heavy punishment session weren't you?" I grunted a "Yes Sir"with a half full mouth."I bet you actually were hoping for one too, I know that tiny dick of yours has got a bit exited when Chris and I got a bit rough with you, and I know the answer , so don't bother replying" It goes back to my advice to Chris, just because we can doesn't mean we have to".
You were there for barely fifteen minutes, I've had some slaves lie there for three hours before they discovered that was the punishment.
"Slaves"I must have misheard.
Now finish eating, and don't waste that piss, it's been there fermenting for an hour. I continued ti eat, ]Mr Traynor, slipped back his chair, his boots no longer in my direct or indeed peripheral vision.
Then it happened, fifteen quick swats of a riding crop on my arse. Each one accompanied by a high pitched yell. "There I told you I was going to punish you no swearing, and no fucking wanking. Understand?" "Yes Sir"
Now stand up and follow me. I stood up, my arse was on fire, and followed him into the living room. There on an arm chair were the clothes I had worn on Monday. I'd been naked ever since. "Get them on , I'm taking you for a walk" "
After 48 hours or so of nakedness seeing my clothes laid in front of me .There was a sense of helplessness as I looked at them, what was I to start with.
As I reached for the socks, he spoke. " I forgot you will need this"he handed me a six inch buttlpg, and a sachet of lube. "One second thoughts, I'll put it in. " He sat down on an armchair, and put out his hands, I place the plug and lube on them. With his free hand he slapped his knee. "Over" I leant over, as if I was getting ready for a spanking. The sensation of the cool gel on my hole made me wince. "Deep breath, and relax" One then two fingers passed the entrance to my hole, ensuring that it well lubricated. i then fell the plug force its way in, the base firmly resting against the inside of my buttocks.
"Up and get dressed" He sat back and folded his arms. "Socks, shirt, trousers shoes, tie" I followed his instructions, when it got to the tie, an odd feeling of security overwhelmed me as I i pulled the knot to the stiff top button of the collar. I wish Sir has been here to give me a nod of approval
"Ready ?" Mr Traynor sat back in his seat. I knelt down and kissed both off his shoes. "Ready Sir" "Great. let's get going"
This was the first time i had been outside since Monday evening when I followed Mr Traynor home from the train station. "Speak only when spoken too, stay two meters behind me, unless it's to open a door, when doing do so you address me appropriately.
After five minutes outside, I knew why Boy always got excited when I took him for a walk, the only difference being that he wore a collar attached to a lead so he could be controlled, Mr Traynor was instilling good behaviour with looks, voice, and a threat of discipline.
We ended up in Soho. We had travelled in on the Piccadilly line, I was told that normally I would have been expected to have stood the whole journey, but Mr Traynor wanted me to be reminded of the foreign objected that was in my arse whilst I sat down on the uncomfortable underground seating.
Mr Traynor was obviously well known and regarded by many as he was treated with respect and deference as he went from sex shop t sex shop, and was addressed as Sir as we walked along Old Compton Street even by those who I would have put money on as being Dom Tops. I remained silent, whenever he had a conversation, and for the most part I was ignored. Only words such as training, owner obedience made an impact on my consciousness.
Finally after much browsing he picked some items from the basement of one of the stores, and at the counter asked for four bottles of strong poppers. "Hand me you wallet" "Wallet , you know the thing you keep your bank cards in""Thank you, now key in your PIN"
He turned to one of the other customers A blond moustached, thirty something who was at least 6ft 5. "Submission isn't a free ride" He handed me the wallet and the bag full of his purchases. "Now let's get something to eat, I might not have time later this evening"
I opened the door of the shop to allow Mr Traynor to exist, and followed him along Old Compton Street, and the numerous side streets of Soho. He finally stopped outside a restaurant. "Here we are" He looked at me with exasperation until I remembered. I opened the door
"Hello Sir" the waiter addressed Mr Traynor, but made a point of ignoring me "Good to see you again" "Hello boy, not see you in ages" My ears pricked up at the word Boy, the waiter however reacted totally normally, I looked closely and sensed that everything about his demeanour screamed deference.
"Steak rare, , and chips, he'll have the burger, and chips' "Anything to drink Sir? The usual" "Yes boy" Shortly after the waiter returned and placed a fork and steak knife in front of Mr Traynor. , and promptly left. "You won't need cutlery you will probably feel odd even using ur hands won't you?" Before I could respond the waiter returned with a bottle of beer, two empty glasses, and two carafes one filled with water and one empty.
"Do you mind filling that up? " Mr Traynor asked handing back the empty one. "Certainly Sir" Mr Traynor took out his phone and spent the next ten minutes scrolling and swiping, with an occasional glance at me, as if he was making sure I was still there.
"Here you go Sir, sorry for the wait, I had to wait for a colleague to help fill it" The carafe was now full of a straw coloured liquid . "Yours, and who else's?" "Dan" The waiter pointed to an older man behind the bar.
"Excellent, a mix of vintage, and fresh. Thank you Boy" he poured some into a glass, and hand it to me. Looking at me "Make sure you say thank you on the way out"
I looked round at the families, couples, and business men who were on the nearby tables. How normal they now looked. I took a sip of the piss , and thought how normal that felt.