Few days later

The next few days are spent with nothing but constant ****, the device running almost every hour of the day, the shocks coming at random strength at random intervals. Finally, at one morning, Mr. O’Brian - no, Master -, walks down the stairs, and detaches the clamp from your collar.

“What do we say now?” he raises an eyebrow, your cage raised back to ground level.

“I’m sorry, Master,” you say, with nothing but pure fear running through your veins. He has you. He truly has you. You have zero say in whatever he chooses to do with you.

“Good,” he says, and pats your head like a dog's. “Now that we have been through this, I think you deserve a tour.” He stands up from the ground and opens the cage’s door, then he grabs your leash, and escorts you out.

You follow him on all fours obediently, still shaking from the fear. You really don't want a repeat of what happened!

“Every morning and night you receive **** pasta. It is not the best food, but it will keep you nourished. As a token of generosity, I’m going to leave you ungagged, so you can eat from the plates whenever you want. But if you use your mouth for anything else than eating or sucking, I will only allow you to eat at selected intervals.”

“Next, you can see the living room. This is where you will spend most of your time in,” he says, leading you to a comfy room, adjacent to the kitchen. There is a large holo-tv in it. Plus there are also some exquisite furniture. You also notice a box of cat litter in the corner. And it doesn't take long to figure out its purpose. “If you want to pee, that is where you do it. Pee anywhere else and you will be punished. You can only shit in the morning or the evening, for that you can use the bathroom as an exception.”

“The garden is also open to you if you want to get some fresh air. I really don’t mind. Also, if you happen to climb the fence and wander away, the nanites you got in the Registry will keep track of you, so the only thing you can earn with that is some proper disciplining.”

You nod.

“Now on the upper floor,” he points up, but he doesn’t escort you there. “You will only see for some sexy time. That can be either with me, or with a group, it depends if there are some friends around. If you want to sleep, you have your cage. You will be locked there every night without exception,” he adds, then he takes a sharp turn to one of the giant dildos embedded inside the walls. “Now if you wonder about those, well, you can’t really use your hands, can you?”

You shake your head.

“This also have some training purposes. See, I have a couple friends who have a very big cock, so you better get yourself prepared. It is also a good idea generally, if you want to keep up with the demands of the **** market.”

He turns to you, and descends to one knee again.

“Everything is clear, sunshine?”

You nod.

“Excellent,” he says, and you are surprised to see your leash put on the floor. “Now I will just place this on you,” he grabs a hood from the couch in the living room. You want to protest, but ultimately you can't do anything, so you have **** but to endure as he straps the hood around your head, leaving only your nose and mouth open.

“Don’t worry, the nanites will keep repairing your eyes, so if your next owner wants you to see, you will able to use them. But frankly, I just don’t think it’s needed. It gives you slaves way too many ideas,” he says, and lands another slap on your butt.

In the next few minutes you can hear him getting ready for work, then he leaves you alone in the apartment.

For some time, you just sit in place motionless. Any other case you would start to struggle, but the last few days were just... traumatic, and your entire body shudders just from thinking about them. Finally, you take a deep breath, and decide to wander around the place, keeping firmly in mind what he said earlier.