Your trial begins

The next day you wake up in the cage, scared of what might await you. Elena surely wouldn't sell you as a ****. Nor would she keep you permanently blindfolded. This must be a game that she plays with you. A cruel one at that. You think again that you should protest, demanding fair treatment. But you are worried that it would betray your oath to her, breaking the pretense entirely. Because this is a pretense that you make out of love. You are sure if it.

Then again: what if it isn't? And she actually drops you off at the **** Registry?

For some time, you keep dwelling in these thoughts. Then at one point, the door opens, and you recognize Elena's footsteps as she approaches you.

"Slept well, pet?" she asks just like yesterday. Your ballgag promptly removed from your mouth. "You can kiss my feet now," you hear soon after. You lean down, and you proceed to do so as ordered, your kisses spread all over the material.

"Say thank you for kissing my feet," she says.

"Thank you, Mistress," you answer, a short pause in your task.

"Also say thank you for enslaving you for the rest of your life," she adds.

"Thank you for enslaving me for the rest of my life, Mistress," you answer.

"Good pet," she says, then you can feel another tug instructing you to stop. "Are you curious of your trial, hmmm?"

"Yes, Mistress," you nod. You can feel a moment of fear, thinking she might slap you. But this time you have passed her test.

"Are you afraid that I might sell you?" she asks.

"Yes, Mistress," you answer. Only to get slapped in the next moment.

"You are my property, pet. Whatever I wish for you, you should be excited," she answers.

"I'm excited for whatever you determine as my best use, Mistress," you answer.

"That's better," she answers.

With a sharp tug on your leash, you are escorted to the place that you recognize as a living room. But then you are escorted further.

"Sit," Elena says, and you obey. Your blindfold soon detached from the mask.

"This is where the men will fuck you. I expect you to make a stellar performance," Elena says, then the blindfold is reattached to your hood.

You are escorted up the bed, your ballgag removed and the zipper between your legs pulled down. Until this time, you had both the inflatable plugs in, now they are removed and placed somewhere on a wooden surface (perhaps on the cupboard?). Truth to be told, you are excited to get some proper fucking. In fact, sex is what a ****'s life is all about. But you didn't forget about what you determined earlier. If you want to protest to Elena about your conditions, this might be the best time to do so.