Going to see daddy

"Let's get you out of that cage, Logan."

Kyle expertly maneuvered the vehicle into a parking spot, his hands firm and confident on the wheel. As they came to a stop, he quickly exited the car, his movements swift and decisive. He swiftly opened the back door, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he reached in to release Logan from his confinement.

The cage rattled loudly as Kyle removed it, revealing Logan's trembling form, clad in the red leather ensemble. The blindfold and muzzle remained firmly affixed to his head, obscuring his vision and muffling his voice. Kyle took a moment to gaze at Logan, his eyes filled with lust and admiration.

"Come on, Logan," he coaxed, his voice low and soothing. "Let's get you inside."

Logan hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest but his hesitation was short lived as a tug on his leash from Kyle left him with little choice but to follow.

He stumbled on his high heels, struggling to maintain balance. The cage and blindfold had weakened his sense of direction, and he relied heavily on Kyle's guidance.

As they neared the entrance, Logan felt his stomach churn with apprehension. The imposing mansion loomed ahead, its dark windows staring blankly into the night. He had no idea what awaited him inside, but he had a gut feeling that it would be far more intense than anything he had experienced thus far.

"Don't worry, Logan," Kyle reassured him, his voice deep and soothing.

"I know exactly where we're going. Just follow my lead."

Logan swallowed nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt the coolness of the marble floor beneath his high heels, and somehow, this small comfort grounded him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something monumental awaited him. He followed Kyle, stepping carefully to avoid stumbling.

The mansion's grand entrance hall stretched out before them, illuminated by a series of flickering candelabras.

As they traversed the expansive hallway, Logan heard the faintest rustling of fabric, followed by Kyle's distinctive voice. "Father!" he called out, "We're home!"

“We’re in the study.” Ken called back his usual booming voice being easily heard throughout the halls.