men in bondage gear

“The fuck?” Jessie swore as she stepped back from the window in the door to the boarding area, “Those aren’t dog, those are dudes.”

“Is there really that much of a difference?” Maddie asked with a smile.

Inside the room there were a dozen or more guys in various stages of gimp and bondage wear on their hands and knees or just laying down in metal cages. Maddie came over and put a hand on Jessie’s shoulder.

“I am sure you see in the news from time to time some tragic horror story about a couple trying to live a master and **** relationship, right?” Maddie said, “Well for every story that makes the paper, there are a million of a couple that tried to have a master and **** marriage and that only lasted at most, a week. There are thousands of couples that try to have a master and **** marriage and that only lasts a month, tops. But those guys? They are some of the guys in hundreds of master **** marriages, specifically ones where the woman is the dominate owner and the man is her pet dog.”

“What about the strays you mentioned?” Jessie asked.

“Well, some of them are puppies from the thousands or millions of failed Owner slash pet marriages I mentioned, but they really want to be someone’s pet. Others are guys who get referred to us and we act like a sort of match making service where we match them with a like minded lady who wants to have her own puppy boy,” Maddie guided Jessie to the elevator, “No one is here against their will.”

Jessie noticed Maddie using her watch to open the elevator.

“Then why the locks on everything?” Jessie asked.

“To protect the men, some of them might have dropped off the radar, but others can’t entirely drop off the radar and come here as a sort of holiday and for refresher training,” Maddie said, “And some of the women who want and can easily afford such an unconventional relationship are too high profile themselves.”

Jessie stopped in front of the doors to the elevator, unsure if she should try to escape, or continue…