A Step Away From the Ordinary

Eddie gets registered! This is the third installment of a story about a submissive male entering the reality of submission in a broadening web of his everyday life. Chapters 1 and 2 are essential to understand Eddie's adventure.

As the elevator doors opened to the parking garage, Eddie followed Miss Degrasse to her 2015 silver Lexus. As she clicked to unlock the doors, Eddie scrambled to open her door, and then quickly walked around to the passenger door as the car started up. Eddie felt uncomfortable with his bare legs against the cool leather, and he was becoming increasing anxious about the cock cage, which was clearly evident under the thin material of the running shorts. The trip to his apartment took just 20 minutes, as the traffic was light.

As she pulled to the curb, Miss Degrasse said, "Eddie, you have given me a delightful evening and much to think about. I expect you to be at work early tomorrow and I expect everything to be humming in IT, understand?"

Eddie responded, "Yes Miss Degrasse." He paused ... then said timidly, "Miss Degrasse, I didn't get my apartment keys back ... and ... and I was wondering if you were going to turn off the GoodBoy and unlock me?"

"You seem to have a lot of issues with keys tonight, Eddie!" she giggled. "First, I don't have your apartment key ... I will check tomorrow with Donna and see if Donna or someone else might have found them."

She paused, and then continued, "And second, I am going to take the collar off, as I just don't think it fits for the office, but the bands stay on your wrists, and the GoodBoy stays in place. I will decide tomorrow if I want to remove it or recharge it for you. I was thinking I might just use it as an alarm clock so you won't over sleep again, but to do that, you will need to click on the GoodBoy web site and activate this controller. Pretty simple, I understand ... the site link is etched into the wrist bands, and I think Donna told me the device name you need to link to is called 'DonnasBoy11' ... my controller will beep when we are connected and I think it will signal you so that you know I am registered."

Eddie nodded, trying to absorb all the details, as she continued, "And as for the cage, I think I will keep the key for the next few days, just to make sure you are concentrating on work. And oh, I think I saw your badge tucked in your billfold. So does that answer your questions?"

"Yes Ma'am," Eddie responded, as he opened the door and crossed the deserted sidewalk to the doors of his building. Miss Degrasse drove smoothly away as Eddie buzzed the door, and he nervously walked into the entrance of the building. There was a buzzer for the night manager on the second set of doors. Her voice crackled over the speaker, "yes?"

Eddie stammered as he explained, "this is Ed Ward, apartment 307. I misplaced my key. Can you let me my apartment?"

"Be there in sec," she said. He recognized the voice of the young college student who worked as a night manager and had a small basement apartment as part of her deal. In a few minutes, he noticed the elevator doors open, and she walked out, wearing a pair of running pants and a college tee. The door buzzed, and he stepped into the lobby. "Didn't recognize you, Eddie. New running outfit?" she said giggling.

Eddie felt embarrassed and didn't answer, as he followed her back to the elevators, which, thankfully for Eddie, opened immediately. He followed her into the elevator, noticing the shape of her breasts through the tee she wore, clearly without a bra. He tried not to stare as she leaned against the side wall opposite him. The elevator doors shut, but the elevator's movement was very slow.

"So Eddie," she said with a grin, "So are those tracking bands to track your running?" Eddie was confused for a moment, and then realized she was talking about the GoodBoy bands on his wrists.

"Yes," he said blushing, "Something like that." By then, they had arrived at his floor, and he followed her out of the elevator and down the hall to his apartment. Pausing at the door to his apartment, she searched through her overflowing key ring to find the master. She opened the door and held it for Eddie to enter. As he passed, she said, "And say, Eddie, I like that extra hardware you're packing. You must have found a new girl!"

Eddie stuttered, trying to figure out what she was talking about, and then noticed she was looking straight between his legs. His face flushed as he realized she had noticed his cock cage through the thin fabric of his running shorts. He managed an uncomfortable "Yes," not wanting to go into any more details. As he entered the apartment, he expected her to leave, but she stood at the door, like a bell hop waiting for a tip.

"Something else, Sally?" he said softly.

"$25. It's $25 for me to open your apartment, or its $30 if you wait to pay it with your rent. And if you don't find your key, you'll have to get one at the office tomorrow, and that's $100."

Eddie dug his billfold out of the tight shorts pocket, and handed her a ten and a twenty. "I don't carry change, sweetie. Buzz me tomorrow night and I'll bring you the $5," she said.

"That's okay, Sally. Keep the change—enjoy a cup of coffee on me tomorrow," he responded, still with a nervous tone in his voice.

She took the bills from his hand, paused as she turned to walk out, and then said, "Eddie, you really don't seem yourself. Are you okay? Something you want to talk about?"

"No ... nothing Sally. Just misplaced my key. Appreciate you coming and letting me in," he responded.

"Sure, anytime Eddie. And I do think that running outfit is sweet! Not a lot of guys have enough confidence to wear pink. Very sweet," she said as she continued out of the door.

Eddie collapsed in his recliner, but then realized that he had not logged on to the computer site as Miss Degrasse had instructed. He got up, went to the desk, sitting back down in his swiveling desk chair, his one indulgence in furnishing the apartment. He pulled the keyboard from under the desk, moved the mouse to activate the computer, and started to move his fingers to the keyboard.

But as soon as he did, the GoodBoy came to life, reminding him that his wrists could not be close to each other or close to the ring that still entrapped his balls. He quickly spread his wrists apart, thought for a few moments, then pushed his chair back, outstretched his right hand to the keyboard, and held the chair arm with his left hand. Using the mouse, he opened the browser, and then pecked in the site link that was embossed in the wrist band. The browser quickly displayed the GoodBoy home page, which provided general information on male training and obedience.

He soon discovered the device registration tab, and clicked, and began following the steps. A drop down with network names popped up and he selected the building network. After a few seconds, a list appeared with one entry, "DonnasBoy11." He selected it and a series of messages appeared, "initializing connection," followed by a prompt to authenticate by either tapping wrists bands or moving to the puppy position. Worried that tapping wrist bands would bring the dreaded disabling shock that resulted when the bands were very close, Eddie pushed back the chair further from the desk dropped down to his hands and knees, his head leaned up to watch the screen. As he moved, the browser displayed, "synchronizing system. Do not close the window or move from the puppy position until the synchronization is completed."

After a few minutes, the "registration and synchronization complete" message appeared, followed by another message, "Thank you for registering your GoodBoy devices and we trust that you will quickly progress through your personal development program. There are three users registered to this device. You will be alerted by text message and by an activation alert each time a new user is registered. All access permissions are controlled through the owner of this device account. Feel free to text or phone our hot line should you need assistance."

Eddie started to stand back up, but as soon as he began straightening his back, the GoodBoy came back to life, returning him to his hands and knees. He waited a few minutes, and then started very slowly to lift his back, but the tingling began again. He looked up craning his neck and studied the stream of messages, making sure he had completed each step. Everything seemed in order. He then noticed the "24 hour assistance" button, reached up slowly with his hand, making sure his back stayed level. He was thankful when he reached the mouse without any further attention from the GoodBoy.

After a moment, a dialogue box appeared and a stream of text flowed into the box, "All of our engineers are busy at the moment. The waiting period is estimated to be 15 minutes. Please be a Good Boy and read through our FAQs as you wait for our next available engineer." Eddie looked for the FAQ icon and clicked it. The area below the dialogue box filled with a list of questions and answers, but it was in very small type, which soon frustrated him. What he could read were the typical IT troubleshooting questions, such as "Is your router or switch on?" He soon gave up trying to read, as it strained both his neck and his eyes.

Eddie was feeling sore and very uncomfortable from the long night. He became increasingly aware of the aches and pains in his balls, and ached to touch them to soothe the pain. He had wanted to take a shower and go to bed, but now he was trapped by technology until someone came on the line to fix the problem. He stared at the screen as the displayed waiting time ticked down. When the timer got to five minutes, another message appeared, "Be sure to connect your head set if you prefer to use audio to help resolve this issue. Your support engineer should be with you soon."

Eddie reached up and felt around the desktop until he located the headphones, and then struggled to put them on with one hand. As he finally got the headphone in place, he heard a beep, and then a pleasant female voice saying, "Good evening, this is Kia. Can you tell me your name and how I can assist you?"

Eddie responded, "My name is Eddie, and I just registered the device. The system said everything was completed, but when I tried to get up, I got shocks."

"Oh I see. That can be a problem," she said sweetly. "Let's see what we can do. As I understand it Eddie, you just registered your GoodBoy, and I see the device name is 'DonnasBoy11,' and you have both the wrist bands and the collar, is that correct?"

"Yes, Kia," Eddie replied, trying not to show his frustration.

"Eddie, I would really prefer to be called Miss Kia," she said firmly, "And please, keep a polite a pleasant tone, understand?"

"Yes Miss Kia," Eddie said, his frustration growing. He felt like ripping the device off, but he knew how strong the pulses would be from his experience earlier in the evening, and he recalled that the ring was designed to not unclasp without a proper signal from a controller. He took a breath as she continued.

"So, Eddie, did you read through the FAQs?" she said, sounding like a school teacher.

"I tried to, Miss Kia, but this device is locked in puppy mode and it's hard to read the screen on my hands and knees," Eddie explaining, trying to be polite.

"Ok Eddie, I understand. I do wish you had worked harder to read the FAQs. I am confident that your questions would have been resolved by now. But in any case, I understand you are uncomfortable. So, Eddie, I assume that you have checked that your router is working and verified the connection with the GoodBoy, right?" she said flatly, as if reading from a script.

"Yes Miss Kia, the router is working correctly. I am not sure how to verify the GoodBoy connection, but the screen did indicate that the registration process was successful," Eddie responded, though he knew that there was no way to check the building's WIFI router, and he knew it would just lead to more unnecessary questions if he mentioned it.

"I see Eddie, so we have not verified that GoodBoy is receiving commands over the router. That is very easy for me to check. I will initiate the system verification. Let me know when you feel three short signals, okay?" she said.

"Yes, Miss Kia," Eddie responded, bracing himself for the shocks.

He watched in the dialogue box as a series of messages displayed, "Clearing buffer; reloading configuration; downloading system updates; completing verification; system ID verified; system test ..." As "system test" appeared, Eddie felt the three distinct pulses. He was very grateful that they were quite mild, as he said, "Just felt three pulses, Miss Kia."

"Good boy, Eddie. You should be all set. Let me resend the mode change to make sure we are in protect mode only. Tell me when you feel two quick pulses," she said in a matter of fact tone.

As the device again responded Eddie said, "Yes, I just felt two pulses, Miss Kia."

"Good boy, Eddie," she said sweetly. "Now stand up for me so we can verify you good to go."

Slowly he stood up, grateful that there were no further shocks, saying, "All set, Miss Kia."

She replied, "Yes, I can see here that you are standing. I did note that we don't seem to have a connection to the collar. Have you removed it, Eddie?"

"My boss ... my mistress has it with her," he replied.

"Would that be Miss Donna," she asked.

Eddie was surprised at first hearing Miss Donna's name. "No Miss Kia, Miss Degrasse has the collar."

"Umm," Kia said, "We usually get a notice when that happens. I don't see a Miss Degrasse registered with your device, so I will be sending a text notice to Miss Donna summarizing this call and letting her know that the collar is not in place."

"Miss Degrasse is supposed to be registering this evening," Eddie said, trying to wrap up the call.

"Okay, I understand. And there should be four quick pulses when she completes registration to let you know that the fourth controller is registered. But know that the system will notify all of the controllers registered for your device anytime that there are changes in system configuration, so those notices will all go out automatically when I close out your ticket. Is there anything else I can help you with, Eddie?" she said.

"No Miss Kia. Thank you" Eddie replied.

"Thank you Eddie, and thank you for choosing GoodBoy as your male obedience trainer. We trust that you will quickly progress through your personal development program," she said, reciting her script, as the dialogue box disappeared from the screen.

Eddie slipped the headphones off and headed to the shower. As he was showering, he felt four quick pulses from the ring. Evidently Miss Degrasse was now a registered controller.

It had indeed been quite the extraordinary evening.

-o-

It was a restless night for Eddie—the aches from his balls were continuous and would sharpen anytime he moved. Just as finally fell asleep he felt a jolt, at first thinking it was a dream, and then realizing it was Miss Degrasse's wake up call. He blinked his eyes, noticing the time was just 5:30am. He thought of waiting for his normal alarm, but realized that if he hurried, he could make the 6:20 bus and be at work a little early. Considering yesterday, he decided to get up and build a little extra slack in his schedule. As we went to relieve himself, he remembered the cage, and turned and sat. He spread his legs and studied the devices that now controlled him. His scrotum had changed from the deep purple to a lighter shade and some of the swelling had subsided, but he still ached.

Though he felt the pressure of his bladder, he struggled to start a stream, and each time he tried, the pain in his balls increased. He could not feel anything as the pee began to flow, but the sound of the tinkling gave him a clue that he had at last started a stream. Once the sounds stopped, he started to reach down to shake his penis, and then stopped himself, knowing what would happen if his hand was near his cock. He showered and shaved, being careful to at least keep the minimum distance between his hands.

His cell phone message tone was sounding as he entered the bedroom. He didn't get many texts, so his curiosity was perked. He noticed two texts, both from unfamiliar numbers. He clicked on the top message, and quickly read it, "Wear a pink shirt today, Eddie. Please me. Miss D." Wednesday was the traditional "wear pink day" at FemTech, and today was Thursday. He checked his closet, and fortunately he had ironed both of his pink shirts Sunday evening, which was his traditional laundry time. He took the remaining pink button-down, along with a pair of light gray slacks, and laid the clothing on his unmade bed.

He opened the drawer of his dresser, and took out the gray socks and pink panties that went with the Wednesday 'uniform.' He stepped into the panties, being careful to keep his hands at the sides of his hips as he pulled them up in place. He put the shirt on, again being careful with the distance between his hands, and then sat down to put on his socks. He struggled a bit to pull the socks up with one hand, but it was safer than trying to keep his hands apart. He stepped into his pants, and stood, pulling them up. Fortunately the pants had a sliding closure and not a button. Then he started to reach for the zipper, but soon realized his predicament—he could not get his fingers near the zipper pull.

He thought for a moment, picked up the metal hanger, adjusted the loop at the top as best he could, and with some patience managed to snag the zipper pull, and used the hanger to pull it up. He then got his belt from the closet. He thought for a moment, then reached to pull his pants up as high as possible, and holding the belt about 10" from the end, managed to thread it through the first loop, and push it far enough to reach his other hand. With some focus, he managed to tread the belt around until it made it through all the loops, but, as he discovered, the front of his pants were not high enough to prevent a shock.

After some thought, he decided to just go ahead and fasten it, as it might be high enough that the shock would be tolerable. He quickly moved his right hand to the center, grabbed the belt tip as the pulses started, and managed to thread it through the buckle. But he could not fasten it with one hand. He noticed the time, and realized that he only had a few more minutes if he was to catch the 6:20 bus. He grabbed his shoes, slipped his foot into them, and left the laces dangling. He grabbed a tie, looping it around his neck and took a dark blue jacket from the closet, dropping the phone and his billfold into his jacket pockets, and headed out the door. He jogged the last 50 feet to meet the bus, struggled to get a dollar out of his billfold using just one hand, and fed the dollar into the collection box, turning and moving to his customary seat.

He caught his breath as he settled into the seat, retrieving his cell phone, as he recalled that there was a second text he had not read. He fumbled with his one hand to open the text, and read it, "Welcome to GoodBoy, Eddie. Have a great day of learning! Kia, GoodBoy Engineer."

He then re-opened Miss Degrasse's message, and after some thought, decided that he should answer it. He first tried to hold the phone and type with a finger on the same hand, but that didn't work. He then laid the phone on the seat beside him, and slowly pecked out, "Yes, Miss Degrasse. And thank you for the alarm this morning." He picked up the phone and dropped it back in his pocket, as the bus continued the route.

Eddie noticed that not many people rode the early bus, and that the traffic was much lighter. He was soon at his stop, crossed the sidewalk, and walked up to the building door. He realized that the door was locked, as it was not unlocked until 7:45am. He retrieved his wallet, slipped out his badge, and used it to scan the badge reader, which resulted in a click of the door lock. He pulled on the handle, entered the vacant lobby, and walked to the elevators. He was soon riding alone up to his floor. As he walked into the suite, the lights automatically came on, signaling that he was the first one to arrive. He felt relieved to be alone. He needed time to unwind and prepare for what was ahead of him. He hoped Miss Degrasse would be in early as well, and that she would turn off the GoodBoy, as it would really be an impairment during the day, limiting him to typing with one hand. "Eddie, the one-armed IT tech," he thought, smiling. He turned on his computer and waited for it to start up.