It was the first time Vijay had to spend his night in a doghouse. A few hours in the doghouse had tested his patience. Thought of saying no to this and turning away had crossed his mind. It was tougher for him to fight against his emotions than the physical turmoil he had been forced to endure. Every passing minute was like dodging a million bullets coming his way. It felt like an oven. He prayed he wouldn't end up barbequed meat before dawn. On top of all this emotional and physical turmoil, it was a nightmare not knowing the time. He didn't know how much longer he had to spend in this cramped space before it opened at 4:00.
After a while, sleep knocked on this doorstep. He tried not to sleep. He didn't want to be late on the first day itself. He was frightened thinking about what would happen if he failed to show up on time. He yearned to be as perfect as he could be on his first day. When he went through the multiple emotions, he heard a sound.
The Doghouse opened and the slave crawled out of it. He just wanted to stretch his legs and hands. Just when he started to enjoy newfound freedom, the doghouse got itself locked. That's when he realized that it would be kept open only for a minute or so. He was glad and thanked god that he rightly decided not to sleep. Had he overslept, he wouldn't have heard the sound and should have remained in the cage until Master released him. In addition to enduring the punishment, he would have remained locked much longer.
His first day went very smoothly. At least that's what he liked to think. There was not much interaction between him and Master. He performed his duties as instructed. He took extra care not to look into Master's eyes and knelt anytime he came across Master. What he disliked the most was the food he had to eat. He felt a dog would eat much tastier food compared to his diet. He was discharged from his duties at 8:50. As soon as he was discharged, he crawled back to the doghouse, and it got locked exactly at 9:00 AM.
The same routine followed for the next four days. The slave and the master didn't have much interaction except for those hours they ran and exercised together.
Over the next four days, what seemed tough on the first day has become manageable. He had now started to tolerate the hot salty liquid that goes down his throat directly from his master's penis.
He got the knack of spending his night in the cramped little space. He forgot how salt and sugar tasted sooner than he had thought. In some ways, he started enjoying this life. No internet access meant he was not exposed to unnecessary toxic social media content. He didn't waste time watching unproductive Instagram reels. He then learned to organize his work better as he had to put a hard stop at 6:00 PM. To much of his surprise, none of his colleagues bothered him after 6:00 PM. The next big thing for him was to get used to fasting and spend his days without any food for the next three straight days.
As usual, he completed all his work and knelt in the living room. He had spent more than 24 hours not eating any solid food. He had been surviving only on the water and supplements Master had prescribed. He felt numb and lighter without food.
Master was drinking a premium whiskey and watching a movie on the screen. Master gestured for the slave to lick his foot. Vijay crawled slowly and reached the master's foot. He took his right foot on his palm and started licking it graciously. He started licking the heel before advancing to the toes. He took each finger at a time and sucked it deep. He delicately kept licking the foot for almost 20 minutes. Graciously, he placed the right foot on the floor and repeated the same procedure on the left foot. There was no doubt Master Brown enjoyed it. A huge bulge on this groin was a testament to his pleasure.
Master suddenly stood up, grabbed the slave by his collar, and dragged him on the floor. He attached the chain to his collar and attached the other end to the ceiling, suspending him such that his toes were touching the floor just enough for him to stand on his toes. He went to the playroom and came back with a bullwhip.
Master asked the slave to keep his hands at the back of his head and gave him a wicked smile. Before the slave could apprehend what had happened and what he did wrong, a harsh blow landed on his back. Slave trembled and struggled to keep his stance. He fought against his instinct to shout and remained silent. Master brown landed continuous blows each stronger than the earlier one. It started leaving a beautiful pattern.
"Do you understand the reason you are punished?"
"No Sir", Slave replied obediently with a batted breath.
"Firstly, I don't need any reason to punish. I can do according to my whims and fancies. This punishment is to make you realize what would happen if you were to fall short of my expectations," Master swung the whip much harder and gave another blow.
Slave trembled. Had he not hoisted to the ceiling, he would have fallen without an ounce of doubt.
"I don't like you to move. I like my slaves to remain in position and take punishments courageously. I don't like my slave to squirm like pussies," another heavy blow landed perfectly on the wider part of the back just below the shoulder.
"This session is to tease you and condition you to take serious and extreme punishments in the future", he landed back-to-back blows without giving any respite for the slave.
