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More Tales from the Valley  Part 3



I remained perfectly still.
Not hard to do when you are wrapped in as much rope as I was.
I was sitting in a high backed chair, my arms lying on the arm rests, my
legs spread to the width of the front legs.
Rope was wrapped around every limb, binding my arms and legs to the chair.
So much rope was used that my bindings were, in places, three layers deep.
I also had rope around my torso, binding it tightly to the chair back. The
ropes went all the way from my hips to my neck, only avoiding my breasts
but covering everything else.
My mouth was gagged with a penis gag long enough to almost touch the back
of my throat. It was locked on tightly, as was the blindfold I wore.
Over the past couple of weeks, Alan had been increasing the time I spent
blindfolded, until now it seemed I was only released from it when he had
something specific for me to do, such as cleaning or taking care of his
horse.
Of all the things we had been doing lately, I think the blindfold was the
most exciting. It's hard to explain why, unless you've been there yourself.
To most people, being blind would seem like a handicap, yet in the
erotically charged environment I lived in, it only added to the suspense. 
Not knowing if I was being watched, not knowing what coming next, not
knowing what was being used on me. It was like my skin had been
electrified, overly sensitive toward any touch, any contact at all!
I remained still. Not just because of the ropes, but because Alan had
ordered it.
I had changed since I met Alan. I have it on good authority. Melissa. She
tells me I have become a lot more submissive toward Alan than I used to be.
I guess I have, but not because I have given in to the 'Slave/Master'
bullshit I read about in the stuff Alan downloads from the web. But because
I find that doing what he asks of me usually worth it!  Both for him AND
for me.
Melissa doesn't see it that way. I can see her comment silently on the
subject with a raised eyebrow whenever she comes to visit and Alan asks me
to do something. 
She also remarks on how often Alan calls me his little 'Slave girl'.
Hey!  It's just a pet name okay!
Anyway, I'm holding still, like he asked me to, and also because of the egg
on my head.
Alan sat a raw egg on my head, and told me that if I moved the egg would
fall off and break.  He doesn't want raw egg on his rug, so I wasn't to
move.
The only problem was, I had a terrible urge to move, one that was getting
stronger with each passing minute.
My bare pussy, unprotected by my widely bound legs, had company in the
shape of an egg shaped vibrator pressed against it.
It was only set on low for the moment, but from time to time Alan would
turn it up and I would begin to shudder.
I didn't want to break the egg.
I was determined not to.
I didn't know what he would do to me if I broke it, or what he would do if
I didn't.
It was wonderful.
The vibrator started vibrating harder and I heard Alan's computer dial into
his server.
My current session was taking place in Alan's office while he worked. He
told me once that seeing me in bondage during his self-imposed office
hours, inspired him to work harder and longer. So most days I spent with
him in his office, inspiring him with a multitude of different poses and
tasks.
This time, I had picked up on the fact that he always turned the vibrator
up when he logged on, and left it on high until he logged off again.
I don't know what he was doing, but whatever it was, it meant his being
connected to other computers all over the country.
I knew he was a software engineer, but beyond that he was reluctant to talk
about his work.
I began moaning through my gagged mouth, I wanted nothing more than to give
in to the sexual tension that had been building slowly for the past several
hours. But I knew that once I started cuming, I would not be able to
prevent the egg on my head from falling.
Alan knew that too, the bastard!
I remained perfectly still.

At last he began untying me, first removing the vibrator, then the egg on
my head.
I moaned in need and Alan chuckled. He knew quite well that I needed to
cum. Over time he had become very good at sensing just how far he could
push me without crossing the line to orgasm.
Life with him was one big foreplay after another.
Most of the ropes were gone now, but I still hadn't moved. Alan hadn't said
I could yet.  My hands and feet were still tied to the chair, the rest of
the rope that had been used on me was only there for effect.
I felt him move around in front of me, his hot breath on my pulsing
clitoris.
I cried out behind the gag, aching for him.
I felt something touch my clit, something wet and soft, I recognized his
tongue. The shocks bounced around my body, and I gripped the armrests as
tightly as I could in an effort not to cum.
All I needed was one word.
"Now."  Alan whispered.
I let go, my mind giving me the final push over the edge. I must have come
close to shaking the chair apart I came so hard.
Alan assisted me by placing a finger in me and manipulating my clit with
his thumb.
I was in orgasmic heaven, and much too soon I came back to earth, tired,
but smiling wildly behind my gag.
Alan soon released everything, including the blindfold, and gave me some
water to drink before sending me off to the kitchen to start supper.

In bed that night, we made love quietly as usual, and afterwards, just
before we fell asleep, Alan mentioned something about having a surprise for
me tomorrow.
I lay, listening to his breathing becoming deep and regular, while pulling
in an absentminded way at the shackles around my wrists keeping me in bed
with him. I wondered what kind of a surprise it was.

The next morning, after breakfast, I headed out to the barn as usual to
take care of Nelson, Alan's horse.  Even though winter was starting and the
air was quite cold, I was still naked. I shuffled as quickly as I could the
hundred feet or so between the house and the barn, my legs once more
hobbled in only eight inches of chain.
This regular work out had helped my body come back from the beating I had
suffered a couple of months back. The only physical signs left were the
tiny scars on my buttocks and thighs, and one very thin scar across my left
breast.
I felt I had recovered very well from it all, although a couple of times I
had just stopped what I was doing and sat down crying.  During those times,
Alan just held me and we stopped playing bondage games for the day.
As I worked in the barn. I wondered at the new orders I had been given.
Instead of the usual replacing of food and water, I was to clear out
Nelson's stall and tie him up near the barn door with his saddle and other
gear on. Nothing else.
It didn't take me long, and soon I was shuffling back through the cold
toward the house.
Alan met me at the door and locked on my blindfold, before guiding me into
the house and sitting me on the couch.
In moments, I was hogtied, but left ungagged.
"I'm going to be gone for a little while, Beautiful." he said, caressing my
bare skin. "Only about an hour. You be good while I'm gone, okay?"
"I'll be fine." I replied.
He kissed me and left the house.
I lay wondering if this was a part of the surprise.
It must have been an hour later, when I heard a car pull into the driveway.
I stiffened, not recognizing the engine sound, and hoped that Alan had
locked the front door. The last thing I wanted was to be found by a
complete stranger.
I heard voices, men, and only by straining did I eventually make out one to
be Alan's. I relaxed, and waited to see what would happen next.
I heard Alan's truck start up, and pull away.
Footsteps at the front door, and I heard it swing open.
Again I tensed up.
"It's only me, Slave girl."  Alan said.
I let out a sigh. This had scared me more than I thought.
"I heard your truck drive away." I told him.
"Yep!" was all he said as he went up the stairs.
I heard him make a few trips up the stairs and down again. It seemed to me
he was carrying something outside each time.
eventually he came over to me, and ran his hands over my body. He loves to
do that, and I love him to do that.
"You look good!"  he said.
"I know!" I replied, smiling.
He laughed, and I smelled a strong leather scent under my nose. I knew he
held a gag there, and I opened my mouth to receive it.  Soon my mouth was
filled almost to capacity with wet leather, and Alan untied my legs from
the hog tie, but left my hands bound.
He helped me up, and led me out the door onto the porch, down the steps and
into the yard. The air was still cold, a light wind raised goose bumps on
my naked skin.
"Right behind you is a car, I'm going to put you in the back seat, on your
front, and tie you down, okay?" 
I nodded. It was fine with me, although I wondered where he got the car. 
Usually for rides out of town, he would pack me in the tool chest on the
bed of his truck, this seemed a lot more comfortable.
He maneuvered me carefully until I was prone on the seat, and retied the
hogtie. He used the seat belts to make sure I wouldn't roll off the seat,
and then left me alone for a minute.
I heard him climb in the car and soon we were off.
As we were moving, again I thought about how in the entire six months I had
known him, I still hadn't seen how to get from the city where I used to
live, to the valley.
I didn't think it would be that difficult now that I knew the name of the
town the valley was close to, still,  he kept up the practice of not
letting me know.
I pulled at the ropes that held me tightly, and moaned out loud to let Alan
know I was still alive, and settled down for a long trip.
And long it was.
I must have fallen asleep, something I had been doing a lot of lately.  The
sound of the door opening woke me up.
Alan began untying the ropes and I took advantage of the chance to stretch
my limbs. A hogtie is a hard one to hold, even for someone as practiced as
me.
The blindfold was left on though, as was the gag, and I was guided out of
the car until I was standing beside it.
Only then did Alan take of the blindfold and gag.
I was shocked.
Alan had me standing naked in a public parking structure. There was no one
around, but still!
I tried to cover my naughty bits until Alan passed me something to put on.
It looked like a dress, but it was loose and very baggy.  It was long
enough to run from my neck to just above my ankles, and the long sleeves
were wide and full of ruffles.
Worst of all it was bright orange and covered in a horrible flowered print.
"You cant be serious." I said.
"Well, you could go naked."  replied Alan, opening the trunk and handing me
a pair of high heeled shoes, "But I doubt you could get on the airplane
like that."
"Airplane?" I asked. The I heard the low rumble of a plane taking off, and
I knew we were at an airport. 
This was one hell of a surprise!
Before putting on the horrible dress, I jumped him and kissed him hard.
"Mmmmm. Are we going on a vacation?"  I asked him tenderly.
Alan just smiled that evil smile of his. "I'll tell you on the plane. Now
get dressed."
I climbed down and pulled on the orange monstrosity.
"This thing makes me look like...well it makes me look fat!" I complained.
"Live with it. I think it will do nicely."
"Say, what about Nelson?" I asked slipping on the 4" heels.
"I rode him over to a neighbor's. He'll be fine."
He picked up the two bags he had gotten out of the trunk, and led the way
toward the elevators.
I shrugged and followed him.
I soon realized why he had put me in this dress. It was so big, and loose
on me, that it felt like I wasn't wearing anything at all.
As we merged in with the other travelers coming out of the parking
structure, I knew I was blushing. How could anyone NOT see that I was naked
under the dress. 
I knew I was going to be stared at, the color of the dress was screaming to
be looked at.
And looked at I was. It made me feel even more naked, which is, I suspect,
exactly why Alan chose it.
He left me standing in the middle of the terminal while he went to secure
our tickets, And I had to endure the stares of the hundreds of people who
passed by me.  I was nervous, and very embarrassed, but my body betrayed me
by responding with that old familiar feeling between my legs, and I began
to wonder why he hadn't tied me up under the dress.
Alan returned and led me at a fast walk through the building toward the
gate.
"We're cutting it close." was all he said.
As we handed our boarding passes to the attendant, I saw that the flight we
were getting on wasn't headed toward some exotic local, but to New York.
"New York?" I asked Alan.
"I'll tell you once we're airborne." he replied.
I got the window seat.
I was excited, I hardly ever got to fly, and Melissa never got on a plane
again after our parents died.
I watched out the window as the plane taxied and gathered speed on the
runway, finally lifting off with a lurch I felt deep in my stomach.
Otherwise it was very smooth, and soon the ground was a long way below us.
"Tuck your feet up onto the seat inside your dress, then pull your hands
into your dress and cross them behind your back." Alan whispered to me.
I smiled and nodded, undoing my seat belt to give me more room to comply.
Once my hands were in place, I heard a rip behind me, it sounded like
velcro, and a moment later Alan's cold hand found the small of my back.
There must have been a flap built in to the back of the dress.
I felt a plastic cable tie being looped around my wrists, which was pulled
tight.  My hands were now trapped.
a little digging on Alan's part and he found my feet. another tie locked
them together,and a third connected them to my bound hands. I was now
hogtied.
While he did all this I kept a careful eye out for anyone who might have
paid attention to what we were doing, but Alan's body and slow careful
moves, hid from sight our little game.
Once he was done, I felt him seal up the flap and settle into his seat.
A moment later he got up and dug a pillow and blanket from out of an
overhead compartment. He tucked the pillow under my head and spread the
blanket over me.
Digging in his carry on bag, he produced one of those drug store blindfolds
for the sleepless, and put it over my eyes. 
Again I was sightless. He told me to pretend to sleep.
We had been in the air for a while before he decided to spill the beans.
"Okay," he said, "as you guessed, we're going to New York. But it isn't a
vacation. For either of us."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Do you trust me? Do you really trust me?"
"What kind of question is that?  You know I trust you. I trust you with my
life everyday!"
"Well, we're going to test that trust on this trip."
I was getting a little scared, but it was a good kind of scared, such as
you would get when climbing into a new roller coaster.
"Go on."
"I'm not supposed to tell you much, but we won't be together until we come
home.  I'm going to be in the city on business, and I thought while I was
there I would place you with a kenneling service I know operates there."
"A kenneling service?"
"Yep.  It caters exclusively to submissives and those for whom bondage is a
major part of their lives. Believe me, you qualify."  he said with a
chuckle.
I didn't know what to think. He was planning on leaving me with strangers.
"I'm not sure about this." I said slowly.
"The place is run by a woman who has been in the business for years, her
staff is entirely female. The only men allowed in the building are either
the...owners...of the kenneled pets, and even they only get to see a couple
of the rooms in the place, or the male submissives that may be kenneled
there.  The privacy of the 'Pets', as they like to call them, is completely
assured. Believe me, I've checked this place out, talked to a lot of people
about it. It has a great reputation."
"But you want to leave me with strangers."
"I think you will enjoy it."  He leaned toward me and gave me a kiss. 
"Don't worry, you'll be perfectly safe there."
I said nothing else for the rest of the flight. My mind was a whirl from
what he had said. I found myself actually liking the idea of being
'kenneled'. Somehow it had an appeal.
I eventually went to sleep, and was woken by Alan as he cut the ties that
had held me in one position for so long.
We were close to landing and he thought it was time I woke up.
I stretched, and got out of the seat, walking stiffly toward the bathroom.
Splashing water on my face, I looked in the mirror and asked myself if I
wanted to go to this place Alan had told me about.  With a smile I told
myself yes.

After collecting our bags, we found a cab and Alan handed the driver a
piece of paper with the address to the kennel on it. Then he dug in his
pocket and handed me a pair of sunglasses.
"Put these on, and don't take them off until you are told to."
I nodded and put on the wrap around sunglasses.  Of course, the insides had
been blacked out.  I wouldn't get to see any of the city's sights this
trip.  I was pretty disappointed.
the drive seemed to take along time, but eventually we stopped for good and
Alan helped me out of the car.
We were on a city street, I could tell that from the traffic, but other
than that I had no idea what was around us.
Alan led me through a doorway and we were inside.
I stood obediently while Alan talked to the receptionist.
"Alan Wells. I have an appointment."
"Certainly, Sir. If you have a seat a technician will be with you shortly."
"Thank you."
I was guided a few steps away, but instead of standing, Alan had me kneel.
"Now I want you to listen carefully." Alan whispered in my ear. "This is
your last chance to back out. Do you want to?"
"No." I whispered back with a lump in my throat.
"Good. In a moment someone will come to get you and take you away. We will
not see each other again until I come get you. I'm not going to say how
long that will be because I don't really know. But it will be at least a
few days, maybe a week.
You have to promise me that you will do what they say. They know about your
likes and dislikes and will fit them in as best as they can, but you may
find a lot of new things going on here that might unsettle you.  Also, I
want you to know, that everything they do to you here has my approval, in
fact some of it is at my own request.
It's going to make me as horny as hell knowing what you're going through
here, and I wish I could watch, but that's against the rules.
Anyway, you'll be okay, and I'll be back."
He gave me a deep kiss, and then released me. I heard someone come up
behind me.
"Hi, I'm Tonya, Mr. Wells. Is this, Maria?"
"Yes. Here is her packet."
"Thank you Sir. We'll see you soon."
I listened for one more good bye from Alan, but instead he walked away
without a word. My life was now in the hands of people I didn't know.
Could I do this?  I had too.
"Please put your hands inside the dress, Maria." Tonya said sweetly.
I did so and heard the jingle of metal as she opened the flap in the rear
and cuffed my wrists behind me. She then put a leather collar around my
neck and clipped something to it.
"Come now." she said, and I felt a tug at the collar. She led me by the
leash, with me still blinded by the sun glasses through a door and down a
corridor and into another room.
"Now just relax, Maria, and I'll explain a few things since this is your
first time here.
>From now on you don't talk unless given permission, all right?"
I nodded.
"Good. All you need to do is obey the rules and follow the schedule and
you'll be fine. You'll learn them as we go along. But first we have to get
you undressed."
Tonya lifted the dress up and pulled it over my head, then she had me step
out of my shoes so I was barefoot as well. All that was left were my
glasses.
"Stand with your feet apart." I was told, so I did, growing very
embarrassed at my nudity in front of this stranger.
The door opened and closed and I jumped.
"Is she ready yet?" a female voice said.
"I just got started, Maam."  replied Tonya.
There was a rustling of some paper and I stood stock still, afraid to move.
"Maria, I need to confirm a few things about your medical history, you may
talk when answering." said the unknown woman.
"Yes, Maam." I replied. Why had I said 'Maam'?
She asked me first about my allergies and prior illnesses, then about any
aches and pains I might have now, then she asked about the injuries I had
suffered and took a moment to probe my ribs and examine the scars.
I began to get the impression that she was a doctor as the questioning
continued, and when I was lifted onto an examining table and given a
thorough check up, including a pelvic exam and blood work, my suspicions
seemed confirmed.
Both women left me on the table after a while, my ankles strapped into the
stirrups that held them wide apart, and went out the door.
I wasn't uncomfortable, but being left so open, where anyone who stumbled
into the room could see me, did make me flush.
Eventually they came back and the doctor announced that I was fit and ready
to enter the kennel.
"All we have to do is get you outfitted." Tonya said.
I was let down off the table and stood silently again while Tonya took off
the collar. She replaced it with a bigger one. It was very stiff and fitted
right under my chin.  I recognized it as a posture collar. Once it was on
and tightened, I found it impossible to turn my head or tip it forward or
back. My head was locked in a straight ahead pose.
"Now, this is very important." Tonya told me. "I want you to close your
eyes, and not open them until I tell you, okay?"
I nodded, and tightly clenched my eyes. I had no intention of finding out
what would happen if I disobeyed an order.
Tonya carefully pulled off my glasses, checking to make sure my eyes were
shut before removing them completely, then she started fastening a harness
around my head, pulling my hair through a ring in the back to form a
ponytail.
I heard movement, and then was introduced to the strangest gag I had ever
worn.
It was like a horse's bit, only without the bar across the middle. A padded
metal prong extended down each side of my mouth between my teeth and was
wedged in the space between my back molars. I was told to bite down and I
did, pulling my mouth about half closed but that was all.  A chin strap was
fastened, and I was told to relax my jaw.
I found that I could move my jaw only a little bit, I couldn't close it, or
open it all the way. If I didn't fight it, it was quite comfortable.
"Stick out your tongue."
I did so, and found I had just enough room to do so.
"Good, put it back."
I felt more fumbling as the harness was tightened a little more, then I
felt something brush my nose, the familiar smell of stiff leather.
"Okay, you can open your eyes now."
I opened them, and was surprised.  All I could see was leather.  Looking
around I could see that a large piece of leather was wrapped around the
front of my head, blocking my vision, yet not blinding me completely.
Looking down, I could see through a gap between the bottom of the leather
blinder and my cheeks.  I could see enough to walk without tripping, but
that was all, my breasts hiding most of the floor from me. Unable to move
my head, I was limited to a few inches of what was directly in front of me.
"The gag and blinder will stay on you the whole time you are here."  the
doctor said. "It's for your own protection and the protection of the other
Pets.  Without exception, all the Pets here wear exactly the same thing."
I nodded, or at least tried to. I ended up nodding my entire body which
embarrassed me further by making my breasts sway.
Tonya, I think, started putting more straps on me. A harness of some sort.
Straps went over my shoulders and around my body. A wide belt was put
around my waist, and the familiar feel of a chastity strap was passed
between my legs. I felt a strap go around my chest right under my breasts
and was relieved to feel two cups attached to it to give me a little
support.  About the only thing I worried about, being naked all the time,
was the lack of support my breasts were getting.  I had tried to talk Alan
into letting me wear at least half cut bras, but so far with no luck.
This one felt like it was only a quarter cup bra, and Tonya didn't hesitate
to shift my breasts around so that they sat comfortably.  Just another
thing to add to my embarrassment.
The last thing she did was place leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me,
unlocking the handcuffs that had held me all this time and locking each
wrist to the belt I wore around my waist.
She hobbled the ankle cuffs, and then clipped a leash to the posture
collar.
"We'll take it easy until you get used to walking with your blinder on, but
you'll soon get the hang of it." Tonya said. "I should know, I've worn it
myself a few times."
She laughed, and I laughed with her. She seemed determined to set me at
ease. I was grateful.
She led me out of the room and I watched the floor as we walked.  She was
right, being able to see where I could put my feet made me more confident
in my walking.
We came to a door that sounded like a huge cage rattling as it opened.
As we passed through, a voice called out to Tonya that it was exercise time
and that I should be taken out to the yard.
I followed the tugs on the leash until we were standing in a larger room
with a tile floor.
"This is the bathroom and shower area. I know you can't see it, but all you
need to know is on the floor. I'll lead you around and you pay attention to
the color of the floor.
We're now on a yellow area, this is where you will urinate, when you are
told to.  Please do so now."
I was surprised. She really expected me to go where I was standing?
"You have to do it now, you only get a few opportunities a day to relieve
yourselves, and we frown on anyone messing their cages."
Feeling extremely embarrassed, I squatted a little and let out a small
amount of pee. I was glad she couldn't see my face.
When I was done, she guided me over to another part of the room.
"We're now in the brown area, here is where you defecate, please do so
now."
I couldn't. I really couldn't.
"If you fail to defecate more than three times in a row, we will enema you
to clear your colon.  We can skip this now, but you had better be able to
wait until you are next brought here."
Her voice was stern. I didn't want to disobey her, but I couldn't do this
now.
I just stood.
"Okay.  Usually, the entire group is brought here together for shower time
once a day, you don't have to do anything but stand in here, the whole room
gets sprayed.  You missed todays, you'll get a shower tomorrow.
Now I'll take you out to the yard where you will meet the other Pets. This
is the only time of the day you will be with them, each cage is single
occupancy only. There is to be no physical interaction with any of them. We
know that the majority of you are highly sexually charged when you come
here, but our job is to look after you as your owners instruct us, not to
let you run free and get off with the other Pets.  Okay?"
A tug on my leash and we walked through a couple of doors and out into the
open air.
It was cool, but the sun still had some warmth in it.
I felt goose bumps on my skin and wished I could flap my arms to get warm.
The leash was detached and Tonya had one last thing to say to me before
walking away.
"When everyone is called in someone will show you to your cage.  Remember,
someone is watching over all of you at all times. You are perfectly safe."
She patted me on the shoulder and left me alone.  I stood for a moment,
unsure of what to do.
"When out in the yard, you're supposed to keep moving." said another female
voice. I guessed it to be another technician, I figured anyone who could
talk, wasn't a Pet.
I began moving, watching where I put my feet. As I moved I realized there
were a lot of people out her with me.  A lot of naked people. I would bump
into shoulders, backs and chests.  In the case of the other women out here,
that meant rubbing nipples.  There was such a small field of view available
to me that collisions were unavoidable.  What struck me as funny was the
silence. There was no "Oh sorry, excuse me."  from any of us. Instead there
might have been a moan or two but that was all.
The yard must have been large though, it took me a while to get to a wire
fence that marked one of it's boundaries. I wondered what was beyond it,
and if the whole city had a few of us naked and blind people, wondering
around bumping into each other.
I was still thinking about it when a bell sounded and the woman's voice I
heard earlier started calling us in.
She sounded like she was calling in the cows to be milked, and I expect
that was how we were going to be treated, like livestock.
The bell kept going and I assumed that was to give us a direction to walk
in, so I followed the sound into the crowd.
It was very strange being pressed together as we were. Naked and bound. But
I felt comfortable in my anonymity, it began to bother me less and less.
I jumped and yelped. Someone had pinched me in the butt.
I laughed.
We were all led into the bathroom again, and the smell told me that
everyone was taking advantage of it.
Again I was embarrassed, but peer pressure ruled. I peed, then was even
brave enough to use the brown tiles.  I wondered about how I was going to
wipe myself, when I felt a hand at my butt.
"It's okay, I'm just going to wipe you." said a new voice.
another bell led us out of the room and I followed the crowd through a
door.
I don't know what I was expecting.  All this talk of being in a kennel
prepared me for the sound of barking and whining dogs, but of course, we
were the dogs.
I stopped moving, unsure of where to go, until I felt a hand at my elbow.
"Look at the floor, see the numbers in front of each cage?"
I attempted to nod.
"Yours is 23. Just walk along until you get to your number and then kneel
down facing it and wait. Do this every time you come in here."
I did as she told me, and watched for my number, kneeling on the concrete
floor when I found it.
I heard a lot of chains jingling, and the sound of locks being closed.
The sounds were scattered around the room, but one set seemed to be getting
closer.  I assumed that each Pet was having their bondage adjusted in some
way.
Soon someone was behind me.
"A new girl, huh?" the woman said. "Okay, I'll tell you how the cage works.
It's simple. The floor is two colors. Green on the half nearest the door,
red on the other half. This is so you can stay oriented.  The cage isn't
high enough for you to stand, but that's okay for you won't be able to
anyway.
Next to the door you will see a patch of floor colored blue. This is the
feeding area. Just kneel upright at that spot and you will find water
whenever you want it. You will also find food there at meal times.
In the far corner in the red area, is a area marked in black. About a foot
above this area is a large panic button.
If, for some reason you have an emergency. Bad pain, or cramps or something
that needs immediate attention, you can press that and someone will come
running. But it had better be a real emergency, okay.  Now scoot in."
While she had been talking, I felt her unlock my wrists from the belt and
lock them together behind me. She then passed a chain around my hobble and
through my wrist cuffs. I was now hogtied again, but very loosely. 
I felt a pat on my rear and shuffled forward on my knees.
The floor that I could see changed color to green and became padded, a big
improvement on the concrete.  I kept going until I heard the cage door shut
behind me. The lock was turned, and I assume the woman went on.
So, this was to be my new home for the next few days.
I shuffled around, to see how big it was. It wasn't very.
I may have been able to lay out flat in it if I hadn't been hogtied, and it
wasn't very wide.
I moved around the green area until I found the blue spot where I could
eat. I was getting thirsty, something that always happens when your mouth
is kept open.
I knelt up straight, and moved my body around in an effort to find out how
I was to get water, and bumped into a rubber projection coming out of the
wall of the cage.
It was a dildo, a thin one.
I had to laugh. I caught on right away that this was what I was supposed to
drink from. I liked the touch.
I got it into my mouth, it was a tight fit the way my mouth was held open,
and started to suck. My tongue told me that it's shape was very realistic,
and so was it's texture. The only trouble was that I wasn't getting
anything no matter how much I tried.
I pulled back, and repositioned myself for another try, and bumped into a
second dildo, just like the first one.
Could there be water in this one?
I gave it a try, and after a few seconds I had something to drink. Whoever
designed this had a sense of humor. Instead of just letting the water come
out, my sucking must have activated a pump that shot the water out in
small, quick, spurts. Just like the real thing.  And just like the real
thing it stopped before I was done drinking. After sucking on it some more
I found I could get nothing more out of it. I decided to wait for a little
bit and try again. Maybe, like a real guy,  it needed twenty minutes to
recuperate.
While I waited I tried the other dildo again, but it remained stubbornly
dry. Perhaps that was how I was gong to be fed too.
After I had managed to coax three drinks out of the water dildo, I heard
voices.  At least three or four women were walking from cage to cage,
talking to the Pets.  When one came up to me, she told me it was time to
eat, so I got up and began sucking on the dry dildo. Immediately I got a
thick fluid in my mouth that had a salty taste to it. I don't know how they
did it, and I wish I had the recipe, but it tasted very similar to you know
what.
This dildo didn't stop with just a short gusher. There was enough there to
fill my growling belly.
"There's a good girl," said the female tech, "you like that don't you?  You
have to eat it all, no spilling. Make sure the dildo is clean when you are
done, and drink lots of water."
I would have nodded, but the dildo was still pumping out food, and I was
swallowing it as best I could.
It finally got done and I licked it clean as best I could, before moving
back to the water dildo for a brief drink.
I began to think, as I knelt there sucking, that I, and the other Pets
here, must make an interesting picture, sucking at these dildos over and
over again.  What a way to reinforce a behavior pattern. I certainly am
going to be well practiced by the time Alan comes back for me.
After I quenched my thirst, I lay on my side, and drifted to sleep with a
smile on my face.



End of Part 3.


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