Chapter 3 Sweet Dreams

I had been kneeling in front of the empty couch for quite some time before Oliver and Rosabel entered the room. It had been so long in fact that I began to wonder if my instructions to wait were really some kind of test; seeing how long I would go before I went against a direct order from my captors. But this was not the case, Oliver and Rosabel were simply taking their time enjoying the dinner that they had made for themselves and they were paying no attention to me. It was no matter, I supposed, although my knees were in pain. This atleast gave me a chance to look around the room and get a feel for things. Their living room had a very lovely white couch; modern and chic but it still seemed comfortable. There was a new glow of warmth in that room as the beginning of nightfall caused the indoor lightning to turn on automatically.

I was admiring the intricately engraved hanging lights when Rosabel and Oliver finally entered the room, sauntering in like they had just left the spa. They had been giggling in each other’s ears, saying things I couldn’t make out while I waited patiently to be acknowledged. They sat down on the couch, Oliver threw his arm over Rosabel’s shoulder, she snuggled close to him, and then they looked up at me and smiled as if I was a guest and not a captive.

“I’m all full now, aren’t you, Adam?” Rosabel said. “That was a good dinner, wasn’t it?”

I nodded my head and they both giggled at me. Then Rosabel waved me over, saying “Come here, come close. We want to talk to you.”

I shuffled towards them until I was right in front of both Oliver and Rosabel’s knees. I thought that at any moment one of them would order me to the floor and I’d be licking their toes again but instead, Rosabel began running her hand through my hair, caressing me like a pet.

“We need to go over some things with you now, sweetie; some rules and expectations now that we’ve scared you into submission,” Rosabel explained. “Do you think you can cooperate? Because if not it's going to be more punishment. You don’t want more punishment, do you?”

“No, no, Rosabel,” I said as I shook my head.

Oliver grinned and said, “I think he does.” He lifted his foot to my crotch again and I winced but he did not kick me that time. He simply began running his foot down the length of my balls and tapping at the cage on my penis. I was frozen now, thinking that any sudden movement meant a hard kick to my balls.

“Be nice, Oliver,” Rosabel teased. “Now, Adam. The first thing we need to get out of the way is how we should be addressed. We let you get away with calling us by our first names for today but from now on it’s Mistress and Master. Or ma’am or sir or Mistress Rosabel and Master Oliver, whichever feels right to you in the moment. Do you understand?” she asked while she gave me an eye that said this was my first test.

“Yes, Mistress Rosabel,” I replied.

Rosabel smiled.

“And we get to call you whatever we want,” Oliver added. “Whatever you deserve to be called is what we’ll call you. So if we call you bitch that means you’re our bitch. If we call you stupid that means you were being stupid. You got that.”

“Yes, Master Oliver.”

“Good. Now tell him about his chores, babe.”

“Yes, Adam, since you are a slave you’ll be doing all of the chores around here which means cleaning, laundry, dishes, all of that. You’ll do the chores how we ask, when we ask, and we won’t hear any complaints. Right now we’ve got our dishes from dinner which you can clean up later.” Rosabel told me. “Now, have you got any questions so far?”

I was taken aback when she said that. I hadn’t realized I’d be given the opportunity to have any input. “May--May I speak, ma’am?” I asked.

“Yes, you may speak, stupid. I just asked if you had any questions,” replied Rosabel.

“I’m sorry, mistress, I--”

“You should be sorry. Remind us, Adam, what does it mean when we call you stupid?”

“It means that I’m stupid, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” she said and I smiled at the sound of those words coming from her lips. She called me a good boy! That meant I was a good boy.

“Now ask your questions and make them quick!” Oliver said.

My eyes darted back and forth as I thought of what to say. ‘When can I leave?’ felt like a naive question. ‘May I borrow your phone to call the police?’ surely wouldn’t have worked. I swallowed hard to muster the confidence to speak and I asked, “Will this cage be on my penis for much longer?”

Oliver laughed. “That cage,” he said as he flicked it with his toe lightly enough for me not to recoil, “is called a chastity cage and it’s on your penis so that you don’t get any pleasure. When we allow you to have pleasure and release is when it’ll come off. But until then it stays on.”

“Yes,” corroborated Rosabel. “Now should we tell him about our pleasure?”

“I think we should,” said Oliver as he ran his hand through my hair to the back of my head and then pulled me towards him so that I was inches away from his crotch. “Open your mouth,” he said.

I obeyed and then he brought my head down to his crotch so that I could feel the shape of his penis through his pants with my mouth. “You feel that? How does it feel?” he asked.

“It feels hard, sir,” I managed to say.

“That’s right. That’s what a hard cock feels like. That’s what your cock will never feel like again without our permission. Now, I want you to feel the size of it with your mouth. Tell me how that feels.”

I felt the fabric of his pants up towards his chest with my lips hugging right around his shaft all while Oliver and Rosabel continued to caress my head and smile down at me. “It feels big, sir,” I said.

“That’s right,” said Oliver. “And pretty soon you’re gonna learn how to suck this big cock; how to have it all the way down your throat. You’re gonna have to taste the whole thing whenever I want and I’m going to fuck your face for as long as I want.”

“And you’ll learn to eat my pussy too,” added Rosabel. “And you’ll be eating my ass and your master’s ass whenever we want it. Any kind of pleasure you can provide is what you’ll be doing. And speaking of ass, have you ever been fucked before?”

“N-no, mistress,” I trembled.

Rosabel smiled and said, “That’s okay, sweetie. That means we can teach you how to be a good hole. Master is going to fuck your ass too whenever he likes and pretty soon that little hole of yours will be perfect for him.

I wasn’t sure how to react; whether to scream or whimper. I was so stunned I could not speak. Oliver pulled me away from his crotch and suddenly my hair was no longer being caressed by either of my captors. I saw Rosabel lean over towards the side table and pull out a small box that looked to contain some kind of jewelry; perhaps a necklace or a bracelet.

“We got a gift for your first day,” Oliver explained.

Rosabel admired the box and held it out so that I could admire it too and then said, “Check this out! You’re going to love this, Adam. We got this made just for you.”

Rosabel opened the box to reveal what to my eyes seemed to be a dog collar. She pulled the collar out and showed me the glittering golden heart-shaped dog tag that was attached to it. “Isn’t this so pretty?” she said. “We got it engraved so that on this side it says ‘Slave Adam’ and on the other side--” she flipped the dog tag around, “--it says ‘Property of Master Oliver and Mistress Rosabel’. Let's see how you look in it.”

Rosabel wrapped her hands around the back of my neck, adjusted the collar so that my dog tag was facing in the front and then clasped it closed around me and, as she did this, I felt the same romantic tension between us that one feels when the person in charge of a rollercoaster ride makes sure your seatbelt is secure. “A perfect fit, look at that!” she said.

This must have been quite an expensive accessory, I thought, what with the fine leather collar and the custom engraved, gold dog tag. I was quite flattered that they had prepared this for me while at the same time being quite worried that they had made such a large investment. It didn't seem like they intended for me to leave captivity any time soon.

“Aw, he looks so cute in it, doesn’t he, Olli?” beamed Rosabel.

“He sure does.”

My cheeks turned rosy and I couldn’t help but feign eye contact and look down at the ground in front of me. I caught sight of my chastity cage once again and that was when it registered to me that I had become completely docile. With my penis in a cage and my neck collared like a dog, there was nothing I could do to escape. At that moment, another question popped into my head and, although I feared I may not be permitted to ask questions at that time, I could not stop myself from inquiring.

“Um…Master? Mistress? May I ask another question?”

“Yes, you may,” answered Rosabel.

“Will I be allowed to leave the house at some--” I saw devilish grins grow on my mistress and master’s faces like they were sadistically pleased I was about to ask such a foolish question so I quickly clarified, by saying, “--I mean, under your supervision of course! L-l-l-l-like will I get to go out from time to time?”

“Oh, of course, sweetie,” giggled Rosabel. “You think we would train a slave as cute as you just to keep you in the house all the time? We’ve got to show you off.”

“Yes, but we won’t be doing that right away, “ clarified Oliver. “We’ve gotta make sure you’re nice and obedient before we let you go out. We don’t want you getting into any trouble.”

This put me slightly at ease. I was already missing the outside world in the short time I had been captive so it soothed me to think that all I had to do to see it again would be to stay on my best behaviour.

“I think it’s time you got to your chores,” Rosabel said to me. “The dishes are in the sink and then we want you to clean the dining room table and all of the counters. Make sure they are spotless. Olli is going to untie your hands and then tie up your legs so that you don’t scurry off. We’ll be here in the front room and we don’t want to hear a single peep from you until we are done. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Rosabel.”

Oliver reached behind me and untied the ropes keeping my hands together. Then he instructed me to stand and he took that same rope and tied it tightly around my legs so that I could only shuffle my feet to get where I needed to go. He pushed me in the direction of the kitchen and I could hear both Rosabel and Oliver giggling at me as I waddled away.

I tried to make quick work of the dishes in the sink so that I could go back to spending time with Oliver and Rosabel but there were quite a few stubborn stains on the plates and the bowls that I had to put a large effort into getting out. What made it worse was that I could still smell the delicious meal on their plates; their delicious meal that I had been deprived of. Finally, after finishing all of the washing and the drying and the putting away, I began to wipe down the counters. This wouldn’t have taken long in my home since I lived in modest accommodations but their kitchen was so large it must have taken me an hour to wipe the whole thing down. How frustrating it was to be made to clean like that! I know I could have gotten the whole task done in half the time had I not had the ropes around my legs slowing me down.

It seemed like I had finished my tasks though and I was all ready to call it a night when Wonky came into the kitchen with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Oliver called my name from the other room and said, “Wonky needs some water!”

I looked down at the dog bowl I had just cleaned and sighed, knowing I’d now have to wait for the dog to finish his water so that I could clean it again. That was what my life had become; serving the needs of a dog.

By the time all was said and done, it was completely dark outside and I was as sore as if I had just run a marathon. I waddled back into the front room, looking quite defeated as I dragged myself along, only to find that no one was there. I turned to see one room with a light on and I looked in the doorway to see Rosabel sitting at the side of a bed and tying her long dark hair into a ponytail. She noticed me and said “Come here, Adam! Are you all done?”

“Yes, mistress,” I answered as I slowly made my way over.

“Took him long enough,” I heard Oliver reply from the same room.

“Oh, Olli, stop. He’s still getting used to being bound. Here, come on, let’s get these off you.”

I was standing in their bedroom now as Rosabel leaned down to my feet and began untying the ropes at my ankles. As she did this I looked around the room. My master and mistress had quite a large and tall bed that took up most of the space. On the nightstands they had gorgeous pictures of them together; on vacation in swimsuits showing off their tanned bodies and pictures at their wedding looking so elegant and whimsical. Then, in the darkest corner of the room, there was a dog cage. That Wonky was a lucky dog, I thought after seeing how large his cage was. It had wide metal bars, a heavy wooden, varnished top, and a cushioned surface below. Any dog living in that would be living like a king. A human, on the other hand, would have to be quite desperate to stoop to living in a place like that. Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a dog, thought I. My captors likely had some prepared sleeping arrangements for me that they were just waiting for the opportunity to reveal.

“It’s bedtime, sweetie,” Rosabel told me. “Are you ready to go to bed?”

“Yes, mistress, I am,” I said, looking quite chipper considering I was about to have some uninterrupted rest.

“Alright, I’ll lock you up and then I need to get ready and we’ll shut the light. How does that sound?”

“Lock me up…?” I responded.

Just then, Oliver came out of the connected bathroom in just his boxers. He swaggered up to Rosabel and I and said, “I’m all done, babe. You can go ahead.”

Rosabel stood up, kissed Oliver, and then went off into the bathroom.

Oliver looked at me and said “Should we get you in the cage now, bitch?”

“Oliver, what do you mean ca--”

With one flourish in the blink of an eye, Oliver smacked my ass so hard that I fell down to my knees. “You address me as master! Do you understand that, slave?” he shouted as he tugged at my collar.

“Yes, master. Y-y-yes, I’m sorry, master,” I whimpered.

“Good, now get in the cage!”

He pulled me by my collar to the front of the cage and then he opened the door and nudged me in. I crawled inside and I heard the sound of a door closing behind me and a padlock locking shut.

“Now, you be quiet until Rosabel comes back,” he demanded.

I tried my hardest to not complain but I could not keep myself from whimpering. I hung my face low and waited in squalor and shame. Wonky re-entered the room at that point and he paid no attention to my predicament as he walked past my cage and lept onto the bed, as free as if he were running across swooping plains. Oliver pet the dog as he turned and laid on his belly and all I could do was watch from below.

Then, Rosabel came out of the bathroom with a breathtaking saunter. She had on loose silk pajama shorts with a pink ribbon bow and a white camisole hemmed just above her stomach. Her hair was in a loose ponytail so that nothing obstructed my view of her well-built, golden-brown arms and shoulders. The way she looked, with the shape of her natural form so clear to me, reminded me of the sculpted goddesses of antiquity when ampleness was a virtue.

I felt a tightness in my cage once again as she made her way towards the bed. Perhaps, at another time, the sight of this beauty would have lifted my spirits but then it only made me sadder. I trembled and whimpered while I fought hard to keep myself from sobbing.

Rosabel must have noticed my glum expression because, before she climbed into bed, she walked over to my cage and crouched down in front of me. “Adam?” she said. “Is something wrong?”

I tried to collect myself as best as I could before I said, “No, Mistress Rosabel. Nothing--uh--nothing is wrong.”

“Aw,” Rosabel soothed. ‘You’re scared, aren’t you?”

I knew for sure that this was some sort of test and that she would take any exposed weakness of mine as an opportunity for further humiliation. “No, ma’am, I’m not scared,” I answered.

“It’s okay, muffin. It’s okay to be scared. We were pretty mean to you today, weren’t we?”

“It’s okay, mistress. I--”

“The thing is,” she began as she reached her hand through a gap in the bars of my cage and began caressing my cheek, “we were just doing that so that you would be submissive to us. So that you always follow orders right away. And I know your master can be pretty mean sometimes but he only does that because he wants to make sure you’re well trained. You know what, Adam, once we teach how to be a really, really good slave, you’ll have such a good time with us. You won’t have any disobedient thoughts in that cute little head of yours and we’ll never have to punish you or call you any mean names. I think you’ll learn to behave in no time and you’ll be the best slave we could ever hope for. I knew from the first moment I saw you that you’d make a great slave. You’ve just got that little spark of submission in your eyes!”

I became quite flustered as I looked down at the floor of my cage, saying “Thank you, mistress.”

“You’re welcome, gorgeous. See, being a slave isn’t so bad, is it? You were all nervous and sad about nothing.”

“Yeah, I guess so, ma’am. I’m sorry, I--well, I just…T-thank you, Mistress Rosabel, for making me your slave.”

Rosabel smiled at me and then she slowly brought her hand away from my cheek. “It’s bedtime, now,” she said. “We’ve got plenty of work to do tomorrow but for now you rest. Do you want to give me a kiss goodnight?”

“Y-yes, please. Thank you, mistress.”

Rosabel held out her hand like she were royalty and, gently, I kissed her soft, golden fingers like I was her faithful underling. Then she pulled her hand away from my cage and said “Goodnight, muffin.”

“Goodnight, mistress,” I replied as she stood up. Rosabel gave one last flourish of taps on top of my cage to signal good night before she walked off and climbed into bed with Oliver. They looked so magnificent laying there together; so serene in their affection and I knew then that I wanted to be between them. I wanted to be the slave they both cuddled at night, the boy they had tamed and shaped together and I wanted to be perfect for them so that every kiss on the cheek and every pet name they called me had been earned and deserved. Then, the jeering eyes and snickering spectators who saw us would know that my submission was not an act of humiliation but an act of worship and devotion, and all of the tenderness and warmth I would receive for my devotion would be the absolute proof that I had chosen the proper deities.