At first, you could not sleep. Being in the darkness in a cage made you feel incredibly vulnerable, and truth be told, you were a little scared. Stuck in a cage in a strange house. The tears flowed from your eyes before you could stop them, and you understood why animals often cried to be let out of their confinements.
Eventually exhaustion overcame you, and you curled up, settling down to sleep.
That was possibly the worst sleep of your life. You could barely maneuver around in the cramped space, and your body ached from not being able to stretch. You moved where you were able to, but the cage still was not very accommodating.
You had no idea what time it was, as your phone was left in your purse, still on the floor of the room near your clothes. But you could only guess that Seán would return in the morning.
Sure enough, his footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, and you perked up a little bit. He was smiling gently at you. "How did we sleep?" he asked quietly.
"N-not very well, sir," you admitted.
"Did you cry last night? Some have before." When you nodded he seemed satisfied. "I heard no begging to be let out. You've adapted quickly to be my sub, you know." He knelt down by the door of the cage and began to unlock the thing, making you breathe a sigh of relief.
Once the door was opened, he stepped aside to let you out, and you happily crawled out of the cage, sitting down to stretch your legs out. They ached terribly, but you knew it could have been worse.
Your dom knelt beside you, hands on your thighs and rubbing them in a soothing manner. "The aching will ease soon enough," he assured you, massaging your legs to get the blood flowing. "Are you hungry?"
Your growling stomach replied for you, and he chuckled. Making a motion to follow he returned upstairs, wandering back into the kitchen.
Like the day prior, he prepared breakfast and set it into your pet food bowl, along with some fresh water. "Don't worry, I have already cleaned the bowls. I would not dare make you eat from dirty ones."
You dug in, surprised at your own eagerness to be eating out of a pet bowl. But food was food, and that meant energy.
Seán smiled as he watched you eating eagerly. You were training to be a fine pet. And really, wasn't that all a sub was? A pet, a plaything for their dom to use and enjoy? "In the mornings I usually watch the news, at least on the weekends. Come," he demanded softly, motioning for you to follow. You did so, on all fours, of course.
He walked into the living room and turned on his television, a huge flatscreen that seemed expensive. How could he afford such things on a professor's salary? You wanted to ask, but did not dare open your mouth to do so.
He flopped down on the sofa and lifted his legs up. "Stay beneath them," he spoke, gesturing to his feet. "Elevate them and stay there while I watch."
You wanted to sigh but held it in. Crawling beneath his feet, he eased them down onto your back, where you stayed on your hands and knees, playing as a footstool. They weren't heavy, per se, so it wasn't really bothersome, and you wanted to be a good sub and show him that you were versatile.
It was still demeaning.
I wonder what Steph would say to something like this. She would probably be just as eager as I am to prove herself. But this is just so embarrassing. At least he lives alone.
The news turned out to be one of those programs that lasted a full hour, and by the end of it the heels of his feet were digging into your back. You winced and shifted slightly, fearing his reaction, but he made no sound. You could feel his eyes on you, however.
Once the program was finished, he removed his feet and leaned over, turning your head towards his and stroking your cheek. "That's my good little kitten. Why don't you sit up here on the couch with me, hmm?"
Something in your belly twisted in a pleasant way; you knew this was a reward, so you sat beside him, allowing his arm to pull you close as the two of you watched television together. It would have been a cute scene, if you weren't still naked.
Soon enough Seán turned your head to face his again, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "Do you know what you just did? Do you know what it's called?" he murmured to you.
You shook your head. "No, sir. I don't."
"It's called a service position. A pose or a stance that is done whenever I request it or I do something specific. Like wanting to watch TV; I expect you to be on all fours, ready to elevate my legs whenever I watch it." He took hold of one of your hands and kissed the back of it.
"Are there... any other service positions you want me to be in?"
He grinned. Just that simple gesture made your stomach twist pleasantly again. "As a matter of fact, yes. When I enter a room, I want you on your knees for me. Can you do that?"
"Yes, sir. Should I get on my knees now?"
Seán shook his head. "No, you seem comfortable here with me on the couch, and I like this." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and in that single moment you felt loved, of all things.
Were you falling for him?
