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You wrapped a large towel round me and patted me dry, then took a bottle of massage oil from the shelf. Skillfully you worked your way down me from head to foot, oiling the whole of my body till every muscle gleamed and shone as if I was a prize horse. The sensation of your hands running over every inch of me, seeming to take possession of me, excited me immeasurably. Before long the ex-peanut was doing its best not to look out of place on a horse either.

Then you secured my hands behind my back again, this time powdering my wrists and using the leather cuffs so that, as you explained to me, I would be able to wear them all day, if you wished. Next you strapped a black leather cock and ball harness onto my now erect member. The forward strap of the harness had a steel ring attached; something I had never seen before. I was puzzling over its purpose, but just then you commanded me to kneel and touch my forehead to the floor. I did so, knowing that in this position my ass was presented to you perfectly. I trembled a little in anticipation of a blow. "Don't be nervous" you reassured me quietly "I'm just going to lube your ass up ready for your first butt plug." This was not such comforting news, but the coaxing tone of your voicing and the fingers gently working the lube into my asshole enabled the muscles around it to relax slowly. The plug felt cold and smooth and shiny, chromed steel I guessed, and my sphincter tightened involuntarily at the first icy touch. But your patient voice and the gentle, insistent pressure helped me relax again and the plug slid slowly further in, opening me wider and wider. Just as I thought my ring could stretch no more, the shoulder of the plug was passed and the contraction of my muscles pulled it quickly the rest of the way in. "Good boy" you said proudly "You did that perfectly." I felt a glow of satisfaction in your approval.

"Now get up." I stood and experienced the unfamiliar but not altogether unpleasant heavy sensation of fullness in my rear. But you didn't give me much time to think about it. Attaching a chain leash to the ring in the cock and ball harness you said "Come on, boy; time for breakfast." I quickly learned the literal truth of that famous saying 'If you've got 'em by the balls their hearts and minds will follow'. You led me into the kitchen and I made sure to keep up. I looked at the table, but it was empty. "There is your breakfast," you said, indicating a dog's bowl on the floor. Look, It's even got your name on, Monty. I got it for you at the pet store specially. Don't I take good care of you?"

It was no dog-food, however. The food smelt good; it was something Italian, cut into bite sized chunks, but there was a decidedly modest amount. "That's all you will get till this evening" you said, reading the disappointment in my eyes. "You will only be fed twice a day, so I advise you not to eat it all at once; during the week you'll need to make it last till I get home in the evening. I won't be here to feed you at lunchtimes. I know it's not very much. But quite honestly you could do with losing a little weight, and if you end up a little bit hungry, so much the better. Perhaps I will find some way that you can earn some extra treats," you grinned. "There isn't much water either," you said, pointing to a half-full water bowl nearby, "but remember that I won't be here during the day and you won't be able to use the bathroom with that harness on or the butt-plug in. And I will be very cross if I come home and find a mess. So I think you had better get used to that idea."

But how was I supposed to eat the stuff? My hands were still chained behind my back.

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