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While he does that, I bring in a longer chain I had ready in the bedroom, lock it to the toilet where the shorter chain is locked, and then lock the other end to the D-ring on the collar.

“Where’s the padlock key?”

He points to the sink and I see it sitting there.

I palm it and step back to the doorway before I toss him the key that will unlock the lock on his waist. “Good boys earn rewards. Remember that. Have you been using the buttplug?”

“Yes, Sir. I go to sleep with it in and take it out when I wake up to pee in the middle of the night. And I wear it off and on during the day so I’m ready for you.”

He is well-trained. I leave the bathroom door open and move the bed so it’s close to the bathroom door. He doesn’t have enough chain to make it to the bedroom door or to the window.

He’ll have to earn that.

He watches me do all of this without moving, just watching me.

When I finish, I motion to him. “You can unlock the waist lock. Manacles and shackles stay on, for now. You may come out of the bathroom.

After unlocking the waist lock, he slowly stands and shuffles into the bathroom doorway, staring around.

“I’ll be back at dinner,” I tell him, locking the bedroom door behind me.

What he does next will help shape the next days and weeks.

* * * *

At dinnertime, I find him kneeling on the floor next to the bed, but ass pointed at the door.

“Good boy. Up on the bed. Sit on a towel. You can eat sitting there.”

He complies and I step back while he eats.

“Retired General Coltrane Cunningham,” I say.

He stops chewing and I swear he goes absolutely white. “Yes, Sir?”

“I have a grudge of my own against him.”

“You…do?”

“Yeah.” I tell him what I know and see the color slowly drain back into his features. “I also have a plan, but you and I have unfinished business here. I can’t very well take a feral, unproven pet who’s supposed to be dead overseas. There are a few steps first. Trust to establish. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your choice—hands free, or feet free?”

He studies me for a moment. “Which would Sir prefer?”

I shake my head. “No. I asked you. If I give you a choice, make it.”

He thinks for a moment. “Feet, Sir.”

“Why?”

He actually blushes. “So when you fuck me like you did, I can wrap my legs around you and see your face easily.”

My eyebrow slowly arches. “Excellent reason.” I walk over and drop the key in his lap. Leave them unlocked and on the dresser.” Then I ruffle his hair. “Such a good boy. I’ll be back soon. You can lie on the bed. With the exception of the other rules, you’re free to move around the full length of your chain.”

I leave him alone up there for an hour. When I return, he’s washed his dishes and set them on the dresser.