It was impossible to say with any certainty, but his best estimate was that he’d been here for 12 hours, maybe longer.
Master had informed him Friday morning that he’d be on loan for the weekend and that He would check on him from time to time.
Following Master’s instructions he had left their home in Manhattan and taken the train to Brooklyn carrying only his cell phone, for which he was to provide the passcode upon arrival.
Exiting the subway station he walked four blocks before arriving at the address provided where he found an old, industrial building, with a young man standing at the door, seemingly waiting for him. As he approached the building the young man didn’t greet him or even make eye contact, but stretched out his hand and told him to hand over his phone and passcode. The tracked with the instructions Master had given that morning so, as always, he complied.
“Follow me,” said the young man as he opened the rusted metal door to reveal a dimly lit hallway. They walked the length of the hallway, and descended the stairs to a small, completely empty, room with the dimmest of light provided by a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The young man told him to undress, kneel, and wait. About ten minutes later he heard the door behind him open and heavy footsteps approaching.
“Do not turn to look at me, just do as your told” said a deep, masculine voice from behind. “This weekend will be hard on you, but your Master has promised that you are up to the task.” Having served his Master for five years now, he was honored to hear these words, but couldn’t help but wonder what Master had in store for him and steeled himself to not disappoint.
As the man was speaking he was inserting earbuds into the slave’s ears, and then, pulled a leather hood over his head that completely blocked his vision, but thankfully was open for his nose and mouth.
And then, to his surprise, he heard Master’s voice. “You’re probably wondering what is happening. With your passcode, your handlers for the weekend have called me on your phone. You will hear from me throughout the weekend to update you on what's happening to you and to let you know how you can improve your service. This is a rough scene. You’re going to change afterward, at least that's the plan, but it’s what I’ve decided is necessary for your growth as a slave. Don’t disappoint me.”
With that, the slow bass beat of dungeon music started to play in his ears as he felt someone lifting him up and guiding him forward. With no vision, he followed with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.
