Jared woke up unbound in his cage and stretched. He started with his legs, holding them straight as he leaned forward and tried to touch his toes

It was a rather large cage, because it had to be. Jared needed to be able to stretch out completely. He was still naked and still collared, but other than that it was alright. Bare, but altogether as physically comfortable as a cage could be.

The woman who bought Jared from his kidnappers was not happy about it. It didn’t annoy her quite as much as his lack of flexibility, but it was close. She hated the idea of giving her property this much comfort, and did it so he would be able to stretch himself and become more flexible.

Jared moved on to some shoulder stretches, dreading the coming day. He knew what would happen soon. His buyer would stroll into the room and give him cuffs to bind himself. Then she would take him out, and test his progress. If he still couldn’t touch his elbows together behind his back, she would punish him.

That was how almost every day went since Jared had been brought to this mansion, with its dungeons and arsenal of bondage gear. She would flog him. She liked doing that the most. Then she’d hogtie him, or put him on a medieval type stretcher. Experience was the only teacher more brutal than Jared’s owner.

After awhile, when he was starting a second round of stretches, Jared heard the clicking of stiletto heels. He stopped, and shifted into a kowtowing position. He’d originally thought to keep stretching when she walked into a room, but the punishment for his ‘lack of etiquette’ had been one of the worst.

The heels grew louder and louder until they stopped right in front of Jared’s head.

“Look up boy.” She commanded. Jared hated being called that. He was 26.

When he looked up, he was surprised to see someone new. Another slave, he could tell in an instant. The look in her eyes was unmistakable. But she was dressed. Not in much, just a sports bra and yoga pants on top of her collar, but that was more than him. She was cute, with long blonde hair in a high ponytail.

“Look at me,” Jared’s owner growled. His head swiveled to her. She looked more annoyed than usual. She was a shorter woman, with her black hair in a bun. The severe look on her face was harsher than usual. Her professional looking light blue dress made Jared think she would be going out soon.

“This is your new personal trainer,” she told Jared. “You will be working with her for at least three hours a day until I’m satisfied with your fitness and flexibility. If you’re not ready by next month, I’ll be selling both of you to a brothel.”  

Jared resisted gulping, and bowed his head.

“Good boy. Now let’s get you out of there, I have a busy day today, and I want to start it off with a good, relaxing beating.”