At the bottom we went through another door and into another small hall. There were four doors along the opposite wall. We went past the first two and Henry opened the third and in we went.

It was a dingy looking room, about 10' x 10' in size, painted a dark yellow and had a single, uncovered light bulb in the centre of the ceiling. There were no furnishings in the room, but smack dab in the center was a small cage. It was made of what looked like quarter inch stainless steel rods welded together. It measured about 2ft long by about 1 1/2 ft wide and 1 1/2 ft high. One end was on a hinge and was open.

Henry pulled me over to the cage and commanded, "It will get down on it's knees and crawl in".

I looked at him dumfounded. How in hell was I going to get in that tiny cage. I am 5'9" and weight 175 lbs. For a wimp I am pretty well built with a broad chest and thick thighs. Even with my hands free, getting into that cage would have been difficult. With my hands cuffed behind my back I figured it would be near impossible.

But what I didn't know at that moment, is that with the right incentive, the impossible becomes merely difficult.

"I said get in", Henry snarled as I continued to hesitate.

Henry walked over to the wall and opened a door. I hadn't seen it because it was designed to blend right in with the wall. He pull this wicked looking whip out, raised it above his head and snapped it in the air. It gave a crack like the sound of a rifle being fired in an enclosed firing range.

The message was very clear and I dropped to my knees instantly and began to force my way into the cage. It was not too bad and I was doing ok until my knees where in and on top of the cage bars along the bottom. These bars dug into my knees and sent shocks of pain surging through me again. As well I had to bring my legs closer together as my thighs started to enter the cage. This of course put pressure on my already aching nuts.

I must have hesitated again because I heard the sound of that whip crack through the air. Pain or no pain I forced myself into the cage. Finally my head came up against the back end and I thought I was in.

"It will force itself in more", Henry commanded. "It's ass is still sticking out and so are it's feet."

So unable to do anything else other than obey I forced myself further into this devilish contraption. I had to bend my head down and towards my chest in order to get my ass in. But I finally managed because I felt the cage door close, the stainless steel bars cold against my naked ass.

Then I heard the snap of a lock.

In a rather sad voice Henry gave me some advice, "It is no longer considered human and will always be referred to as, "it", "slave", a number or what ever other name the Master decides to use. My advice is that it forget it's previous existence and concentrate on pleasing the Master. Life will be much more pleasant the sooner it learns that fact". With that he turned and left the room closing the door behind himself. A few seconds later the single bulb burning in the centre of the room went out.

I was locked naked, my hands cuffed behind my back, in a cage barely large enough for me to stuff myself into. I couldn't move at all and the cold metal bars were pressing against me all over. To make it worse I was in complete darkness and to top it off, Henry was telling me that I was no longer considered human. I was a thing, an, "it". What in hell was I going to do? How could I have been so stupid as to allow myself to get into this situation in the first place?