On Display

On display

By DataSado

I cant say I expected this but of course it could always be better or worse. I mean the weather here is great and the view overlooking the valley is great. Not getting the picture huh. well let me back up a few months then.

Towards the end of last year, I ran into some hard times. I lost my job, and then as a result I got evicted from my apartment. I moved in with friends, but We all knew that it had to be short term. While I was searching for a job, I found an add on an adult BDSM site. Okay, so I was taking a break from looking but maybe I found one anyway. The ad went like this:

Ever dream of being safe and secure? Want to have a life free of responsibilities? Have you ever envied your friends dogs life? We are searching for a new pet. Naturally, you will be cared for and taken care of. We will incur any relocation cost for you to come live with us. Please only serious inquiries.

I checked out the profile and it belonged to a couple that had been in the lifestyle for decades and seemed to have a good following. Look. Being someones doggie cant be all bad. I like sleeping cages anyway. I sent a reply:

Hi. I admit to not being overly experienced with all of this, but your offer does sound inviting. I would like to discuss this further.

After some back and forth both on the site and then on the phone we agreed to meet in person to discuss more details and see if we were even compatible. Naturally, they lived in California and I was a small hick town in Nebraska. So, before I drove out to L.A. is discussed with my friends that I would be leaving and packed up my very few belongings. California is overwhelming if you have not grown up in a vast metropolis. There are more buildings and houses per block than I think I have ever seen in a single place. And traffic was terrifying. I refused to give up this close though. Following my GPS, I made my way up into the canyons that overlook the Los Angeles Basin.

Mark and Angels home was near the top. From the street it didnt look super impressive but as I drove up the winding road, I was able to see that most homes gave their best side to the part facing the Valley. Their home was certainly no exception. I was welcomed at the door by a woman that was young and beautiful. She was also nearly naked. She wore, if thats the right word, a sheer silk piece of fabric that covered some of her while exposing her left breast and making it obvious that she had noting else on save for the Beautifully polished steel collar around her neck.

You are Kathy? She asked in a sweet voice that I instantly liked. I nodded and she continued. My owners have been expecting you. Please come and cool off. She led me into the home and to a room overlooking the valley. Please help yourself to some tea. I made it fresh this morning.

It was a few minutes before Mark and Angel made an appearance. Angle was first to speak. Hello Kathy. I hope the long drive wasnt too difficult for you.

I would be lying if I said it was easy. Im not used to big cities. We chatted for an hour or more about Nebraska, California, and other relatively safe subjects. Mark was mostly quiet for the talk, but He seemed to have a quite easy manner about him that I liked. Angel was used to getting her was and was clearly the one who made decisions.

At one point, Angle rang a bell and the young woman appeared and knelt beside Angel. Slave. Please bring in another pitcher of tea of your delightful and fresh ice.

Yes Mistress. Slave then bent over and kissed Angels feet and scurried out. I might have thought it was and act put on for me, but I felt genuine to me. It also felt like slave enjoyed being there. I will point out that even after I was there for months, I never heard her referred to as anything but slave.

Kathy. I know that we discussed on the phone a few times how we are looking for a live-in pet, but we really are seeking more of a zoo animal. Angle began.

You said that, but I keep finding it hard to imagine what you mean by zoo animal. At first, I assumed you meant keep me in a cage most or even all of the time. You said that not quite right. I responded.

I guess it would be easier to simply show you at this point. Angel stood and led me us some stairs and into the Master Suite. The room? It was actually several rooms, added up to nearly twice the space that my old apartment had. She pressed a button and the drapes along one wall parted and revealed a patio that looked like it was floating over the city. The view was literally breathtaking. I walked up to the huge picture glass and expected to find a sliding door but there were no apparent openings to the balcony. The Balcony was roughly 8x20 but the outer edge was oval shaped and met up with wall of the house.

Mark spoke this time. Quite the view wouldnt you agree Kathy?

Its beautiful.

This would be your new home while you stay with us. We would give you a soft mattress to sleep on and of course you would be provided meals.

Both were watching me as the light clicked on. Wait you mean outside?

We have been looking for someone that would do this for some time now. Of course, we know this may not be what you had in mind but take a day or two to think about it. Mark added. Longer if that helps.

I. I. I struggled to order my thoughts. I drove an awfully long way and really, at this point, I have nowhere else to go. But living on a balcony? I had so many questions. Some they couldnt answer because it really involved was I ready to actually become a zoo animal.

Our slave has prepared the guest room for you. Theres a pad of paper and a pen in there. Decide on your questions and write them down so you dont forget, and we can talk again tomorrow. Mark said helpfully.

Please. If you need anything let me know and I will bring it to you. You are considered a guest of my owners. Slave said before she backed out of the room.

I sat on the soft bed and considered everything and then taking the paper began to jot down ideas and questions in no particular order. I woke the next morning and met with Mark and Angel for breakfast. I had organized my thoughts and questions by then and was ready to discuss things. After a lengthy discussion I came away with this:

I would agree to a one-year period where I would eat sleep and basically live on that balcony. The Glass which was a very thick plexiglass was shatter proof and soundproof. It meant that communication would be difficult at best. My meals would be provided by slave. I would have no say in my meals but that they would always be healthy it not always palatable. To clarify, I would be served a type of slave gruel that was designed to taste bad and not be enjoyable. Apparently, it amuses them to see how an animal deals with unpleasantries beyond their control. The balcony is well supported and perfectly safe, but it is nearly 100 down to the ground and jumping would be bad. As an animal I would remain naked and would not be provided blankets or coverings. The caveat to that being, should it become too cold a temporary solution would be given such as a blanket or coat. When I asked how they would assure that they got it back, Angel responded by saying Eventually you will get hungry. On the day before the end of the year I would be notified I had 24 hours remaining and would be expected to decide if I wanted to leave or extend my time.

In order to get to the balcony, I had to crawl through an access tube. The tube had heavy iron doors at each end and required counterbalances to open and close. The point was being made that I was not to escape. A toilet much like you might see in Asia was built into one end. At the opposite end was a box with a small round hole in it. In order to open the hole, I had to place my hands and knee inside marked circles and the pressure would all me access to the food in the box. Water was in a similar box next to the food and would always have water available. The message here was straight forward. Eat and drink on all fours like any other animal.

The first week my keepers would spend time watching me. The unabashedly had sex while I was able to watch them and in turn them watch me when I masturbated. The most embarrassing part to get over was having to defecate while Mark watched. Of course, I was not provided toilet paper, but the toilet allowed for one flush every hour. I was able to catch some of the water to clean my ass. It was the second week when I realized how helpless I was. During my morning yoga, slave came in the room and shut the drapes. I was suddenly cut off from everyone. The drapes remained closed for what I think was close to two weeks.

Just as I was about to release a shit, the drapes opened. If I wasnt already committed to my action, I might have crumbled into a ball. On the other side of the window were a group of maybe 15 people watching me. I felt more humiliation and degradation in 30 seconds then I had during the entirety of my life up until then combined. I couldnt hear them but a few of the women watching began to clap as I finished.

I now understood how the animals at every zoo felt. The audience remained for a few hours. They were careful not to actually interact with me but instead just observe. At sunset the drapes again closed, and I was left to myself.

The drapes opened back up just in time for my feeding. By now I had been here for a few weeks and was used to the nasty foul glop they referred to as food. And Angel was right about me eventually becoming hungry enough to eat. As I knelt down in position to open my feeding hole the crowd was at the edge of their seats. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the meal was especially bad tasting and extra pasty today. I had been warned that failure to lick the bowl clean would result in the next two meals being skipped as it would be assumed I was not actually hungry.

I wondered how these people found interest in me anymore though. I was starting to grow hair in places that I normally shave regularly, my hair was more of a tangled matted mess and if they could have smelled me, they might have lost their lunch.

As the months went by, I decided that there was likely a camera that I could not see that kept track of me even when the drapes were closed. The drapes seemed to open at the worst times for me. I decided to simply ignore the peanut gallery and tried to enjoy my time there. The view meant that there was almost always something to see and watch. The weather in Southern California even in winter is so much milder than what I was used to that it almost always felt wonderful to me. I had no stresses anymore. My life was remarkably simple. I did miss having conversations but only sometimes.

I woke today to see slave, Mark and Angel watch me. I heard the feeding bell and knew I was being watched. I placed my hand and knees in place that the cover slid aside revealing a bite size cupcake with a 6 on it. It was delicious. I couldnt help but eat it on one bite as there wasnt much. I then turned to the window, placed my hands in a prayer position and mouthed thank you. The drapes closed and I left alone again.

Which brings us to today. A place card was put in the window on my side of the drapes. I read: You have 24 hours to decide if you wish to remain or go. We will hold no judgement either way. This was the decision time. Of course, they could choose for me but not letting me go. I doubted that would happen. Alternatively, if I had not been entertaining enough for them, I suppose they could force me to leave. I walked over to the edge of the balcony. The smog was light today and I had a clearer view of the city. 100s of thousands of people were fighting traffic, working in jobs they hated, struggling to make ends meet. Many of the population were homeless and not sure when their next meal might come if at all. I looked at my mattress, and my food bowl. If I left, I would have to go back home and hope for the best. But jobs are hard there and hard to get. But damn, a shower and a decent meal would be heaven.

I woke early. I wanted to get this part over before I changed my mind. Patiently, I waited for the drapes to open. I didnt have to wait too long. A paper was held up so I could read it. Have you decided?

I nodded yes. Slave wrote on the paper. Before you answer know that the terms of renewal are different in one important way. The term is to be decided solely by the Owners and will not be revealed to you until the time of your release.

Oh my! I sat down for minute. The next note read: Do you want more time to decide? I shook my head in the negative. Mark and Angel each turned a sing around. They were standing at opposite ends of the window. Angel was holding a card with the word YES printed on and Mark had the NO card. I watched as slave knelt and placed her forehead to the floor so as to not influence or even see my answer.

I took a deep breath and made my choice.

I hope you enjoyed my story. I leave the final decision to you.