You lay in the dark in the cage for ages; cold, starving, and filthy. Nobody's fed you for more than two days now. Starved for calories of any kind, your stomach growls at even the lingering smell of Debbie's pussy juices on you. Great, you think. Not only is she going to make me eat her pussy for dinner, now I'll even like it. I can't believe I had three magic wishes and I ended up here.

However, mostly what you smell is the more overpowering odor of Stacey's track sweat, which instead makes you want to vomit.

Curled up and shivering from cold on the hard floor, you start to question your decision not to flip Debbie's coin. You would be trapped in an even more humiliating prison right now, but at least you'd be warm and well-fed and without bruising all over your testicles. Plus you'd be about to get rewarded soon by now. Instead, you're still afraid of what punishment awaits you at the end of the day. 

Finally, you hear footsteps approaching and Debbie's voice calls from the hall: "Stacey! You'd better not have messed with any of my things!" Before the doorknob turns.

"Just one! But I put him back this time!" Stacey's more-distant voice sounds cheekily. The doorknob stops turning, and behind the door you hear Debbie call: "What!? Seriously? Stacey, what the fuck! We JUST-"

"Just training him!" Stacey interrupts. Then, the sound of a door opening and her voice sounds closer: "Afterwards, I told him that I'd have him lick my asshole clean next time I watched him, and he said he'd be honored to!" She sounds triumphant. "If you're still having trouble getting him to cooperate, why not bring him to me? I'll get him all nice and obedient no time. I have a friend who'd love to help out, too."

Debbie seems to hesitate for longer than you'd like, before responding: "No, I think you're too mean. Joe listens to me because he wants to make me happy. He only listens to you because you torture him. You'd probably break him. From now on, I don't want you hurting my little guy. Understand?"

You feel a flood of relief, but then Stacey's voice answers: "So if I don't physically hurt him, then it's fine?" 

"...we'll see," and then light floods the room as Debbie opens the door and enters, flipping the switch. She walks over to your cage, and stares down at you sternly. "Did you enjoy your lazing-around time, little man?"

You look up in pain, and answer "Stacey tortured me all day, and didn't give me anything to eat. It was terrible." "What I heard was that you were ready to start tonguing her asshole. Maybe you liked it?"

You shake your head, and answer "that as because she threatened me." She doesn't look entirely satisfied, so you think half a moment, then add "she said her other friend still wanted me, but I told her I just want to be your- your boy-toy."

Now Debbie looks satisfied. "That's good but in that case, you need to be able to do more than vanilla with me." You wonder how having a miniature human stuffed in her vagina, using his whole body to edge her from inside counts as 'vanilla' for her, but she goes on:

"If I get bored with my boy-toy then I might need to start dating real men and you'd have to be downgraded to regular toy. How would you like to live in my toybox with all the others, and only come out for walks or to finish me off after a guy comes inside me and then falls asleep? That seems like such a waste. I might as well see what Stacey or her friend would give me for you, at that point."

You fall to your knees and beg: "Please, Debbie don't sell me or downgrade me. I belong here as your boy-toy."

"That's a good boy but you still need to prove it." She pats you on your head with a fingertip, reaching through the bars... it feels surprisingly pleasant. "But you still need punishment for being a slacker and killing the mood earlier. Unlucky for you, my pussy's been bone dry since I've been annoyed about that, which means no dinner for you tonight." She lectures.

You feel like you got off surprisingly light, but you're also starving. "Please, can I have some of your food then? Anything, I'm so hungry!" You beg, but Debbie shakes her head. "No, I'm sorry but I have to be hard on you. You've always put yourself first, that's why I knew when you asked me to do anal in the past that it would just be about you. Now you can stick more than your dick in there but it's about me, not you, so you don't want to do it."

You feel that this is an unfair summary of your concerns, but she goes on with: "But I believe that you can change. I'm going out for even longer tomorrow so you can come ride along in the trunk, and then you can share my food for the day, or you can chicken out again and stay here with Stacey. You already know one thing she has in mind for the day, but you should know by now she always likes to keep the worst things a surprise. I bet I know what she'd call your breakfast. Unlike me, I don't think she's kind and understanding enough not to stick your head up there - do you?"

You stare agape at realizing what she means, and that she's probably right, but you don't manage to work up an answer before she turns, walks away, and grabs her bathrobe from a hook in the bathroom. "I'm busy with big person things, so why don't you go to sleep now and think about that." She tells rather than asks you, draping the bathrobe over your cage and leaving you in the dark, your voice cut off from her by the thick cloth.

"I hope today was your last day of not taking this relationship seriously." You, on the other hand, hear her parting words and exasperated sigh just fine, before she turns to go about her business and ignores you.

Lying in the dark, you at least feel less cold but now more stressed out than ever about tomorrow's choice. Now not only is there a hundred percent chance that if you give in to Debbie's demands, you'll have to be her butt plug for the day, but even more worrying is that she might actually enjoy it and start wanting more. But as the bathrobe wrapped around you traps the air in, and your fumes along with it, you're reminded what little alternative you have. At least Debbie wouldn't make you actually lick her asshole, or stick your head inside it. That's not a world you think you want to experience, not to mention that if you keep frustrating your current owner then you can still end up with a worse one.

Sheer exhaustion makes you fall asleep as you fret over your choice between a rock and a hard place...