“Angel, please, let me out!” Mr. Conran screamed.
This was getting awkward. Angel looked down at the naked man on his hands and knees in the dog crate. As much as he was fond of him, the man needed a good talking to.
“First of all, Mr. Conran, you came here and got into that crate by your own choice. Second of all, Daddy is your Master and you have to obey him, not just when you feel like it, but all the time. I think you should draw up a contract you both agree on, because that’s the only way things will be clear between you. Lastly, Daddy is a man I would not dare disobey, and it’s not fair of you to ask me to. I can’t let you out of there, but you have your phones. You could call 911.”
“It’s three nines,” Kael said. He knew that the last thing Mr. Conran would do was to get others in
