The Dog Cage
He wanted me to put him in the dog cage...
He wanted me to put him in the dog cage. A tall, bearded, Turkish-French man I’d met on Feeld, an app for kinky people. It was one of his biggest fantasies, he said.
It was 3 am. I was in his apartment. It had views of the river and was in a sleepy co-op building for retired people in Manhattan. The dim lights of the East River Park and the water beyond glowed in the distance. I stood there in my underwear in his living room. I looked at the cage.
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