Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
"Overnight?"
"Yes, pet. Your ass needs training if you're going to take my cock on Sunday."
She shivered and knotted the panties in her hand.
"Relax," he told her. "It's a process. It'll be a challenge, but we'll make it happen."
She pulled the panties on. Mark pulled her up to the bed, took off the leash, and attached another chain to her collar. This was was attached to the headboard. "If you need anything in the night, you wake me, and I will take care of it," he told her. He locked the chain to the bed with a silver padlock and then produced another, smaller one from his pocket. "Lift your hair." She felt him lock the buckle on the back of her neck. He put the keys in the nightstand drawer on his side. She could reach them if she wanted to, but it meant going over Mark to do it.
He shucked his jeans and slid into bed alongside her. "Pet?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Come here."
She moved closer and Mark leaned over her. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her. There was no tongue, just a slow, gentle kiss. "You're doing so well, pet. I am so proud of you."
"I-" she stopped. Was she allowed to ask for anything? She didn't know.
"What pet?"
"Will you hold me?"
"Of course." He turned off the light and pulled her in close to him, arms wrapped around her. Abby drifted off into sleep quickly.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
In the morning, Abby forgot what was happening for a brief moment when she woke up. All she knew was Mark was next to her. And she smiled.
"Mornin', pet," he said. Right. Chains. Collar. Training.
"Good morning, Sir."
Mark unlocked the leash from the collar and the headboard and had her crawl down the hall to the bathroom.
He removed her panties and her plug. He tossed the panties in the hamper and set the plug on the counter. "I'm giving you ten minutes to use the toilet," he told her. "Then it's bathtime." She frowned. "No enema this morning,” he told her. “Only tonight."
She sighed in relief and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
Abby did her business quickly and washed her hands and the plug for good measure. Maybe she could escape that enema if she was extra good. Mark came in and saw her drying it. He kissed her on the forehead. "Like your present?" he asked.
"It's not so bad."
He laughed. "Bathtime, pet." He ran the water to the same level as before and bade her get in. He washed her with his bare hands and she didn't hesitate at all when he instructed her to get on her hands and knees. She bit her lip and said nothing as he washed her asshole inside and out.
"You dirty, pet?"
"No, Sir."
"Nice and clean inside?"
"Yes, Sir."
He rinsed her with the spray and brought the plug over. He lubed it up and inserted it with minimal effort. He rewarded her compliance with a finger fuck in her pussy until she came.
He brought her out of the bath and towel dried her. He attached the collar and she immediately knelt beside her. "Good girl," he said, obviously pleased. "Let's get breakfast." He led her to the smaller kitchen table and made her kneel beside it. He made an omelet with mushrooms, plated it, and brought it to the table.
He sat in the chair and Abby prepared herself to be fed again. But instead he said. "Pet. I'm really pleased with your obedience this morning. And I know this isn't quite as much of a treat for you as it is for me, but I want you to suck me off. Right now."
"Yes, Sir."
Abby maneuvered herself under the table as he unzipped his fly and his erect cock sprang out. She would probably never get over how beautiful it was. She happily enclosed her lips over his dick.
He groaned with pleasure and took her face in his hands. "It's really important to me that I be able to use all my pet's holes. And not only that, but all of them in an equal fashion. Do you understand what I mean when I say that, pet?"
Abby paused and looked up at him. She shook her head slowly so as not to dislodge the cockhead in her mouth.
He stroked a finger down the side of her face. "That means that the same intensity I use to fuck your cunt also needs to be done to your ass as well as your face."
She pieced together his words and started to draw back. He held her firmly. "Not today. Not even tomorrow. Not for either your mouth or your ass. But after we finish your anal training, I'd like to start training your throat. I want to facefuck you." She whimpered. "No," he told her. "You won't like it. But you'll learn to tolerate it as part of your service to me. Because you want to please me, don't you?" She hesitated then nodded.