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)
And if she sometimes thought Mark's orders were scary, Mark not giving orders was much, much scarier. He was gone a while and she'd thought maybe they needed a cooling off period. She didn't know how long it was before he returned and when he did, the first thing she heard was a loud thump in the hallway. Mark appeared in the doorway with, of all things, a large cordless drill. She watched in silence as he set it down, brought the bathroom door into view, and aligned it with the holes in the frame.
He set about re-hanging the door and for some reason Abby knew, instinctively knew, that while she'd been so desperate for a door when she'd first arrived, having him hang it up now was bad. Really, really bad. She didn't want that door. For no reason that she could name, she started to cry quietly.
Mark finished with the door and closed it, leaving her alone again. She was trying not to get upset when he returned just minutes later with another bowl. She heard the faucet running behind her and he set the bowl down in front of her against the wall. It had water in it. It was not a dog bowl, just a cereal bowl, but the message was very, very clear. Mark left the bathroom.
Okay, Abby told herself. Okay. She wasn't hurt physically, everything was fine. They just needed some time out and Mark needed to make a point. So she would sit here, like a good girl, and wait until he was in a better mood.
This time, Mark was gone a while. So long that she actually picked up the bowl and drank from it. Then she picked at the tiles on the floor. Then she counted the links in the leash. Then...she was regretting drinking the water.
She had to pee. Bad. She'd had to pee for a few minutes now and set about finding a way to do that. The toilet was too far. Out of desperation, she had considered the tub, but it was also out of reach. That left the towel hanging on the wall in front of her. And that was just...no. She had to call Mark. Maybe bitches didn't speak, but they had to pee, and that surely trumped the restriction.
She was about to call out 'Mark' when she checked herself. Sir. Always ‘Sir’ when she had the collar on. "Sir?" Her stomach fluttered as she called out. What if he was still mad? What if he punished her for speaking? What if he punished her for speaking before he let her pee? No answer. "Sir?" she called again, louder.
She heard boots coming down the hall and steeled herself for whatever was to come. He was a reasonable man. He would understand. The door opened and he stood there, arms crossed over his chest. "Thought I made myself clear about speaking. Speak one more time and it's the cane."
She scowled. Not at him. But at her dilemma. Can't speak. Gotta pee. She pressed her lips firmly together and directed her gaze meaningfully at the toilet. "You've got to piss?"
She nodded.
Mark took out the keys and unlocked the leash from the floor. "Let's go for a walk, bitch." He turned to leave and she crawled frantically after him. Walk? Where were they going? Was he really going to lead her around while she had to pee to make her hold it longer? Pee punishment. That was one she hadn't thought of. She started counting to distract her. One Mississippi. No, no, no. No water. One alligator, two alligator, you do not have to pee. Three alligator, these are not the droids you're looking for. Hold it.
Mark led her to the back door and opened it. She froze. He tugged the leash. She couldn't go outside. She was topless and although she had on a garter belt, she no panties and a giant plug sticking out of her ass. Outside was not an option.
"Bitch," Mark said menacingly. "You piss on my carpet and I will rub your nose in it."
Abby's heart hammered. Trying to maintain her composure, she peeked out the door. Mark's yard was large, bordered by trees, and she didn't immediately see any neighboring houses. She tentatively stepped outside. She prayed that he would only make her crawl around for a few minutes before he had mercy on her. Holding it was not something she'd ever been that good at.
She crawled carefully down the deck stairs and onto the grass. At least the grass was soft on her knees, she thought. Alright. Crawl, don't think about it, Crawl, don't think about it.
"Well?" Mark asked her. She looked up at him confused. She was on a leash. If he didn't walk, she couldn't walk. Was she just supposed to crawl around him in a circle? "Thought you had to piss."