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)
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. He was not-
"So piss. I don't have all day, bitch."
He was. He honest to God was telling her to pee in the grass. Once she got over her initial shock she realized she had two options. She could beg. Begging would absolutely result in a caning. But it might also result in her being allowed to use a toilet. Or she could suck it up and pee in the grass. Pain, humiliation, pain, humiliation. These were not choices she wanted to have to make. She started to cry.
Would Mark let her go inside if she asked? She had no way of knowing. In the end, the prospect of asking, being told no, and then having to endure a caning was too scary and she slowly, carefully spread her knees apart in the grass. She sobbed uncontrollably as she released her bladder on the lawn.
When she was done, Mark turned and led her back up to the house. Abby couldn't crawl and wipe her nose at the same time so her face was a mess of snot and tears when they reached the bathroom again. He locked her to the floor and abandoned her. She pulled the towel off the bar and wiped her face with it. Then she curled up with it on the cold, hard tile floor.
Mark returned some time later. He silently undressed her, put on her wrist and ankle cuffs, and led her to the kitchen. He attached the leash to the table leg with one snap hook and cuffed her hands behind her back with another. He set down a bowl of oatmeal. At least it was hot, she thought. She balanced precariously again, leaning forward just enough to eat the porridge, but not fall face first into it. Mark sat at the table and ate silently.
At this point Abby was pretty hungry. She'd not had the whole bowl of cereal and so as humiliating as it was, she licked the bowl clean. Mark took it away and washed the dishes then released her hands from behind her back and led her back to the bathroom.
He snapped them together in front of her this time and attached her to the bolt in the floor, forcing her to her hands and knees. He left and returned with something she'd never seen before. A large bar, like a police baton, but not quite as thick. Before she could wonder if he was going to beat her with it, he quickly attached it first to one ankle cuff then the other, keeping her feet apart, and as such her knees. She was immobile.
He came up behind her and the ball gag appeared in front of her mouth. Reluctantly she accepted it. He fastened it and reached down to pull out the plug. Abby grunted in pain as he removed it. She felt a squirt of cold lube on her ass and knew what was coming though she dreaded it. Then a thing larger than the damn hose slid into her. It was a little smaller than the last plug and didn't hurt at badly. It also didn't feel cold or warm like the plugs could be made to feel, so she didn't know what it was.
She heard a hiss of air, rhythmic and slow and felt the thing in her ass getting bigger, stretching her. She bit down on the gag as it expanded inside her. When it finally stopped, she dropped her head, wearily. She heard the tell tale click and felt the first warm rush of water. She was determined not to cry. It filled her bowels slowly, twisting and churning, and her belly felt heavy.
Mark occasionally squeezed her tummy, checking for cramping she guessed, and she supposed she was grateful for that.
Another click. Then another. When she became too agitated from cramping, he slowed down the flow and let her adjust. He detached the bar holding her feet apart then she felt his hand on her ass and knew he was going to pull out the hose or nozzle or basketball or whatever it was inside her ass. There was a soft click and a release of air as it slowly deflated. He carefully pulled it out. She clenched tightly trying not to make a mess on the floor. She sure as fuck didn't want him rubbing her nose in that.
He unclipped her cuffs and she had a momentary panic as she wondered if he would make her go on the lawn again, but she heard the toilet seat lift. "Go," he told her.
The pressure in her belly didn't give her time to think about whether or not she wanted to do this in front of him. She sat on the seat and breathed a sigh of relief through her nose as she let go. Thankfully, it was all just water. Probably not the kind of water she wanted to think about or even see, but water just the same. She turned and flushed it immediately. She wiped her tears and then herself as she waited for the tank to fill up again and flushed a second time.