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)
Mark took off the ball gag and the collar and set them on the counter. He took her by the arm and directed her not to the tub, but to the shower stall next to it. He turned on the water, tested it, then pulled down the spray nozzle and hosed her down, starting with her breasts. He rinsed her thoroughly then took a bar of soap from the caddy and scrubbed her with it.
It was some kind of harsh soap, the kind that he used himself. Not what he had bought for her. Not her Orange Blossom.
He scrubbed her pussy and her ass, inside and out, but didn't tease or even be really gentle. He wasn't hurting her, but knowing what she could be having compared to what she was getting hurt in it's own special way. There were a lot of ways to be a dog, Abby decided. And they all fucking hurt in their own special ways.
She was numb even though the water had been warm by the time he pulled her out and toweled her off. He reattached everything but the ball gag and secured her to the floor again. She felt him part her legs and winced at the cold stream of lube on her ass. She grit her teeth and vowed not to beg. She would not say no. She would not say stop. She would endure. She'd fucked up and this was the penalty.
She didn't know it if was better or worse that Mark sure as fuck didn't seem to be getting any kind of twisted thrill out of all this either. Why would he? He'd loved giving her her gifts. Her soaps and shampoos and makeup and gorgeous lingerie. He'd cuddled her in his lap and held her when she asked and even fed her from his hand when he knew he had to be the Dom, but he didn't want to force her to eat out of a dog bowl.
I promise you that you will understand how easy you've had it these last two days.
But he'd been wrong. She hadn't had it easy. She'd had it good. Damn good. Near fucking perfect. And there might have been a little whipping and a little anal play that she didn't care for, but she'd had it good. She knew the rules. She didn't choose to obey them and now she was being punished.
She bore down, pushed hard when he started the insertion. Just like he'd told her. But it was harder. So much fucking harder. Not only was the plug bigger, but she wasn't aroused, which always seemed to have the magical effect of lessening the pain.
You should thank your Dom, when you can, for allowing you to come during your training.
Well, now wasn't that the truth? He'd been rubbing her and fingering her and fucking her to get those plugs in and that had helped. A lot. Because insertion was hard work. But once they were in, and he was tugging on them while eating her pussy or fucking her hard, it was heaven. Sheer heaven.
She cried out from the pain, but didn't beg. She took it like a good girl and wished she was 'pet' instead of 'bitch'.
Mark finished the insertion and gathered up his tools. On his way out, he turned out the light and shut the door. That soft click shattered her insides as much as a cane or a punch to the gut. She was in her cage. It was bigger than a dog cage, but it had a door and a cold floor and a water bowl and, most importantly, no Mark.
She pulled the damp towel of the wall and cried into it.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
In the morning, Abby woke up, face still swollen from crying. It was Mark who had woken her, coming in the door. He pulled out the plug, unlocked her, and said. "Go. You have ten minutes." Then he left. Well, at least she didn't have to shit on the lawn. She did her business and he stuck her in the shower for another hosing off.
She was back on her hands and knees for this morning's plug insertion. She held it together as best she could and crawled down the hallway to the kitchen where she was chained to the table leg and ate cereal out of a bowl with no hands. But she was undeterred. Today was Sunday. The last day. And today she would win him back.
She nudged the cereal bowl away with her nose. Mark looked up from his scrambled eggs. "Not hungry, bitch?" he asked.
Abby nodded yes and fixed her gaze to Mark's crotch. He was silent a moment. "Hungry for my cock?" he asked.
She nodded again.
He took a bite of eggs. "It won't change anything. Besides, we don't have time. Your training is ending early. I'm taking your ass and then you're going home."