Allie was awake in her cage. She slept a little through the night, but for most of the time her scarred back was too painful. The whipping that Josh gave her last night was brutal, but the climax it brought had her craving more.
She knew it was crazy, but she needed crazy. Crazy may have hurt, but it made her feel, and she so wanted and needed to feel. Sane was killing her. Choosing to give herself over to Josh's sadistic whims was the only good decision she ever made.
She questioned her thoughts. Was it even her decision? Not, really. Josh pressed and she felt she needed what he offered. There was no choice. She never wanted to make another choice again.
She found herself becoming almost involuntarily aroused when she heard keys opening the lock to her room. She watched excitedly as Josh, with bed head and clad in gray sports shorts and a Diamondbacks t-shirt, walked into the room and over to her kennel. She wanted him inside her again.
"Well, I broke even at the poker game last night," he told her. "More sleepy than horny I guess because I went straight to bed when I got home. How did you sleep, Allie?"
"I need a blanket," she told him. "How can a place be so darn hot during the day, and so cold at night?"
"I'll get you a blanket then," he told her. "But, right now I need something and it might warm you up."
He unlocked her crate, reached in and with a firm grip on her shoulder-length hair, and pulled her out onto the floor. He then raised her to a standing position by lifting her by her handcuffed wrists. She stumbled a bit as her cramped legs found stability. He wanted to kiss her again but remembered that was not what she was here for. He instead pulled her out of her dungeon and to the living room at the front of the house.
Blinx, Josh's cat, looked at Allie with what could only be described as scorn as he made his way outside through a cat flap in the patio door.
A worn sofa and loveseat lined two of the walls, a giant TV was opposite the sofa, but facing the TV, in the center of the room was an enormous brown leather recliner. On the coffee table next to the chair was a laptop, a remote control, two seemingly empty cabernet bottles and a video game controller. The walls were covered in dated watercolors and half a dozen photos of a boy, presumably Josh. Allie had decided the room somehow screamed senior citizen, teenage boy, and successful bachelor all at the same time.
Josh noticed a perplexed look on her face.
"I kinda inherited the place from my parents," he offered in explanation. "They're not dead. They bought a motorhome and moved out. They now spend summers in Maine and winters in Florida. They haven't been back since. I haven't had the urge to change anything, but now that I have you, I have some ideas."
She didn't know what to say. Small talk for her had always been difficult. She really just wanted to fuck.
Luckily, His next move was to sit her down on the coffee table and slide it back against the couch. He grabbed her ankles and raised them above her head tilting her on her back, her head resting on the sofa. Seeing her so exposed, he immediately got hard. Moving both her feet into his left hand, he used his right to pull out his throbbing cock and slid it into her.
Her legs together like this makes her pussy so tight, Josh thought. He pushed in and out slowly looking into her eyes as he did so. She turned her head to avoid his stare, and for some reason, this angered him. He started pumping faster and harder and moved her legs to the left so he could grab her breast with his right hand.
Allie moaned in surprise, then found herself wanting more, both the pleasure and the pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her brain ceased all rational thought. She yelped in response to Josh's every grunting push. They pulsed into each other until he finally came inside her. He released her tit, as he pulled out of her. He pulled up his shorts.
"Sorry I'm so rough," he said. "I always have trouble with that, especially when I get really aroused."
"Don't apologize," she answered. "It was awesome. You're just what I've always needed, even if I didn't know it. And you said it would be like this. I'm where I have to be."
"Best toy ever," he said, lifting her by the wrists again to help her stand.
He took off her cuffs and pulled her arms behind her, cuffed her again. He then led her to the kitchen. He opened a cabinet drawer and pulled out a roll of black duct tape. He told her to kneel down. Then he wrapped a strand of tape under her left lower shin and over her upper thigh. He turned her and then did the same with the right limb forcing her to remain in a kneeling position.
"I'll make us some pancakes and bacon," he told her as he shoved, kicked and yanked her next to him in front of the stove.
He got a griddle pan and started mixing the batter, purposely whisking with enough vigor that some dripped in her hair. He smiled at her and noticed a yellowish bruise starting to appear on her previously tortured right breast. He felt bad about it, but clearly she did not.
Allie was famished. Josh hadn't fed her since right before he fucked her on the drive, unless you count the dog feeder with the Ensure in her cage, which she only tasted. When she told him she was hungry, he reminded her that she was not his slave, and if she wanted something she should ask.
"Remember that this is not a game we're playing, it's a new symbiotic lifestyle," he explained. "Your kink for restraint and my kink for a bit of sadism fit each other perfectly. I think we have the perfect solution to keep us both content.
"Well I told you about the blanket," she said. "But I'll let you know if I'm hungry from now on. I should tell you when you are hurting me, but I am afraid if I did so, you would stop."
He started pouring the batter on the griddle, walked to the refrigerator and came back with a pound of bacon. The bacon started to sizzle as soon as he laid it on.
"Knowing how you really feel," he started, "and honestly being hardly able to control it myself, I don't think I'll be stopping. It could...no, it will get pretty bad at times."
Allie's imagination started to reel with thoughts of being forced to experience what Josh could do to her. The bacon was popping on the stove now and a few hot splatters fell on her tits and legs. She yelped, leaned forward and rested her cheek on the floor, so that it fell on her back and arms, which she thought was better for some reason. Noticing her discomfort, he told her to go scoot near the booth that was in a breakfast nook near the patio door.
"In fact," he said. "Move under the table there. Breakfast is almost ready."
He soon brought two plates to the table and sat down. Allie was trying to figure out how she was going to eat with her hands in this position but it didn't matter, yet. Josh pulled off his pants and kicked them aside. He then looked down, grabbed the bottle of syrup and poured it all over his dick.
"I need you to clean this up before you eat," he said, picking up a fork and digging into the pancakes.
She moved between his legs and resting her chin on the bench, then used her mouth and tongue to guide him into her. The syrup mixed with the taste of him, and she maneuvered her tongue to get every drop. Josh started pushing into her with an almost uncontrollable rhythm. Allie heard the ting as he dropped his fork onto the plate then felt his hands clutching her hair. He pulled her, scraping her chin across the wooden bench, tighter into his crotch. He once again was banging against the back of her throat bringing tears to her eyes.
She could barely breathe with her nose pressed up against his pubic hair and his cock blocking her airway. She tried to pull back but he wouldn't let her. He had complete control of her, and while definitely not comfortable, it was wonderful. He pulled her head back just enough to let her breathe, but seconds later he was pushing her back on to him. She waited for his warm sweet liquid to hit the back of her throat, and when it did it made her choke a bit. She was in tears when he finally pulled out and pushed her head back. She leaned to the side and tipped over so that her head was on the floor. Not knowing exactly why, she instinctively twisted around and started kissing and sucking on his toes.
He was going to mention her no kissing rule, but kept that to himself and instead, told her to get back on her knees so she could eat.
"Do you want me to uncuff your hands?" he asked. "It'll be hard to eat with them behind you like that."
"I'll treat it as a challenge," she responded with a beaming grin on her face. "Remember, always restrained, you promised."
He was going to argue that without her cuffs, her legs would still be restrained but kept that to himself as well. He placed her plate on the bench next to him, poured some syrup on the pancakes, and told her to have at it. He was intrigued as he watched her rest her chin carefully on the edge of the plate and delicately maneuver a piece of bacon into her mouth deftly using her lips and tongue. He brushed her hair away from her face as she started eating a pancake, chewing off a piece and swallowing it. He finished his plate quickly, and enjoyed watching her eat every last bite, even licking the plate when she was done.
"If you move my cuffs back to the front and remove this tape on my legs, I'll clean the kitchen," she offered.
He rejected her offer, reminding her that she wasn't a servant or a slave, and she countered that neither is a roomba but it still cleans the floors for you. He bent down and cut her legs free, recuffed her hands to the front, then brought out a spiked leather collar and put it on her neck. Creatively looping a chain-type leash through the collar's d-ring near her throat, he was able to padlock the lead so she could neither remove the collar nor the leash.
