The note left on the table simply read:
"I want My bitch ready for Me at eight."
tess's hand quivered as she read the words and her tummy jumped. He had been in a mood as of late. It was the kind that she could not ease or soothe and she had been waiting to help Him in a way only she could. He did not demand this of her often but, when He did, she knew the evening would be a challenging one, to say the least.
she went about her housework with an eagle's eye to detail. The grout was scrubbed with an old toothbrush, the mop left in the cupboard in exchange for a scrub brush and bucket, the windows shone inside and out, and the air was lightly scented with evergreen. she roamed the house looking for even a stray thread on the floor before taking herself to the bathroom.
she gave herself "the works": face mask, deep conditioner, close shave, manicure, pedicure, and vanilla body butter all over her skin after a long soak in the tub. she brushed her hair until it glistened in the light and expertly applied a delicate layer of make up to her freshly polished skin. her lips were coated with cocoa butter and she was done.
she looked at herself standing naked in the mirror and her blue eyes spoke volumes in the silence. They told a tale of lust and pain, of surrender...of devotion. she examined herself closely for the last time before going to the cage in the laundry room off the kitchen. Nobody ever asked about it as they had a large dog, which now was out back in the dog run and fed for the evening. tess turned out the light, crawled into the cage and circled around, making herself as comfortable as she could on the scrap of blanket He left in there for her. she used to have a pillow but it was taken away when she complained about it being flat. she quickly learned not to complain on bitch night anymore.
He would be home in half an hour and tess breathed deeply, calming herself and bringing her slavery front and center. she would need her strength this night. she would need to be absolutely focused on His words and wants and not allow other thoughts and fears to enter the picture. she could not afford to do that. she quite literally felt herself getting smaller and smaller until nothing existed but the flow of air steadily being inhaled through her nose and pushed out through pursed lips.
The front door opened with the creak that slightly older homes have and she swallowed. Some nights He never came for her, leaving her to sleep in the cage without supper. Other nights He had her wait until He ate and read the paper. Tonight, He whistled.
she nudged the cage door open with her nose and crawled to the foyer as quickly and gracefully as she could. she made her movements long and lean in hopes that the sight of His bitch would be found pleasing to His eye. she inched to Him as He stood there, seemingly like a giant from her perspective and stopped exactly one foot from His form. He pushed a foot to her and she leaned down and pulled on the lace of his oxford with her teeth, untying the first shoe, trying not to get any drool on the leather she had polished last night. When it came untied, which happened fairly quickly as he had her practice this until He was satisfied one night last summer, He switched to the other foot and she worked again to loosen the lace. He slipped out of the shoes and pointed. tess took the heel of one loafer and oh so carefully, as not to leave teeth marks in the fine hide, placed it and its twin on the shoe rack by the door. she was very aware of His eyes on her as she did her chore as methodically as a jeweler setting a stone.
He spoke.
"Come"
He snapped His fingers near the side of His thigh. tess circled and crawled behind Him down the long hallway. she stopped when He did and He unlocked the door and entered. tess followed with the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.
He had set up the playroom that morning and tess had not seen His handiwork until that moment. she peeked up and saw the implements He had laid out in anticipation of using His bitch. The leash was there as was a thick collar that she hated as it was just a bit tighter than she was comfortable with. A large plug, tapered on one end and with a shiny tail on the other rested beside a black marker. she hated the marker with a passion reserved for liver. He tapped His leg.
"Up"
tess lifted her torso and rested her weight on her heels bringing her arms in front of her and curling her hands down to resemble paws. He uncapped the marker and squatted in front of her. she dared to lift her eyes to his and lowered them when she felt them penetrate her to the core. Sensing the slightest edge of fear, He laughed. He brought the marker to her face and made an upside down triangle on the tip of her nose, adding three lines across from it towards the sides of her face.
"What are you?"
she closed her eyes and swallowed.
"Ruff...ruff."
"That's right."
He wrote across her bare breasts in large ebony letters:
OWNED BITCH
He stood, seemingly satisfied with His work and placed the pen on the table.
"You better have that tail in when I return."
He left the room, not closing the door and strode down the hall.
tess silently prayed and looked for some lubricant. None was to be found. she didn't dare whimper as she reached for the large black plug. she knew her time was limited and tried sucking on it to get it wet. her mouth was dry and the rubber felt heavy and thick in her mouth. she knew the pain from not doing her task would be worse than the pain of the plug going in and brought it to her anus on all fours while reaching between her legs. she bore down and wiggled the tip against her pucker. she took a deep breath and while exhaling worked the first third of the plug into her dark tunnel. she breathed again and bit down on her lip as she shoved it past the tapered part and her ass opened and stretched to accommodate the width. she panted, taking a break and trying to work past the burning pain.
"Finish it, bitch."
He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He had changed into a deep blue long sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled and light olive green pants that were as soft as butter.
she could not help but to make a soft, yet high pitched moan as she pushed and pushed until her anal ring grasped the rim of the plug, right under its flared base. the strands of hair that formed the tail danced across the backs of her thighs.
He leaned down and grabbed her hair in his hand, turning her face to Him and growled out.
"I told you to have that in when I returned. Seems My bitch isn't as well trained as I thought."
she flushed a dark pink and hung her head like a pedigree Walker Hound and waited for the consequence of not following His command in time. He let go of her hair and reached for the collar. she lifted her head without Him asking and He fastened it around her neck...one notch tighter than usual. The leather pressed into her skin and she felt the urge to gag.
"Don't you dare, bitch."
He reached for the leash and then changed His mind, going for the clamps instead. He nodded at her and she sat up in position again as He clamped each nipple efficiently and tugged to be sure they were on good and tight. He then took the leash and instead of attaching it to her collar he fastened it to the chain connecting the clamps. He stood and gave the leash a jerk. tess fell forward and braced her weight on her hands.
"Time to correct My naughty bitch."
He turned and pulled the leash...and His pet behind Him.
He drug her along and she crawled less gracefully than before, the clamps biting into her nipples and pinching them tight. she knew He would cause her pain this evening, even without a reason but she had given Him one so very quickly and knew that He was ready to begin tormenting her for His pleasure. He stopped in the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a zip lock bag and sat in the chair.
"Turn around. I want to see that ass."
tess turned and wiggled her tail at Him.
"A bit late for cute, I would say, bitch."
He tugged on the tail sharply...and then again. tess fought to hold position. He wrapped the tail around His hand and slowly pulled on the plug. tess whimpered as it came out and He tossed it to the floor.
"you can clean that later."
He opened the bag and pulled out another plug. This one did not have a tail...and was carved by tess the night before from a root of ginger.
"Since My bitch seems to not like her other tail she can wear this for Me instead. Reach back and spread your cheeks."
she hesitated a fraction of a second and His large palm came down with a loud smack on her ass. her hands flew and she parted her ass cheeks, exposing herself to Him.
Without a word He roughly shoved the ginger root deep into her and slapped her ass several more times when He had finished.
"Bad bitch...bad, bad, bitch. Go get in your cage."
tess made her way back to the dark laundry room and crawled into the cage. her heart raced as she waited for the slow burn to begin. Ginger came on slowly for her and when it hit she was in her own special agony. It made her incredibly horny and she always longed for room to writhe, for the need to move was overwhelming when she was filled with the cold plug that gave off such intense heat. He came to the cage with a dog bone They had purchased at a gourmet shop that used human consumables in their products. He tossed it in the cage before looking its door.
"Enjoy your dinner. I'll be back when I am done with Mine and, I don't want to hear a sound from you while I am gone."
He closed the door to the laundry room, leaving tess in total blackness and it began.
It started as an itch, an ache inside her and at first she thought it might not be as bad as she remembered. she listened to Master in the kitchen. Judging from the sounds she guessed He was heating the cassoulet she made for Him the previous evening. she sniffed at her bone. Just then the first wave of deep heat burned inside her and she actually bit down on the bone to keep from crying out. He had used the ginger on her before but it was during a softer time and He was there to talk her through it, His voice making it bearable, His eyes on His girl. This time she was left to suffer alone, not even allowed to see the pride as He watched her absorb the pain for Him.
It wasn't pure agony but it was enough to make her more than uncomfortable. The urge to tighten her ass cheeks kept coming and she knew that doing so makes the sensation more intense so she focused on relaxing and took a bite of the bone, as she was unsure when she would get a chance to eat again and Master would be displeased is she got light headed from hunger after He had fed her. After about twenty minutes the effects from the plug diminished and as though He knew it, the door opened and He unlatched the cage door. He took her leash again and pulled her out, taking her to a water bowl left on the kitchen floor. He reached down and unclamped her nipples. The blood rushed back into the tender nubs and she groaned. He pinched them tight in His fingers, rolled, and tugged them as her eyes watered. He stopped.
"Drink, bitch."
tess leaned down and lapped at the tepid water, grateful to be able to wash the taste of the grain and protein treat out of her mouth. Water splashed out onto the floor and she licked it from the tile she had cleaned that morning.
