When I woke, I was being tipped of Master's lap as he stood up, I moved my head and felt the lead being attached to my collar, I crawled off the sofa, following master, we went to a bedroom, his I assumed. There was a small cage in one corner of the room, and he led me to it, he took off my corset, it was a relief to be able to breathe properly. My collar was not taken off, but I didn't mind, it wasn't tight, Master backed me into the cage, and locked the door, I curled up, stuck, and whined at him.
I watched him until he went to his bed, took a blanket, and threw it over my cage to stop me, I whined loudly as I was plunged into darkness, determined that I would not sleep in this tiny box. I whined and threw myself against the sides of the cage, trying to knock it over, I only succeeded in getting master to come and tell me off. He had the riding crop in his hand
"Listen bitch, you can come out, and I will give you 50 straps with this, or you can stay in your cage, shut up, and go to sleep. Which is it going to be?" I shrunk back into the cage, but he grabbed my collar, tugging me out, then, with me still on all fours, he said "Count bitch, and mind you do it carefully, for every time you miscount, you will get two more hits." Oh dear. I gasped as it came down on my back
"One!"
"One What Whore?!"
"One master!" he lashed me, not rhythmically, but erratically, making it difficult to keep count and more painful, he strapped my whole body, leaving no part of me untouched by the crop, when I finally got to 50, he informed me that I had messed up my counting 5 times, and had therefore earned 10 more hits, but I could choose to have these on my nipples when they were clamped, or on my pussy. I hesitated, unable to decide which would be least painful, then asked for him to hit my nipples, he smiled "with pleasure bitch, roll over!" I did, and lay flat on my back as he clamped my nipples, wincing at the sharp pains and thinking that this might not have been such a good idea. I prepared to count again and he brought the crop down across my nipples, twisting the clamps and making me roll with the pain, I managed to count that one, and then somehow, I survived the other nine.
"Well done slut, now, you may sleep at the end of my bed, or you may sleep in your cage, which is it to be?" I looked at the bed, and he pulled me to it, I crawled up onto the end, curling up there, he got under the sheets, and went to sleep, I was not long in joining him, the day had tired me out.
When I woke, sunlight was streaming through the windows, and Master was sitting up in bed, he snapped his fingers, and I scrambled up the bed towards him still half asleep.
"Breakfast slut." I took his dick in my mouth, and he stroked my hair, I savoured the slightly salty taste of his precum, and sank on to him until his tip hit the back of my throat, my head bobbed up and down, my ass in the air, enjoying being stroked, I felt Master's hand stroking my slit, wet already, I wagged my ass as if the tail was still there, and heard him chuckle, then, one hand holding my head down, he thrust into me and came hard, I held his cum in my mouth, looking up at him expectantly, and he flipped me onto my back, then, whilst tickling my clit, gave me permission to swallow, I did so gratefully.
Master pulled me onto his lap, and pinched my nipples as he stroked my clit, then the maid came in with a plate of breakfast and rested it on my stomach as if I were a table.
"Make her come." Master said, he was talking to the maid, she knelt obediently between my legs and bit my thighs, I gasped, trying not to throw Master's breakfast of my tummy. The maid got to my sex and flicked her tongue up my slit, hardly brushing my clit, she bit my lips, holding them between her teeth and pulling, releasing them slowly, painfully, then without warning she fastened her teeth on my clit, I almost threw master's breakfast as my back arched, she twisted and tugged, as if trying to bite my clit off, then she let it go, and I gasped again as the blood flowed back, and she began to lap up my juices, cat-like, she rubbed my clit with her tongue from time to time, and sometimes thrust her tongue inside me, clearly enjoying her task and taking her time over it. I felt her nails drag down my legs and shuddered, receiving a slap across the face from master,
"Stay still Slut, or you won't be allowed to cum." I tried not to move, and concentrated on gasping with the intense pleasure instead, I could feel my nearness to coming, God I was close, but she took her time, not rushing, flicking, biting, teasing and rubbing with a deliberate slowness that was driving me crazy, I came suddenly, shivering, and trying hard not to at the same time, tensing my muscles in an effort to stay still, my juices flowing into the maid's mouth, she lapped me clean, almost making me cum again in the process, then got up, and walked out of the room.
All this time, Master had been eating breakfast, and now he put a corner of toast between my lips, I ate it gratefully, and received another, then he took an apple from his bedside table, held it up in front of me, and said,
"Now slut, we're going to do a bit more training, for every thing you do right, you can have a piece of apple, and for every thing you do wrong, you will get 2 lashes with my crop. Now, on the floor." He lifted the plate off me and I obediently scrambled onto the floor, "go and find your tail slut, I want you to put it in today." I found it, and managed, with much gritting of teeth, and using the bedpost, to push it into my ass, I was sure it was larger than it had been yesterday. "Good girl, give me your tongue." I held out my tongue and he placed a small piece of apple on it, telling me not to eat it. He left the room briefly, and I tried to taste the apple on my tongue without putting it in my mouth, then he came back in and told me to eat it, I did, and then thanked him. "No talking slut" he produced a dildo from behind his back, and rammed it into me, meeting with no resistance in my dripping sex, then he pulled me onto my knees, and said "hold it, let it drop and you'll get 10 lashes." I clenched my pussy around the dildo, trying desperately to hold it, but my legs were too far apart, and my pussy too wet, the dildo slipped and fell to the floor, "right, I warned you, now, you will count these, and thank me for each blow, for every mistake you make, we start again, and the number of blows is doubled." Oh dear, it was very difficult to concentrate on counting when being whipped, the first blow came down across my back,
"One master, thank you." The second came hard on its heels
"Two master, thank you" There was a pause, as if he were deciding where to strike next, after a minute, he decided on my calves, it hurt, but I thanked him for it, then he brought it down on the tender soles of my feet, I thanked him, and by now I was calling numbers with no idea if they were right or wrong. Then he stopped,
"Wrong number slut, 20 this time, and if you mess up again it'll be 40." I swallowed, my body was stinging already. I began to count as he began to beat me, then he stood me up, held my hands above my head against the pole of the four-poster bed, and told me to keep them there. I obeyed, and clenched my teeth between counting the lashes and thanking him for them. My knuckles were white from clutching the pole so tightly, and my whole body was on fire from the lashes.
I don't remember how long it was before I passed out, but I woke up in the cage, stinging all over, every muscle aching. I started to struggle, I hated this cage, I couldn't bear being stuffed into this tiny, claustrophobic space. The blanket had been put over the cage, so it was dark, and apart from assuming that I was still in Master's bedroom, I had no idea where I was, I whined and whimpered, rocking the cage as much as I could, trying desperately to get out, and suddenly the blanket was pulled off and I was almost blinded in the sudden brightness.
