Hi everyone, I really appreciate everyone that took the time to comment on my last chapter, it's amazing, and you all are amazing. I am very much enjoying creating a story for two imperfect people, and doing it very imperfectly I'm sure.
Anyway, back to the good stuff....
At first I thought it had all been a bad dream. My body ached, and as the fog lifted from my eyes, I saw the reality of my situation. I was naked except for my skimpy panties, in a cage. I reached back, running my hands over my butt. It felt better, but the punishment last night was in the forefront of my mind. I tried to stretch out, but could barely do anything. I guessed it must have been early, the sun shone into the windows, and birds were chirping outside. The rest of the world was waking up to a regular day, while I was trapped and humiliated inside this tiny metal prison.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn't fall back asleep. It was too quiet, and my thoughts seemed so loud. I thought back to being laid on David's bed. I had caved, I called him Master, and I said I would be his puppy. He asked if I would be his slut toy, and with out any hesitation I had agreed. Did the fear and pain really motivate me that much, or was I secretly enjoying it? I knew I was at his mercy, but after last night, I wasn't sure that was such a good thing.
I thought back to the park, how hot are sex had been, how much it had stimulated me as never before. I had loved the feeling of the collar around my neck; it made me feel so controlled, so submissive. I liked being handled roughly, when we were screwing, but it was different last night, did I anger him somehow? Did I not meet the expectations he had for me? I bit my lip, so unsure of myself. I know I didn't want any kind of repeat punishment, so I made up my mind to be as compliant as possible. He had given me rules, not many, and while they were humiliating and degrading, maybe it could lead to what I'd been looking for all along....
The door opened, and it interrupted my thoughts. David walked out, ruffled his hair, obviously just having woken up. I met his eyes; he stared into mine, not angry, but searching for something in me. I broke the stare, looked back down at the floor. I felt him crouch down, and he patted my shoulder softly. I pulled away, reeling from the contact. I wrapped my arms around my chest, I wasn't cold, but I missed being covered.
"There's a good girl. You seem much better behaved this morning." I turned red in the face, and stole a glance up at him. He was smiling right back down at me. "Stay here little one, I'll make us some food."
I wanted to scoff at his joke: I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I listened to rattling in the kitchen, and I could make out the ripping of plastic, cracking of eggs, pans clanking around. Then came the smells, and lord, was I hungry. I thought back to the last time I ate, it had to have been almost a full day. It was torture, the smell of butter, bacon, eggs, and cheese wafted through to where my cage was. Thankfully, I didn't wait too much longer; David came back around the corner.
"Good girl, Brooke. The food is ready, but before I let you out, I need to know you remember my rules for you," he said.
I nodded, took a deep breath, and replied, "You are Master, I am your puppy... I don't talk unless you tell me to, I call you Sir..." I trailed off, biting my lip, trying to remember the rest. "I walk around on all fours..."
"You're forgetting a very important one pup," he said sternly.
I looked back up at David fearfully, I didn't want anymore punishment, and I didn't want to be cooped up in the cage any longer. But to my surprise, he unlatched the door, and swung it open for me. Tentatively, I stepped out, my hips and legs sore from being curled up overnight. David reached down, running his hand up my back, grasping the collar, holding my head in place while he clipped the leather leash back on my neck. His hand stayed on me, running back down my spine, sliding past my back, and resting on my ass. Touching me there didn't hurt, the spankings didn't hurt, but it made remember. He let his fingers slip under my panties, brushing the lips of my pussy, and to my surprise, it felt a little wet. I cursed my body for being so easily aroused. David took a knee, lowered his mouth to my ear, and whispered,
"Your body is mine, and I intend to use it, for both our enjoyment..." He let his words linger, and I shuddered as he punctuated them by pushing two fingers into my wet opening. But suddenly, his hand left me, and he stood up, leash in hand.
"There'll be plenty of time to play, come eat Brooke."
David gave me a couple tugs, and I hurried to trot alongside him. In that moment, I was grateful for the soft carpeting; never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine I would spend so much time on the floor. My stomach growled loudly, and I gulped, hoping he didn't hear it. Although, he'd reduced me to this, I'm not sure why the sounds of my stomach would embarrass me further.
David pulled me close to the table, but instead of offering me a seat, he tied the leash around his chair, leaving me there. A few moments later, he was back, two plates of food. He set one on the table, and set another on the floor in front of me. I shouldn't have been surprised, after everything that happened, but I was about to eat off a plate on the floor. I stared at the hot food; the steaming pile of eggs, meat, potatoes, it all looked so good. I could feel my pride leaving me, I looked up to David, asking for permission in my eyes.
"Go ahead, eat. Be good about it, I don't want a mess to have to clean up."
Promptly, I scooted forward, leaning down, putting my mouth right on the plate. I chomped, taking a big bite of it, I could feel some on my face too, and from David's chuckles, I must have been entertaining to watch. I began to figure out a better way, scooping up with my tongue, before wrapping my lips around the bite. I sat up, chewing, and paused. Leaning over and eating right of the plate wasn't easy, but soon I felt his hand on my head. He petted my smooth, straight hair, I found myself feeling content just for a second. The gesture was reassuring, but I snapped out of it as quickly as the feeling had come, started finishing up the meal.
David was all smiles, he must have been happy I'd been playing my role well enough. He took the plates back to the kitchen, and I listened to clinking, and the sound of running water while I waited, still tied up. I took a deep breath, I only had to endure two more days, and then I would be free again. If I was compliant, I was sure I could hold out that long. David returned, untied my leash, and gave it a few tugs, leading me back toward the main room. He flipped on the TV, and sat back comfortably on his couch. Patting the cushion next to him, he signaled for me to join him there. Doing my best dog impression, I approached the couch, crawled up, still on all fours. He pulled my leash back toward him, turning me around, and he pulled me lower, until I was curled, lying down on my side, and my head in his lap.
I started to figure out that fighting and resisting his motions while on leash was very uncomfortable, and painful if he pulled too hard. I wondered if this is what dogs felt as they were pulled along, or yanked backwards toward their masters. As if he was invading my thoughts, David starting stroking my hair. He ran his fingers down the length, pulling it playfully from time to time. I tensed up, I could still feel the pain that his hands had caused me last night, but he continued watching the screen in front of him.
Words were on the tip of my mouth several times, wanting to tell him to stop, wanting to tell him how I feel, wanting to share my unsure feelings about the whole thing. But nothing ever came out. I got lost in my thoughts. I imagined how someone could live like this; I imagined what the future might hold living here with David. I couldn't help myself from revisiting our sex session last weekend, but then I remembered the long uncomfortable night I had spent huddled in the cage. Looking across the room, I could still see it there, a reminder of just how objectified I'd become in a short 12 hours.
I must have been more lost in my daydream than I thought, because David had been "shh"-ing me, telling me to relax, and I obeyed, my muscles now slack as I rested on top of him. I started to feel anxious and restless, even though his touch was feeling good, almost comforting. Maybe that was why I wanted to get up, move. I knew I could let him make me do whatever he wanted me to do, but I had no idea it would be so easy to feel what he wanted me to feel, and that scared me a little. I'd only known this man personally for a few weeks, but he could already look into my soul. He could see every emotion on my face, even though that was a skill I thought I had.
Yet I had no clue what was going on his mind. Was he getting aroused at all? I mean, I was naked, on a collar and leash, and in his lap. I expected him to pull out his dick right there on the couch, pull me around, and make me start sucking it. I stared ahead, but I wanted to see if I could feel the bulge that he might have. I lifted my head up a couple times, pretending to readjust myself and get comfortable, but I couldn't see anything out of the corner of my eye. Thinking that I should act like a puppy, I nuzzled my head against his thigh, feeling up the length of it very slowly with my temple. I guess I didn't realize exactly what I was doing, because I had moved farther up his leg than I thought, and I found that I had moved my head right on top of his crotch, and there was no doubt that he was hard.
"Did you find something you want, pet?" David asked.
"I... I um.... just ...." My stutters were my only reply, before he cut me off,
"You are not allowed to speak often pet, I would make sure you have something to say before you do."
His words made me feel stupid, but I still had no reply. Not without angering him, and that was the last thing I wanted.
"You didn't answer me Brooke, did you find what you wanted, yes or no?"
I was brilliant question. If I said yes, I would be admitting I was looking for his cock, obviously horny, and brave enough to initiate the contact. If I said no, I was saying that I just accidentally felt his hardened member, and that I didn't even want to know if he was hard or not, and I was just a ditz. David seemed intent on in answer, so I thought it over again. I arrived at the conclusion that the only way that this whole experience could be worth it is if I got a lot out of it too, mainly release. In a whisper, I finally replied back,
"Yes, Master, I was looking for your cock."
"Oh you were? Well you found it, now what do you want with it?"
