It seems like a lot of people don't get that this is specifically a non-con BDSM fantasy with LOTS of pet play and Stockholm syndrome. If that isn't your thing, maybe you shouldn't read it?
The end of this chapter gets hot! Hope you like it!
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It was a week before Christmas. The weeks leading up to the 18th of December were peaceful and even joyful. Master and I decorated the house with lots of decorations. We put lights up inside and outside. We put up a real tree that we cut down from the backyard. We decorated it with white lights and lots of ornaments. He even let me pick some cute ornaments and decorations off of Amazon so I would have my own touch. I got a carousel horse, a crystal penguin, a green dinosaur, and a hedgehog made from a pinecone. Master got me a paw print that said "Cleo's first Christmas 2020." I didn't like it at first, but I realized it was his way of welcoming me into a new tradition. We had so much fun decorating the tree. He even let me stand up and take off my mittens. We listened to Christmas carols and danced the day away.
And the icing on the cake was the yard decorations. Ever since I was little, I adored those light up reindeer sets with all 9 of Santa's reindeer and the sleigh. I always bugged my parents to get them, even though they were expensive. Finally, one year, we got two little deer with moving heads and set them up in our front yard. But on Christmas Eve, someone stole them from our yard while we were at my grandparents. I was livid and devastated. We never got reindeer again. But after telling Master this, he ordered three big reindeer for the backyard. One of them even had a red nose! I was so excited.
By this time, I was very used to my butt plug. We had moved up in size so now I was wearing one about five inches long and two inches wide without a problem. I had an enema every day, and I could even give them to myself when Master was busy. Inserting the plug usually got me very horny, but unlike the first day, I wasn't allowed to orgasm every time. He limited it to a couple times a week. This meant I was profusely horny all the time. I felt like I was constantly rutting on his legs and the furniture. Thankfully, he didn't make me wear it at night, so at least I got a small break.
Cumming came with a price. I had to make Master cum before I got to. I balked many times before I resigned myself to the task. At first, he always used the spider gag and kept my hands bound in some way. Slowly, I was given the use of my hands and finally I was no longer gagged. He taught me to skillfully tease him and work him up until he was spasming and ready to cum. Normally he made me swallow, which repulsed me at first. I had never done that before him. But I got used to it, and eventually found it preferable to being cummed on. Less clean up.
I think he was fucking with my mind, honestly. Slowly but surely, whenever I gave him a blow job, my pussy got wet. I was definitely being conditioned to get horny from sucking him off. I tried to resist at first, to do it as clinically as possible. But something about me just clicked. Maybe it was the mind-blowing orgasms at his hands that pushed me over the edge. Maybe he was drugging me. Whatever it was, I began to get really into my task. I would drool and gag all over his cock for as long as he wanted. His moans egged me on. I became turned on by just the smell of his musk alone. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
You may be curious as to how my escape plan was going, and let me say, it wasn't going well for two reasons. Primarily, there were just no openings. The doors were always locked. I always had my collar, cuffs, and mittens on. I was either locked in my cage or locked to the bed at night. I was never outside alone. I didn't even know where he kept the car keys. There was just no open opportunity to run.
But secondly, after a few months, I couldn't help myself from forming an uncommon and unusual bond with Master. It wasn't my fault, I swear. Maybe he was drugging me. I don't know. But the need to run wasn't so dire anymore. I didn't wake up depressed, or anxious, or sullen. I woke up softly and happily, ready to face the day. I was in better shape than I ever had been before, physically and mentally. The food was superb and my mind and body were adequately stimulated.
Over time, I gave in to Master's soft but firm hands. I learned to follow his orders without hesitation, for the most part. You can say I didn't fight enough. You can say the way I acted was unrealistic. You can say I was downright stupid. But I know what I felt and why I acted the way I did.
Sure, I thought about my family every day. I often asked to write them letters, but was denied. He did promise me that one day, I would be allowed. But not yet. Yet other than that, I missed nothing about my old life. Not the bills, not the school stress, not even Hannah, honestly.
I mean, how would you react? Someone takes care of you, takes away your anxiety about money and the future. They feed you and care for you and shower you with affection. They provide everything you need, and many of the things you want. Sure, they demand things of you, and push you past your emotional, physical, and sexual limits. But at the end of the day, they still dote on you and reward you generously. I believe, for anyone, it would be hard to resist the good of this life.
So here I am, living with my kidnapper, finding a sense of rhythm and relishing in his care. I found myself jumping to fulfill his every command. I revelled in his head pats, his praise, his affection. Snuggling up with him or even at his feet brought me a sense of serenity. It felt right, like it was where I was born to be...
The one thing we never addressed was his proclamation of love. I never asked him about it, but sometimes he would whisper it to me when he thought I was asleep. I never responded, however. Yet I liked hearing it, even if I wasn't sure I loved him back. Even if I wasn't sure I could love him back.
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It was constantly snowing by this time as well. The mountains and the trees were so beautiful. A blizzard had just tinkered off the morning of December 15th. I was happily sleeping in bed next to Master but was woken up by his soft nudging.
"Go make two cups of tea and bring them back up." He said sleepily. He unchained my collar and I slipped out of bed. I put my robe on and went downstairs. I fed Bear while the water was heating up and let him outside. He darted out the door, ready to play in the snow.
I poured the water and got English breakfast tea for him and pumpkin spice for me. I added sugar and padded back upstairs quietly. He took his tea sleepily and beckoned for me to rejoin him. We drank silently and watched the last of the snow fall. I fell back asleep after finishing my cup. It seemed like it was going to be a lazy day.
It was nearly 11:00 when Master woke me up. "I have to go to the store today and I wanna go while the snow has stopped." He said as he got out of bed.
I don't know what made me ask, but before even thinking about it, I asked, "Can I go? Please, Master?"
He seemed surprised and skeptical.
"I promise I'll be good and quiet and I'll stay by you. I just want to go somewhere. I feel really cooped up." I explained, hoping he would give in. It had been two months since I had been outside these walls and any person would go crazy in that situation.
He put his hands on his hips. He looked so stern, even in just his boxers. The dark hard on his chest, his slightly muscled stomach, his well muscled arms. My pussy started to stir.
I sat up on the bed and got into the beg position. I gave him my best sad whine and puppy eyes.
He laughed a little and rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can come."
"Eep! Yay! Thank you, Master!" I squealed.
"You're welcome, little one. Go get ready. Give yourself an enema and then come here for your plug."
"Yes, Master!" I jumped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and hair and put it into two pigtail braids. Then I got in the shower and quickly washed myself out. It was not nearly as unpleasant as the first time, and it was much easier now. I crawled out of the bathroom fresh and clean and ready to go.
Master snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. I knew what he wanted. I crawled over, climbed on the bed and got down on my elbows and knees. He came up behind me and pushed the plug into my warm, wet pussy. Then he squirted a little lube on my asshole and started working his fingers into me. It was easy, and I opened up instantly for him. I moaned a little.
"That's a good puppy. So warm and soft." He cooed. He worked in a second finger, making me arch back into him. I huffed deeply.
Soon, he pulled out his fingers and easily replaced it with the now wet and hot plug. I mewled as it slid in place and my ass closed around it. I had my eyes closed in happy bliss when two fingers were shoved in my mouth.
"Clean me, pet."
I lapped up my juices and the lube obediently. When he was clean, he took back his hand, slapped me on the ass, and praised me.
"You're getting so good at taking the plug." Without warning, he shoved my head down on the bed, leaving my hips in the air. "Soon enough, you should be able to take my cock." He shoved two fingers in my pussy and pressed on the base of the plug with his thumb.
I squealed. The thought terrified me. Id never done anal. Sure, the plugs were actually enjoyable, but I didn't think I could handle something of Master's size ever. The blatant statement of what he planned on doing made my stomach flip. I whimpered.
But as quickly as it started, he pulled his fingers out and his hands left my body. I kneeled in place, still processing his words. He threw a pair of black leggings, pink panties and a plain green sweatshirt on the bed.
"Get dressed, pup."
I quickly dressed, eager to ignore my aching pussy, and get out of this house. As I did so, Master went downstairs and fumbled around in the kitchen. I looked in the mirror, making sure I was presentable. Making sure no one would be able to tell what I was: a sex pet, a captive toy. The buckle of the collar was so obvious to me. It was a dog collar.
'If anyone saw that, they would instantly know.' I thought. So I spun it around to hide the shiney metal. Now it just looked like a choker. A thick, genuine leather choker, but a choker nonetheless.
When I crawled into the kitchen a few minutes later, he was pouring my breakfast smoothie into my bowl. As I leaned down to eat, he pushed me away with his booted foot.
"Ah ah ah, beg first."
I pouted instantly, but a stern look wiped it off my face. I knelt up and whined quietly. I pawed his leg for extra effort. He smiled.
"Good girl! Eat!"
I dropped my face to the bowl and lapped it up happily. When I was done, he dressed me in warm clothes. I donned my purple parka and matching fuzzy snow boots. Next came mittens, a scarf, and a hat. Master dressed the same. The weatherman said it was in the teens with lots of wind today.
As I stepped outside with Master's hand holding my arm and guiding me, the wind hit my face and made me shiver. The snow was blinding, despite the sun still being hidden by clouds. I got a sudden giddy feeling in my tummy.
'This could be your chance to escape.' The thought popped into my head. It shocked me for a second. When I asked to come out with Master, I wasn't even thinking of escape. But as we walked to the garage, I was keenly aware of what chance was opening up before me. I would be seeing other people. All I would have to do was shout, "Call 911! This man kidnapped me!" And someone would surely notice.
I thought about the likelihood of someone believing me as he buckled me in the front seat.
"Alright, I'm going to blindfold you." His words shook me out of my planning.
I looked at him questioningly, almost about to ask him why but his look reminded me that I wasn't supposed to question him. I closed my eyes and leaned toward him and he covered me with a soft blindfold. Then he shut the door and walked to his side. The truck was chilly, but he turned on the heat as soon as he was inside.
His hand was suddenly around my neck, not choking me, but giving me a taste of the power he held back. His breath was hot on my ear.
