My knees pressed into the soft pink fur of the blanket while my toes pressed against the cold metal wire of the cage around me. The leather of my collar dug into my neck slightly as I shifted to get comfortable; I had, quite literally, reached the end of my leash. I adjusted my position so that I could lay down and rest fairly comfortably. The cage was fairly roomy, about 4 feet by 4 feet and then 2 or 3 feet tall. I couldn't stretch out my body all the way but I could still turn around, straighten my spine, curl up to sleep, and even "stand" on my hands and knees without any trouble.
"That's my good girl," He said as He closed the door and locked me in for the first time. He assured me, "you will learn to love your new home."
I snuggled my stuffed unicorn and cooed at Him, "Yes, Sir." It was but a moment later and the lights were turned out and I was alone in the room.
I thought this would be a fun game but did not anticipate His enthusiasm... or the locks on the outside of the cage. I thought He would stay and play with me. Now I was just confused though. What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to be doing anything? He didn't say anything. He didn't leave me anything either- no laptop, no videogame, not even my phone. In fact, He didn't give me anything to play with other than my stuffed unicorn and my body. He didn't say not to play with myself, but He also didn't say that I could. I chose not to play with myself, positive that He would soon return.
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"Suck it, Princess."
I rubbed my dry eyes and tried to focus. Damn it, why didn't I take out my contacts?
"I said suck it, Princess."
"Yes, Sir," I replied, still not exactly certain what I was supposed to be sucking but knowing that I needed to acknowledge His demand.
As I got to my knees, a rubber dildo became visible and I approached it with my mouth half open. I couldn't reach it. I tugged at my leash but to no avail; it was hooked on the door and not coming loose. I whimpered and sat back on my heels while He chuckled.
"What's wrong little one?" He teased.
I just sat there and pouted, feeling a bit silly.
He continued to taunt me, this time in baby talk, "awww, does the wittle swut want her toy?"
This time I bristled a bit. Gah! What did He want? Did He actually want me to suck on the toy or just sit there and pout? I reached for the kennel door to try to free the leash.