She awoke hot and sticky. The t-shirt clung to her skin in a sheen of sweat, her hair limp from the same. The blanket was twisted around her and she struggled to untangle herself and stretch out her aching limbs. As she moved, she felt a slickness between her thighs.
"Good morning," a voice purred behind her head, causing her to startle, shaking the kennel. She twisted around to see H crouched next to the kennel, his dark eyes peering in at her and the fingers of his left hand woven through the kennel bars.
"Seems you had a rough night. You weren't a very good bedfellow. L is a very light sleeper and your tossing and moaning kept her up. She pestered me all night to put you back outside." It was true, the woman had had dreams as equally terrifying as they were arousing. Violent, crushing dreams that ended either in her dismemberment or orgasm. H had noticed this too.
"Peel off that shirt. It can't feel pleasant." The woman crossed her arms over her front and pulled it off. Her skin felt less suffocated now, but it was harder to hide the milky sheen on her thighs. "Tsk tsk" H noted. "A tiresome night for everyone, it seems." He rose to his feet and the woman realized he was completely naked. His waist came to the top of the kennel. Her eyes immediately went to his cock, which was becoming more engorged every moment.
She moved towards him, her nerves on fire. He was just out of reach. "I thought you might wake up hungry for this." He said softly. She clung to the bars of the kennel with both hands, rising to her knees, enraptured. She watched a droplet of precum form from the tip of his head and pressed her open mouth to the bars without being able to help herself.
"Oh, sweetheart," he breathed. "You really are in a bad way." Her breasts pushed against the kennel walls, causing patterned indents in the skin. "L will not be pleased if you wake her again, for more reasons than one...She's somewhat..." H inched the head of his cock closer to the cage and the woman barely connected her tongue and lips to the tip before H withdrew it. "Territorial." The weave of the kennel was not large enough to fit the head of his cock through without serious risk of inviting a Chinese finger trap situation. The woman moaned in disappointment as she watched H stroke his erection. She had barely gotten a taste.
She didn't care that she had been tricked into capture and made second to a flouncing, primpy housepet of a girl. Despite herself, she swiveled on her knees and prostrated herself to be used, pushing herself back against the frame. She felt the touch of his finger over her hole and squeezed her eyes shut so hard she saw stars. "Not yet, darling," H said as he stood over her cage. No further explanation was given. And the woman was left to leak on her knees. She bit the blanket in frustration.
H pulled on some boxers and a loose tank, then walked to the bed and shook L awake. "It's coffee time. And now that we have a new initiate you can teach her how to do that task." L sat up groggily from the bed, somehow still managing to look plump, pouty, and endearing with her eyes half closed and her blonde hair sticking out in all directions. She mewed at H as she stretched and then stood up. H collected the lead from the wall, opened the kennel, and snapped it to the woman's collar. The woman crawled out of the kennel and began to stand before receiving a sharp smack from a crop on her back.
"I didn't tell you to stand," H remarked. "On your knees until I say otherwise." The woman, still too startled to protest, dropped back down. "Good girl. You have a lot to learn so try to be smart about it. I don't like repeating the same lesson twice." H handed the lead to L. "She's leaking like a bitch. Hold her here until I find something so she can't make a mess of the kitchen." H pulled something from a dresser drawer and then from a closet. "This seems suitable." H held up a thick leather apparatus and grabbed another of his t-shirts from a drawer.
"This is a chastity belt," he explained as he crouched to look her in the eyes. "This small metal piece in the crotch won't do much to ease your arousal, but that's the fun." He smiled. "Now stand." She did so and stepped each foot into the apparatus which he slid up her legs and secured with buckles and locks. The woman was so wet already, she barely felt the tiny length of metal slide an inch inside her. It only felt cold. No relief. No way to use this small concession to make herself cum. Her face betrayed her dismay and when she glanced at L, saw she was trying to hide a smile creeping into the corner of her mouth. This view was cut off by the fresh t-shirt falling over her head. Again H's scent enveloped her, a smell of clean and of cedar that likely came from one of the many cologne bottles on the dresser. It inspired thoughts of the woods and of fires and making love under a star-filled sky. She loved it.
The reverie was broken when she felt tension on the lead. H returned to the bed, his morning arousal still apparent beneath his boxers. L lead her out of the room and down a hall only just brightening with morning sunlight. It opened to a living room and to the left, the kitchen. A ring plate was bolted to the center of the kitchen floor and a long length of chain was attached. L picked up the chain and clipped it to the woman's collar, unclipping the lead. The woman had a much further range of motion now with which to reach all areas of the kitchen.
She noted the knife block on the counter. Not that she had any designs, but it was always best to commit to memory every potential variable. Wordlessly, L showed her the location of items in the cabinets including everything to make the coffee, then she bounced back to the bedroom leaving the woman standing shackled to the kitchen floor. It had been a long while since she had made coffee, but she gathered together the items and managed to get a pot brewing after a few minutes. She set out two mugs and hesitated on a third. Was she allowed a cup? It was a luxury she had not had in months. Erring on the side of caution, she put the third mug back and gathered the coffee, creamer, and sugar onto a tray. She began to walk across the kitchen before the sliding of the chain reminded her she wouldn't be going far. She cleared her throat loudly and a few seconds later, heard L's footsteps down the hall to collect her.
Once back in the bedroom, L handed the lead to H and climbed back into bed. The woman stood at the bedside with the tray, unsure of what to do next. "When you present your master with an item, you kneel." He instructed. "Be careful not to spill the coffee." The woman managed this while holding aloft the tray. "Very good." H said simply. "Now you may stand and serve. I drink mine black. L likes two sugars and cream."
The morning passed lazily. As it turned out, the woman was allowed coffee, but only black and from a dog bowl. As H set it in front of her on the floor, he reminded her that she was not a housemate yet, only a pet. And good pets had to work their way up to a spot in the bed and other such niceties. It was awkward drinking a hot beverage from a bowl, and she burned her lips more than once. Again the woman had to endure periodic interruptions of her morning nap in her kennel, agitated by the moaning of L and the thumping of the bed frame against her kennel.
Around noon, L made lunch and served it to H and the woman. The woman had not realized how hungry she was until she began eating and then almost couldn't control herself. When was the last time she had eaten an actual meal? It was hard to recall. Perhaps it was what she had scrounged outside the back of a restaurant the day before H had captured her.
