Chapter 2βTraining the Bitch
This is written a little differently than Chapter 1, but I hope that you find it interesting. Also, this is a series. It helps to read the stories in order to fully understand. Enjoy!
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I awaken to the smell of coffee brewing. I feel stiff from being on the floor all night and begin to stretch.
"Good morning, slave." you say to me.
I still refuse to accept my new status and ignore your comment. I feel the need to urinate and attempt to stand in order to go to the bathroom. I had forgotten that I am chained to the living room pillar.
"Please, can I use the toilet?"
You laugh while pointing to the bucket that I had used to piss in last night. The piss and cum from last night's rape is still in the bucket. I have no choice. The pressure of my full bladder is more than I can take. I squat over the bucket and relieve myself as you watch my every move.
Once finished, I try to shake to get all of the piss off of me. I go to stand and I feel a sharp pain across my tits.
"You will remain on all fours, slave." you say as you whip my tits.
"FUCK YOU!"
"Oh, this is getting old, slut. When are you going to behave?" I feel the sting across my nipples. I wince in pain, regretting my statement. After several more blows across my nipples, you hook a lead to my collar and tell me it's time to go for a walk.
I assume you are going to parade me around the house, displaying your trophy in private. However, when you have me heel and walk outside, fear strikes me. I am completely naked, except for a collar and leash.
I try to stand again, in an attempt to go back inside. You shove me back down and spit in my face. "You will learn to obey me."
You walk me around outside. "Now, good bitches piss and shit outside. I am going to housetrain you now." I am appalled that you called me a bitch! I am not! I am doing this against my will----or am I? The excitement of being used makes my pussy wet.
"Sniff around to find a good spot," you tell me. I put my face near the ground and smell. "No, bitch, face down," as you use your foot to push my head down to rest on the ground. "This is how you sniff for a spot."
I feel the cool morning dew on the grass wetting my face. You get behind me and kick my legs apart. "Piss, bitch." Being that I had just gone, I was unable to go. "Perhaps you need to shit instead?" you chuckle. Truth be known, I did need to defecate. However, this position made it difficult. You pull my hair to bring me upright, then push me so that I am squatting. "Shit, bitch."
There is no way I am going to defecate outside. This is not what a lady does. But am I a lady anymore? Master did spend a sizeable amount to buy me. Wait, did I just refer to him as Master? My God, what is happening to me?
"Bitch, if you don't shit now, I'll get the garden hose and give you an enema right here and now."
Knowing that it would be very unpleasant to experience, I do squeeze in attempt to move my bowels. I feel a movement coming. I push and push, and begin to feel the feces protruding from me. You watch me intently, knowing that this is completely humiliating for me. After several minutes, the shit drops to the ground.
"Good bitch. Now, let's clean you up. Heel." You walk me to the hose.
"Please, not the hose. It will be very cold."
You laugh, "Then perhaps you will accept your fate and be a good bitch." You turn on the faucet and pick up the hose. "Bend over."
"No! I will not! You cannot make me!"
"Do we really need to do this the hard way? I'm really tired of your insubordination. Last chance before you REALLY regret your choice. BEND OVER!"
Glaring at you, I bend over and wait for the cold blast of water onto my asshole. You wait several minutes, knowing that I am expecting the cold blast...teasing me. Then, I feel it. A hard, steady, icy cold stream of water, squirting hard enough that it cleans the shit from my asshole.
After several minutes, I am cold and in pain. I feel goosebumps all over my body; my nipples as erect as ever. You stop squirting me and direct me to heel. I get by your side and crawl beside you. We go back inside and you chain me back to the familiar pillar in the main room.
You ask, "Are you hungry?"
I do feel hungry and thirsty. The last time I had eaten was at the mall yesterday. I shake my head yes.
You disappear into the kitchen. I crawl back under the blanket, trying to get warm again. I keep thinking, "It can't get much worse."
A few minutes later, I feel my leash being attached to my collar again. "Heel." I crawl beside you to the kitchen. I see on the floor two stainless steel dog bowls. You take me over to them. One has scrambled eggs in it, the other water.
"Eat your breakfast."
"I need a fork."
You laugh. "No, bitches do not use forks. Now eat. You have 3 minutes before the bowl is lifted."