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“Would you like this warmed up?” Saki asked, already turning towards the microwave as her regular customer, Fujiwara, nodded his assent.

Predictable as always, he preferred his meals hot even in the humid summer heat, but she still had a hard time dropping the formality of asking.

He normally came in just past midnight, ordering the same pork cutlet bowl with udon. He was such a frequent customer that she made sure it was always stocked on her shifts. She had a fondness for her regulars, Fujiwara included, even though she only knew his name from the one time he forgot to remove his name tag, which appeared to have been a lingering remnant from a work party.

She often wondered what kind of work he did so late that required his schedule to be just as messed up as hers was. From what she could tell, he appeared to be some sort of accountant. He had that mousey hunched look, as if he spent a lot of time at the computer, and though she had made small talk with him occasionally, she never asked what he did for work. Fujiwara seemed plenty harmless; his eyes didn't linger on her like some of the other men who came in late at night, so she risked a smile every now and again.

The shrill beep of the microwave brought her back to the present, and she handed the meal back, savoring the warmth of the plastic tray on her palms as she tucked it into a carrier bag, stuffing in a pair of chopsticks and a towelette.

“Thank you for your patronage,” she smiled.

Fujiwara nodded back, grabbing the chopsticks immediately from the bag and cracking them apart on his way out to his usual spot on the stone half wall that framed the bike rack. Likely he would be out there for another forty minutes or so until his break was over, and then sometimes she could see him walking to the station on his way home in the peaceful hours of the early morning.

Saki didn't mind working the late shift. Her supervisor allowed her to choose her hours and she preferred the times when there were fewer customers. It was quiet on the outskirts of Tokyo and the sparse patrons were usually businessmen who needed a coffee or some alcohol, or occasionally one of the adult magazines they kept in the back corner. None of the customers ever made her feel too uncomfortable. She could tell they didn’t really see her as a person past her Lawson uniform, but she still took precautions anyway, making sure to avoid making too much small talk and waiting until the store was empty before she slipped out to go home. The most she had to fear were perverts taking photos up her skirt on the train or following her home in the dark.

The worst she had ever seen during her shift were a few disheveled drunks, but she made sure to be extra respectful to them, not drawing their attention, just in case.

Today was one of the days Saki worked until early morning. She spent most of the shift planning her grocery list for the week in between customers, thinking about what she could make when she woke up later in the afternoon.

Maybe some nice chicken curry.

When four am rolled around, Saki wrapped up her shift at the store by grabbing an egg salad sandwich for the train ride home and a lemon tea. Takuya was taking over for her next and she met him at the front register to checkout. He was a quiet guy, but unlike her last manager he got his share of the work done and didn't mind if she had to take off to see her family in Osaka every now and again. She was overdue for a visit home, but just hadn’t brought herself to buy the tickets. Money was tight.

“See you tomorrow, Takuya,” she said as she turned to leave the store, noticing a group of four or five people outside wearing black business suits.

Suits were not unusual in the Japanese workforce, but at four in the morning, the shape of the crowd struck her as odd. The more she looked, the more she realized the crowd was formed in a loose circle around the bike racks.

Takuya followed her gaze and leaned over the register to peer out the window.

“What's going on out there?”

“I’m not sure,” Saki said.

She could see the circle of people getting tighter around the object of their focus. Suddenly a pair peeled away from the crowd, slamming against the front window of the conbini, startling her and Takuya both.

“What the—?”

Takuya stared at the two people wrestling on the window as he started blindly reaching for the phone.

The group had quickly followed the pair, facing the store window as they wrestled against the glass. From the front Saki could see the group had rolled sleeves, and bore tattoos on their neck or wrist. Some of them even had the glimmer of piercings, but they all had matching blood red ties. Saki’s stunned brain finally put it together… yakuza. There was a group of yakuza at the store, and they were fighting.

Saki yelped as the blonde haired attacker drove his fist into the smaller man whose back was pressed up against the glass. In the morning light she recognized the haircut of the smaller man even from the back.

It's Fujiwara, she realized. They’re attacking Fujiwara.

They must have caught him walking home after work.

Takuya came around the front of the register, phone in his hand, rapidly speaking into the receiver. “No, I don’t know who it is but they are fighting outside.” He paced behind the register before holding the phone away from his face. “Saki, quick! Lock the door.”

The fight at the window was slowing down already. It seemed like Fujiwara was outmatched easily by his attacker and could do nothing to stop the onslaught. He slid down into the fetal position as the group around him jeered, and a new gang member stepped forward.

A woman.

Lean and muscular with a short, summer haircut that had made it hard to discern her right away. Her suit jacket hung from her shoulders, and when she moved with the swagger that matched the rest of the group, Saki could see flashes of her red undershirt. She advanced on Fujiwara and grabbed him by the hair.

Saki didn’t want to see what happened next.

She dropped her belongings next to the counter and rushed over to the door to lock it, cursing it as it automatically opened. Her shaking hands slapped at the button near the top of the door frame to turn off the power so she could manually slide them closed. She stood in the middle of the welcome mat and hooked her fingers into the small cutouts that worked as emergency handles and pulled them together just as a large, calloused hand slipped through, blocking the door from closing.

She froze, slowly looking upwards through the glass into the broad chest of a man, up to the tattoo of a snake crawling up his neck and behind his ear. She met his gaze in a moment of eye contact that felt like a lifetime. His brown eyes were full of malice, the rough shadow of stubble on his chin making his sinister smile seem even darker. An ice-cold spike of adrenaline stabbed through her veins.

He grinned at her as she redoubled her efforts and pressed her palms flat against the door, seeking traction. If she could just close the doors enough to make him pull his hand back through—

but he wasn’t even flinching—

Please, please, please, she silently begged the door. Close!

Movement to her right caught her attention. She watched, stunned, as a blade appeared through Fujiwara’s back, hitting the glass panel next to the door with a muffled tink. His murderer, the woman, looked over his shoulder through the glass and straight into Saki’s eyes.

She barely had time to think about it before she noticed the man in front of her, reaching with his other hand and bringing the blade of a sword to the gap.

Are they going to kill me, too?

He slipped the tip of the blade above his wedged fingers so that if pressed through, it would stab her right between the eyes. His arm flexed and he pressed the sword forward, just thin enough to fit, the metal glint of steel moving straight for her face— She ran.

Giving up on the door, she stumbled backwards away from the blade, away from the man, barely feeling when she bashing her hip against the first endcap of the aisle, sending a few packets of gummies to the floor. Without her at the entrance, the man slid the door open easily and a few more members of the gang entered the store with the tell-tale ding-dong of the motion sensor. She hurried towards the back door as Takuya watched her in confusion.

Her chest tightened with panic but she quickly forced herself up off the hard angle of the shelf and towards the back door. She stumbled, nearly slipping on a packet of something. The look in that gang member’s eyes had sparked some primal instinct to run.

She heard Takuya shout something as she turned into the hall with the customer bathrooms, slamming into the emergency exit door at the end of the hall and bounced off of it. Locked.

No no no no no.

She ducked into the nearest bathroom, feeling her pulse pounding in her neck. She clicked the lock into place and looked around for something to use. Nothing. The toilet was immaculate, just as Takuya liked to keep it during his shift, but that meant there was nothing for her to grab or use as a weapon. Just the stalls, some toilet paper, and the sinks. The cleaning supplies were kept in the store room behind the register, including the mop and some chemicals that she probably could have used to defend herself.

Why hadn’t she just gone there?

She climbed up on the toilet and pulled the stall door shut. Maybe she shouldn’t have locked the door, now they would know which bathroom she’s in. She felt like an idiot. She was doing everything wrong. She prayed to whatever god was out there that the door was sturdy enough to survive if someone tried to beat it down. Please let the police arrive soon.

Takuya had already called them… right? She wished she had her phone but it was still inside her bag near the register.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell chime of the front door as people walked across the threshold. Maybe the gang had just left. Maybe the police had just arrived.

She waited a few minutes in tense silence, clamping a hand over her mouth just in case. The door handle suddenly twisted and she jerked in fear.

The handle rattled again with more force. Surprisingly, she heard Takuya’s voice filter through the door.

“Uh, Saki.” He sounded as flustered as she felt. “The cops are here. It’s safe.”

She dropped down off the toilet and held her breath behind the door, hesitating.

“Saki...? Are you okay in there?” Takuya pried. “I just want to know you’re alright.”

“I’m okay,” she said.

Her hand shifted to the lock and she cracked the door open to Takuya’s worried face. “What happened?”

He swallowed noisily, and sweat dripped down his forehead. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever looked this nervous. “They got in.”

She opened the door a little wider. “Where’s the police?”

Suddenly the door was ripped out of her grasp, flinging open, and the man with the snake tattoo was standing there behind Takuya.

“Hello again, little Saki,” snake-neck said.

She backed up, nearly falling on her ass, but he snatched her by the front of her shirt. A large ring with a serpent wrapped around a ruby red gem glinted right in front of her face.

“Get off me!” she said, using both hands to try to pry the man’s fingers open.

Her puny efforts did nothing, and his calloused fist remained tightly twisted in the front of her blouse.

“Takuya!” she screamed.

She caught sight of him being dragged around the corner and outside the store by more of the thugs. How many were there?

“Come along, little thing,” the man with the red ring said as he pulled her out into the hall by her shirt. “We gotta go.”

“No, no, please, I didn’t see anything,” she begged, clutching the hand fisted in her shirt. “I don’t even know who you are— any of you!”

She tried to grab the door frame as they passed into the main room of the store, but the corner was smooth with no edge to grab, her fingers only scrabbled against bare white walls.

“It’s ok, don’t worry Saki-chan,” he mocked, exchanging his grip on her shirt to twist his hand through her hair, “you come with us and we’ll take good care of you.”

She cried out, immediately grabbing at his hand again as he pushed her head down, effectively bending her in half, and walked her out the store. It was all happening so fast. She couldn't think— she couldn't do anything. Her mind scrambled for some way to break his hold, some way to resist, but she was too panicked to form a single coherent plan.

The Lawson welcome mat passed under their feet, and the door’s familiar chime dinged obliviously as they crossed the threshold. Her body followed his grip on her head out the door and straight into the backseat of a police car.

The door slammed behind her and she turned, searching for the lock, the door handle. Nothing.

She heard Takuya take a deep breath behind her. A quick glance over her shoulder let her know he seemed mostly unharmed. He held his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Saki,” he moaned, “they just— I couldn’t—”

There weren’t words for how she was feeling about him right now, so she ignored him. She would tell him off after they escaped.

Through the tinted glass she could see cops cordoning off the front of the store.

“Help! Help us! We’ve been kidnapped!” She banged on the glass but nobody turned. Nobody looked.

Mr. Ring walked around to the passenger side of the car and slipped into the seat just as another man in a cop uniform got in the driver’s side. She couldn't tell if he was actually a corrupt cop or another gang member in disguise, but she instantly knew by the way he avoided looking at her in the backseat that he wouldn’t be helping them.

“Please just let us go, I won’t tell anyone,” she tried again, slipping her fingers through the mesh that divided the front and back seat.

Mr. Ring turned and smiled at her before he slammed his hand into the mesh, startling her back into the seat. “Be quiet. If I have to stop before we reach our destination, you’re going to regret it.”

She believed him. Instead she turned her body towards the window as the car began to move, trying to remember the twists and turns they were taking through the city, but it appeared they were heading into the suburbs. Then, into the countryside with rice fields like stairs up the mountain. Mr. Ring spent most of the ride texting on his phone, and the fake cop clicked on the radio once they left the city and a steady stream of classic rock filled the car the rest of the journey. Takuya had been still the whole ride, gripping his head in his hands and moaning pitifully.

By the time they arrived she had resolved to run the first chance she got. The moment they opened the door she was going to bolt. She knew the further they took her from home, the harder it was going to be to get back.

She pretended to be scared, even more scared than she actually was, when Mr. Ring peered over his shoulder to check on them. Now that she had a plan she couldn't tell what she was feeling anymore over the adrenaline. The countryside mansion they pulled in front of was traditionally extravagant, several buildings connected by professionally tended gardens and walkways.

She tensed her muscles, ready to leap out as soon as the door opened. As soon as there was a small gap she leaned forwards, stopping suddenly when a hand gripped her around the throat and slowly, forcefully, pressed her back against the seat.

“Not so fast,” Mr. Ring smiled. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

And she did, if only to get the feeling of his clawed grip off the pulse in her neck. She turned stiffly, grateful that he couldn't see her expression while her back was to him. Couldn’t see her gritted teeth or the tears welling up in her eyes as metal cuffs clicked into place around her wrists at the small of her back.

When she got out she noticed they did the same to Takuya, and they both were marched inside the main entryway, pausing only to remove their shoes at the entrance. Saki jumped as a bag was pulled over her head, the dark fabric brushing against her eyelashes and getting caught in her mouth when she tried to breathe.

The deeper they walked into the compound, the faster her heart began to beat.

She wasn’t getting out of here. She didn’t know what was happening. They hadn’t listened to her.

She was going to die.

Her legs gave out under her and she felt two sets of hands hoist her back up by her armpits and drag her limp body down the hall.

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Saki’s knees hit the tatami mat hard, jarring her. She would have fallen forwards on her face if not for the hand suddenly bracing her shoulder.

“Sir,” she heard a man say from her left side.

Saki tilted her head back and forth, trying to catch the light through the fabric in an attempt to see through the bag on her head. She could tell they were in a well-lit area, but she could only discern the nearby shape of what she assumed was Takuya on her right, and the blurry form of someone standing to her left, probably one of the men who dragged her down the hall. From the way the man’s voice echoed, the room seemed pretty spacious.

“We have two witnesses,” the voice continued, “conbini workers. Nothing special.”

If she hadn’t been so tense, she might have scoffed. She could barely be considered a witness. Everything had happened so quickly, by tomorrow her memory would be a complete blur.

“Take care of them. Out in the garden by the lake. You know what to do,” she heard a low dark voice say, “and don't leave a mess this time.”

Wait, wait, wait.

She tried to get to her feet but the hand on her shoulder shifted to grip the back of her neck, holding her down.

“No, no, no, please,” she said, her voice breaking as she held back her tears.

How did it come to this? One moment she was working and having a normal day and now she was begging for her life.

Since she couldn’t stand up, she put her forehead down to the floor in what she hoped would look like an appeasement.

“Please don’t do this, I—I didn’t see anything. I won’t tell anyone.”

On the floor, she was able to rub the fabric on her head against the tatami, and worked her head quickly against the mat, pushing it up her chin. Maybe if she sat up quick enough she could fling it from her head, let them see she was a real person—

“Wait,” said a female voice, “let me see that one.”

Then the bag was pulled the rest of the way off her head.

She blinked her vision into focus, and imagined what she must look like, cheek pressed against the floor, hair in disarray, lashes wet with frustrated tears.

Saki swallowed and struggled back to her knees, keeping her head bowed while her eyes searched the room. It was big enough to be a volleyball court except it was square. It reminded her of the dojo she visited when her friend from school had entered a kendo competition. In front of her, like a row of judges, were members of the yakuza.

She had suspected as much, since smaller gangs just weren’t capable of kidnapping people right off the street, and with police backing too… She wanted to think of a way out but she didn't feel very positive about the potential outcomes. She could only hope they had mercy on her.

She noticed that Fujiwara’s killer sat along one edge, her beautiful cold gaze magnified by the blood droplets that glittered along her cheek. Towards the center were some older men who exuded power, seated in fine silk suits with glittering gold necklaces and watches. A few of them had demure-looking women sitting behind them at an angle. Serving women, she assumed.

“We don't have time for this,” a deep and powerful voice said, coming from one of the men in the middle.

He was older, clean shaven. His face was creased with displeasure. He flicked his hand lazily at Saki, and what she assumed was Takuya lying unconscious with a bag over his head next to her. “Hurry up and get them out of my sight. We have more important things to do today.”

“Please, sir,” Saki began, but was quickly swatted on the back of her head by whoever was standing behind her.

She flinched but steeled her resolve. If she didn’t plead her case now, she would be killed. “I-I won’t tell anyone, I’ll do anything, p-please.”

She bowed her head down to the floor once more to avoid a second hit.

“I don’t need any more girls,” he replied offhandedly, like he was deciding not to buy a piece of clothing or a golf club.

“I’ll have her,” said Fujiwara’s killer.

Saki’s eyes locked on to the woman. As ominous as that sentence was, it was a lifeline. Being passed off to the woman might buy her more time to escape. She was intimidating in her coldness, and her eyes reminded Saki of a wolf about to fall upon a wounded deer.

“Please, just let me go,” Saki whimpered.

She didn’t mean to sound so pathetic but she was on the verge of crying out of pure frustration. Her throat tightened painfully as tears welled in her eyes. None of this was her fault.

The older man frowned, clearly impatient. “I don’t care if you want her. Get them both out of my sight. Now.”

Saki was dragged up by her arms off the floor, standing awkwardly with her hands bound behind her back.

“What about the other one?” said the man whose heavy hand rested on Saki’s shoulder.

The woman shrugged. “Don’t need two.”

Saki was furious at Takuya for what he’d done, but she didn’t want him to die.

“Wait, wait, please—” the boss made another gesture with his hand and something hit her in the back of the head.

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Saki didn’t want to wake up. Her back and head hurt, she knew she was gonna be late for work. She was never late. She hadn’t called out since she started working at Lawson, but today might be the day. She cracked her eyes open, blinking slowly as she looked down at her own body, brow wrinkling in confusion at the white and blue uniform....

She sat up quickly, wincing at the pain in her head and back, as her situation clicked into place. She’d been kidnapped. And now she was in a new space, brightly lit by industrial lighting set into the ceiling. The walls and floor were concrete, and the air was stale and dry, which could only mean she was in some sort of basement. There were tool hooks and metal rings drilled into the walls at various heights, a drain in the center of the room with ominous, dark stains in the concrete around it, and a solid wooden door with no handle in the corner farthest from her with a keypad beside it. In the other far corner was a table, which had cruel looking iron manacles on it, open and waiting. This was bad. She had to get out of here. She could go back to her family, get enough money for a place in the countryside or…

She moved to stand, but when she felt the bite of metal on her wrists, she realized her hands were still cuffed behind her back. She flexed her fingers. They didn’t seem to be cutting off her circulation, but she found that she couldn't draw her hands more than an inch or two apart. She searched the cuffs with her fingertips, poking her fingers through the opposite loop on each side looking for a latch or some way to unlock them. When her nail scratched over a discouraging keyhole, she tried tucking her thumb and pulling her hands from the cuffs. The metal ring grew painfully tight against the meat of her hand and she gave up. There just wasn’t enough space for her to slip her hands free.

She needed to check the keypad even if she was going to have to press the buttons with her nose, but as Saki stretched her legs out in front of her, her hopes were shattered with a metallic clink and a weight on her ankle. A thin metal chain ran from a leather cuff on her ankle to a ring on the wall behind her. She looked over the cuff, a simple leather thing that had a small padlock on it to attach the chain. She tucked her foot under her so she could explore the leather with her hands still behind her back. She quickly realized the stiff leather had very little give. She tried pushing her fingernail into it experimentally and it barely dented. She tried to tear it, but the padding beneath the cuff left no room for her fingers to get a good enough grip.

She scooted backwards to the wall and slouched against the cold concrete. Now that she wasn’t in fight or flight mode, she was exhausted. Her mouth was so dry. She hadn’t had any food or drink since hours ago. Yesterday? She wasn’t even sure how much time had passed. At least a day.

All she could do was wait and hope that whoever walked through that door would be merciful and let her go. Seeing as she was currently chained in someone’s basement after being kidnapped by a gang... it didn’t seem very likely.

But she was alive, and she would deal with whatever came through that door until she had an opportunity to run. She just had to survive until then.

She watched the door, trying to prepare herself mentally, but the resolve she had worked up– to demand answers, to fight and kick and scream at whoever came through that door– faded as an hour passed. Then two. She felt the urge to relieve herself begin to nag at her and she eyed the drain warily.

After some time, she closed her eyes, pressing her head back against the wall. The light was still too bright behind her eyelids, and her body was already beginning to ache from the hard concrete on her back and bottom. She barely managed to doze off, but she kept startling awake, thinking someone was at the door.

Her mouth was so dry that her bottom lip cracked painfully. She worried the wound with her tongue, wincing at the coppery taste of her own blood. Did they forget about her? Were they just going to leave her here to rot?

She heard the door click open softly.

Saki looked up to see the woman from before. She had cleaned herself up and all the blood was gone. In fact, her hair looked damp as if she had just showered. She was wearing black pants and a plain white t-shirt that gently hugged her curves. If not for the memory of the blade sprouting from Fujiwara’s back, Saki might have called her beautiful, in a masculine sort of way. She had a short, stylish summer haircut that barely covered her ears. Her arms were defined with muscle and she was tall. Probably taller than Saki. It was hard to tell from her position on the floor. One of her arms was completely covered in tattoos. Saki could see the tail of a tiger emerging from beneath her sleeve, weaving through the thunder clouds on her forearm. Saki reminded herself that this woman was just as merciless as the rest of them.

The woman had a small folding stool in one hand and a canvas bag in the other, which Saki hoped had the keys to her cuffs and something to drink.

Saki eyed the woman carefully as she set the bag down by the door, pulling out a water bottle and unfolding the stool just on the other side of the center drain before sitting down.

“Why am I here?” Saki said, but her voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. She had planned to demand answers, but she was having a hard time focusing between her headache, her thirst, her hunger. The woman smiled at Saki but it wasn’t sweet.

“Because I wanted you.”

“W-what does that mean? You’re going to keep me down here as a prisoner? I don’t— I don’t know anything. I—”

Saki trailed off as the woman popped the top of the water bottle and took a small sip, licking her lips afterwards. Saki’s mouth opened and closed in longing. “I-I’m so thirsty, please. Just let me go.”

The woman held out her hand, beckoning Saki closer.

“You’re not going anywhere, pet,” she said, “but if you want some water, you’re going to have to come a little closer.”

Saki looked warily at the water bottle. The woman was dangerous. Saki knew that first-hand. But she also knew her body was desperate for water. How many days could a human survive without it? Three? Her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth. She needed water, and she needed information, and this woman might give her a bit of both.

She braced herself on the wall with her bound hands, then pushed herself up to her feet. She staggered over to the woman, wincing as the chain dragged along behind her. She reached the end of the length right over the drain, and was forced to stop.

“Good,” the woman said, and though Saki was standing and the woman was seated, she still felt very small. “Now, kneel.”

“Wh–What?” Saki stammered.

The woman pointed her finger down to the spot between her legs. “Right here. Then you can have some water.”

Saki opened her mouth to protest, but stopped herself when the woman took another big mouthful of the water. The bottle was almost half empty.

Slowly, angrily, Saki sank to her knees. She could do this. She was just buying some time. She needed to get her arms free and then she could figure out the door and get away.

“Here,” the woman said as she leaned forward, putting the bottle to Saki’s lips.

Saki started in surprise as the woman's other hand snaked around to gently support the back of her head. The cool water felt like heaven on her tongue. It was tricky, trying to drink while someone else held the bottle. She focused on the rhythm of her swallows so she wouldn’t inhale any of it.

“Slowly,” the woman cautioned, and Saki listened only because she didn’t want to choke.

She tried to make it last with smaller sips, but there wasn’t much in the bottle, and it was gone quickly. She instantly felt a tiny bit better. The woman looked somewhat placated by her show of obedience. Saki didn’t like it.

She sat back on her heels, pulling away from the woman’s gentle touch. “Who are you?”

“You will call me Master,” the woman said matter of factly, tossing the empty bottle over her shoulder towards the door.

Saki blinked in confusion. Did she… hear her right?

“I wasn’t really looking for a pet, but with all that lovely begging you did, well, I just had to have you.”

This close, Saki could see a drop of affection in the woman’s deep mahogany eyes, as if she had just picked up a puppy on the side of the road. Saki was momentarily spellbound at that kind of look being focused at her, and then her mind finally processed what the woman said. Saki felt her eyebrows crinkle into a frown.

“Now, since I imagine you will need to use the restroom soon, we’re going to take off your pants.”

“What? No!” Saki instantly moved away, scuttling awkwardly back towards the wall.

The woman, who she decided she would not refer to as Master, just shrugged her tattooed shoulder. “It doesn’t matter what you want. I’d rather not have to clean up your accidents. I don’t like pets that aren’t house trained.”

“I’m not—I'm not an animal,” Saki protested, “if you could just take me to the toilet… I won't try to run.”

“Naughty pets don’t get people privileges.”

The woman got up, but instead of anger at her refusal like she expected, the woman looked excited. “Anyway, what is there to hide between girls?”

In a few steps she had covered the distance between them, snatching Saki’s leg and pulling her back over the drain. Saki tried to kick with her other leg but the woman caught it, reaching for the waist of her pants and hooking a finger into the pocket.

“No, s-stop! Please!”

In one big yank, Saki’s work pants were ripped down to her ankles.

“Hey!” Saki shouted, struggling to get her legs free, but the woman’s hands were like manacles.

She felt the woman change her grip from Saki's ankles to the fabric of her pants, and then Saki cursed when her frantic kicking actually helped to remove them the rest of the way. The woman dropped them at Saki's feet, whipping a knife from the back of her belt so that she could cut them free of the ankle chain and toss them towards the door before tucking the knife back behind her waist.

Saki tried to gather herself, but she was still in her underwear, and the woman was already circling around her for a fresh angle. She laid on her back on the concrete, knees bent and ready to kick, a small protection from the inevitable. Adrenaline coursed through her. When the woman reached down, easily grabbing her legs, Saki screamed in frustration. “Leave me alone!”

The woman ignored her, slipping to the ground next to her and hooking an arm around Saki’s neck. Saki bucked as legs wrapped around her waist, heels into her inner thighs, and soft breasts at her back.

She fought out of instinct, thrashing desperately in the woman's hold but nothing she did gained her an inch of freedom. When she finally exhausted herself, chest heaving with exertion, the woman gently petted her hair.

“Good girl,” the woman whispered in her ear, “it will be easier for you if you just do as I say, but it will always be fun for me if you don’t.”

“Please, don’t do this.” Saki’s plea was nearly a whimper.

“Oh, pet. If you think that thin layer of cloth will keep you safe from me...”

Saki felt a hand trace down her stomach and even lower. Her captor’s warm palm cupped her through her underwear, sending a flutter of fear through Saki.

“Think again.”

“No! Don’t–Don’t touch me! No!” Saki squeezed her legs together, grabbing the fabric of the woman's shirt behind her with bound hands, trying to buck out of her grip in a last ditch effort to escape.

Her resistance was quickly aborted by the woman, who dug her heels painfully into Saki's inner thighs and pried them apart. Her knuckles grazed the woman's hardened abs and she felt the flex of the woman’s bicep squeeze against her throat. The difference in strength was clear.

The strain on her stomach muscles caused a twinge of pain in her bladder.

“S-stop.” She felt the tears welling up. “Please don’t do this, you don’t have to do this.”

“But I want to,” came the soft reply, whispered into her earlobe.

Goosebumps rose along the flesh of her arms and neck. The woman’s lower hand massaged her affectionately through the cloth of her underwear, and Saki felt herself pressing back into the warm body behind her in avoidance.

“Nothing you do is gonna stop me,” the woman continued.

A finger hooked under the hem of Saki’s underwear, slipping beneath.

“No, no, no, please...” Saki babbled. Tears rolled down her cheeks and soaked her shirt.

“Not your pretty begging.”

The finger went lower, brushing over her mound and dipping into the seam of her legs.

“Not your little cotton panties.”

Saki trembled as the woman gently rubbed the pad of her thumb over her clit.

“Not your tight little pussy.”

The woman accented her vulgar statement by tapping her finger, each light touch sending a jolt of sensation up into her belly.

“You— You’re disgusting!” Saki said icily. She threw her head back, hoping to strike the woman's chin or nose, but the woman dodged it easily.

“Now, now,” her captor said, clearly enjoying herself.

Before Saki could protest again, the arm around her neck quickly shifted to grasp her by the mouth, forcing it closed. Her captor pulled her head to the side, cutting off further protest and baring her neck. She could do nothing but endure. Was this to be her life now? A doll? A prisoner? A pet? No!

The woman’s thumb suddenly hit that spot, sending a spark of sensation like an electric shock through her body and Saki was suddenly grateful for the hand over her mouth. Her hips bucked forwards before she could stop herself. She felt her face redden immediately and tried not to think of the sound that was only just muffled by her captor’s hand.

Her experiences with her own sexuality had been limited to her own hand, and her own bedroom. Having another person touch her so intimately–especially a woman! She was overwhelmed by foreign sensations. It made all the difference that it was someone else's hand doing slow circles around her clit, and Saki was overly conscious of the soft breasts pillowing against her back. Her body was surrendering, whether she wanted to or not.

She felt like a passenger in her own body as the woman continued working her thumb skillfully on her sensitive clit. The movements became smoother, wet with Saki’s embarrassing slickness. A warm glow traveled up her body all the way up to her ears, and she tensed her thighs as if trying to grip the woman's hand between them. Whether she meant to stop the hand or press it deeper she couldn't tell.

“Mm, there we go,” her captor said, low and sultry in her ear.

She wanted to scream at this woman but no matter how she twisted her body, the hand clamped over her face was immovable and she couldn’t shake the dexterous fingers that worked her tender nub.

Suddenly, she felt a finger poised at her entrance, teasing her sensitive opening. The heat burning at her core was reaching a fever pitch. She was so close. For a moment, she wondered what it would feel like if she opened her legs, adjusted herself so it would slip inside… Her hips twitched forwards and the woman laughed.

“Do you still want me to stop?”

Saki hated the way she hesitated before nodding. She did. She did, this was— it was wrong. Her legs trembled with restraint.

“Hmm,” the woman hummed and Saki could hear the smile on her lips as the tip of her finger dipped inside her and—

Saki, god forgive her, couldn't help but arch into it, she wanted just that little bit more—

But suddenly the woman did stop, pulling her hand out and releasing Saki's mouth at the same time and Saki’s high, fractured moan of —was that disappointment?— escaped.

Saki yelped as the woman pulled hard at the waist of her underwear until the fabric felt like it was slicing into her back. The cool edge of a blade grazed along her hipbone and Saki froze reflexively as the woman cut her underwear off her.

“Well that was fun,” she said as she roughly pushed Saki off of her lap and to the floor, bending down to wipe her wet fingers on Saki’s cheek. “You’re going to be a perfect little plaything.”

Saki’s denial died in her throat as she felt her own arousal cooling on her face.

Instead, Saki curled up on herself as best she could. What… what had just happened? Disappointment and shame coursed through her.

Had she enjoyed that?

No, it was a stimulated physical response. She hadn’t even thought about a woman like that before. Whatever it was, she wouldn't let it happen again. She could control herself, couldn't she?

Liar, said the fading desire throbbing between her legs. She was still breathing hard. Saki didn't look as she heard the woman fold the stool back up and place it by the far wall.

“Use the drain if you need to go,” she said and Saki heard her punch in the door code but she refused to look at the woman.

“Goodnight, pet.”

Saki was left alone in the room with her hands bound behind her, tears of self-loathing cooling on her cheeks, cursing the wetness between her legs.

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Saki laid there and tried not to think about what had happened until the sharp needling of her bladder forced her to get up and use the drain. She was grateful she was alone at least, but she still felt a flush of embarrassment as she did what she had to do and stood there waiting to dry.

Her shoulders were incredibly sore from being bound for so long. She shrugged and twisted her hands in the cuffs to try to relieve some of the stiffness, but it barely helped. She wanted to try and get a little sleep, but she couldn't find a comfortable position. Laying on her front was bearable, but she couldn’t relax with how vulnerable she was, especially with no pants. She would be an easy target for her captor if the woman somehow managed to sneak in and surprise her. She eventually decided to lean against the wall with her legs folded underneath her. It was still uncomfortable. Half a bottle of water had barely done anything for her thirst, and she still hadn't eaten.

She wondered when the woman was going to come back. Since she didn't want to refer to her as master, she tried to think of a few nicknames.

Yakuza lady. Crazy bitch. Rapist. Saki flinched inwardly. She didn’t want to think about that, but a small part of her knew yesterday was only the beginning. Her heart rate jumped as her mind supplied a few things that might happen next, so she went back to thinking of names.

She could call her tiger or tora, after the traditional tattoo crawling up the woman’s arm and the way that woman’s gaze looked ready to devour her. She was so intense. Saki didn’t doubt for a second the woman meant what she said. She had to survive until she could escape, and to do that she needed sleep. She managed to close her eyes for a few minutes at a time, but she kept startling awake, staring at the door.

When the door finally creaked open, she sat up warily. The woman came in with another canvas bag and this time it looked more full than it did yesterday. She dropped it near the front door with a muffled clatter. Like before, she pulled out a bottle of water and sat on the stool near the drain.

Saki just glared stubbornly from her corner. She folded her legs underneath herself, trying to block the view of her naked lower half. She didn’t want to go anywhere near that woman after what happened the last time.

The woman leaned forward on her elbow.

“Come kneel for me, pet.” Her body language was casual and relaxed, but her intense eyes were locked on Saki.

“No. Not— not until you untie me.” Saki said. The words came out quivering, but she still said them.

“That’s not going to happen,” the tiger replied, showing her teeth in a menacing smile.

“Now, come here, or we’ll begin your training in earnest. I won’t repeat myself.”

“What do you even want from me?” Saki whispered desperately, “I’m nobody, I just— I didn’t see anything.”

“It doesn’t matter what you did or didn’t see. You were in the right place at the right time, and I decided I wanted to keep you,” the woman replied easily.

“Don’t worry, life is going to be so much simpler for you. You won’t have to think about anything but pleasing me. You’re going to become my nice little plaything. My pet.” She was speaking with such conviction, it sent chills up Saki’s spine. “And I expect everything from you.”

Saki’s vision blurred with tears. “Please, I just want to go home.”

“No,” the tiger purred, “you won’t be going anywhere, not now, not for a long time.”

The way she was so casual, so matter-of-fact about kidnapping and training people like— like animals made Saki tremble.

“But… I’m already a bit fond of you. I think you have good potential. I don’t plan on letting you go.”

She got up off the stool and patted the wrinkles from her pants.

“I’m going to teach you to like your new role. But first we are going to have to go over some ground rules.”

She went back and grabbed something from the bag, a black coil of rope.

The woman approached her, letting the end of the rope drip down to the floor, and Saki’s heart jumped into her throat as she realized it was a whip, thin and black and slithering on the floor with every step.

“Oh god,” she felt herself say. She’s insane.

Saki stilled in fear as the woman stood above her, predatory, and ran her fingers over the collar of Saki’s shirt.

“You know, I think that color suits you.”

Saki realized belatedly that the woman was referring to her blue and white blouse, part of her Lawson uniform, the only thing sparing her from complete nudity.

Her captor tilted her head as if in consideration. “I think I’ll name you Blue.”

Name…her?

The strangeness of the comment made her perk up defensively. She already had a name.

“What—? What are you talking about? My name is—”

“Blue,” the tiger growled, swishing the whip like a tail, “I think we need to set a baseline.”

And with a crack, Saki felt the whip snap against her bare thigh. It felt like she had been slashed by a knife. Heat radiated outwards from the thin red line that rose quickly into a welt on her skin. She cried out and curled towards the area reflexively, but she didn’t have much time to think as more razorblade strikes fell on her bare legs, faster, harder.

Saki couldn’t help herself, she scrambled up and tried to limp away, but she barely made it a step before the next few hits fell on her newly bared ass and the backs of her thighs. Her legs were burning, tears were rolling down her cheeks. When she screamed, a strike of the whip cut it short into a hollow squeak.

The woman shifted her grip and swung the whip upwards. The tip of the leather curled around Saki’s leg to the peak of her thighs. Saki opened her mouth in a wordless cry and stumbled into the wall. She lost count of the strikes as she cowered against the concrete, jumping from foot to foot as she was lashed. She collapsed on herself, giving up on escape and just folding into the fetal position with her head down between her knees, bound hands flexing and curling at the small of her back, aching to defend herself.

The next strike fell on the sole of one foot, and then the other, striking with precision. Saki shrieked, turning her body quickly so that her head was bowed towards the woman, and her feet were safely facing the opposite direction.

Surely, the woman wouldn’t strike the back of her head…right?

A brief pause in the attack made her look up cautiously through her hair. Her lashes were wet with tears, and more dripped freely down her chin, wetting the front of her shirt.

Was it over? She couldn’t bear any more. Please let it be over.

Saki flinched as the woman leaned over her, but there was only the metallic clicking of her handcuffs ratcheting open.

“Take off your shirt,” the woman said firmly.

Saki sobbed as her arms were finally, finally, free. The pain of moving them after almost a day and a half of not being able to was excruciating. Pins and needles ran down to her fingertips as the blood began its normal flow. Now her whole body was thrumming painfully and every movement made it worse. Still, she forced herself to bring her shaking hands in front and fumble at the buttons on her blouse, eyes locked on the whip.

She had lost all words. She could barely even see through her tear-blurred vision, but her hands found the buttons with practiced familiarity.

She peeled off her shirt, purposefully leaving her brassiere and looked up blankly. The woman raised her eyebrow and the whip snapped next to Saki. She flinched, hands instantly going to the clasp on her bra.

She felt the loss in her soul as she peeled off that last bit of protection. Her nipples immediately pebbled in the cool basement air as the woman looked down on her hungrily. Saki wanted to look away, pretend this wasn’t happening, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the whip.

She had been naked around other women before, at school, in the onsen, but the woman's intense inspection made her feel like she would burst into flame from the humiliation.

“What's your name, pet?” her captor asked lightly.

The whip was still at hand, and Saki, who was now entirely naked, felt more exposed than ever before. She tried not to imagine what it would feel like to be struck on her bare breasts. She would die.

“B-Blue,” Saki whimpered, regaining herself enough to cover herself with her hands.

Saki cringed as the woman moved, but she was only scooping up the discarded clothing before balling it up and tossing it toward the door. She coiled the whip and attached it to her waist, before walking back to the stool and spreading her legs invitingly.

Saki swallowed. She couldn’t take another round of the whip. She knew what the woman expected now and forced herself to move. Mechanically, she started to stand—

“Ah-ah.” The tiger said as she pressed two fingers together and then pointed downwards.

On your knees, Saki understood. Crawl.

Saki grit her teeth as she lowered herself to all fours. The concrete was hard on her knees and when she placed her shaking hands in front of her she could see the ugly blue-black bruising on her delicate wrists from the handcuffs.

When Saki was barely within arm’s reach, she stopped, thinking it would be enough to satisfy the woman. But the woman snatched her by the hair and pulled her close, close enough for Saki to rest her cheek on the woman’s warm thigh. Saki found herself automatically clutching at the fabric of the women's soft pants, fingers grasping at the woman’s shapely calf and muscular leg in an attempt to regain some of her balance.

The woman's face was too close, and Saki’s insides twisted nervously. Her grip on Saki's hair was firm and dominating, tilting her head back and forcing her breasts forwards. The woman reached down with her other hand and picked up the water bottle, twisting the cap off with her teeth and immediately pouring it onto Saki’s upward turned face.

Saki spluttered, not expecting the sudden deluge of water but the dryness in her throat made her open her mouth and try to catch some with her tongue. She felt her hands come up, one gripping the woman's hand in her hair and the other in front of her face reflexively.

“If you don’t put your hands down, I’ll break them,” the woman said darkly and yanked on Saki’s head.

Saki dropped her hands and gripped her own knees, digging her fingers in to keep them from coming up again.

The woman squeezed the bottle, emptying the rest on Saki’s face. Some got up her nose and she coughed. When the bottle was empty, the woman crushed it in her grip and threw it with startling force over her shoulder. She let go of Saki’s hair, and Saki took that as a cue that she could wipe the water from her face and the snot from her nose.

The woman leveled her gaze at Saki and cupped her chin, guiding Saki to look into her eyes. “Say ‘thank you’ when your Master gives you something.”

Saki blinked up at the woman. She was supposed to thank her? After she locked her down here, fingered her, whipped her, and then this? Saki pressed her lips together defiantly as rage and revulsion curled in her gut.

She was hungry, she was tired, she was hurting from the roots of her hair to the bottom of her whipped feet and she was kneeling on the floor of her concrete cell, chained to the wall. She was frustrated and furious at this woman. She just wanted to go home.

“You’re sick!” she shouted and her hand was moving before her brain even registered what her body was doing. It was as if her mind took a backseat to the boiling anger that filled her, and her arm arced towards the woman’s face—

The woman brought her own arm up, tucking her chin and catching the blow as effortlessly as a boxer. Saki gaped at her as her slap landed harmlessly on the woman’s flexed bicep. Then the woman’s arm came down heavily, backhanding Saki across the face. Saki spilled to the floor with the taste of blood in her mouth.

“I think now is a good time to go over my expectations,” the woman said with deadly calm as she yanked Saki by the ankle and removed the cuff. “This will help you realize your place here. You are a pet, and good pets listen to what their master says.”

She snatched Saki by the wrist, pulling her off the floor before twisting her arm behind her back and pushing up. Her shoulder was in pure agony, it felt like it was going to be wrenched from the socket.

“You do not hit your Master,” the woman said as if she was disciplining an animal.

“I–I’m sorry, P-please I didn’t mean to–Agh!”

Saki was cut off by her own pained cry as the woman jerked her arm upwards even further, until Saki was on her toes, breathing through clenched teeth.

The woman steered her stumbling body to the table in the corner. Saki’s bare hips struck the wooden edge, hard, and she was forced to bend at the waist until her cheek was pressed against the grainy oak.

The woman pulled her wrists up to the waiting manacles, open and waiting like hungry mouths.

“You’re going to learn today, pet.”

The manacles snapped shut on her wrist with an insidious click. Her arms were fully extended in a position that meant she could not lift herself from the table at all. Then a shackle at the base of the table leg clicked shut on her ankle, and she felt fingers gripping her other calf, forcing her leg to the shackle on the opposing side so that she was forced to stand the width of the table.

Saki heard the woman rummaging through her bag behind her for a moment before she returned to stand directly in Saki's blind spot. Saki’s breathing quickened. The vulnerable nature of her position weighed on her keenly. Bent over like this, with bare breasts squashed against the textured table, her legs parted just enough so that her privates were exposed… her whole body flushed with fear and mortification.

Something flashed over Saki's field of view and metal clanked against her teeth before she had sense to close her mouth. Strips of leather dug at her cheeks as the woman tightened the strap at the back of her head. She fought the intruder with her tongue, finding it to be a hollow metal ring which had settled uncomfortably behind her teeth. With her mouth forced open like this, her pleas were diminished to incoherent babbling. The woman lightly slapped her cheek and Saki fell into a stunned silence. “As much as I love your begging, I need you to pay attention. I might even let you make it up to me when I’m done with you.”

She strained her neck, trying to look over her shoulder. Drool dripped from her open mouth onto her arm as the woman settled behind Saki ominously. She ran her hands up Saki’s shivering thighs to the curve of her ass, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“First, you are a pet, a slave, a plaything, and when your master tells you to do something, you do it.”

The woman’s hand came down on her ass with a resounding slap, and Saki cried out as the aftershock of the impact traveled down her already hurting legs. Another slap came down on the opposite side and Saki bit down on the metal in her mouth.

“Secondly, when your master gives you something, whether it’s pleasure—” she ran her hand gently down Saki’s back, around the curve of ass and between her legs, “or pain,” she said, and pinched the flesh on the back of Saki’s thigh tightly between her fingers, twisting cruelly as Saki thrashed on the table. “You will thank me.”

“Eesh! Ooou, Ahh!” Saki gasped. Please, no! God—

“I am your master.”

Saki squealed as the woman punctuated her statement by pushing a dry finger inside her.

“And you do not raise your hand to me, ever.”

The woman sawed her finger in and out a few times before adding another, each drag stretching Saki uncomfortably. Her other hand rested on Saki’s hip, holding her in place as Saki wriggled in a futile attempt to escape.

“I’m glad you’ve shown me a little bit of your fire, really,” the woman went on, ignoring Saki’s garbled pleas, “I don’t want our time together to be boring. After years in this line of work, I’ve realized that the breaking of a person’s spirit is what I enjoy the most. But don’t worry, I’m sure once you’re broken in, I'm going to love the look of you lying at my feet as well.”

The woman was fingering Saki with a singular focus now, her skilled digits curling and twisting inside her, her thumb resting on Saki’s clit, gently rubbing. Against her wishes, Saki felt her body responding to the woman's attention.

Saki’s cries didn’t quite drown out the obscene, slick sounds of the woman’s hand sliding in and out of her. Before she realized it, Saki’s hips were moving in small, erratic jerks, with a whole new purpose. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body, and drool pooled on the table beneath her face and chest. When she adjusted her position so she could breathe better, her hair was stuck to her face.

When the fingers suddenly pulled out of her, Saki laid motionless. Please be over.

“You are so lucky to have me, my pet.”

Saki stiffened as something large prodded at the wetness between her legs.

“Most masters don’t care if their pet is ready for them or not.”

Saki’s breathing became panicked as what felt like a very large dildo pressed against her entrance, thicker than both of the woman’s fingers. She shook her head wildly.

“But.. I happen to enjoy it when a pet loses itself to their master’s touch…”

The tip of the dildo slipped from her entrance down in between her legs in a momentary relief of pressure. Saki’s hips stuttered against the table as it bumped into her clit.

“So tight,” the woman moaned appreciatively.

She felt the woman steer the tip back to Saki’s slick opening—

too big too big —

“Ooh! Ooh! Eeesh!” Saki screamed as the woman forced the tip inside her, her pussy clenching painfully around the glans of the dildo. Without missing a beat, she felt the woman press in—

—carving her out

and in—

—no more no more nomoreplease—

and in—

Until Saki felt the woman’s hips flush with her ass, the painful intruder deep inside her. She felt the hard stomach of her captor breathing heavily against her back, pressing her down into the edge of the wood. Saki could barely breathe from how full she felt. The glow that Saki had felt from the fingering was gone. The woman tested her tightness, drawing back hardly an inch before driving back in and Saki moaned pitifully at the stab of pain deep in her belly. The woman fucked Saki on that smallest flick of her hips for a minute, obviously relishing in her soft mewls of protest.

“Feel how tight you are? Such a good toy, you’re just made to be fucked like this.”

Saki wished she could cover her ears.

“In time, you’re going to crave it.”

Then the woman pulled out, until just the tip was resting inside her entrance, before spearing the whole length back inside. Saki arched her back on the table, but there was no escape, only the large rod of silicone moving inside her, molding her to fit, and the wet sounds of the woman’s hips snapping into her, for what seemed like a long time. She felt as if the woman’s implement was forcing the breath from her lungs like a bellow.

Saki’s body couldn’t fight forever though, and soon she felt herself become wet and pliable once again, each breathless grunt of pain turning into a soft moan. Each thrust of the dildo became smoother, and the woman pumped even faster inside her with less resistance. Saki was grateful the penetration itself wasn’t enough to make her come but her hips were betraying her, tilting upwards, accepting each thrust eagerly. She didn't even want this— but a small, primal part within her was hoping for that extra little bit of pressure on her clit that never came.

Eventually, Saki felt the woman pull out, leaving her feeling incredibly empty, and the wet silicone probed at her back. The woman reached up, fingers sifting through Saki’s hair for the buckle on the gag. She loosened it just enough for Saki to press it out with her tongue.

“Now.” The woman slid the tip easily back inside Saki. “We’re gonna go over the basics. What are you?”

She rocked her hips in minor increments, fucking Saki’s sensitive entrance with the tip of the dildo.

Saki could…refuse to play this woman’s game. But she was already strapped to the table, she had already been whipped, she was already being fucked. She didn’t know if she could handle what would come next. She’d had enough, already.

“A pet,” Saki whispered, hating herself for giving in. She was rewarded with a finger brushing against her clit that made her shudder.

“What is your name, pet?”

The woman pushed in deeper, and Saki found herself unable to resist raising her hips to meet the thrust. Now that she had decided to just give the woman what she wanted, the next answer came without hesitation.

“Blue,” Saki moaned as the next thrust hit something inside her that made her legs tremble.

“And what do good pets do, Blue?” the woman said, running her hands over Saki’s ass, kneading and massaging.

“L-listen and—” Saki gasped as her captor dragged her finger across her sensitive clit, “a-and say ‘thank you’.”

She was close, her entire body thrumming with arousal. The woman’s hands disappeared from her body and her thrusts slowed to a torturous speed.

“To who?” the woman goaded softly. “Say the whole thing.”

Saki let out a frustrated moan, struggling to move her hips backwards against the dildo or down against the table, she didn’t know.

A sharp pain spiked through her leg as the woman drew her nails up the whip marks on Saki’s thigh.

“M–my master, I have to say ‘thank you’ to my master!” Saki heaved in rapid, panicked gasps.

“And who is your master?”

“You!” she blurted, and it was just words, so easy to say when she needed this to be over. Wanted this woman to be done with her so she could curl up in the corner and die of shame.

“Y-you’re my master! Please!” She sobbed and wriggled her hips wildly like a pinned animal, seeking the finger back on her clit, seeking any sensation.

She could hear the smile in her master’s voice.

“Such a good girl.”

Saki shouted hoarsely as the woman pumped into her, striking something inside that sent sparks shooting down to her toes. The finger returned to her clit, rubbing her so fast, it was almost a vibration. Saki was lost to the sensations of her body then. The pain, the arousal, the hot breath on her neck—

Saki’s whole body tensed as she climaxed, her body clenching tightly around the cock still rocking into her. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as she arched off the table. When the moment was over, she dropped back limp against the oak as if she were a puppet whose strings had just been cut. Her body pulsed with small jolts of pleasure that occasionally twitched and gripped the thrusting cock inside her like an afterthought.

Her master kept pumping into her until Saki felt her press in deeply, grinding roughly against her ass before she tensed and collapsed with a soft grunt of pleasure on top of Saki. Her master used her like a body pillow, resting her head on Saki’s back.

“Say ‘thank you’ to your master, pet.”

“Th-thank you… master,” Saki choked out. Her throat was sore, from screaming, from crying.

They lay together for a few minutes until Saki felt the throbbing heat in her belly cool, and her breathing grew slow and even.

With a soft sigh Saki’s new master lifted herself up and out, and Saki felt her muscles clench tentatively around the emptiness. If she had any energy left in her body to be embarrassed, she would have been.

“Unfortunately, I have places to be,” her master said wistfully as she trailed her fingers up Saki’s body and walked around to the head of the table.

The strap-on came into Saki’s view, purple and glistening with her own juices, her own shame. Had that actually fit inside her?

She looked away as the woman looped a finger through the gag, still hanging around her neck like a collar, and forced it back into Saki’s mouth.

“You forgot to thank me for removing this, pet,” she said with a hint of affection that didn’t make Saki feel any safer.

Saki watched dully as her master unhooked the straps holding the dildo around her waist.

Grabbing the phallus by the base, her master inserted the wet end of the cock into Saki’s mouth until it hit the back of her throat, bringing Saki out of her daze as she gagged, the taste of her own cum on her tongue. Her master pumped the cock halfheartedly a few times, lacking any sort of real interest before leaving it halfway in, not deep enough to gag her but far enough inside she couldn’t dislodge it easily without using her tongue.

Saki looked up beseechingly. She couldn’t leave her here like this.

“So pretty,” her master said. “I almost hope you don’t learn your lesson. I’ll see you later my pet.”

Her master left and Saki cried in silence around the dildo covered in her own cum until the last of her tears dried up.

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Saki’s tongue had gone sore trying to press the dildo out through the ring. It was a struggle but she managed to push it the majority of the way, or at least enough that she could breathe through her mouth again. She was so hungry, and her entire body hurt from the violent session yesterday.

She hadn’t expected the whip or what had happened afterwards. It was so hard to say the word…rape. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears welling up. The whip had been excruciating, terrifying. But even worse was being made to come at the hand of her own captor and call her master.

She hated that woman. She didn’t want this. Any of this!

But Saki’s mind unhelpfully supplied her with the small details of last night: how full she had felt, the press of a hot body against her back, the horribly vulgar sounds, and the smell of sex which still lingered in the room. Worst of all she thought about the pain that had somehow turned into pleasure. She could do nothing else but think about it, and wait until her new master came down a few hours later and freed her from the table.

The sight of the woman had sent a pulse of fear through her that instantly cowed her. As soon as she was released, Saki slid to the floor with a soft “thank you, master” in a voice she didn’t recognize as her own.

She crawled to her side of the room with barely any prompting as her captor locked the cuff around her ankle again. Her master didn’t say much, just some murmured praise at how good she was being. Saki was given more water on her knees as the woman gently stroked her hair before she was allowed to collapse on her side of the room, sleep taking her the moment the door clicked shut.

The next time she woke she felt much more coherent, but no less sore. She had a lingering stabbing pain behind her navel when she moved and the whip had left some nasty red marks all over her lower half, and two particularly sore lines on the arches of her feet. There were a few small cuts on the back of her legs and one mean looking scab just above the back of her knee that twinged every time she moved her leg.

But when her captor returned this time, Saki quickly got to her knees and waited. Surely if she behaved the woman wouldn’t punish her again. Regardless, she couldn’t go another day without food. Her stomach had stopped growling as often and was delivering its vengeance in the form of debilitating cramps that took her breath away and made her eyes water. She had never been this hungry before. If she went another day without food, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to move at all. Her captor had already admitted she liked Saki’s pretty begging, as disgusting as that was, so she would take advantage and beg for something to eat. She waited until the woman sat down before shuffling forwards between her thighs.

Let her think she was a changed woman. Let her think she’d been broken. Once she got away, none of this would matter.

She could do this.

She accepted the water bottle without complaint, noticing how the woman’s fingers ran through her greasy hair to gently grab at the nape of her neck.

“Time for a wash, hmm, pet?”

Saki didn’t know if she was expected to respond or not, but she nodded, hoping she would be allowed a bath, or at least a bucket and some soap. Earlier that day she had caught a whiff of her own ripeness and felt ashamed, even though her rational brain realized it was out of her control.

Saki’s stomach growled and her master looked amused. A flare of anger went through her. Saki was starving because of this woman, and she thought it was cute.

But yesterday’s horrors crept back into her mind, humbling her.

“Master...” she began, unable to keep the blush from her face at being forced to use the title. “Could I please have something to eat?”

“What a nice change in your manners today. Seems like a good fucking will fix any pet.” Her smile widened at Saki’s rising blush. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll consider it if you are good for me today.”

Her hand came up under Saki’s chin and Saki looked up into her eyes, noticing her master had the faintest scar running from her hairline through her left eyebrow. Her eyes were deep mahogany; her gaze dark and searching.

Saki watched her master’s expression turn calculating.

“Do you think you can be obedient for your master today?”

“Yes, I-I can,” Saki said quietly. When the beat of silence felt a hair too long, she hurriedly corrected herself. “...master!”

“Very well,” her captor said, gesturing to the drain. “Stand over there.”

Saki did, covering herself with her hands as she stood hunched and naked in the middle of the room. She waited as her master grabbed a pair of leather cuffs and a chain from her bag. As much as she didn’t want those on her, she stayed still and stood where she was supposed to. She distracted herself with all the things she wanted to eat. Pork cutlets. Yakiniku. Omelet over rice.

Her master was pressing a button on the wall near the light switch that she hadn’t noticed before, and a chain began to lower from the ceiling. When it got to about a foot or two above Saki’s head, it stopped.

“Sometimes we use this room when we have guests,” her captor said conversationally. “Cops who looked too deeply into the yakuza’s business, personal enemies of the leaders, people like that. They only ever last a few days, but… things like this just help make accommodating them so much easier.”

Saki tried not to imagine all the people that had been killed in this exact spot. Enough to merit buying a device to hoist them. Enough to have a room specifically designed for it.

Her captor held out the pair of scuffed leather cuffs which matched the one on Saki’s ankle. Up close Saki realized just how much taller her master was, more so than she thought. Saki’s head only came up to about chin high on the woman.

“Is that what you do? Kill people?” Saki tried to keep her voice even, as if she was asking a customer where they worked.

She didn’t want to look at those piercing eyes, so she simply kept her eyes down and held out her arms one at a time so that she could be cuffed. Then her captor linked a chain between them and attached it to the hook dangling above her.

“Usually we break them first,” the woman replied casually, as if she was talking about the weather. “Boss likes them to suffer before they’re allowed to die.”

She hit the button by the light switch again, and the winch drew Saki’s arms even higher, until she was balancing on the balls of her feet, and clutching the chain above her for stability.

Saki felt her mouth go dry. “And me…? Will you make me suffer?”

“If you force me to,” her captor said, shrugging a shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a few good reasons to punish you. Not that I’d need one if I did want to punish you. For you it’d be a lesson in manners. For me, I get the enjoyment of teaching you your place. From what I've seen so far, I think you’re one of the lucky ones who can learn to like the pain and the pleasure together.”

Lucky. Saki bit her lip to keep from arguing. The more she heard, the more delusional the woman sounded. She wasn’t going to become a pet, and she definitely wasn’t going to enjoy it. Pain was pain, and pleasure was pleasure. She would just bear whatever she had to until she could escape.

She was grateful that she was still alive, but she wondered if she had been tragically cursed somehow. Not only was she kidnapped and given to this woman, but her captor had a penchant for torture. But… she also seemed like she could be reasoned with, or at the very least, appeased.

Grabbing a bucket from outside the door, her master opened what Saki thought was an electric panel on the wall, but it actually held a tightly wound hose. The woman filled the bucket, and Saki could see the frothy soap begin to brim over the edge.

Her captor set the bucket down near Saki, but not close enough that she could reach it with a foot if she wanted to be petty and kick it over. A small sea sponge bobbed in the foam. This close she could smell the berry-like fragrance of the soap, and it made her mouth water.

There was a sharp creak as her captor twisted the hose and suddenly a freezing spray of water hit Saki square in the chest. Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped. “C-cold!”

“Yes, well. The amenities upstairs are better, but that’s for the good pets.”

Saki was decidedly sick of hearing about good pets. She could play along and ‘be good,’ too. Just this once. She was so hungry.

Her master adjusted the nozzle to a softer spray and made sure Saki was fully rinsed before she bent down to the bucket and poured some of the soapy water over Saki’s head. The water in the bucket was cold too, but when warm fingers massaged the sweet smelling soap into her scalp and hair, she felt herself leaning into the touch like, well… she decided not to dwell on it.

When her hair was soaped up to her master’s satisfaction, she moved on to the rest of Saki’s body. Her captor brought the sponge gently across the soft curve of Saki’s hips and stomach, running it up across Saki’s entire body, circling her breasts and torso, then roaming around to her back and underarms. When her master trailed the sponge down her stinging legs and lifted her by the ankle to clean the bottoms of her feet, Saki’s leg spasmed reflexively as the sponge tickled the sensitive arc of her foot.

“S-sorry,” she murmured through chattering teeth.

“A bit ticklish, hmm?” the woman said thoughtfully, more to herself than to Saki.

She let Saki’s leg drop and moved in close behind her. There was only one more place left to clean, which her captor had been pointedly avoiding. Saki held her breath as the woman’s arm wrapped around her body, the sponge pausing just below her navel.

“Spread your legs for me, pet.”

Saki gritted her teeth so she wouldn't say anything she'd regret and tiptoed her legs apart slowly. Stretched up as she was, she didn’t have much movement to spare. She looked straight up at the ceiling.

The sponge dipped between her legs, barely grazing over the soreness of her entrance. To Saki's surprise, her master cleaned her quickly and efficiently, and Saki was grateful for that at least.

Now that they were done, she saw her master grabbing the hose again to rinse her and this time she was prepared enough to turn her face away from the spray. When the icy water stopped, the woman stepped in close and swiped her finger briefly between Saki’s legs before she could react. Her captor smiled as she licked the water from her fingertip as if it was ice cream. “Nice and clean.”

Saki tried to keep the look of disgust from her face. Bread. Chocolate. Strawberries.

She already felt so much better by being clean. She was almost… grateful. Almost. Water dripped from her chin as her captor lowered the winch and removed the wrist cuffs.

“Thank you, master,” Saki said timidly, trying her best to stay on the woman’s good side. It could have been much worse.

“You're welcome, precious,” her master said as she tipped the rest of the soapy water in the bucket down the drain and collected the extra cuffs and sponge and chain inside it. “I'll be right back.”

Saki thought it would be better to be on her knees when her captor returned, and waited near the end of her chain rubbing the goose pimples from her skin and squeezing the water from her hair. She didn’t realize how tangled it had become. She combed her fingers through it, working her way up from the ends to her scalp. Her hair was the kind that was so straight, it actually didn’t take much effort at all to untangle, but it felt good to deal with a small problem that she could do something about.

Idly, she remembered when she and her middle school friend Miyu had tried to add curls to it. They tried heat, hair spray, and wearing curlers all night, but after every attempt it would still fall silken and straight. Miyu’s hair managed to keep a curl, but only in her bangs, and they couldn’t figure out how to replicate it on the rest of her hair. She wondered what Miyu was doing now. Saki should have kept up with her after she went to high school but she had kept putting it off. Would Miyu ever wonder about Saki? Did anyone even know she was missing? She wondered if her parents had seen the news yet…

Saki sat up straight. Would she even be on the news if the Yakuza were working with the police? How long would it take before her mother tried to call her and realized something was wrong? Weeks? Months?

She would contact them as soon as she got a chance. She could get a phone, call her mom, tell her– what? She'd been kidnapped as some gangster’s plaything? No, she would have to think of something else. If they knew she was missing, they wouldn’t give up until they found her. Maybe she should just ask for enough money to get somewhere safe—

Her thoughts were interrupted by her master returning, and Saki immediately noticed she had a small food tray in her hands. A moment later, the umami smell of cooked meat hit her and Saki’s mouth instantly welled up with saliva.

When her master saw her kneeling there, she stopped just inside the room. Her lip twitched downwards.

Saki saw her captor’s hesitation in the door as the threat it was, to leave and take the food with her. A spike of anxiety went through her. What had she done wrong? Wasn’t she supposed to be kneeling?

At her core, Saki was good at pleasing people. That’s how she had ended up in customer service right out of high school instead of the manual labor that was so prominent in her area. A combini job may not seem like much to most people, but when a whole city of schools graduate in the same month, cushy jobs like hers were scarce.

And as much as she hated this woman for everything she’d done, the sight of someone being displeased with her sent a thrill of uneasiness through her. Especially with her first meal in days temptingly close and on the line.

She had to know.

“Is something wrong?” she tried hesitantly.

“When your master enters the room, I want you to bow.”

Of course. Saki thought sarcastically. This woman wanted to feel powerful and in control. But Saki had been bowing to customers, elders, and strangers her whole life, it meant nothing. She tilted her gaze downwards and bowed her head.

“No,” her master persisted, “all the way down, pet.”

And Saki scrunched her eyes shut and leaned down, pressing her forehead against the cool cement floor, hand braced beside her head. Miso soup. Fried rice. Curry bread. She was glad her ass was facing the empty room, as the position left her very exposed.

“Very good,” the woman said, bringing the tray inside.

Saki wasn’t sure how long she had to bow, but she did lift her head just enough that she could watch her master’s legs through her hair. Instead of setting her stool up by the drain as normal, her captor set it down next to the table and rested the tray on top.

When she was done, she pulled something from the back of her belt, stopping in front of Saki. More leather cuffs, except these ones were thicker, newer, and dyed a deep indigo. They had a sturdy ring sewed on the side opposite the metal buckles. They smelled strongly of fresh leather and the color reminded Saki of the handcrafted goods made with indigo dye that she had seen when she had gone with her family on a day trip to Tokushima. She had thought it a beautiful color then, but even the fabric had been too expensive to justify buying as a souvenir.

Had these been made just for her?

Her master held out a cuff expectantly and Saki slid her arm into its waiting grip, because what else could she do? She was tired, and starving, and so far hadn’t seen any opportunities to escape.

These cuffs were well-padded, and the buckle settled on the pulse of her wrist. She realized that the stiff leather and odd angle of the buckle would make them hard to pick open one-handed if she ever needed to. Once those were on, her master pulled out a complementary set for her ankles as well. When all four were fastened to her master’s liking, she pulled out a matching blue ring of double-stitched leather, wider than a choker, complete with a silver D-ring attached to the front. A collar.

God please help me, she begged silently.

Her master held it out to her, open and waiting. Saki’s protests died in her throat at the sharp pang of hunger that had awakened from the smell of food. She was so close. It was just a piece of leather.

“Lift your hair,” her master said, and the gentleness of her tone somehow was worse than being held down.

Saki’s hands trembled as she gathered her hair and leaned forwards.

Master wrapped the collar around her throat tightly, securing it at the back with a metal buckle that felt like ice on her bare neck. The soft click of a small padlock snapping shut struck her with a dark finality. Saki swallowed, the muscles of her throat tensing under the collar.

“That looks perfect on you,” her master said. “I knew this was the right choice for you, Blue.”

She looked expectantly at Saki and Saki felt like she was going to be sick.

“Th-thank you, Master.”

And then Master undid the padlock on her ankle cuff and patted her leg, as if she was calling a dog. Saki crawled miserably over, feeling stiff in her new leather accessories, but unable to resist the smell of the food. She realized she was unbound for the first time since she had been brought here, but she knew she wouldn’t make it to the door, wouldn’t be able to open the keypad, and wouldn't be able to get past the crazed assassin who had claimed her.

Saki took her place between the woman’s legs and curled her hands in her lap. She wasn’t sure what she should be doing, so she waited. Thankfully, the woman just patted her head, before taking a bowl off the tray and setting it on the floor in front of her. It was filled with fresh white rice with a sprinkle of furikake seasoning on top.

“Thank you, Master,” Saki said robotically and reached for the bowl. A booted foot came down on her hand and she yelped. Saki cradled her hand against her chest and looked up questioningly, and frankly, a little hurt.

“No hands, pet,” her master said.

Of course. Saki thought bitterly. She stared down at the bowl.

It’s not a big deal. There’s nobody here. Pretend like nobody else is here.

Resolved, she lowered herself, bracing her hands on the floor as she licked at the rice. The seasoning had made the rice a bit salty, something that her body was desperately craving, and the tiny pieces of shredded seaweed on top added a nice crispy texture.

Her master began eating something on the table, and Saki heard the clinking of silverware as she worked to scoop mouthfuls of rice with her tongue. Awkward as it was, Saki was ravenous and barely even chewed.

Maybe she would just choke and then she wouldn't have to deal with this woman anymore, she thought spitefully.

As she worked to reach each mouthful of rice, Saki felt a bit of frustration building within her. Grains of rice clung to her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She couldn't get to the last little bit at the bottom. Frowning, she pressed her face into the bowl, hard. She was just barely able to get the last clump of sticky rice, but when she sat back up, she quickly realized the bowl was now suctioned to her face. She panicked and pawed at it out of sheer instinct before it popped off and rolled away with a clatter.

She quickly looked up at her master who was watching her with a smile on her face.

“Go fetch it,” her captor motioned with her hand.

Saki felt her ears go red as her master turned from her own meal to watch.

“Now.”

Be obedient.

“Yes, Master,” she said, licking a bit of rice from the corner of her mouth.

She wasn’t sure if she should go as fast as she could to be over with it sooner, or to take it slowly and save her knees. She decided slower would be better, and angled her lower half away from the woman as much as she could. When she got to the bowl she heard the unspoken warning. No hands. She picked it up by the rim with her teeth, bringing it back shyly before placing it back where it was before, at her master's feet.

“Such a good girl,” her captor praised. She reached down and in her hand was a moist piece of beef.

Saki immediately squashed her feelings about eating from the hand of her captor. At this point the rice had barely filled her and the delicious smelling piece of meat dangling in front of her was dripping with sauce. Saki leaned forward, opening her mouth. Fingers grazed her lips as her master delivered the piece straight onto her tongue.

Saki moaned as the sweet and salty flavor of the meat filled her mouth. It was so tender and juicy, it was the best piece of yakiniku she ever had. It melted in her mouth like butter. She barely even chewed it. Automatically, her eyes darted back up, hoping for more.

“Aw,” her captor said, “does my new pet want another piece?”

Saki clenched her hands in her lap. “Yes, please.”

“Well, the first one was free, since you fetched your bowl so nicely for me.” She held out another piece pinched between her fingers. “But you’ll have to earn these ones.”

And she did, each piece the reward for answering the rules, reminding her of her horrible punishment. She never wanted that to happen again. So she sat there with her mouth open like a baby bird and answered the woman’s questions as they came.

What’s your name? Blue. What are you? A pet. Who’s your master? You are. You are.

Eventually, when the pieces stopped coming and she felt like she had said each answer a half dozen times, her master picked up the tray and bowl, patted Saki on the head again, and left. The food was heavy and warm in her stomach and Saki went back to her side of the room before the door clicked shut.

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Saki sat there for a while contemplating whether or not to remove the cuffs her master had “gifted” her with. It would certainly be a satisfying act of defiance but she knew the consequences would likely be severe. She explored the collar with her fingers and felt around the cool metal of the padlock hanging there. It seemed like it wasn’t a simple key lock; it had a four digit code that would be hell to guess, especially since she couldn’t see the numbers to even know what code she had already tried. She could still remove the wrist cuffs, but she shuddered at the thought of the whip, or even worse, being bent back over the table. It would be such a small act that would get her nowhere.

They weren’t exactly uncomfortable anyway. A little stiff, but the cuffs didn’t stab or cut into her. She just despised what they represented. Ownership. She fiddled with the buckle on her left wrist for a while, thinking.

Suddenly, she realized she was staring straight at the original ankle cuff, which was in the middle of the floor, unattached. She stood quickly and scrambled to the door. The handle was locked of course but she tried it anyway, and peered at the door keypad on the wall. If she squinted, she could tell some of the numbers were smudged, as if they had been touched more often. She tried those keys in a few different orders but each time she got a shrill negative beep that sent a shot of fear straight down her spine. Would someone hear? Would someone know the keypad had been tampered with? After about ten minutes of messing with it she decided to see if there was anything else in the room she could use.

She drifted over to where the hose had been coiled in the wall. There was another small keypad there that she hadn't seen earlier, more basic than the door but still a four number code. After a few guesses, Saki gave up on that too. She tried to pry it open with her nails, but stopped when her fingertips became too tender.

Last thing to check out was.. the table. Saki did not want to go near it, but maybe she could get one of the attachments off, or pry off a splinter of wood. She checked each manacle carefully, but they were securely fastened with heavy screws that went entirely through each leg of the table with a heavy industrial nut on the other side. She tried twisting one experimentally, but it wouldn’t budge. She looked under the table to see if there was a way to detach a leg but it was all solidly connected. What if she pushed it in front of the door? She managed to scoot it about an inch when she put her whole body into it, but it would take too much time and effort to get it to the door.

It didn’t seem worth it when the only two results were to be locked in alone, and probably starve to death, or the woman would break down the door, whip her, and starve her anyway.

She went back to the farthest corner and sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, tracing the marks from the whip with her finger. She could wait behind the door and try to surprise the woman when she came in, but Saki wasn’t really much of a fighter. She thought about the hard muscles of her captor around her neck that first day and decided that that method was only going to end in punishment. She had played volleyball through middle school, but whatever athletic ability she'd gained quickly faded after she’d graduated and started working at the Lawson near her apartment.

Was there really no way out of this? Her throat tightened with the urge to cry. She hated that woman. Saki had done what she asked and she was still forced to crawl around on her knees and eat from the floor like an animal. It hadn’t been as bad as the punishment, but she wouldn’t accept that treatment and be grateful. She couldn’t.

When the door clicked open and her master entered with her arms full of metal and chains and no food, a wave of paralyzing hopelessness flooded through her. She knew she was supposed to be bowing but what was the point? Her master was here and she was going to use all that stuff on Saki whether she obeyed or not.

“Yo, pet,” her master said, kicking the door shut behind her. Her eyes narrowed when Saki huddled even tighter, burying her head into her knees. “It’s going to be one of those days, is it?”

Saki’s voice was barely a whisper. “Why does it have to be… like this? You— you don’t have to use that stuff on me.”

Saki crunched up even tighter at the ominous sound of footsteps approaching. She was supposed to bow. I’m sorry lingered on the tip of her tongue. She was going to be punished but her body just wouldn't move. Was she already broken?

“I don’t have to? And yet, you aren’t greeting me properly when I enter,” her master said simply and Saki trembled under her gaze.

“I am doing this because I want to,” Master continued. She set her items down next to Saki and reached out as if to pet her. Saki turned her head away but her master’s hand followed her, twisting in her hair. “And you will do it, because I want you to.”

She jerked Saki’s head back, clipping a thin metal leash to her collar then quickly letting go.

Her master stood, the loop at the end of the leash wrapped around her fist. Saki felt so small next to her.

“Bow to greet your master.”

And then she stepped on the midpoint of the leash, pulling up on the other end. The leash slid under the arch of her boot easily, and Saki was drawn down by the neck to the woman’s heel, face first. Saki barely had time to put her hands out, and she struggled to reposition her legs, ending up kneeling with her ass in the air and her cheek pressed against the woman’s boot.

“Much better. That's right where you belong, collared and kneeling at my feet.”

The woman's knee dropped down between her shoulder blades, forcing the air from her lungs and pinning her to the floor. She could see the metal bar on the ground next to her as her master grabbed it and braced the cold metal on her neck. Each end had an open cuff and the middle of the bar had a C-shaped bend which was now fitted snugly against the back of her neck.

She didn’t have the leverage to fight from this angle as her arms were pulled out one at a time to the waiting shackles at each end of the bar. She felt like she was in a simpler version of the stocks she had seen in the medieval movies. Her master threaded a small strip of velcro through the back of her collar to keep the bar from moving up or down from her shoulders.

“I knew that training you wouldn’t be a linear process. Sometimes you’ll take two steps forward and one step back. I understand it will be difficult for you to give up your pride. With every mistake, every act of defiance, I’ll be waiting to set you back on the right course.”

Saki jerked in surprise as a hand came down on her ass, hard. The stinging impact immediately spread into a burning warmth.

“N-no! Stop! You can’t do this!” Instinctively, she tried to rise but the knee in her back kept her from escaping. She could feel her face heating with embarrassment. She’d never been spanked before. She twisted her hands in the shackles but her fingers couldn’t reach anything.

“Hmm? Can’t? Is that any way to speak to your master?”

Another heavy strike in the same spot had Saki wriggling against the floor to get away. Another. Another. Her ass was on fire. Her skin was as tender as a sunburn but her master didn’t stop, she simply swapped to the other side. Once that had reddened, she began alternating between them again. Each new strike jolted Saki forward, her breasts squashed uncomfortably underneath her body. Her gasps of pain became squeals and soon she was weeping openly. The heavy sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room and Saki couldn't take it anymore.

“P-please stop, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she cried. “I’m sorry, Master, please.”

Her master hit her a few more times as if to say ‘I stop when I want to,’ but eventually her palm came to rest on Saki's ass, kneading at the sore, heated flesh.

“Mm, these marks look so good on you,” she practically purred. “Maybe I should keep you red like this for me all the time. What do you think, Blue? Should I rename you ‘red’ instead?”

Saki shook her head as much as she was able, pressed there against the floor, but didn't dare contradict her aloud.

“As important as your training is to me, I have business to attend to, and I need this room for another guest.”

Saki grunted as her master pushed off the knee in her back to rise and then yanked Saki up after her by the collar. She stumbled to her feet, narrowly avoiding being choked. She couldn't keep the glare off her face as she stood, naked, collared, and yoked like an ox with her ass on fire. Master slung the leash over one shoulder and walked Saki to the door. The door!

“We're leaving?” Saki squeaked. Her master blocked Saki's view of the keypad as she punched in the door code.

“Yes. I’ve been storing you in my office so to speak, and I have work to do.”

She wasn't ready, not like this!

“But I'm— I don't have any clothes!”

Her captor opened the door to her prison and Saki could see stairs leading up to another door. Saki's hesitation caused tension in the leash, so her master gave it a quick tug, sending her off balance toward the stairs.

“Come on,” she said, completely ignoring Saki’s protests as she led them both up to the second door.

The room at the top was a traditionally styled Japanese room. Master led her straight through the door and into the hallway, much to Saki’s reluctance. She couldn’t do anything with her hands as they were, and she staggered along behind her captor who was setting a brisk pace. Luckily, she didn’t see anyone in the hallway, though she couldn’t turn her head much at all with the way she was being dragged. Were they still in the same building she had been taken to before? Where she had been.. claimed? One of the rooms they passed was open, and as Saki looked in, she saw a window with sunlight filtering through. It looked like it was early morning.

Eventually Master pulled Saki into a room that looked identical to the others. In the center of the floor was a short table with soft cushions spread around it, enough for eight people. On the far end, Saki saw a small rectangular alcove in the wall with a barrier splitting the space into two. It looked as if the space normally would be for furniture like a family shrine or dresser, but both halves were notably empty. She was disappointed to see this room didn’t have a window.

She was led to one of the spaces, and Saki’s mood instantly dropped as she noticed the attachment points in the floor and wall. Her master pulled a short chain from her pocket and connected Saki’s ankle cuffs together. With this, she was effectively hobbled. If she somehow managed to get free of the leash, she would have a difficult time walking, nevermind running.

“On your knees, Blue,” her master commanded, gesturing to the spot above the ring on the floor.

Saki shuffled around her captor awkwardly, trying not to hit anything with the unwieldy bar attached to her neck. Without her hands for balance, she fell to her knees roughly and winced when the collar pulled taught under her chin, keeping her upright. Her master threaded the lead through the attachment on the floor and between Saki’s legs before she could close them, pulling the chain cold and taut against her privates before clipping it to the wall behind her. Saki slouched there unhappily, as there wasn’t enough length for her to sit up straight. Trying to straighten her back just made the chain chafe uncomfortably against her crotch, as if she was sitting on a cold metal tightrope.

“M–master,” Saki started, but Master cut her off by stepping on the bar on her neck and forcing her face down into the floor.

“You can work on your bow,” Master said smugly. “I have to go do some introductions with our new guest now, but I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Saki panicked, her voice jumping up an octave. “You’re going to leave me here? Like this?” Naked. Alone. Bound. She would be at anyone’s mercy if they walked through that door.

“You haven’t earned the right to be by my side. And I don’t think you have the stomach to watch what I do.” She backed up a step and Saki stayed halfway hunched, looking up desperately.

“You can’t just leave me here, please.”

“You’ll be fine, pet,” she said dismissively. “You have my collar. All you need to do is bow your pretty head and keep your mouth shut while you wait for me to return. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that screaming will get you nowhere. But if you try, well, you’ll regret it dearly.”

She tapped a finger to her lips. “I guess if you need help keeping quiet, I could get a gag...”

“N-no that’s fine, Master. I can… be good,” Saki stammered.

She did not want another gag. She liked breathing, and maybe she would get the chance to convince someone to let her free. Surprisingly, Master did leave her ungagged and Saki bowed until she was out the door.

After her master left, Saki didn’t really have much she could do except to look around the room. She hoped to see something useful, any kind of tool, but the room was hotel-like in its austerity. She tried reaching the connection for her chain on the wall, but when she twisted her body and leaned backwards towards the wall attachment, the chain pulled even tighter between her legs. After testing her bonds, she realized the chain was intertwined with the one on her ankles in a way that prevented her from simply straightening her legs, or moving the chain to one side.

After an hour or so of struggling with her bonds, she ended up just slumping down over her knees to spare her back. Despite the awkward position, she found that being in a room that wasn’t concrete was a relief. Even the tough woven fibers of the tatami mat had more spring and softness than the concrete floor she had been sleeping on the past few days. She resisted the urge to close her eyes, just in case someone came in. Since she was tucked into the little nook, there was really only one direction for people to approach her which was a small relief.

She knew better than to call for help. For all she knew, her master could be in the next room. Or she could attract someone even worse while she was vulnerable. She didn’t know whether or not to hope for someone to find her. On one hand, a potential friend, on the other hand, a potential assailant. She had to assume everyone in this god-forsaken place was just as bad as her own captor.

Time passed slowly. She didn't know if it had been closer to two or three hours when she finally heard footsteps in the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat. Was it her master? The steps stopped in time with the silhouette that appeared in the doorway. A man.

He seemed tall from her perspective, and although most of his features were shadowed, she could tell he looked traditionally Japanese, with spiky straight black hair and dark eyes. He wore a clean black suit with a white shirt and red tie, just like the gangsters she had seen outside the convenience store. His eyes glittered mischievously.

“Hello, pretty thing.”

Fear shot through Saki as his eyes roved across her body. She instantly bowed her head to the floor, both to cover her nakedness and avoid trouble. She didn’t want to think of what a man could do to her in her vulnerable situation.

“Your master is busy. I thought I would come by and see what kind of pet could get her so riled up that she hasn’t been out to drink with us this week. Seems like she’s made some progress with you already.”

Saki grit her teeth. Another callous monster who thought it was alright to treat people like animals.

“She didn’t tell me much about you though. What’s your name, girl?”

Saki didn’t answer. She had been told not to talk. Was this a test? Did she have to answer questions from strangers?

Saki tensed as she heard the man come closer. He smelled like aftershave and summer sweat. He leaned over her, gripping the chain between her legs and yanking it up behind her. Saki yelped as the metal chain drove up between her cheeks and into her privates, lifting her lower half. Reflexively, she tried to sit up, but that just made it worse.

“P-please,” she whispered, feeling a rush of self-pity.

When she wasn’t locked away like a toy for her master, any random person could walk in and just do whatever they wanted.

“I’m not supposed to—ah!”

He cut her off with a quick jerk of the chain, and it dug painfully into her most sensitive regions.

“Your name?” he prodded. His hot fist rested just above her ass.

“S-Saki,” she trembled.

Thankfully, he let go of the chain and Saki resisted the urge to wiggle her hips to dislodge it. She was afraid to move, in case it provoked him. She didn’t want this man to have any more reason to engage with her.

She jumped as she felt his hand touch her shoulder, before running it down her spine.

“I guess she does have a soft spot somewhere, or else she wouldn't have taken you for herself. Maybe if I ask nicely, she’ll let me have you for a day.”

She didn’t know what to even say to that. Would her master share her? Was that a normal thing for these people to do? She felt panic rising within her. She did not want to be given to this man, but she couldn’t do anything about it if her master decided to.

“What are you doing in here, Kousuke?” her master’s voice came sharply from the doorway.

There was blood on her shirt again. Her sleeves were rolled back to her elbows and Saki could see the edges of her tattoo peeking out. A wave of relief washed through Saki. Her master wouldn’t let this man have her. …Would she? She didn’t want to be owned, but she hated the idea of being shared even more.

“Just checking on your little pet Saki here. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” His clothing rustled gently as he stood.

Her captor’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She stalked across the room before digging her fingers painfully into the hinge of Saki’s jaw.

“What did you tell him your name was, pet?”

All at once Saki realized what she had done. Even after her master had made her practice, once she was out of the basement she had gone back to being Saki. She couldn’t not be herself. But she knew by the set of her master’s jaw, punishment was coming.

“I-I’m sorry! It was an accident. It’s Blue!” she said to her master, then her eyes darted to the man who was watching her hungrily, “it’s Blue!”

Saki hated how desperate her voice sounded.

“Tch...” her captor scoffed. She pulled a bright red ball with leather straps hanging from it out of her pocket and stuffed it into Saki’s mouth, tightening the straps until they cut into the corners of her lips.

“Another lesson for tonight then.”

Saki moaned pitifully around the gag. She couldn’t afford to make these careless mistakes when her captor enjoyed ‘teaching her’ so much.

“This is turning me on,” the man, Kousuke, said suddenly. “If you’re gonna punish her, can I come watch?”

Saki froze, looking between them like a trapped rabbit.

But her master only frowned. “Never in a million years. I'm already gonna have to wash her again just from you being near her.” Her master swiped at her bare back as if brushing dirt from a horse.

“Now, where are those idiots… I told them to bring it straight here.”

Kousuke walked to the door and poked his head out into the hall. “They’re here. What the hell are they carrying?”

“You’ll see.”

To Saki’s surprise her captor released her hands and took the bar from her neck. Saki automatically reached for the chain between her legs to ease some of the pressure. She was tempted to reach behind her and unclip the chain from the wall but they were both watching her like hawks.

“Hands behind your back, pet,” her master said, and Saki twined her fingers together at the small of her back before she felt her master clip her wrist cuffs together.

She had almost no chain between her wrists, definitely not enough for her to twist her hands around and undo it herself. She sighed at the release of tension when her master unclipped the chain underneath her from the wall, but the weight of her master’s hand on her shoulder kept her from rising. There was a commotion in the hall as a large wooden crate was carried inside by two men. Saki turned her naked body away from them as much as she could, but they were too busy handling the box through the small doorway to oogle her. They set it down in the open space by the door.

“Wait in the hall for a minute, will you? You can take it back outside in a second,” her master called over to them.

Saki swallowed nervously as she considered what sort of torture device could be hidden inside. More bars? Chains? Could it just be some weird box of sex toys?

Saki got up hesitantly as her master gave her leash a tug, and they walked over to the box together. She had a hard time walking with her ankles on such a short chain, but her master led her with patient steps towards the box. Saki could see it was made of solid wood and looked sturdy. It smelled of fresh cedar.

Kousuke flipped open the latches and lifted the lid. Inside was… nothing.

A firm pat on her butt pushed Saki forwards, and she nearly fell into the box, bracing her knees on the edge of the wood just in time.

“Get in,” Master said.

Saki shook her head desperately. No, no, no. She was going to be put in there? For how long? Her complaints were muffled by the gag. She tensed her legs stubbornly as her master clamped a hand on the back of her neck and forced her into the box.

Saki couldn’t even lift her legs over the edge with the short length of chain between them so she fell forward, landing on her shoulder. Her master scooped her legs in after her, folding them in with her despite her struggling. Her knee bashed hard against the side of the crate, and it sent an electric jolt of pain down to her heel that made her freeze and curl inwards.

In order to fit, she would have to curl up on her side. Once the lid was closed, she wouldn’t be able to move at all. She pressed her heels down into the bottom of the box and lifted her hips, as if she could somehow wriggle herself out, but her captor slapped her legs to one side and tucked her in, pressing the heel of her hand in Saki’s thigh to keep her in place.

“Now, I think it’s time I took you home.”

She looked down at Saki as she closed the lid, her face a neutral mask without empathy.

Saki’s wet, panicked breathing around the gag echoed back to her in the tiny space. In the darkness, she could see small holes around the edge of the box, barely big enough for a finger to fit through. She pressed her face up against the small dot of light as if it could save her.

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She was in hell.

Hot, sweaty, and cramped, Saki fought the swell of terror rising within her. She pressed her face to the small air holes around the edge of the box, hoping for a glimpse outside, but they were too narrow for her to see through. Her chest was so tight with panic, that even though she wanted to scream, she could do nothing more than whimper. Saliva ran down the curves of her face into the shell of her ear as the box was jostled along the hall and then into some kind of vehicle. She knew only because she heard the motor turn, and felt the bounce of tires along the road.

There was a pain in her elbow as she twisted her hands as far as she could, fingers scrabbling desperately against the wood behind her for a latch, but she found nothing. Only smooth, seamless boards and the drilled air holes of the box.

She tried to focus on something other than the damning dark and her shallow, slurpy breathing. Master was taking her home, which meant she only had to endure the ride. Then Master would let her out. Then she could breathe. Eventually, she forced herself to still, muscles twitching with the urge to panic again. She was so lost in her misery, that she couldn't tell how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity.

The click of the latch woke her from her stupor. She moaned as cool fresh air washed over her damp skin and tear-stricken face. Arms were around her, hauling her up, and she found herself curling into her master’s chest like a child as she was lifted from within and set down on the floor. Master removed the gag, peeling it from her cracked lips. She could still feel the impression of the band on her cheeks.

She folded over immediately, pressing her face to the legs in front of her, gasping. “Please, please, please. Don’t put me back in there.”

“Aww, my pet doesn't like her crate,” Master murmured, but it was more mocking than sympathetic. She ran her fingers through Saki’s hair. “That wasn’t even your punishment, pet.”

Saki froze. She was still going to be punished next? “Master, I—”

Master shot her a glance, her dark eyes glittering wickedly with the promise of violence. Her expression alone sent a spear of adrenaline through Saki and shut her up immediately.

Master looked over Saki’s head at the burly men Saki recognized from before. As they bent to grasp the corners of the hellish box and carry it from the room, Master dismissed them with a wave of her hand. “Nevermind. I think I will keep that actually. Thanks.”

The movers set it back down against the wall with a grunt of effort and left, their heavy footsteps fading away down the hall. There was the distant slam of what Saki assumed was the front door. Then they were alone.

She had been so focused on her Master that she hadn't even really looked around the room yet. She blinked slowly, squinting through her wet lashes to take in the space. She realized that it wasn’t just the tears blurring her vision, the room was only lit with dim, red and purple coloured LEDs. She surveyed the room apprehensively, the ball of terror in her stomach growing with each thing she noticed: a strange padded bench with attachment points, a sizable bed covered with glinting metal rings at various points on the frame, and a large metal X on the wall clearly meant for restraining a person. On another wall hung various items of torture: paddles, whips, crops, as well as chains, leashes, vibrators, and other objects. Saki swallowed fearfully. How much of this would be used on her? How much could she take?

Her master moved her handcuffs to the front and led Saki over to an empty doorway, flicking the light on. Saki was relieved to see it was just an adjacent shower room with a plain white toilet, sink, tub, and detachable shower head. Like Saki’s own apartment, the shower room was fiberglass from floor to ceiling with a drain in the center of the floor. She also noticed there was no glass mirror to break, or storage drawers for her to rummage through.

“Go on then,” her master said dropping her end of the lead. “You can use the toilet.”

What a gift, Saki thought sarcastically even though she really was glad to have an actual toilet. She did her best to bunch the metal leash in her hands to keep it out of the way. As she sat down she tried very hard to forget about her master leaning on the wall just outside the open door. There was no toilet paper, but the toilet had a bidet so she used that instead.

“Finished?” her master called. “I’m coming in if you aren’t out in the next 15 seconds.”

Hurriedly, Saki got up and rinsed her hands in the sink as best she could manage with them cuffed together and the chain draped over her forearm. She stepped out, hunching her shoulders to try and cover herself with her arms and hands as best she could. Master’s eyes dropped pointedly to the end of the lead, clutched firmly in Saki’s fingers.

“Don’t make this any worse for yourself. You still owe for what you said to my friend earlier. You told a lie, didn’t you? Saki?” she said venomously.

Out of sheer instinct, Saki took a fearful step backwards. Her real name coming from this woman’s lips felt like a dagger at her throat. It had been a mistake to mention it, but even this woman couldn’t change who she was that quickly. She almost wished she had kept her name a secret; Every piece of her that Master could learn, could take, would be fodder to be used against her.

Saki’s back bumped into the doorframe and she let out a small squeak as her master’s arm slammed into the wall next to her head. She cowered, her legs were like jelly beneath Master’s dominating presence, and it was only because her back was to a wall that she didn’t slide to the floor at Master’s feet. Master’s other hand reached up to loop a finger under the chain at Saki's throat. Saki felt heat rising into her cheeks from the false intimacy of their closeness, Master’s knuckle resting on her breastbone as she loomed over Saki.

“Come, Saki.”

Her master turned sharply, yanking Saki along behind her over to the piece of furniture that looked like two A frames with a padded board between them. She pushed Saki roughly onto the bench, longways, face down.

Instantly, she tried to roll off but a firm hand at the back of her neck held her torso flush to the padding. Her arms were crushed under her body, so she wriggled her legs from side to side, unable to get any meaningful leverage. When she finally stilled into an agonizing helplessness, Master hastily strapped her ankles to the legs of the bench. She tried to lift herself up by tensing her back, and her captor grabbed her hands, undoing the chain between her wrists before flattening her back down with a forceful palm and binding her arms to the front legs.

She struggled against her bonds as the creeping familiarity of the position slithered into the back of her mind.

“No, no, no!” she yelled. “Please! I’ll be good!”

“Shhh, pet,” her captor said calmly as she wound her hand firmly through Saki’s hair and pressed her face down into the padding. “Just lie there like a good plaything and take the punishment you deserve.”

Saki’s next attempt at begging was smothered by the bench, and she swiftly aborted her efforts to speak in favor of scrabbling for what little air she could get from the side of her mouth. When her lungs were just beginning to burn, the hand on the back of her head released her, and she arched backwards to draw in a shuddering breath.

“Now that you’re finally home, I have all these tools at my disposal,” her master said as if nothing had happened. “I mean, the interrogation room was useful, but what can a pet really learn when they’re alone in the cell the whole time?”

Saki was still trying to quell the ache in her lungs with gasping breaths, but she turned her head to the other side to watch Master browsing the wall of tools casually, as if she was choosing an outfit. Master pulled a couple things from the wall that Saki strained to make out in the dim lighting, but they were quickly obscured by her captor’s silhouette. Master had barely even started yet and already Saki was wishing for the quiet isolation of the concrete room.

“I believe a toy’s education benefits most from personal attention. With you here now, we can spend much more time together.”

Her master made it sound almost romantic, but Saki knew the truth. This woman was going to hurt her until she did what she was told.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” Saki whimpered, keeping her voice barely a whisper so she wouldn't provoke Master into smothering her again. “I won’t— I won’t do it again.”

“I’m sure you won’t,” Master said with a cruel certainty that raised the hair on the back of her neck.

When she heard the foreboding snap of gloves behind her, Saki stiffened. Her voice trembled as she strained to look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

Saki squeaked as Master’s fingers gripped her ass harshly, prying her cheeks apart. She squirmed forward as much as she could, which wasn’t very far at all. Nothing could stop the slow inspection as her master pulled and kneaded at her. One hand curved to cup her mound, before sliding warmly over her clit, her entrance, and even higher. Saki froze as a single gloved fingertip rested dangerously against her other hole.

Master wouldn’t—

“No, no, no, wait! Please!” she cried, thrashing on the bench as something cool and slippery dripped down her crack.

“Ever had anything inside here before?” her master said coyly as her gloved finger circled Saki’s flinching entrance, smearing the lubricant around.

Saki couldn't speak. She didn't even think she was breathing. She tensed every muscle she thought might possibly save her.

The finger pressed inwards.

Saki grit her teeth as she strained to keep the intruder out, but the silky slickness of the lube allowed the fingertip to worm its way inside, and she squirmed at the horribly foreign sensation. Once the tip was inside her, Master paused, and Saki felt her muscles flex uncontrollably around the digit. She didn’t even try to hold back her tears, distressed as she was and feeling utterly violated, tied to a bench with a finger up her ass.

“It’s not so bad,” Master chided, as she twisted and hooked her finger inside, making Saki gasp. With so much lube it wasn’t painful, but she’d never been touched there before and it was wrong—

“If you just relax, you might even enjoy it.”

“Please take it out!” Saki begged, but her breath caught in her throat as her master began to move inside her. Her other hand rested on the small of Saki’s back for leverage as she pumped her finger in and out, a little deeper each time until the knuckles of her hand were pressing against Saki’s ass. Saki gripped the bench beneath her as if she could become a part of it. A tear rolled over the bridge of her nose and plopped onto the padded vinyl, which was slippery with sweat. When her master pulled out the next time, Saki sobbed even harder as she felt another finger at her entrance besides the first.

“What a dramatic little toy, all these beautiful tears over just a couple of fingers,” her master said, but Saki could barely hear her teasing over the blood pounding in her ears. Like before, Master used a generous amount of lube to force her way in. There was a terrible, almost painful stretch before the fingers breached her hole, twisting and scissoring dexterously inside her.

In contrast to Saki’s racing panic, her master fingered her slowly, casually, playing with her as if she was nothing more than a hole to be fucked. Taking her time. Massaging her inside. She felt her muscles reluctantly opening up under the relentless assault.

Saki was so flustered she hadn’t even realized the low whine that was coming from her own mouth. She was barely aware of the throbbing heat spreading through her from the attention. She didn’t want this, she told herself. It was disgusting and horrible and it felt strange— but her body was reacting to the rhythm of the thrusts, the pressure on her breasts, and the horrible squish of fingers sliding in and out of her.

When her master pulled out finally, Saki let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Please let that be the end of it. Please—

Something cold and distinctly metal pressed against her hole. Even with the previous stretching, her flexing muscles were unwilling to let the thick plug inside. It was even thicker than her master’s fingers.

“No, stop! It won’t fit!” Saki flattened her hips against the bench, squirming as she sought some respite from the pressure, but there was no escape.

“Shh,” Master cooed gently, “Good pets take whatever their master gives them. Open up for me.” Her master ran her hand soothingly up and down Saki’s back as if to rub the tension from her, but Saki did not want to relax and take it. But what Saki wanted didn't matter to this crazy woman.

Her master gently fucked her slippery entrance with a steady, practiced motion, and Saki knew instantly it was a losing battle. Each push was a little deeper, breaking down her futile resistance piece by piece. When the toy reached its widest point, there was a horrible moment of tension before it entered her fully, and her asshole greedily squeezed upon the base of the plug. She had a moment of fear it would be lost inside her, but as her muscles closed around it, she could feel part of it was still outside her body. She writhed on the bench, but nothing would dislodge it. The weight of the plug sat heavy and uncomfortable inside her.

“Please take it out!” she bawled miserably. She would tell the whole world her name was Blue to be spared this utter humiliation.

Master plucked at the plug in a teasing, toe-curling sensation of tightness, tugging as if she was going to remove it. Involuntarily, Saki’s traitorous hole clamped down on the broad plug, unwilling to let it pass. Just as Saki was about to force herself to relax, Master released it and Saki’s entrance automatically swallowed it back inside. She pressed her face into the bench and groaned in mortification.

Master laughed. She spread her hands over Saki’s rear, rubbing a thumb over the base of the plug. Saki could feel every movement.

“It doesn’t look like you want to give it back yet, pet.”

“I do! Please, no more! I-I’m sorry!” Saki sobbed into the bench.

“Oh no, we aren’t done yet,” Master said. “I’ve enjoyed playing with my pet, but now comes the real punishment, Saki.”

A swish, a crack, and a slice of pain cut across the back of her leg. Another swish and she cried out as the pain cut across her ass this time. She looked desperately over her shoulder and saw her master had a thin black cane. She watched as her master raised it high and then brought it down swiftly in another stinging strike. It was thinner than the whip, and the pain was as keenly focused as a knife’s edge. She realized quickly that each hit caused her to tense and squeeze the plug inside her as she twisted on the bench.

Strike after strike on her ass and legs caused her whole body to jerk in her bindings. She barely even paid any attention to the string of pleas coming from her own mouth. Oh god, please, no, please stop, master, master, please. Nothing worked. Her voice left her almost completely as her master picked up speed. The room was nearly silent except for the crack of the cane and the creaky moans of her own hoarse cries. Occasionally, a hit would land across the base of the plug and her hips would twitch forward from the reverberations deep inside her, grinding down on the bench.

When she just couldn’t take anymore and went boneless, murmuring for forgiveness, her master finally paused. Saki’s mind was blank except for the object inside her and the intense agony of her lower half. To Saki's mortification, two fingers pressed into her other entrance, slipping inside her with an audible slickness.

“Oh dear,” her master laughed cruelly. “I guess you really will be a perfect pet if even something like this will get you wet.”

She.. couldn’t be? Could she? Saki’s whole lower half was throbbing with pain. Only pain… right?

“Was it the cane?”

Saki cried out hoarsely as her master struck her underhanded, jolting her forwards as she clenched around the plug.

“Or was it this?” Master’s fingertip tapped firmly on the plug, once, twice, pressing it deeper, gently fucking her with it. Saki moaned.

“Well, I guess we both learned something today, didn’t we Saki?”

Saki’s eyes snapped open at the sound of her real name and she saw her master there, the tip of the thin black cane resting in the palm of her hand. No, that wasn’t right, Saki was bad. She wasn’t allowed to be Saki. Was she still in trouble?

“I'm sorry, I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

Her master touched the tip of the cane on her cheek, just under her eye.

“I think I’m due a real apology, don’t you?” her master said. “I saved your life, took you for my own, and you refused to accept your place. Lied to my coworker.”

“I'm sorry I lied,” Saki whimpered. “I-I forgot my place.”

The cane tapped her lightly on the lips.

“Where is your place?”

Saki blinked slowly as the day’s events flashed through her mind. “Collared and kneeling, at your feet...Master.”

“Thank me for punishing you.”

Saki took a deep, deliberate breath.

“Thank you for punishing me, Master,” she parroted, too exhausted to fight when all she could feel was the raging inferno of her backside, and the unpleasant weight of the plug.

Seemingly satisfied, Master unlocked her limp body from the wooden horse. When her legs were freed, she rolled off onto the floor and curled up like a dead bug. Now that she was untethered, every movement ignited the pain in her lower half and jostled the plug uncomfortably inside her. She knew better than to reach for it.

“Come here,” her master called and Saki almost broke into tears again right there. Couldn't she just lie here?

She couldn't quite remember doing it, but somehow she made it across the room, wobbling on all fours. Her head bumped into her master’s leg. In front of her was what she thought was a small rectangular table with a black tablecloth on top. Master pulled away the fabric, revealing a sturdy metal cage with silver bars and a solid floor. There was a watering device similar to what you would see in a hamster cage attached to the inside of the door. Saki's shock was drowned under her complete exhaustion.

“Get in.”

“Master, the plug?” she tried.

“If you dare touch that plug, I’m going to find something even bigger to fill that ass with,” her master replied flatly.

Saki believed her.

Her master nudged her in the ribs with the tip of her boot and Saki shuffled inside. She could turn around, barely, and fit on all fours. The cage wasn't tall enough for much else, she knew if she sat cross-legged she would have to slouch. Sitting back on her heels sent a needle-like stab of pain through her caned ass. She looked up woefully at her master as the door slammed in her face.

“Give me your hands,” Master said and Saki tentatively reached through the bars at the front of the cage where her master was waiting. Master connected a chain between Saki’s cuffs, so that she couldn't pull her hands back through.

She would have to sleep with her hands outstretched in front of her all night long.

“See you in the morning.”

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Her master kept her in the cage for what felt like a week.

“I just don't think you’ve accepted your place yet, Saki,” Master would sneer and no amount of begging would convince her.

She only came to let Saki use the bathroom, taking out the plug for those brief field trips and then replacing it immediately after. When Saki went back inside her little cage each time, her master made sure her hands were always bound outside the bars, to stop any attempts to remove the plug. She hated that she was starting to get used to the feeling of it, hated that she spent all her time anxiously awaiting her master’s presence only so that she could crawl like an animal to the bathroom and stretch her aching shoulders.

About once every three visits master would drop a small plate of tasteless rice meal on the floor of the cage for Saki to lick up as best she could through the gap of her outstretched arms.

Worst of all, the lights never dimmed, didn't turn on or off with the time of day or her master's visits. She felt like she was stuck in a strange, half-asleep fugue state, or some sort of twilight fever dream. Sometimes she wasn't even sure if she was awake, or if this hellish purgatory had invaded her dreams too.

The only thing she could think about was getting out. She knew she wouldn't have a chance for escape unless Master let her out of this cage. She worried the issue in her mind, trying to figure out how much of her dignity as a person she could part with. But Master didn’t want her as a person, she wanted her as a pet.

The day that she’d behaved she’d been able to eat real food. Master had looked at her fondly, stroked her hair, and cleaned her. There had been no punishment beyond the mild humiliation of her care. And what was a little embarrassment compared to the whip? To the cane?

She was so tired. She wanted to be out of the cramped cage, wanted to stretch the soreness from her arms and legs and have something other than porridge lick up off the cage floor. She wanted a normal conversation. A hint of kindness.

Master wanted her to be obedient.

She wanted her to be Blue.

She could.. do that. For now. Just until she had a chance to escape. Master had already seen every part of Saki, she just had to bear the indignities. Just for a little while, she could… She could be Blue.

And Blue would be good.

On the next visit when Master uncuffed her hands and opened the door, Blue didn’t make a sound. She crawled to the bathroom dutifully, didn’t plead when it was time to put the plug back in, and went inside the cage without a fuss. As her master started to close the cage door, instead of glaring or crying or screaming, she bowed her head to the floor as she knew Master liked.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she spoke softly into the floor of her cage. “Please… don’t leave me here. I’m— I'm ready to be good.” Real, honest tears burned at the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t bear the thought of a possible rejection and another week in the cage. “I’ll be whatever you want me to.”

“Hmm? Did my pet finally accept her place?” Master said quietly. “And what if I only took you out to play? Used some of my other toys on you?”

Blue hoped that she wouldn’t, but she would accept whatever would get her out of this cage.

“Whatever you want. Please, Master.”

Please be bluffing.

After a moment of deliberation, the cage door creaked back open.

“Well, I guess we’ll see, won’t we? I think we’ll start with a nice bath.” And she left the cage door ajar for her pet to obediently follow her into the bathroom. Blue stayed close on her heels, desperate to appease.

After Master removed the plug, she had Blue kneel next to the tub as she filled it with warm water. She even tossed in a lavender bath bomb that fizzed and foamed, turning the water a soft purple. It smelled so luxurious. Steam was rising from the bath. When the water level was to her master’s satisfaction, she turned and held out her hand.

“Give me your cuffs. It’s best not to let the leather soak.”

Blue managed to get her ankle cuffs off fairly easily, but she had difficulty removing the ones on her wrists by herself. Shyly, she lifted her arms up towards her master.

“Could you… help me please?”

“Of course, pet,” Master said, her hands so very gently picking at the buckles. “You’re being such a good girl asking your master for help.”

The sincere praise sent a shiver through her. After a week of nothing but shame and isolation, her heart leapt at the faintest sign of kindness.

Master walked around behind her. “Lift your hair,” she said. She pulled the collar from Blue's sweat-sticky neck and swept her fingernails across the sensitive skin underneath, finally scratching an itch Saki had given up on.

Blue stiffened, swallowing back a moan.

“Alright, in you go before it gets cold,” she said, patting her on the arm. The first step into the luxurious water made her legs buckle. Once both feet were in, Blue sank straight down to her chin.

“Oh my god,” she groaned. The piping hot water warmed her straight through to her bones. The bath bomb had made the water rich and creamy, like she was bathing in lotion. While she basked in the best bath she ever had, her master had gone back to the main room for the stool. She unfolded it next to the tub, and sat down with a bottle of shampoo in her hands. She popped the top, squirting some in her palm before applying it to Blue’s hair.

It felt so good. She was exhausted from not being able to sleep in the uncomfortable cage, and the bath had finally softened the tension she had been carrying for the first time in two weeks.

She leaned her head back as Master massaged her scalp and then combed her fingers through her hair until all the tangles were gone. She let Blue dunk her head under to rinse, then Master grabbed a washcloth from the sink and scrubbed her arms and back, making her get up on her knees so she could clean briskly between her legs. After every inch of her was soaked and scrubbed, her master pulled the plug.

“Time for bed now.”

Master dried her own arms with a small towel and then roughly rubbed Blue down with it. Even with her master's brusqueness, it was the softest thing she had felt in days. It was like being wrapped in a cloud. Once she was dry, the collar and cuffs went back on. She crawled after her master, aiming for the cage out of habit.

“No, pet. This way,” Master corrected. She clipped a lead to Blue's collar and led her out into the hall. She could see more rooms to one side and then the other end led to a large dark space that might have been the living room.

Master led her to a sizable bedroom, the main focal point a spacious bed with a luxurious duvet. It had an ornate wooden frame, and was centered between two smaller dressers at each side. A bedside lamp lit the space brightly, but in the shadow of the footboard Blue could see a large square cushion. An animal's bed. Her bed.

Master took her over to the bottom of the bed, attaching the chain at its halfway point with a padlock to a ring drilled into the wooden frame. Blue crawled onto the pet bed, her knees and stiff joints so grateful for the couple inches of foam. With this much chain, she probably wouldn't even be able to stand, never mind doing anything to her captor in her sleep.

Her master went into the bathroom and she heard the faucet turn on. Blue looked around warily. She didn't see much from her perspective, but knowing Master, there were likely tools for bondage hidden around the room. If she could just get her hands on something useful, she could tie up her master while she slept and escape.

She heard the toilet flush before Master returned in bed clothes. She crawled into the big bed, clicking off the lamp on the nightstand. Blue peered over the footboard at the lumpy shape under the duvet. If she tried, she probably could reach her master's feet… but she dropped the thought as soon as it came. It was pointless. What would she even do? Tickle her?

She was only bound by her collar for the first time in a week, and she did not want to go back to the cage over a half-baked attempt at escape. She flopped onto her side and stretched her arms out in front of her with a sigh.

She was warm and clean, she could stretch, she had a bed. No cage bars, no butt plug, and she wasn't in any severe pain for the first time since she'd been kidnapped. She wished she had a blanket but this, this was almost... nice.

She felt herself drifting off to sleep and in the dark she heard the gentle whirr of the ceiling fan and the soft breathing of her master.

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Blue startled awake with a toe in her ribs.

Master was standing over her with a small smile, the end of the leash in her hand. Blue rubbed her eyes groggily as she sat up and gained her bearings. She was in Master’s room now, not the cage, and she had actually slept a little last night.

Master appeared to be already dressed for the day in the usual white shirt and black slacks, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She seemed to prefer the same simple attire everyday, but it suited her. Especially since it looked as if all her clothes had been tailored to the shape of her body, emphasizing the womanly curve of her hips and breasts despite the aggressive masculinity of her behavior.

Seeing her for the first time in the morning light, Blue noticed the glint of earrings under the rough cut of her master’s silky straight hair. Master’s powerful, squared stance had a confidence that Blue would normally think was attractive. If she hadn’t been a kidnapper. A murderer. She looked away, suddenly embarrassed at the way she had been staring. Appreciating. Her grogginess must have impaired her thinking. She was just tired and confused. There was nothing beautiful about this woman and what she had done to her.

“Don’t you look so cute there, asleep at the foot of my bed?” Master said proudly. It sounded more like a statement than a question, as if she was talking to an actual dog.

Blue didn’t know if she was supposed to answer, so she didn’t. Master didn’t seem to be bothered by the silence.

Master let her use the en suite bathroom which was stunning tile and marble instead of the fiberglass of the other bathroom. When she was done, Blue crawled after her back down the hall towards the living room. Thankfully, the hardwood flooring had a loose smattering of rugs that she aimed for as much as she could. The soft fibers felt like heaven on her sore knees.

When they reached the end of the hall, she realized just how big the living room was. One entire wall appeared to be floor to ceiling glass windows, but they were obscured by fancy vertical shades that were currently closed. She spared a side glance at her master. Just how rich did murders and torturers in the yakuza get? Blue had thought that Master's job was grunt work, but maybe she was more than just a simple thug.

She noticed the lock on the door —she assumed it led outside— was as industrial as the one that had been in the interrogation room, complete with some sort of electronic keypad. She’d had no luck with those types of locks in the cell, but maybe she could break the glass somehow instead of messing with it. She mentally filed that escape plan for later.

The rest of the room looked normal… if a little empty. Simple, modern furniture decorated the room: a sofa with an end stand, an overly large TV hanging on the wall. Instead of a coffee table, there was a large navy blue rug in the middle of the floor. The kitchen was attached to the main room, with only an island separating the two spaces, and the countertops were an expensive looking white marble on top of steel grey cabinetry. From floor level she couldn’t see what was on top of the counter, but she did notice another dog bed near the kitchen table. All of the appliances were new-looking and, like the rest of the house so far, were spotless.

Master led her over to the dog bed in the kitchen and padlocked her leash to an attachment ring she hadn’t noticed near the baseboard. She had a little bit of slack which allowed the chain to drip thin and cool down her shoulder blades, but she didn’t see much point in testing her reach. The tile would be less comfortable for her knees and she couldn’t see anything useful within her immediate vicinity.

Blue sat with her legs folded beneath her and watched as Master reached for a frying pan hanging from the wall. Thinking of food made her hungry, and her stomach twisted vengefully at the clattering of cookware.

She wrapped her arms around her belly, digging her fingertips into her sides to distract herself from the hunger. She could feel her ribs more than usual, which made sense since she’d been kidnapped, tortured, and underfed the past two weeks. Three weeks? She actually wasn’t even sure how long it had been. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this thin.

After high school she had just gone to work, watched dramas, and went grocery shopping, which admittedly had softened her up. Not much exercise since she finished volleyball. She had intended to join a new team at a local gym but for some reason she never could find the motivation. She regretted not doing it now.

She missed her dull, routine adult life.

The sizzle of food in the pan immediately drew her attention, her mouth salivating quickly at the prospect of eating. She couldn’t see what Master was cooking but she easily recognized the smells and sounds of eggs for breakfast.

She didn’t really have much else to do but watch and wait. She noticed a few framed photos on the wall in the living room but they were generic flowers and paint smears. This house looked barely lived in. For someone who had taken in a kidnapped girl on impulse, she didn’t expect Master to be this neat.

She picked at the seam of the dog bed with her fingernails. She thought about saying something, but she wasn’t sure how to even begin a conversation with this woman.

Oh hey Master, how's work? By the way, thanks for letting me sleep on a dog bed instead of in the cage last night.

Not that she wanted to talk to her anyway, but she felt like information about her captor could be useful. She didn’t even know this woman’s name, but asking about it would certainly be off limits.

As much as she wanted to find a way to escape as soon as possible, she would only have the chance if she gained a little bit of trust first. She perked up at the sound of her master scraping the finished meal from the pan onto some dishes and looked over. Master was bringing over a tray of food. Blue rocked up on her knees to try to peer over the edge of the table. As expected, a delicious looking omelette on rice, and a second bowl of scrambled eggs with two bottles of water.

“Arms behind your back pet,” Master said with the hint of a smile. She pulled a large carabiner from her pocket.

Great. Master was already making things difficult.

But Blue bit her lip, and sighed quietly as she turned, grasping her hands behind her at the small of her back. Her master quickly clipped her wrist cuffs together. She thought that Master meant to feed her by hand on the floor again, and looked over her shoulder in anticipation of her first real meal since the yakiniku, just in time to see her master pick up something from the table. Blue couldn’t tell exactly what it was, but it was very small; her master’s hand obscured it completely.

Blue grunted in surprise as Master suddenly planted her foot on Blue’s upper back, right between her shoulder blades. She applied a steady, unrelenting force, pressing Blue face down onto the pet bed. Blue clenched her hands into fists, forcing herself to relax. Resistance would only excite Master.

She jumped as she felt a hand on her labia, pressing something inside her. Blue tensed her muscles, but it was barely as wide as a finger and already lubricated; it slipped past her meager defenses with ease. As her master seated it within her fully, she noticed there was a short tail to the device that wrapped around the front to rest just below her clit, forming a U-shape. The piece inside her was definitely nowhere near the size of the plug or the other toy her master had used on her. A relief, almost. Her master placed the bowl of scrambled eggs and rice in front of Blue’s face as she lay there ass up.

“What do you say?” she prompted.

“Thank you, Master,” Blue replied quickly.

“Good girl.” Master turned back to her own tray, finally removing her foot from Blue’s back.

Despite the delivery, Blue was so ready for a real meal. She carefully leaned over the deliciously steaming bowl of fresh scrambled eggs and rice, balanced precariously only on her knees. When she finally was able to scoop some of the amazingly soft and fluffy scrambled egg into her mouth, humming in contentment, the thing inside her abruptly buzzed to life. Her gasp of surprise made her suck a piece of egg into her windpipe and she immediately coughed. When she managed to get her breathing under control, she looked up at her master with watery eyes to see her grinning back at her mischievously.

“Can’t I just eat?” she said softly, a touch of exasperation in her tone. The vibrator buzzed dully inside her like a neverending monotone note. It wasn’t much, but it was beginning to kindle a low heat within her.

“Of course you can,” Master said benevolently, but she didn’t move to take out the device, and the vibrator continued its steady work. “Go ahead, pet.”

Blue huffed in frustration before returning to her task. She could practically hear her master smirking behind her. As she bent down to eat her food she felt the device hit a new angle within her and wagged her hips as subtly as she could in hopes of finding a position that was less intense without giving her captor a show.

By the time she had finished eating, she was flush from embarrassment and arousal. The low intensity vibration wasn’t enough to put her on the edge of orgasm, but it did stir up a soft glow throughout her body.

“Alright,” Master said, making space between her legs and holding up a water bottle. “Time for your water.”

“I could do it myself,” Blue murmured as she walked awkwardly forwards on her knees. She knew that wasn’t the point. This woman enjoyed her helplessness. When she sat back on her heels, she felt the warm weight of her captor’s leg against her back.

“Skinship is key to pet bonding and training,” her master said, as if it was a fact she had read in a book somewhere. Blue didn’t like how she mentioned ‘bonding’ as if she would eventually like this woman.

“It won’t work…” she tried, but she couldn't look her master in the eyes as she said it. She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Master or herself. “I'm a human, a real person. I have a job and a life and— and my parents.” Blue’s voice cracked and she felt a warm tear trail down her cheek to her chin.

“Are you so certain?” Master gently cupped her chin and turned her face upwards. Her thumb smeared through the wetness on Blue's cheek. “Your parents and your job will move on soon enough. Humans can make great pets, Blue. You only have to worry about making me happy. Once you’re fully trained, it won’t be all bad. You’ll be sheltered, fed, and cared for. Isn’t that so much easier, to have someone take care of you?”

Her master’s grip tightened a little on her jaw. “Isn’t it?” she repeated.

And though Saki could feel a well of melancholy bubbling up inside her, she locked it behind a steel mask. She was still pretending. She still had to be Blue. Making this psycho happy was going to be her entire life for now. She slowly nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Master nudged the bottle to her lips and she accepted the water, feeling like a baby being fed a bottle. Master’s warm hand cradled the back of her head and gripped lightly on her neck. She tried to look anywhere but up at her master’s focused gaze, and settled for squeezing her eyes shut.

Once the whole bottle was gone, sip by sip, Master got up and took care of the dishes in the sink while Blue waited on her knees, full as a butcher’s pup.

When Master came back, she unclipped the leash from the wall, gathering the chain in one hand. With the other, she grabbed Blue by the upper arm and half-dragged her into the living room, dropping her unceremoniously onto the carpet.

Blue quickly rolled onto her back, prepared for some kind of attack, but her master just attached the chain to the front leg of the sofa, flopped onto the seat and kicked out the footrest. She clicked on the TV and Blue was startled briefly by the sudden sound of laughter by the TV hosts.

Uncomfortable laying on her bound hands, Blue decided her master wasn’t going to assault her in the middle of the rug and flipped over to her side so she could watch the TV. She didn’t care what was playing, she just wanted something other than her current situation to focus on. The device inside her kept buzzing and she resisted the urge to rub her legs together for additional friction.

She tried to focus on the show her master had eventually settled on. From what she could tell, her master was in the middle of a series about assassins and some random guy who seemed to be related to them by a distant bloodline. She didn’t really enjoy the comic relief characters, they always messed things up for everyone else and got away with a slap on the wrist.

When she had lived alone, she preferred shows with determined, everyday people as the protagonists. Characters that fought the villain at every turn, who struggled and scraped for victory no matter what. Now, more than ever, she saw just how unrealistic they were.

An episode in, the vibe inside her suddenly sped up its insistent hum. Blue bit back her gasp, instinctively drawing her knees closer to her chest. She clamped her legs together tightly, but it didn’t give her the pressure she needed, where she needed it. God damn that woman. She wasn’t going to look over her shoulder, wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of a response. She forced herself to relax. She would be as still as possible.

The next time the intro played, the vibe changed its rhythm again, this time it was a steady three pulse pattern that ramped up after the third beat. She had a toy at her apartment that had this setting and she never used it. It wouldn’t push her over the edge, but it was a little harder to tune out since it wasn’t as consistent. She realized she was squirming on the carpet and stopped herself. When the commercial ended in a brief moment of silence, she could literally hear the vibe.

How much battery did this thing have? The TV wasn’t working to distract her anymore. Blue suddenly turned to her master. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You can always ask me permission to come,” replied Master smugly. “I might not approve though.”

“No, it’s not that,” Blue said, flushed. As if she would ask for that anyway. This woman was a freak.

“Come a little closer then. Let’s hear it,” Master said as she kicked the footrest back down into the sofa and wrapped her arm up in the chain, looping it from elbow to thumb.

Blue regretted speaking up already, but the tension on her collar wouldn’t let her back out now. She walked closer on her knees as her master drew in the chain, each movement drawing her attention to the wetness smearing between her thighs.

Just ignore it. Ignore it.

Her master reeled her in until she was in position between her master’s legs. Now that she was in arm’s reach she didn’t feel quite so brave. She looked up hesitantly. Master’s eyes flicked up and down her naked body. God, this was such a bad idea.

“I know I shouldn’t ask your name,” she said, half-questioningly.

“Right,” Master agreed, twisting her finger playfully in the chain.

Blue swallowed nervously and steeled herself for a rejection, but she wanted more information. Start with something simple.

“Can I ask how old you are, Master?”

Master's eyes narrowed slightly and then her expression shifted into a pleasant smile that was more than a little predatory.

“You know what? Let's play a little game,” she said. “You can ask your questions, but I want you to stay still as you can. If you pull away from me, the game is over. No more questions. I’ll reserve the right to veto any questions you don’t need to know the answer to. Just so you don’t push your luck, three vetoes and you’re also going to be out.”

“What happens when I strike out?” Blue asked. She wasn’t stupid. Clearly the rules were constructed in a way that made sure she couldn’t win.

Master only continued smiling in reply.

“For your first question…” Master said, as she licked the tip of her finger suggestively and lowered it to the bud of Blue’s left nipple. Blue drew in a shocked gasp, but somehow managed to hold still as her master lightly circled around her areola. Blue watched her own traitorous nipple harden almost immediately from the contact. “Well… I'll just say I'm a few years older than you.”

That made sense, although she certainly didn’t look much older. The lifestyle must keep her looking young, as well as the boyish haircut and natural makeup. In fact, now that she thought about it, Blue wasn’t even sure if she was wearing makeup at all. She had to be. Surely nobody’s skin was that perfect.

Her master didn’t seem to need a question to continue touching her, so Blue tried to come up with a good second question quickly as her master repeated the same treatment to her other nipple. She decided to just go for it.

“Where are we?” Blue asked.

Master tutted at her like she was a child. “Ah, ah. Veto,” she said, and lightly pinched Blue’s nipple, using the barest hint of nail to sharpen the pain.

Blue bit her lip as the sensation made her hunch over protectively. Did that count as moving? Her nipple was still pulsing, and she squeezed her thighs together. Since Master didn't continue, she asked another question. It felt like her first real chance to find out more about her situation.

“Do you have any family?” she asked, and the normalcy of the question reminded her of a conversation she might have with a customer.

“Not anymore,” her master replied simply as she massaged Blue’s breasts with both hands, squeezing and rubbing her thumbs across the firm peaks of Blue’s nipples. Blue bit her lip as Master cupped her in both hands. Her palms were as hot as brands, igniting a pinkish blush beneath the skin of Blue’s chest and neck.

Master paused for a moment and in the absence of being teased, Blue realized she had lost her train of thought. Normally she wasn’t this sensitive or easily distracted, but the vibrator had primed her for her master’s attention.

“What made you want... someone like me?”

Blue was loath to admit it, but Master clearly had money, skills, and a nice body. Couldn’t she have just gotten a girlfriend or something?

“A pet, you mean,” Master replied, and Blue nodded shamefully but Master had already turned away to rummage through the end table next to her. She pulled out a simple bag clip, flexing it open and shut with a foreboding click.

“I thought it would be fun to have a plaything of my own to keep me busy when I’m not working. Everyone should have a hobby.”

Blue didn’t like the fact that Master had just referred to her as a hobby, but she bit back her response instead of showing her anger. She didn’t want to push her Master’s good mood downhill by arguing.

“A-am I your first pet?”

Blue’s eyes locked onto the plastic clip which slowly descended towards her breast. She didn’t realize she was leaning backwards until the chain of her collar drew taut between them, but the clip kept coming.

Her master held the clip open, poised above Blue’s nipple.

“In my line of work, I get to break lots of people.”

She slowly allowed the clip to close, and Blue hissed in a breath as she felt the bite of the plastic teeth. It stung. Master wasn’t done speaking yet.

“The people I break, they’re always old, tired men. Or young, misogynistic assholes. It wouldn’t be worth training them, they always shatter completely when their ideals don’t match up to reality.”

Master flicked the clip, and Blue flinched at the odd pull of her nipple as the clip bounced but stayed firmly attached.

“I have made many pets for many people, but you’re the first one I have brought home for my own personal use. The only one. I was honestly surprised that someone else didn’t want you for themselves. I guess after what happened recently, some members might be more reluctant to take on the responsibility of a fresh slave.”

“Wh-what happened recently?” Blue replied with a tense, shaky breath. She was fixated on the clip that was dangling from her breast. How long was Master going to leave it on? Was this going to damage her nipple? She wasn’t sure she could bear it.

“That’s a veto,” Master said, and reached for the clip. Blue inwardly cursed herself. That question had just been a knee-jerk reaction to the conversation they were having. She thought it would be a relief to have the little plastic teeth removed, but once it was, the circulation came rushing back into her abused flesh like a thousand biting ants. Somehow, having it off was much worse. Her nipple throbbed in time with her heartbeat, like someone was driving little needles through it.

Blue was forced to back up as her Master slid down from the sofa, arranging her legs in a wide V around Blue’s. She still had one hand wrapped tightly in the leash, leaving very little slack. Blue gasped as Master leaned down and quickly nibbled at her breast with her teeth, nipping lightly at the tender skin. She should have protested, but the warm, wet tongue of her master felt amazing on her sore nipple.

“How did you become… like this?” Blue gasped. God, Master’s tongue felt so good. She was barely able to keep her thoughts in order. Her master’s hair brushed softly against her chin, and she could smell the sweet scent of feminine shampoo.

“Like what?” Master said playfully, speaking directly into the flesh of Blue's cleavage. Her breath was hot and damp on Blue’s sensitive skin.

“Like.. a killer,” Blue said. She hoped this train of thought wasn’t going to upset her captor, but Master seemed nonplussed by the question. When she finished her work on one side, Master directed the clip to Blue’s other nipple. Blue tensed herself in anticipation. This time, Master didn't bother placing it slowly and it snapped down with a force that made Blue cry out.

“There aren’t that many roles for women in the yakuza,” Master said, talking over Blue’s attempts to calm herself. She pulled and twisted the clip absently as she spoke, like one would twist their own hair. Blue grit her teeth.

“Typically, women can become business owners. Run the places that operate in the daylight without being too conspicuous. Some become wives. Some are servants or slaves, like you. So I found a way to make myself invaluable in my own niche. I got good at fighting bullies.” She pulled the chain attached to the collar taunt behind Blue, making her arch her body to avoid the strain on her neck. The position made sure she couldn’t help but thrust her bare breasts forwards, vulnerable to the attention of her master. “Then, I got good at making those pigs squeal and beg for forgiveness.”

Master bent over in a display of flexibility Blue couldn’t dream of and drew her tongue sensuously up the sensitive skin of Blue’s inner thigh, making her breath catch in her throat. Master repeated the gesture on the other side, kissing and licking at her everywhere but where she wanted it before continuing.

“And then I started doing it for pay.”

Master blew a warm breath gently over Blue’s pussy, making her shiver. Blue's hips raised to meet the sensation, chest heaving with desire.

When her master looked up at her from between her legs, lips red and glistening with saliva, Blue felt a sharp pulse of arousal. What would that mouth feel like actually on her? This wasn't… She couldn't feel this way about that woman.

“Can I please just… have a minute?” Blue asked breathlessly.

“No, and that’s three vetoes,” Master said, leaning backwards. “That means you’re out.” She dropped the leash on the floor and got up suddenly, which startled Blue to fall on her side.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Blue protested as she righted herself, but Master was already leaving. She went in the direction of the bedrooms and came back holding a flat panel of leather with several straps attached to it.

Blue couldn't believe it. She shrunk back against the sofa. “Is that a muzzle? For humans?”

“It's for pets,” Master said matter-of-factly before she slipped the straps over Blue’s face. “I think that’s enough questions for now. It’s time for the winner’s reward.”

Something bumped against her nose and she realized it wasn't just a flat panel at all. There was a small black phallus attached to the inside of the leather that her master wiggled side to side across her lips until she opened her mouth to allow it access. It was long enough to press down on her tongue, but not long enough she would choke. She felt her cheeks flaming red as Master quickly tightened the straps, flipping one over her head that had a little Y to fit her nose.

Master grabbed the leash in her fist and pulled it taut behind Blue, until her back was pressed to the sofa. If she tried to sit forward, the collar pulled tight. She couldn’t even kick out as one of her legs was folded awkwardly beneath her and the other was straight out on the floor.

“Such a pretty little toy,” Master said, before she dipped her head to lick and suckle at Blue’s tender nipples. She briefly paused to murmur into Blue neck. “Doesn’t that feel nice? Your master will make you feel so good.”

Blue squirmed and moaned under her master’s attention, biting down on the protrusion inside of her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose as one of Master’s hands drifted lower, trailing over the ticklish skin of her stomach and belly button. Her hips jerked as fingertips grazed over her pulsing clit and slipped the vibrator from her soaking pussy. Her master held it up for inspection, and the end that had been inside her was a shining blur.

Master touched the vibrator to Blue’s tender nipple and she drew taut as a bowstring. Her clit was pulsing eagerly. One little touch and she would be done for.

“Should your Master let you come today?” she teased.

Blue’s gaze snapped to meet her master’s. As much as she told herself she didn’t want it, she also couldn’t bear the thought of being left in this state. Desperate. Needing. The question hung heavy between them. No, no, no. She couldn’t be left like this.

She nodded her answer quickly. Thankfully her mouth was sealed shut, so she could only beg with her eyes. She wouldn’t have to say it aloud.

Please let me come.

“Alright,” Master hummed. “Open your legs for me, pet. Let me see how wet you are for your master.”

She was so warm, so turned on, she felt as if she might pass out. Blue averted her eyes as she let her leg drop open. She had no choice. She needed it. She had never been in this state of arousal before in her life, nevermind for so long. A single finger slipped inside her and she bucked her hips up to meet it, tried to get it as deep as she could.

“Mmm I love you’re so needy,” Master said. “You try so hard to fight the pleasure, but you’re out of your league, aren’t you pet? Master knows best.”

Master hooked her finger slightly and Blue’s hips jerked upwards again. She whined around the gag as she realized Master was right. Blue knew nothing about these games her master liked to play. Knew even less about her own body than her master did.

“Such a good pet today… but one thing is missing. Look at me, Blue.”

Reluctantly, she forced her eyes up to meet her Master’s. Within Master’s darkwood irises she saw a ravenous hunger there; Master looked like she wanted to devour Blue, to consume every moan and quiver of her body. To ruin her.

Before she could think about it, Master crushed the buzzing vibe down onto her clit. The pressure alone would have done it, but the vibrations were just— She came instantly. She didn’t know if her eyes were closed, or if she passed out, but her world was filled with the shooting sparks down her legs, her tender nipples pulsing in time with her rising heartbeat, the phallus in her mouth that she suckled and moaned around. Her whole body prickled, overstimulated, as her inner walls squeezed greedily around the digit inside her. When she came down from her high, a tear had slipped from the corner of her eye and she was panting as if she'd just run a marathon.

“That was beautiful,” Master said, pleased. Blue was exhausted, but the pressure on her clit didn’t cease. It was quickly turning into a sharp discomfort. She wriggled underneath her master’s hand but the vibe followed her.

I’m done, she tried to say but the muzzle let nothing but a muffled grunt escape.

“I think you have one more for me, don’t you?” Master said.

Blue shook her head and writhed, the collar pulled tight around her throat as she tried to roll away, but Master trapped her with a knee on her thigh.

“You can do it, just one more,” Master urged. “Come for me.”

And Blue was hyperventilating under the mask, tears were falling freely now from the overstimulating pain and pleasure of the vibrator mashed into her clit. It took another minute of awful, shuddering tension before her whole body seized again. She threw her head back against the sofa, every muscle in her body going rigid as she came, toes curling.

“Oh, such a perfect little toy,” Master said, then finally, finally the vibrator was removed. Master held her limp body close to her chest and stroked her as if she was a doll.

After a little while, Blue regained herself and turned away. Thankfully, Master let her go as she slumped to the floor, more exhausted than she had ever been in her life. Master left the muzzle on and rebound her arms to the front, but kept her chained to the sofa until it was time to go back to bed.

And in the night when Master’s breathing became faint and even, Blue scrunched her eyes shut and curled her hands around her body where nobody could see her, one palm cupping her breast, and the other snaking down her stomach and between her legs.

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Over the next few days, they fell into a routine.

Wake up, bathroom, breakfast, living room, lunch, bathroom, living room again, bedtime.

Master left the house about once a day, either late at night or in the early morning. It was hard to tell because she never opened the blinds, much to her pet's dismay. For all Blue knew, they had breakfast at three in the morning and dinner at noon.

When Master did go out, she would put Blue in the cage to eagerly await her return. It was usually only a few hours, and was a little less horrible than the first time because Master didn't make her wear the plug. Still, her ass clenched fearfully every time she was ushered inside, and she usually spent the entire time trying not to imagine Master using the tools from the punishment wall on her.

Her pulse quickened just thinking about Master holding her down and using her again. How she would be strapped to the bench or tied to the bed and spanked or fucked and made to enjoy it. Most of all, she hated the twinge of hopeful anticipation that shot through her at every creak and sound, thinking it was Master coming back to collect her.

Other than the time in the cage, her routine was pretty mild. The best part of each day was always mealtimes. She was mostly fed on the floor by her master's feet, but sometimes Master would offer her food by hand. Blue would never admit it, but eating from Master’s hand quickly became her favorite way to take her dinner. Especially since Master usually cooked something extra delicious for herself, like buttery soft meats with fat, salt, and seasoning. Things that Blue's body was desperately craving.

She had stopped herself more than once from asking her master to share an irresistible-smelling morsel. She knew that Master could see the desire written across her pet’s face as she ostentatiously enjoyed her own dinner. Master was obviously messing with her, waiting her out until she reduced herself to begging for more. She wouldn’t. But her mouth still watered at the smell.

The rest of the time she was expected to lay quietly at the base of the sofa while Master watched movies or played games on her phone. There was a strange companionship about it, watching TV together in silence. Reluctantly, Blue had to acknowledge that a sliver of trust had formed between them. Master was playful and generous with her affection when she wasn’t upset, and as long as Blue obeyed she would not be punished.

Obedience was simple when she didn’t have many responsibilities beyond ‘sit here,’ ‘bow down,’ ‘be quiet.’ Blue hadn't spoken much since her master had used the muzzle on her, just yes master, thank you master, please master.

It wasn't the muzzle itself that had changed her, although knowing that her master could take away her voice at any time if she talked back certainly wasn't a reassuring thought.

No, she didn’t think she was broken yet.

She just felt like her body was reacting instinctively to protect itself; an automatic effort of self-preservation, like the way a person holds their breath when they are dunked underwater. She was sinking deeper into the role her master wanted, and her body was protecting her by going on autopilot.

Besides, talking to Master was pointless. She thought if Master saw her as a person it might change her mind about keeping her, but Master was just as happy to have a human as a pet or a toy or whatever, so Blue quickly gave up trying to convince her.

It frustrated her to no end that she hadn't seen a single opportunity to escape since she'd come to this house. Frankly, ever since she’d been captured. No locks or doors left open, no accidental tools within reach. She had to remind herself that even Master wasn’t perfect, even she would make a mistake eventually. Until then, Blue tried to get by with as little interaction as possible. If she sat quietly and didn’t bring attention to herself, maybe Master would leave Blue alone.

She should have known better.

The past few days after their routine had settled, Master started paying special attention to Blue. During breakfast and dinner when she was most exposed, Master would drift a hand down from the table to squeeze Blue’s ass or massage gently at her clit, stroking her, driving her to the brink of release and then stopping.

She just wanted to eat her food, but Master would have her so close to coming that a deep breath felt like it might tip her over the edge. It never happened. Master was too precise in her work, too attuned to the strained whimpers and moans that Blue tried to hold back. Each meal ended with the throbbing disappointment of her arousal, and soon enough, her body began to expect it. The moment she bent down in her bow anywhere near Master, she was wet.

Today, Master had continued their breakfast session by lashing Blue's arms to a ring in the wall under the TV. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she looked down at her legs, held open in a V by a spreader bar, thighs covered in a sheen of slickness. She had a toy buzzing happily inside her which, from what she could tell, was being controlled by an app on her Master’s phone.

“Why are you doing this?” Blue groaned in frustration, finally losing her composure after the vibrator stopped mere moments from her climax yet again.

“Why don’t you just—” Let me come. “Be done with me?”

“I want you to ask me for it, pet,” Master said calmly from her spot on the sofa.

Unlike Blue, she was the epitome of relaxation, one leg propped up next to her and her arm dangling down over her knee as she played with Blue's vibrator settings.

“I-I don’t—” Blue stuttered, embarrassment rising at the notion of asking her captor to come. “Master, please. I’ll be good if you could just turn it off for… for just a little while.”

“Oh pet,” Master said with an edge of condescension, as if Blue was a child who had just spouted something nonsensical.

“You are being good. You’re amusing your Master with your suffering like a sweet little plaything should. It’s absolutely delicious, watching your legs quiver so helplessly as you try so hard not to enjoy it. I should leave you on the edge like this for months, so I can savor your needy pussy just crying for attention.”

Blue looked down shamefully, her knees twitching inwards in a pathetic attempt to hide her humiliating arousal. The underlying threat under Master’s lustful words chilled her. She didn't know if she could handle another week, never mind months like this. Not with Master watching and enjoying her every squeak and squirm, teasing the blush from her with her incredibly vulgar compliments.

Pretty pussy. Gorgeous toy. Good girl.

A prickle of pleasure ran up her spine. She shivered.

“So. You can ask me now, or beg me later. Either way, I’ll get a lot of enjoyment out of you. Now, be a good pet and stop complaining, or else I’ll make you come with a cock up your ass when you finally do beg for it. In fact, if you make me wait long enough, I might just do that anyway.”

Blue’s heart skipped a beat. The thought of that large dildo going up her ass gave her a full body chill. She nearly caved right then and there, but she didn’t want her master to know how much that threat scared her. Master knew her reluctance about the plug, and was capitalizing on that weakness.

She should just do what Master wanted. It wouldn’t really be so bad to ask, would it?

She opened her mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. Recently, she’d submitted herself silently to Master’s humiliating commands without hesitation, but to say the words aloud… She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Master looked at her knowingly and Blue clamped down on the question and turned away. She could bear a few more days for her pride.

“Have it your way,” Master said, getting up from the sofa.

Blue looked up at her master as a jolt of uncertainty ran through her. “Where are you going?”

“Now that you’ve brought it up, I think I do want to see you beg,” Master said, humming as she turned down the hallway.

“Wait, Master, come back! Please! I’ll—”

Master was already gone.

She should have just asked, she should have just—

When the tense silence dragged on for more than a few seconds, Blue stood and pulled at the hook in the wall, throwing her weight backwards. It didn’t budge. She changed tactics, twisting her hands around in the cuffs, trying to untie herself from the hook. The cuffs were bound so closely together, she had a hard time getting her fingers to any of the tight little knots.

She heard the soft shuffle of her master coming back down the hall and sat down quickly, trying to look innocent. The rapid rise and fall of her chest could have a number of explanations, so Master seemed none the wiser as her eyes roved Blue's bare body and spread legs.

“Come along, pet.”

Master’s deft fingers untied her with infuriating ease, and she clipped a leash to Blue's collar, giving a little tug to get her moving. She led Blue down the hall and into the dungeon room.

Blue dragged herself along reluctantly behind, feeling her own arousal smearing between her legs as she crawled. It was difficult and awkward, walking on all fours with the spreader bar between her legs since her master hadn’t deigned to remove it. She wanted to plead for mercy, but then she’d have to beg to come, and the words all tangled in her throat so she was anxiously silent.

“Get on the bed,” Master said.

Blue thought about standing straight up and headbutting Master right in the stomach, but as she put her weight back on her feet, her joints ached and her legs trembled with disuse. Besides, the spreader bar threw off her balance and she immediately wobbled backwards onto the bedspread. How was she going to run if she couldn’t even stand properly?

She didn't even get to think about how troubling that thought actually was before Master grabbed her elbow impatiently, and shoved her up on the bed.

Master bound her arms to the headboard above her and turned to the nightstand where she was laying her tools out. A bundle of leather straps, a dildo, a small plastic baggy, and a towel. Already in her hand was the muzzle and Blue twisted her head back and to the side, gritting her teeth to keep the inner phallus of the muzzle out of her mouth. Her Master pressed the gag harshly against her lips with one hand, and the other hand fluttered up her side towards Blue's armpit where she was most ticklish. She tried to twist away, but Master was persistent, and she was helpless to stop the shuddering laugh, tinged with frustration, that escaped her.

As soon as her mouth opened, Master shoved the gag in. The phallus struck the back of her tongue, triggering her gag reflex. Her chest heaved threateningly, but she managed to keep everything down. By the time she had gotten herself under control, Master had already fastened the straps around her ears and head.

A sense of dread filled her. How was she supposed to ask like this?

Clearly, she wasn’t going to be able to. Master was making sure she couldn’t quit the game early. Like always, Master was in complete control.

“Don’t want you to spoil the fun too soon,” Master said conspiratorially, and tucked a piece of Blue’s hair behind her ear. “Now, you’re going to be a good toy while your Master plays with you. If you come before you ask, the punishment will be severe.”

Blue swallowed dryly around the gag and her eyes flicked to her master’s face, which was loosely concentrated on unraveling the bundle of leather she’d just picked up from the nightstand. Master was fastening the straps around her hips over her clothes, and what was first a mess of tangled leather became a harness where she was attaching a blue and white marbled dildo.

Without a doubt, that was going inside her. A pang of unwanted heat spiked through her already pulsing clit. After being edged relentlessly for several days, her body wanted relief.

Master must have seen her moment of weakness written all over her face because she smiled and turned, the ersatz cock pointed at Blue ridiculously.

“Is my pet getting a little excited?”

Blue blushed and looked away quickly.

Master crawled over top of her, one arm braced at either side like a living cage. The intimacy of being face-to-face with this dangerous woman who looked like she wanted to devour her… Blue couldn’t bear it. She turned her head to the side, tucking her face into her own shoulder.

Master leaned down to nibble at Blue's exposed jawline.

“Mm, you’re so cute, fighting your feelings,” she murmured, “but I know when my pet is ready for a good fucking.”

Master placed a long, firm lick along Blue’s neck that made her squirm and squeeze her thighs together. She didn’t even want to think about how the crude words her master used made the heat travel from her face and neck downwards.

Why was this happening to her? Master’s attention would be flattering if the circumstances were different. She had never thought herself desirable. She was average at best, never the prettiest, never picked first. She didn’t understand why this woman even wanted her. It chafed against a deep insecurity she was barely aware of.

If she got free, would she even be wanted like this elsewhere now that she was broken...Now that she was used? Or would this woman be the only one who ever wanted her… even as some sort of pet?

She breathed heavily through her nose as the dry silicone cock prodded at her stomach. Master placed one knee in between Blue’s clenched thighs and pressed down, parting them easily. Master’s knee was so close to her aching clit, she had the urge to rub herself against it.

No, she wouldn’t debase herself. But she wanted to.

Master ran her hands down Blue’s body, taking a moment to appreciate her prize.

“Here you are, helpless and wet and waiting for your Master. I just love it.”

She dipped her fingers between Blue’s legs and removed the remote control vibe, setting it down on the nightstand. Blue felt the lack of vibration keenly, but instead of gratitude for the emptiness, she felt frustrated. Like she wanted more. Master held her fingers close to Blue’s face so that she could see the shining slickness from the toy.

“Looks like the training is coming along nicely. It’s just your stubborn pride in the way now.”

Blue shook her head. Was it even possible to have less pride than she did right now? She would have melted into the floor from shame if she could.

Master wiped her fingers off on Blue’s stomach and grabbed her hips, positioning the tip of the dildo at Blue’s entrance. She pressed in slowly, and Blue groaned around the gag in her mouth at how smoothly the shaft slipped inside. From this angle, Master’s implement hit somewhere new inside her, and she found herself opening her legs and scooting her hips minutely forwards so that the next thrust would strike it again.

Through the thin, silken material of Master’s shirt, Blue watched Master’s abs flex and tighten as she rolled her hips into Blue, burying the cock to the hilt with each exquisite stroke. Each thrust fed the heat building in her core that spread throughout her whole body. Blue felt almost feverish. Master controlled their pace, making sure that it wasn’t hard enough, wasn’t fast enough for Blue to tip over the edge.

Master's breasts bounced gently as she moved and Blue, for a sickening heartbeat, imagined they were hanging bare above her.

Master's hand slid up Blue's neck and fisted in her hair possessively. She pulled Blue's head forwards, forcing her to look down at the toy thrusting in and out of her.

“Look at that,” Master said with admiration. She pulled out slowly, and Blue watched as the toy drew from her pussy, wet and glistening, before her master pumped it back inside her with emphasis. “That’s all you, Blue.”

Master let go of Blue’s hair and her head flopped backwards lifelessly. Unable to use her hands or feet, unable to speak, she truly felt like nothing more than a doll.

A doll who was being driven mad by the excruciatingly deliberate pace that Master had set. She twisted in her bindings, lifted her hips, but nothing was helping. If not for the spreader bar still holding her legs apart and her master’s shins laying on top of it, she would have wrapped her legs around her Master and dragged her in to the hilt.

No matter how she writhed and bucked, Master was careful not to accidentally bump her clit or provide any extra stimulation. Master's eyes were focused on Blue’s face as she pounded into her, and the intensity of it made Blue want to curl up and hide. It felt as if she was mapping Blue’s most vulnerable self by every involuntary twitch of her hips and every needy whine that betrayed her arousal.

Master paused for a moment and Blue felt the dildo twist inside her as Master leaned over to grab something from the nightstand. She picked up a small plastic baggy which reminded Blue of jewelry packaging. Master tipped the contents into one palm and Blue lifted her head to see a bit better. It was a chain. A thin, silver chain like a necklace, clearly too thin to be used as a restraint. Master tossed the rubbish aside and lifted it with both hands. Between Master’s fingertips were two small rubber tipped clamps, and the chain hung between them like a bridge.

“I don’t even have to tease you, your pretty nipples are ready and waiting to wear these,” Master said.

The obvious purpose of the new jewelry made her wish she could suck her nipples back inside her body, but there was nothing she could do since they were already traitorously firm and proud in the cool air of the dungeon room.

She tensed as her master leaned down to attach them one at a time, the firm pinch of each clamp making her groan and twist her hands in the sheets. She took deep breaths through her nose and scrunched her eyes shut as Master adjusted the tension of the clamps until she was certain they weren’t going anywhere. The chain weighed cool and heavy between her breasts, sending a chill through her heated flesh.

“So pretty,” Master said. She hooked a finger under the chain and pulled it taunt, drawing Blue up by the painful tension on her nipples.

“Does my pet like her new jewelry?” she asked, holding Blue’s attention hostage with a single finger.

Blue nodded her head fearfully, because it was the only answer she knew Master would accept. She wanted to scream, she wanted to beg, but all she could do was agree with her master and hope she took pity on her.

“Such a good girl,” Master said, letting the chain drop and Blue slumped back to the bed in relief.

Master shifted her body off to the side and hooked her arm behind Blue’s knees, lifting her legs and essentially folding Blue in half.

She was too startled to kick. Her muddled brain realized what was happening far too late as her knees were forced up by her ears, still spread by the bar between them and putting her whole lower body on display.

Master moved back on top of her and leaned her shoulders on Blue's legs, keeping them from dropping back down. Blue found it harder to breathe folded up like this, but she didn't have any choice in the matter as Master was already sliding back inside her to resume the agonizingly slow pace.

The chain between her breasts slid back and forth rhythmically as Master thrust inside her, and all she could think about was coming. How much endurance did her master have? Her whole world revolved around the smooth cock sliding in and out of her. All she wanted was for Master to tire of this game and let her come. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes. She hated herself for wanting it.

Master leaned down and bit the flesh of Blue’s breast, startling her from her misery. Blue arched her back at the sharp pinch of Master's teeth. She was so wound up with sexual frustration that the spike of pain only added to her overstimulation. Blue looked down feverishly at her body to see with some relief that Master hadn't broken the skin, but the mark was reddening quickly and likely to bruise. Master licked and sucked at it before delivering a second bite on her other breast, leaving another reddish half circle with clear indents of Master's teeth.

Blue’s clit was pulsing painfully, and she balanced on the precipice of climax as Master continued to pound her relentlessly.

She was going to come.

She could just… let it happen. She wanted it so badly it hurt, but even in her frantic state, Master's warning echoed in her mind. She would be punished. Severely.

She couldn’t risk it. Master would cane her or whip her or take her ass or something worse and she would end up in the cage or the toy box afterwards.

No. No!

She had to get Master's attention.

Blue shook her head desperately, trying to get any noise she could through the gag. She was dangling on a knife's edge, barely able to restrain herself. There was simply too much happening to her body for her to hold it back if Master continued.

“Hmm?” Master looked up into her eyes devilishly and immediately stopped her thrusting.

She knew.

In response, Blue let out another plaintive whine.

“Are you ready to ask your master to come?”

Master thrust again pointedly, and Blue dug her nails into her palms in an attempt to distance herself from the oncoming climax.

She nodded fervently, making eye contact. She would ask. She would beg.

Master reached up and undid the straps of her muzzle. Before she removed it completely, she hesitated.

“I want to hear you beg,” she warned, “and it better be good.” Master finished ominously as she removed the gag from Blue's mouth.

“Th-thank you, Master,” Blue whispered, licking her lips. She knew better than to hesitate this time. She would just say it and rip the metaphorical band-aid off. She looked down, avoiding her master’s intense gaze. “Please Master, let me come.”

A terrible sharp pain spiked through her breast, and she screamed, bucking on the bed as Master ripped off one of the nipple clamps. For a moment she thought her nipple had been torn off, but when she blinked away her tears it was still there, dark red and throbbing in agony as the blood and sensitivity rushed back into it.

“I-I’m sorry!” she sobbed. She didn’t know what she was apologizing for. “Please, Master! I'm sorry! Please let me come!”

Master twisted Blue’s hypersensitive nipple and she cried and writhed under her Master’s punishing grip.

“Now pet, do you think that’s the most respectful way to ask?”

“I-I don’t know! Please! Please help me Master, I-I want to please you,” Blue gasped, bracing herself for another punishment.

“When you ask your master for something respectfully,” Master said, yanking the other clamp free. Blue's arms jerked in the restraints, straining to protect her aching breasts. “You will refer to yourself as my pet.”

Blue looked up desperately, eyes searching for a hint of mercy. There was none.

“I—” she swallowed, “please, Master, please allow your pet to come.”

“Mm, that's better,” Master said, trailing the sharp edge of her fingernail around Blue's aching nipple. It felt like a knife on her oversensitive flesh. “But I'm not convinced. Why should I?”

Blue was in too deep to turn back now.

“I— Your pet needs it, Master. Please let your pet come,” she begged, voice cracking.

Master sat back and let Blue's legs drop to the bed. “Turn over.”

Bound by her outstretched arms and the spreader bar, Blue awkwardly scrambled to obey. She twisted her head, looking over her shoulder as best she could to keep an eye on her Master.

Master patted her ass. “Up.”

Blue brought her knees under her stomach and presented herself like an animal in heat. She was an animal in heat. Her nipples were still throbbing painfully and all she could think about was being allowed to come.

Master took her place behind her and trailed a fingertip over her asshole. Blue fought the urge to jerk away from the touch and held her breath. She could practically hear her master turning it over in her mind. Blue was afraid to move just in case Master decided she would take her ass after all. There would be no stopping it.

Instead, Master thankfully pressed the dildo back inside her pussy and slapped her asscheek. The shock of it spurred Blue forwards, and then before she could think about it she was leaning backwards just as quickly, fucking herself on the dildo. She braced herself with her hands and keened into the bed sheet as her body took over, rocking back and forth.

“Ask me again,” Master said over the soft “uh, uh, uh’s” of Blue’s efforts.

“Please let your pet come, Master! Please! Your pet needs it! Please fuck your pet, Master!” Words were spilling from her mouth that would have shocked Saki, but Blue knew what Master wanted to hear and she would beg for the mercy to come.

“You may come,” Master said, and slapped her ass again. She forcefully snapped her hips, stabbing the dildo in deep.

“Oh god!” Blue heard herself moan. “Thank you! Thank you, Master!”

Blue threw herself back onto the cock as fast and as hard as she could, ignoring the slick sounds of her own defeat. Her mouth was slack and open as she panted, creating a wet spot on the bed sheet beneath her. She didn't care.

Master reached under her and pinched her tender nipples and twisted. The pain shot straight to her clit, and stars exploded behind her eyelids as her whole body stiffened with her orgasm. Her pussy squeezed the fake cock inside her as if she could milk it dry. Her legs trembled from her efforts and she finally fell still in the warm afterglow of her climax. Master was breathing heavily against her back as she sucked on Blue’s neck. After a few more thrusts and a pleased hum from her Master, she felt the fabric of Master's pants brush against the back of her leg.

She realized suddenly that Master was working her hand under the harness to take care of her own needs. Blue could feel her face and ears heat quickly at the wet sound of Master’s skilled fingers pushing towards her own climax, hips grinding down against Blue's ass.

Blue was stunned. She pretended it wasn't happening, pretended not to wonder what her Master's pussy looked or felt or tasted like as her Master gently humped her own hand atop her.

Master tensed with a groan before she rolled to the other side of the bed, finally pulling the cock free of Blue’s twitching pussy. She unclipped the spreader bar from Blue’s legs and kicked it off the bed before she turned and pulled her pet in by the waist, arms still stretched above her by her cuffed wrists. Master nuzzled her face into the crook of Blue’s neck and slotted her hot body tightly against her pet’s back in a mockery of a loving couple.

After being naked for however long it had been, the warm embrace of her master was too comforting to deny and Blue melted into it without resistance. Besides, she was just too exhausted to do anything else.

“Such a good girl tonight,” Master murmured in Blue’s ear, sending a ripple of gooseflesh down the back of her neck.

“Thank you, Master,” she replied. Thank you for letting me come. Thank you for not taking my ass. These were the things she had to be grateful for.

If circumstances were different… She imagined for a moment that she had met her Master in a bar somewhere, how it might have gone differently.

But no, it wasn’t a real relationship. She reminded herself she was just pretending to be Blue and all this would be over once she was free. She would leave and find someone else who respected her. She imagined herself finding another boyfriend, or visiting a BDSM club and finding a partner. She would bring them home and not have to crawl on the floor or beg them to come, and they would bend her over and fuck her silly so she could forget this whole ordeal. She told herself it would be someone else— anyone else— but even in her fantasy the person had her Master’s outline, and smelled of her Master’s shampoo and sweat.

She blinked slowly, feeling the rush of sleep come upon her all at once. She pretended she was being held by someone she loved. She pretended she was here of her own free will and in the morning they would have coffee and go outside.

She pretended she hadn't, for a brief moment, imagined what it would feel like for her Master's pleasure to come at her own hand.

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It was morning, or so she thought, and Blue stared at the slivers of light that filtered through the blinds. She combed her fingers idly through the soft fibers of the rug with one hand, while the other was wedged snugly between Master's calf and the sofa. She felt relaxed. Safe.

Good things happened when she was close to Master. She seemed to like it when Blue sought her out for comfort or attention, and Blue enjoyed the treats and praise that came from a happy Master; a handful of gummies, a sip of sweetened green tea, a gentle comb through Blue’s hair with her fingertips, a scratch under the collar.

And sometimes when Master was watching TV, she would occasionally rub Blue’s shoulders, thawing whatever tension she could find with her skilled hands. Blue appreciated the touch, even if —especially if— her hands roamed afterwards to cup Blue’s breasts or trace the curves of her body even lower. Master’s touch left her pliable, glowing with need and other feelings she wasn’t going to admit, even to herself. Especially after last night.

They had spent the whole night cuddled together in the dungeon bed. It would have been the perfect time to look for chances to escape, except that it was the best night's sleep she’d had since she was taken.

Finally, she got to sleep in a real bed. Finally, she had been sated, warmed, and held. She couldn't remember the last time she had been that comfortable, wrapped in her master's arms and lulled to sleep by steady breathing on her shoulder.

Then she’d awoken to the creak of Master rolling off the bed to go to the bathroom, and their day had begun as normal. As normal as their days were, anyway.

Since then, something had clicked into place inside her. She found it troubling that she couldn’t tell exactly what it was. There was a certain complacency that had fallen over her. She had reduced herself to an animal, begging to come and fucking herself on Master’s cock, but she didn’t feel guilty. She didn’t feel anything. She knew she would do it again if Master asked. She would do almost anything her master wanted, and she knew this with a certainty that she did not want to think too deeply about.

Escape felt more necessary than ever. She had to break the cycle they were in and convince her master that she was trustworthy, at least enough so that she'd take Blue outside. There was no chance of escape if she never left the house, and she dearly missed the sun.

She looked up at her master who seemed to be intently texting someone while the TV droned on in the background.

She had to set something in motion.

“Master, I—” she started.

I want to go outside. She realized Master might take it as some sort of a demand. She had to ask for something small, something easy.

Master looked over the top of her phone at her.

“Can we open the blinds today?” Blue finally landed on.

Master’s eyes flicked to the window and back to her phone. “You’re not ready.”

The rejection stung. She honestly hadn’t expected Master to turn down such a simple request. Besides, she’d done everything that Master had asked her to do that morning. Slept on the floor, crawled on her knees, ate from her hand.

“H-haven’t I been good?” she tried.

Master sighed, and put her phone down on her lap.

“The truth is, I have been spoiling you pet. All that attention, all that pleasure. It makes me happy to toy with you, it does. Making you come when you try so hard to keep control of your desires. Making you beg me for it. But you aren’t ready. You still haven’t taken up your role to please me. I need you to show a little initiative before you’re ready for that kind of reward.”

“I–I’m not sure what I can—” she stammered, but Master’s expression hardened and she trailed off.

They both knew it was a lie. She wasn't stupid. If she wanted things to change—really wanted it— She would have to do better for Master to trust her.

She tried again, looking up through her lashes and lowering her tone, hoping it made her more appealing. “What can your pet do to please you, Master?”

Master opened her legs incrementally. Invitingly. “I'm sure you can think of something.”

Blue bit her lip. She didn’t know much about pleasing women; it hadn’t even been something she thought about before she was taken. What if she was bad at it?

Her eyes trailed downwards to the zipper of Master’s pants. She had heard about oral in high school, but it was always focused on male pleasure. How much worse could it be to…to…for a woman...

She felt her face reddening.

After what she had been through already, this was nothing. No big deal. The words were hollow even in her own thoughts. If Master was appeased, she might loosen up and make a mistake. Something had to give.

Blue crept closer and placed her hands on her master’s knees, sliding them up her thighs. Master’s breath caught for a moment, and Blue looked up nervously to check she wasn’t angry, but her eyes only held a simmering lust.

“Master, I-I’d like to try. Please let your pet… pleasure you.”

Impulsively, she pressed her face against her master’s thigh, looking up with what she hoped was a desirable expression.

She should have been ashamed. Instead, she felt like she was on the offensive for once, applying pressure to Master in the only way that she could.

After a moment of deliberation, Master stood up and stepped to the other end of the sofa, reaching for the loop of her waistband.

A thrill ran through Blue. After all she had been through with this woman, she still hadn’t seen her master naked. Master hooked her thumbs in the waist of her pants, sliding them down over the curve of her ass, revealing her pale, sculpted legs and plain black cotton underwear. She pulled those down as well, just as slow, just as teasingly, and Blue couldn’t peel her eyes away. She could complain about her situation all she wanted, but her master’s body was stunning. Her ass was firm and well-toned, and her muscular abs led down to her mons in a little V of definition.

Master stepped out of her underwear once they hit the floor. Blue’s eye darted between her master’s lascivious smirk and her bared lower half. The skin of her master’s stomach and ass were lighter than the sun-kissed flesh of her arms. Blue noticed a small birthmark or scar on her thigh, a little jagged brown line like a lightning bolt.

Master didn’t move to take off her blouse, and the tails of her now untucked shirt hung crinkled at her waist. She sat down in the middle of the sofa and Blue crawled over to her, feeling the chain attached to her collar grow taut. She was still leashed to the far leg of the sofa, and she could just reach her place in between Master’s legs with the tether nearly at its full length.

She reached up again to touch the smooth skin of her master’s bare thighs, but Master stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

“No hands,” she said, and Blue obediently clasped her hands behind her back.

Master leaned over and added a carabiner to her cuffs, ever cautious, before she reclined in her seat, opening her legs wide.

Blue leaned forward until she was close enough that the heat of her own breath reflected back onto her face. The tabooness of this whole interaction had her heart racing. There was no turning back now.

She had never had oral performed on her, but she figured she would explore the areas that felt good on her own body and go from there. She stuck her tongue out tentatively, and found the beginnings of arousal. There was a slight flavor that she had trouble putting into words, but it wasn't bad. It mostly didn’t taste like anything at all. Maybe because Master always showered in the mornings?

She pressed her face in a little closer, giving one broad lick straight up. Master shifted her hips again, opening up a little more. She continued with her exploration of her master, licking straight up and then twirling her tongue in a circle near the top. On impulse, she flicked Master’s clit with her tongue. Master’s hips twitched upwards and Blue heard her bite back a moan.

Blue felt a surge of wetness between her own legs. She was the reason Master had made that sound. She found herself suddenly wanting to force more of those sounds from her master. The thought sparked a dull throbbing in her own sex. She wanted to drive Master wild with want. Not because Master deserved it, no, the need was almost... vengeful.

Encouraged, she dipped her face a little lower, probing with her tongue until she found her master’s entrance. She traced it with the tip of her tongue before thrusting inwards, pointing her tongue like a spear.

She did it again and again, noticing how Master’s hips were canting forward with every thrust. On her knees here between her master’s legs, she suddenly felt like she was in control for once. Every soft catch of Master’s breath, every flex of her abs as she rolled her hips into Blue’s mouth made her clit pound with need.

Eventually, she drew back, breathing heavy, hot breaths into her master’s pussy. She licked her lips and looked up, searching for approval.

Master was leaning heavily against the backrest, eyes closed and cheeks flushed as she panted softly, a hand gripped tightly in her own hair. Her other hand squeezed at her breast through her shirt, her nipple faintly visible through the fabric.

To see her in such a state, because of Blue, it was just—

Master’s eyes snapped open suddenly, gaze dropping to Blue’s face.

“Don’t stop,” she said huskily.

Blue gasped as Master’s fingers wound in her hair. The sharp prickle of nails on her scalp felt urgent as Master pulled her head back down to her work.

She struggled to regain what control she had, but Master’s grip was firm and the lust Blue had awoken was quickly overriding her casual exploration.

It seemed the only way out was through, and though her mouth and jaw were quickly tiring, she continued licking and thrusting her tongue, and gasping for air in between. Master pulled her hair, angling Blue’s face up towards her clit. She obliged as best she could, completely lost in the rhythm of Master’s hips. Master’s thighs clamped tightly around her face, and she panicked, her muffled complaints smothered by her master’s pussy. Blue twisted her hands desperately behind her back as her lungs burned for air.

Just as she felt like she might pass out, Master pulled her away by her hair, enough so she could draw in a few gulps of oxygen and the spots faded from her vision. Her nose was still touching Master’s pale thigh and her eyelashes were dewy, either from her own humid breath or Master’s slickness. She could only see and smell and taste her master. She was too breathless to even speak.

All she needed was just a— just a minute to catch her breath. Master didn't give her long. Whatever control she’d imagined at the start had been taken from her.

Before she had fully recovered, Master pulled her back in again.

She decided to focus on making Master come as quickly as possible. She swirled her tongue around Master’s clit, trying to figure out what Master liked best based on the tension in her legs and her grip in Blue’s hair. Master groaned gutterally above her as she flicked her tongue again. Master’s hips rocked upwards into Blue's mouth and Blue pinched her lips gently around her master and sucked. Master bucked once, twice more, and tensed, her powerful thighs like a vice around Blue's face.

She felt a rush of wetness on her chin and after a few moments, Master relaxed, hand slipping from Blue’s hair.

Blue placed a couple gentle licks with the flat of her tongue for good measure before sitting back on her heels. In the light breeze of the air con, she could acutely feel how wet her nose and face were. She focused on Master’s softening expression, pointedly ignoring the thrumming heat between her own legs.

“Good girl, Blue,” Master said breathlessly and with such fondness that it sent a rush of endorphins through her.

Master flopped on her side on the couch, one arm outstretched. Her cheeks were flushed a gentle, rosy pink and she had a certain relaxation about her that thawed her a little. It was almost like a real person was there instead of just her master.

Without thinking, Blue leaned forwards and placed her cheek in her master’s palm. She didn’t resist as Master shifted her grip and pulled Blue closer, so that her chin was resting on the edge of the seat. Master petted Blue’s hair and traced the shape of her face with a soothing fingertip. She ran her finger over Blue’s eyebrows delicately, then trailed down the line of her jaw before resting her thumb on Blue’s lips.

She didn’t know why, but she took the tip of Master’s thumb inside, running her tongue briefly over the smooth pad of her master’s finger. Something warm flickered in Master’s expression before she sighed and sat up, drawing Blue out of her trance.

Master reached over and grabbed a remote from the end table. The dull click of the button was followed by the sudden schuck of the blinds snapping open.

Blue winced, unprepared for the sudden brightness flooding her vision. She blinked it away quickly and walked on her knees to the window, drawn in like a moth to the light. The sunlight flooded in at an angle, and as soon as she entered the broad trapezoid of warmth she nearly melted. She missed this so much.

Her eyes were still adjusting, but she squinted and forced herself to look outside. The first thing she saw was an expensive zen garden, beautiful with its white gravel seashell swirls. It had a small koi pond, a tiny bridge, and a scattered few spaces for flowers and shrubs. In the center of the garden was a vermillion gazebo made of wood. Beyond the garden was a small area of grass, and then beyond that was a thick forest of old trees with reddish-brown bark. The majority of them were massive, with dense, prickly evergreen boughs.

Her heart sank. There were so many dense forests in Japan there was no way to tell her location from the trees alone. Even if she escaped the house, she was likely to get lost in the woods. Would dying in a forest be better than her life with Master?

No, definitely not.

Still, she was appreciative just to sit in a spot of sunlight, but it only fueled her desire to actually go outside. The wind pulled a few leaves off some of the smaller trees and they fell, crispy and dark on the white stones of the rock garden. Was it autumn already? She didn’t remember when she’d been taken. July… maybe.

Master cleared her throat behind her. Blue turned and saw that she was looking at her expectantly.

Then it clicked. She had gotten completely distracted by the view and had forgotten to acknowledge the boon her master had given her. She quickly bowed, dipping her face to the floor. “I-I’m sorry! Thank you, Master.”

If she wasn’t so worried the small ground she’d gained would be snatched from her, she might have rolled her eyes at the theatrics she was expected to perform. Would she get punished for slipping up?

She slowly raised her head but Master didn’t seem to be angry. She was still looking fairly satisfied, propping her bare legs on the footrest. Blue focused on her Master’s neck so she wouldn't have to meet Master’s soft, human-like expression, and she wouldn’t have to look at the slender, toned legs that were so new and distracting. Master reached down and unclipped her arms so she could crawl properly. Blue took that to mean she could keep looking out the window.

She spent the next couple hours curled up on her side in the patch of sun, watching the birds flitter around outside and more leaves drop onto the raked stones of the garden. Did Master make those designs herself or did someone else do it for her?

When the sunspot had moved up onto the wall and Blue was thinking about what she might get for dinner, Master’s phone rang.

Blue stiffened as a prickle of apprehension crawled up her spine. Master answered the phone, not even bothering to get up or go to another room. Blue pretended she was still looking outside, but turned her head slightly to keep Master in her peripheral vision. She looked completely nonchalant; she didn’t seem to care if Blue was listening or not.

Honestly, it wasn’t like Blue could do anything about the call. If she shouted, the person on the phone might hear her, sure, but she didn’t even know her master’s name or the address of the house they were in. She had almost no useful information. The only thing she could scream would be her other name and that she needed help… She shuddered. That was not a good idea.

No, the person on the other end of the line was an unknown variable. For all she knew, it could be someone from the mansion where she had been kept before. And unless that stranger was standing in the front yard, they would never arrive in time to rescue her— certainly not before Master dragged her up off the floor and disciplined her thoroughly.

“I was wondering when you'd finally call me back,” Master joked, and Blue strained to hear the other side of the conversation. She could barely hear the faint murmur of a response and Master laughed. “Yeah, I know, I know. Hey, is that stuff I asked for ready? I'd like you to bring everything by tomorrow.”

Blue tensed, unable to resist taking a quick glance at her master. Was something going to happen tomorrow? Would they have a guest? A delivery of some kind? Master scoffed gently at the phone and her eyes drifted to Blue who quickly looked back outside.

“Pet,” Master said quietly and Blue stifled a flinch as she slowly returned her master’s gaze. “Come here.”

Blue fought the urge to sigh and crawled obediently to sit by her master’s feet. She was feeling very warm and relaxed after sitting in the sun, at least until the sudden phone call.

They had stuck to a routine so far, but this was something new— something different. It should be a good thing. She had wanted change, hadn’t she? So why did she feel so uneasy?

She would just have to hope Master wasn’t buying some new device to torture her with. It had been a while since Master actually hurt her. She had been very good lately.

Blue melted against Master’s legs. Her eyes fluttered closed as Master lightly scratched underneath the collar.

She felt peaceful. Cared for. This was so much better than the cage, or even curled up in the middle of the floor alone. She should be railing against the calm that was settling over her but she couldn’t —didn’t— want to.

“I know, I know. Just bring the stuff, I’ll take care of the rest.”

Now that she was closer, she could tell the responding voice was deeper, probably male, but couldn’t make out any words other than it sounded like a goodbye.

Blue looked up sleepily as Master set the phone down on the sofa next to her.

“You look like you had a pretty good day.”

“Yes, Master. It was nice to feel the sun again,” Blue replied carefully, making sure her tone was appropriately appreciative. It would have been better if I could go outside. Wouldn’t it be nice to walk around the garden and feel the breeze on her face?

“Mhmm.. It’s been a while since you went out hasn’t it, pet?”

“Y-yes, Master.” She couldn’t keep the mournfulness out of her tone. “Even before…” you took me. She bit back the rest of the sentence. She didn’t want to anger Master.

“Before you became my pet?” Master smirked, and Blue could tell she was amused by the way Blue was expressly avoiding saying anything incriminating.

Blue just nodded.

“I think,” Master said almost conspiratorially, “that you are beginning to enjoy your life here with me.”

Her confidence tempted Blue to argue back.

Blue opened her mouth to retort, but… hadn’t she just enjoyed being stroked like an animal at her master’s feet?

She frowned. How did Master always know which buttons to push? She was only like this because Master made her like this.

Master shifted on the sofa, opening a space between her legs.

“Come on,” she said, and Blue moved herself from the outside of one leg to the middle of both. Master pulled at Blue until her back was resting on the sofa between Master’s legs.

“You pleased me today,” Master said, placing her hands on Blue’s shoulders. “Now I want to see my pet pleasure herself.”

Blue twisted in surprise, trying to sit forward or edge away, but Master’s firm grip kept her in place. “Thank you but I’m really— I’m ok, Master,” Blue said meekly. She really did not want to masturbate in front of an audience.

Master’s hand swung down over Blue's collarbone, rolling a thumb over the pulse of her neck before grabbing one of her arms and forcing it down between her legs.

“I didn't ask what you wanted, Blue. Touch yourself,” she said firmly.

Blue looked down at her lap despondently. She couldn’t refuse Master, but… she still hesitated.

“Or…” Master said slyly, “Instead of getting to come, I could take my pet into the other room and we can try some of the other toys.”

In the grand scheme of things, this was nothing compared to what she’d already been through. If she was being frighteningly realistic with herself, it could hardly even be considered a punishment. To Master, this was Blue’s reward.

“I’ll do it,” Blue whispered.

It would be awkward and embarrassing but it would be better than whatever was waiting in the other room. Since they were both facing the same way, she couldn’t see her master’s face. That was good, right? She would just… pretend she wasn’t there.

She let one hand drift down to rub perfunctorily at herself. She closed her eyes and let her other hand drift up towards her breast. She remembered how the pain had spiked straight to her clit when Master did it, and she tested a few different techniques on herself, a gentle pinch, a scrape of the nail, a twist— and that definitely did something, because her other hand was starting to slide more smoothly up and down her folds.

When she felt her pleasure start to warm her, she crooked a finger inside her entrance. She tucked her legs under her, knees spread, to get a better angle. In this position she didn’t have to work her hand as much, she could just grind her hips down on her finger and that was easier.

She licked her thumb and circled her nipple, pinching lightly, then harder as she ground her hips onto her other hand. She added another finger inside herself. What had Master done before? She tried replicating Master's techniques, because as much as it pained her to admit, the woman knew what worked. But trying to isolate one pleasurable moment from her jumbled trauma just wasn't possible. She only wanted to remember how her master’s fingers had pried the pleasure from her, but her mind was mingling it with the memory of her stinging whipped skin, the bite of the clamps on her nipples, and the hard rubber of a gag in her mouth.

She moaned.

“Pet,” Master said, and an irrational flare of anger pulsed through Blue. She didn't want to remember someone was there, watching her. It jarred her out of her rhythm. “What are you thinking about?”

Blue stopped, fingers still inside herself, and hung her head. She wanted to lie, to say she had been thinking about her boyfriend, her first and last from over a year ago, but her encounters with him were embittered by the fact he had cheated on her. She also didn't know if confessing —lying— about something like that would upset Master. Not that she cared about her captor's feelings, but she didn't want the punishment that might follow.

“Answer me, Blue,” Master prompted again with a hint of steel in her tone. “I want to know what's on my pet's mind when she's fingering her master’s property.”

Blue visibly winced. She didn't know what to say. It was too embarrassing to admit and too terrifying to lie.

“N-nothing.” The underlying quiver to her voice betrayed her words.

“I think you know that lying to me is not wise,” Master said and there was the soft slide of the end table drawer opening and closing next to her. “I should have known my shy little toy would have trouble admitting what turns her on. Head down, pet.”

She poked Blue in the back with a foot, a method she often used to nudge her into the correct position. Blue went down automatically, like the trained animal she was.

Master traced something up the back of her leg, and she trembled in anticipation. She was wet.

“Master, please! I just— I was just doing what felt good.”

“Don’t move,” Master warned, and there was a sharp strike on her ass that she heard a millisecond before she registered the pain. She pressed her forehead into the rug and dug her fingers into the fibers.

“Yes, Master,” she mumbled, but already Master was striking her again, harder. She jerked forwards, the friction from the rug chafing her breasts.

“What was my pet thinking about when she was touching my property? When she moaned with her fingers in her pussy with her master watching?”

Another strike of stinging heat blossomed across her ass. Blue shook her head on the floor.

“I don’t remember.”

She shrieked as the flat leather end of the tool hit her between the legs sharply, her poor clit burning from the strike. She clutched between her legs and rolled over, betrayal written on her face. Words were beyond her. Master was holding a thin flexible rod flexed between her hands, one end covered with a folded piece of leather. It looked like something she’d seen people urge their horses with.

Master wasn’t moved by her suffering.

“Then do it again and tell me what you're thinking about.”

Blue's clit was pulsing, a simmering sting layered over the dull throbbing of her arousal. She felt too sensitive, she didn’t even want to touch it. She reached down, opting to curl her fingers inside herself again instead, but the palm of her hand rested there anyway, and provided an almost soothing static pressure.

Master gave her another punishing strike on her nipple and Blue cried out, twisting on the floor.

“Speak.”

“Master— I— your pet is trying,” she spoke quickly, attempting to stall the next hit while she thought of a suitable answer. She kept her eyes locked on Master’s arm. She didn’t want to close her eyes like she usually did when she touched herself, especially if Master was going to hit her again.

Master pressed her lips in a firm line of disappointment and raised the crop.

“I was thinking about you, Master,” she said in a burst of panic, and was rewarded with a softer swat on her thigh, and then Master traced the crop gently up the inside of her leg which made her heart race. Blue gasped, moving her fingers faster, using Master’s technique.

“Your pet was trying to remember how her master.. touched her before.”

“Did it feel good, pet? When your master played with her toy’s little pussy?”

“No. Yes? I-I’m not sure,” she breathed, and Master rapped her again on her clit. The burst of sensation was like an electric shock straight up her navel, but it wasn't as harsh as before. Her hips jerked upwards, chasing the strike.

“Do you imagine it's your master inside you now, taking pleasure from your body?” Master said huskily.

“Yes. Yes, Master,” Blue groaned, still working her fingers.

Master hooked the collar chain with her foot and tugged it upwards, pulling Blue into a seated position by the stiff leather. Master reeled her in close and her lips nearly grazed Blue's ear as she spoke. “And in this fantasy of yours does my pet get to come?”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, “Please, can your pet come?”

“You may come… if—” She could hear the smile in Master's voice. “You can do it here.” She patted her leg.

Master wanted her to...ride her leg? Blue tried to hide the furrow of her brows. Why did she always have to make everything so mortifying?

Surely Blue would run out of shame eventually, and then she would be immune to Master’s games.

“Master—” I don’t want to.

But if she said that outright, she’d probably be punished. She had to appeal to her master’s desire to play with her.

“C-Can you help me?”

If she just let Master do it, this would all be over quickly.

Master considered a moment, flexing the crop between her hands like a playing card before bringing it down on Blue's vulnerable pussy. Blue fell backwards with a yelp as Master stepped on her, grinding her bare heel down onto Blue’s sensitive clit.

“Here you go, pet. This will help.”

Blue reached for Master’s ankle as she squirmed under the firm pressure of her heel, only to have her hands swatted away by the crop.

“I said you could come, so you better come,” Master warned. She struck the side of Blue’s breast to get her moving again.

Blue closed her eyes and bucked her hips up into the smooth pressure of Master’s heel. The sooner she was done the better. Since she wasn’t allowed to grab Master’s foot like she was tempted to, she ran her hands over her own body, pretending they were someone else’s. They travelled upwards, cupping her breasts. She gasped as a pinch of pain ran through her as she kneaded. Was that where Master had bitten her? She pressed into it gently with her fingertips, remembering how Master’s skilled tongue had felt on her stinging nipples. How Master had fucked her with that toy relentlessly, hard abs flexing with each thrust, breasts swinging temptingly above Blue.

“Master...” she groaned, rocking her hips upwards and Master rewarded her with more pressure on her clit, sliding her heel around in the slickness of her folds.

“My greedy little pet,” Master said with amusement, “don’t you look so delicious here, desperate for whatever your Master gives you?”

She was just a toy. Just something for her master to play with. She looked up between her knees and beyond Master’s pale, toned leg where she could see her master’s pussy in the shadow beneath her shirt. Her master’s flavor lingered on her lips even now, and she rolled her hips at the thought of Master’s sounds of excitement.

“Master, please, I just need— I need you Master,” Blue said, panting from her efforts.

“I want my toy to stuff her fingers in her pussy,” Master said, and shifted her foot so there was room.

Blue eagerly obliged, hooking two fingers inside and pressing upwards. She pumped her fingers to the sound of her master’s voice.

“Look at you on your back, showing your master how much you love being a pet. My naughty, insatiable plaything. So wet and needy. Add another finger.”

She did. It was a tight fit, but the stretch was exquisite.

“Tell me you love being mine, pet.”

Blue groaned as Master placed her foot on Blue’s hand, forcing her fingers to sink even deeper. Then with an expert flick, Master rapped Blue lightly on the clit, and her hips jerked upwards, arching her back as she toppled over the edge.

“I love being yours, Master!” she nearly screamed.

And then she was barely breathing as her pussy clamped down on the fingers stuffed inside her, tightly wringing every ounce of sensation from her climax. When her twitching body finally relaxed, Master removed her foot, and Blue slipped her hand free.

As she came down from her high, a rush of guilt washed out the remains of her lingering pleasure. Not only had she masturbated for Master’s amusement, she had done it thinking of her own kidnapper and enjoyed it.

She curled up on her side away from Master’s piercing gaze.

Who even was she anymore?

She wanted to cry, but Master would see her and that would make her feel worse. She just wanted to be left alone.

Another part of her desperately longed to be held.

She pressed her fist to her lips, trying to muffle herself as tears dripped down the side of her nose to her ear.

“Aww, my sweet,” Master cooed. The pity in her voice shattered Blue’s self-restraint.

She couldn’t have anything. Not her life, not her fantasies, not even a moment to cry by herself.

She heard Master get up, unclipping the chain from the sofa and dropping it in front of Blue to lay in a pile on the carpet. She sat down on the floor and pulled Blue’s limp, unresisting body into her lap, petting her hair gently.

Blue hated how much she needed this.

“It’s alright, my good girl,” Master whispered as she tucked a strand of hair behind Blue’s ear. So gentle, so caring. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

Master stroked her hair, and Blue surrendered to the soothing touches, knowing she was weak for enjoying a single speck of Master’s kindness, but even still, she wanted more.

She tucked her face into Master’s shirt, inhaling deeply.

“Master..?” she sniffled quietly, “can I… sleep in the bed with you tonight?”

“Hmm…” Master hummed above her and Blue felt rather than heard it, the vibrations in her ear as calming as a cat's purr.

“Alright. Just for tonight.”

Blue pressed her cheek firmly against the soft skin of her master’s thigh, her lips brushing against her master's leg in not quite a kiss, not quite not a kiss.

“Thank you, Master.”

Chapter Text

Master's bed was amazing.

Blue fell asleep the instant she sunk into the plush, downy duvet, curled against the comforting lump of Master’s legs against her back.

When she woke, she felt as if she had been drugged. She was so thoroughly relaxed she could barely lift a finger. She didn’t even roll over as Master got up to do her morning routine, just turned her head enough to watch the bathroom door through half-lidded eyes until Master came out in a gust of steam, smelling clean and fresh, already dressed.

Which meant it was her chance to use the other bathroom. Even though she was well-behaved enough to be allowed in the bed, she hadn’t quite earned the nice toilet privileges yet.

She stretched her arms in front of her like a cat, pausing mid-yawn when she noticed the cane hanging from Master’s hip. Unless she was mumbling curses at Master in her sleep, she couldn’t think of anything she should be punished for. Her eyes darted upwards in apprehension, trying to judge if the cane was for now, or later.

Master didn’t look displeased, in fact, she looked downright cheerful as she unclipped Blue’s leash from the footboard, replacing the normal chain with one that was half its usual length. Once it was attached to Blue’s collar, she let it slip through her fingers and the silver chain fell cold and thin between Blue’s breasts, making her shiver.

Blue felt her brows draw together, confused.

Master… wasn’t going to hold her leash?

If it wasn’t for the cane, she might have thought Master was finally letting her guard down. Well, she wasn’t going to fall for such obvious bait. She was going to be extra good today.

Master gave Blue a soft smile as she petted her, smoothing out the few feathery hairs that had been mussed in her sleep.

“Sleep well? Come on, time for breakfast.”

Blue followed stiffly after her, the new chain a frustrating hindrance as it dragged between her legs. It was just long enough for her to accidentally step on it as she moved, and she was forced to pause briefly so she could wrap it around her palm.

They veered into the dungeon room since it was Blue’s turn to use the bathroom. Instead of waiting outside the door, Master sat on the edge of the bed as Blue went to complete her own morning routine. She felt a glimmer of appreciation for the illusion of privacy the additional distance afforded her. It was more than she usually received.

Even though she wasn’t allowed to close the door, Master did let her spend a few minutes upright while she was in there. There was a toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste for her to use and she brushed her teeth vigorously, feeling like she had to make up for the days spent without it when she first was taken.

Once she was done, she obediently dropped to her knees as soon as she crossed the bathroom boundary. Master stood and stretched her arms with a satisfied groan. “All done?”

“Yes, Master,” Blue mumbled, automatically falling into line at her master’s heel.

While Master went to start breakfast, Blue lingered awkwardly in the doorway.

Could she really go wherever she wanted, or would she be expected to stay in the areas where Master normally leashed her? She hadn’t been given any direction, and instead of feeling relieved that she was free to roam, she felt weirdly… lost.

Still, it didn’t take long to consider her options; there were few places available to her that were comfortable, especially since she wasn’t allowed on the furniture, so she crawled quickly to the kitchen and flopped on the pet bed. She made sure to arrange herself so she could keep her eye on Master while she cooked.

Though cooking hadn’t been her favorite pastime when she lived alone, she still thought it was relaxing to watch, especially since Master seemed relatively skilled at it. The vegetables were always cut neatly, the meals she made were uniform in flavor and appearance. Blue found it almost endearing that she measured ingredients so precisely with her kitchen scale. Master was so exacting, even in her hobbies.

Or rather, especially with her hobbies.

Master hummed happily as she retrieved a large bowl from the cupboard and measured out some flour. She tapped a few eggs on the rim.

Was she… making pancakes?

The deliciously doughy vanilla scent filled the room as soon as she poured the batter into the hot pan, making Blue’s mouth water. It didn’t take long before Master had a little stack of fresh, hot pancakes. She set a few aside and sliced them into small pieces, adding a drizzle of syrup and some blueberries to both plates before sliding into the seat across the table.

Blue sat up and moved eagerly to the spot where Master typically fed her, waiting for her plate to appear in front of her next to Master’s legs. When the plate didn’t come, Blue sat back on her heels, a slight downturn to her lips. Master was ignoring her and both plates were on the table, out of her reach.

Blue opened her mouth, then closed it. She was certain one of those plates was for her. Did Master want her to beg?

She twisted the chain on her palm as she deliberated. The eye-level pancakes felt like they were taunting her, and the smell…

Her hesitation was more out of reflex than actual reluctance. Whatever hint of pride that had stopped her from asking before, it didn’t matter now. She was hungry, and those pancakes looked spectacular.

She leaned forward and brushed her cheek against the outside of Master’s knee, looking up through her lashes with puppy eyes. Master paused her meal and peered down at her. Her normally hard brown eyes were tinged with warmth and amusement.

“Master, could I have some.. please?” Blue said, sweetly as she could.

Master set down her knife to run her fingers delicately up the pulse of Blue's neck and to her chin. Somehow the gesture had Blue melting into it and sitting straighter all at once.

“Just a minute, pet.”

The touch sent a prickle of gooseflesh down her body, and as she waited patiently, listening to the scraping of the utensils, she couldn’t entirely blame her hardened nipples on the morning chill.

Luckily for her, she didn’t have to wait long. Master made short work of her own breakfast so the pancakes weren’t entirely cooled by the time she pulled Blue’s plate to the edge and pinched a syrupy piece between her fingers, lowering it to Blue’s mouth.

“Such a good girl for asking nicely and waiting her turn,” she cooed.

Blue felt her cheeks reddening from the praise, even as her lips parted to accept the food. She wrapped her lips delicately around the offered morsel, and since there was no other way around it, Master’s fingertips. With a gentle curl of her tongue between Master’s pinched fingers, she swiped the pancake into her mouth. Honey-sweet and fluffy, it was delicious.

Blue hummed in pleasure. Such a treat after weeks of rice and vegetables and eggs, as well-prepared as they were. She barely even chewed it before swallowing, opening her mouth in earnest as Master reached for more.

Piece by piece, Master fed her. Occasionally she dropped a perfectly ripe blueberry onto Blue’s tongue, the muted sweetness serving as the perfect complement to the sugary pancakes. And though Master’s fingers were in her mouth and not on her body, arousal stirred within her.

And something else.

Gratitude. She was thankful. Not only for the delicious food, but for Master’s affectionate smile, and the soft huff of laughter she received when she was a little too eager for the next bite.

Blue rested her cheek on Master’s thigh. It was all too easy to forget she wasn’t here of her own volition when Master was playful and indulgent like this.

Yesterday, she had seen the human side of her Master. Beyond the mask of control was a woman who wanted. She was starting to see it more now, the fondness behind the smirk, the genuine pride at her obedience. All of that, directed at her.

She hated to admit it, but she’d grown to like the way Master's eyes softened when she played along. When she behaved, Master looked at Blue like she was the most precious thing in the world. It was nice to feel… appreciated? Lov–

No. It wasn’t that. It couldn’t be that. But it pulled at some emotion deep in her chest, and she found herself wishing Master would look at her like that every time.

Maybe that was something she could cultivate with good behavior. Maybe it was something she could use.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she hardly even noticed that she was still working her tongue over the whorls of her master’s fingertips even though the last trace of syrup was gone.

The sound of the doorbell startled Blue. She sat back on her heels, Master’s finger slipping from her mouth with a soft, wet sound.

“He’s here early.”

Master sighed as she wiped her fingers on a napkin and placed the rest of Blue’s chopped pancake on the floor, heading for the front entryway.

Blue heard the front door click open, followed by the rumble of a male voice coming from just on the other side of the kitchen wall.

A stab of panic shot through her. Master had just left her here, unattached. Alone. She felt like she should be scrambling to escape, but where would she even go? She didn’t have the door code, even if she could make it to the back door unnoticed.

She clenched her fist around the leash on her palm, and took a deep breath. Not yet.

“I brought everything you asked for," the man said, and his deep, rough tone made Blue’s skin crawl. She… recognized it, but she wasn't sure from where.

“Let me grab the rest from the car real quick.”

There was a heavy thump as something hit the ground. It had the soft, muffled quality of canvas. A duffle bag maybe?

“Thanks, Hiro,” Master said. “You’re welcome to come in.”

Blue stiffened, withdrawing behind the table. Was Master really inviting people into her home as if she didn’t have a woman huddled naked on the kitchen floor?

Just how many people were privy to Master’s personal lifestyle?

Making herself as small as possible, Blue wedged her body between the wall and the chair underneath the table. She held her breath and listened for a man’s heavy footsteps, eager to march right in and leer at her nakedness.

“Ah, I would, but I’m on my way to the boss for some business.” He sounded genuinely apologetic.

Blue released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She wouldn’t be seen. At least, not today.

“Next time then,” Master said. “Thanks for bringing everything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, “maybe you should get your own setup.”

“Nah, I’ve got enough hobbies. I’ll get it all back to you when I can.”

Blue heard them exchanging goodbyes before the door clicked shut.

Master came around the corner holding a large black carrying case with a bag hanging from one arm. Her eyes found Blue’s hiding spot immediately, and she grinned when she saw her crunched up beneath the table. Her smile sent a flutter of relief through Blue, unraveling some of the anxiety balled in her gut.

It was better she hadn’t tried anything. She had to be smart. Patient.

“Who was that, Master?” she asked quietly as she unfolded herself from her hiding place.

“Finish your food, pet,” Master said as she strutted by with her box, heading for the dungeon room.

Uneasiness twisted in her gut. If Master was taking the stuff in there… well. She only kept Blue’s equipment in that room.

Blue shook her head. She’d behaved. Master wouldn’t punish her over nothing. It was probably just a new toy. A reward.

Probably.

There wasn’t much she could do about it anyway. Master would be back in a minute, and Blue would be here, being good so that there was no reason to use the cane or whatever potentially horrible implement that man had just delivered.

She bent to finish her breakfast, the remaining twinge of arousal in her lower belly not helping in her efforts to distract herself from her own wild imagination over the delivery. It was more difficult than usual, since the house was strangely quiet. Up until now, it felt like the TV was always running, or Master was nearby cleaning plates, or humming, or generally just… present.

How long has it been since she’d last eaten alone? It should be peaceful without her captor here to watch over her every move, but she felt cold in the absence of Master’s leg against her ribs, the warm hand tracing the shape of her ass, cupping her, dipping inside her–

She grumbled in frustration, pushing those thoughts aside and focusing on eating without getting her face all sticky. By the time she was done licking the last few drops of syrup from the plate, Master had not returned. Blue peeked around the kitchen island and noticed the dungeon door was still ajar. She couldn’t hear what Master was doing and the oppressive silence had her nerves on edge.

She was being good, but also…

She could look around at least, couldn’t she?

She crawled around the table and into the genkan.

A raincoat hung on the wall behind the door, and the opposite wall held a small electronic screen. It reminded her of the one she had in her own apartment with audio and video for speaking with and viewing guests on the doorstep. Outside shoes lined the edge of the lower step in neat pairs, and a set of soft indoor slippers waited readily on the floor by her hands.

The door had a simple chain lock, and her heart sank as she noticed another industrial looking keypad next to it. Did Master have these installed just for her, or was this some weird security paranoia she already had?

She leaned back on her heels, peering down the hall again. The whole house was eerily silent and it had her senses working in overdrive. Even though she couldn’t hear what Master was up to, she was fairly certain she was still in there.

Maybe if she pressed the button to view the outside, she might be able to recognize something. She pulled herself upright by the handle, groaning softly as her muscles protested her shifting weight. Somehow she felt even more naked and vulnerable standing than she did on her knees.

Her finger hovered over the button for the monitor, silently hoping it wouldn’t make a noise.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she pressed the button. The dull plastic click was followed immediately by the fuzzy static of the monitor coming to life. The camera showed a black and white feed, aimed nearly straight down. She could see a potted plant, a straw mat in the shape of a hedgehog, and what looked like the end of a stone path which probably led out to the driveway.

Disappointment flooded through her. What had she even expected? She already knew from the landscape of the back yard that they weren’t in a cozy little neighborhood. Master had probably only given her this freedom knowing that there was no chance of Blue discovering the code or breaking the lock.

“Blue!” Master shouted.

She immediately sank back down on her haunches, looking quickly over her shoulder. She half-expected Master to be standing there, ready to snatch her up by the collar and cane her for her transgression. But she wasn’t, and Blue scrunched her eyes shut, taking a moment to calm herself.

Master was still in the dungeon. She was safe. Even knowing that, her heart still felt like it was going to explode out of her chest.

“Come in here,” Master called.

Blue’s hands were shaking as she scrambled out of the entryway before Master came looking. She moved quickly down the hall but lingered just around the corner from the open doorway. Was she really going to march in there, not knowing what Master had planned?

“Don’t make me tell you again,” Master warned. Her sharp, commanding tone sliced through Blue’s hesitation and she scurried inside.

Master was standing near the dreaded sawhorse. It looked a little different this time; Master had added arm and leg rests to it. Once Blue was up there, she would still be in a roughly four-legged position. There was also a small rolling table off to one side that she hadn’t noticed in here before, and Blue couldn’t quite see the top of it.

“There you are,” Master said as Blue crawled over to lean against her leg.

It was the only safe place she could think to sit since the rest of the room terrified her. Master combed her fingers lightly through Blue’s hair before gesturing at the horse, as if she was trying to coax a family dog onto the furniture.

“Up you go.”

She knew she wasn’t supposed to argue, but the words bubbled out anyway. “M-Master, did I do something wrong?”

“No, pet. This isn’t a punishment,” Master said with an air of impatience. “But even if it was, I would still expect you to get your ass up there and take it. Up. Now.”

Her hand moved towards the cane on her belt and Blue immediately decided it wasn’t worth the struggle. Whether she was caned or not, Master would put her on the bench. Obeying would always be the less painful route.

“Yes Master,” she said as she reluctantly dragged herself up onto the padded plank, placing her hands and knees into the rests.

“Good girl, Blue,” Master said in a voice like honey, low and sultry sweet. Practically a purr.

The praise settled over her like a warm blanket as Master affixed her cuffs to the bench. Maybe… Maybe Master would just fuck her. A flush of heat went through her straight to her pussy. She didn’t dread the idea.

Each little snick of the restraints clicking into place on her cuffs made her twitch. Master even attached her collar to a short chain, barely a finger's length, so that she could hardly move her head. She forced herself to relax as Master flipped a leather strap over her hips and above her knees, tightening it so that Blue was entirely immobile and flush to the bench.

She tried not to panic. If Master said this wasn’t a punishment, she would have to trust her. She took a deep, steadying breath and smothered the chaos in her mind. She focused on the positives: Master’s soft bed, homemade pancakes, the feel of Master’s hands on her body as she secured the cuffs.

It’s not a punishment.

Now that she was back in this room, strapped helplessly to the bench under the strange twilight of the dim LEDs, she was beginning to feel deep underwater. This position only reinforced Master’s dominion over her. Here, she was a pet, a toy, a plaything. Master could do whatever she wanted. Tease her, finger her, fuck her—

All she could do was listen and endure. The realization was freeing in a way.

Master’s voice filtered through the heavy fog sinking over her. “If you ask nicely, I'll let you come before we begin, pet.”

She wanted that. Blue was entirely her Master’s pet when she wiggled her hips enticingly against the bench. “Please Master. Please can your pet come?”

“Toys love to be played with don't they?” Master said, her hands a firm heat on Blue’s bare ass. She trailed her fingers up the inside of Blue's thighs.

“Yes, Master,” she breathed.

“Say it.”

Blue squirmed against the tight restraints, wishing she had more leeway to move, yet somehow the unrelenting squeeze of the leather straps was doing something for her too. “Your toy loves when you play with her, Master.”

“Open your mouth.”

Since she was bound so closely by the collar she had to turn her head at an angle to get her mouth opened wide.

Master moved to the front of the horse, walking her fingers teasingly along the curves of Blue's body up to her shoulder. She reached for the cane on her belt, but Blue didn't flinch. It’s not a punishment. Master flipped it around with a flick of her wrist and presented the handle.

“Suck,” Master commanded and shoved it roughly against Blue’s lips.

Blue wrapped her mouth eagerly around the braided leather handle. The end was capped with a rounded knot that was somehow smooth and textured at the same time. Her tongue worked the tiny grooves of the braid; it tasted strongly of leather, with a hint of salt and sweat.

Master's fingers were wrapped around the other end of the handle— temptingly close to her face. She took as much of the cane as she could in her mouth and stretched her tongue to see if she could reach her Master's fingertips. She couldn’t, but that didn’t stop her from trying.

She didn't want the cane in her mouth truly, she wanted Master’s magical fingers on her tongue. On her body. In her body. She sucked the handle lewdly, looking up into her Master’s eyes as she did so. Master had a handsome half-smirk of approval as she watched that encouraged Blue. She moaned around the handle, and saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth.

“That should be enough.”

Blue gave it one last swirl with her tongue before Master pulled the cane free, circling around behind her.

“I know you didn't enjoy the last time I used the cane on you, but maybe you’ll like it better like this,” she said, pressing the rounded head of the handle into Blue's pussy.

Blue let out a wanton moan as her body accepted it readily. The gentle squish of the cane sinking inside her was practically expected.

The handle wasn't as thick as the dildos Master had used before but it was firm as a rod and she angled herself as much as she could to accommodate it. Master pumped the handle in and out, the rounded knot a heavy bead of pressure inside her.

“Ohhh, Mmm… Master,” she groaned.

The stiffness of it made her writhe, but it wasn’t painful. If her hips weren’t strapped flat against the bench, she would be working herself on it even faster. As it was, she just had to take whatever Master gave her.

“More, please more,” she pleaded, “please, please, please.”

“Such a greedy thing,” Master murmured, her voice tinged with good humor.

Fingers traced her labia and found her clit, working in sync with the thrust of the cane. The extra sensation had her gasping, legs twitching desperately. A flush of heat bloomed across the back of her neck to her face. She was so warm, she felt absolutely radiant.

“Just a tight little hole moaning for her Master, aren't you pet?”

When Master’s ministrations suddenly stopped at her silence, Blue didn’t need to be told to repeat.

“Y-yes. Just Master’s t-tight hole. Please, more.”

Her breath caught as Master’s fingertip pushed into her alongside the cane, the firm bump of her first knuckle next in line. Master pressed in, and in, until Blue felt the warmth of her hand resting against her entrance. She bit her lip, trying to mute the string of embarrassing moans that threatened to escape her.

“Uh-uh,” Master said in a teasing admonishment as the cane thrust in and out, testing Blue’s tightness, “keep making those pretty noises for me, pet. Let your master know how much you want her to fuck her pet’s tight pussy.”

All she had to do was open her mouth, and the room was filled with her mewls of pleasure. Like a reward, Master picked up the pace. She angled the handle so that each stiff thrust pounded that spot inside Blue, the place behind her navel where she was so sensitive it hurt— but it was good, and she somehow still wanted more.

Master gave it to her.

She worked the handle and Blue’s clit roughly, driving her up and up and up– and if she had use of her limbs she would be arched on the bench or the floor or wherever Master wanted her, ready for release. But she didn’t; so she laid there, thighs trembling against the leather straps digging into her skin, as her master fucked her with the implement of her own punishment until she could barely think.

“Oh god,” she moaned, “Please can your pet come, please.”

“Such a good girl,” Master purred, and Blue jolted in the restraints as she felt teeth nip the soft skin of her ass.

“Come for me, Blue,” Master said, her lips moving sensually against Blue’s flesh. Master bit down possessively as she jabbed the handle deep inside. Master’s other hand rubbed furiously at Blue’s clit, and then suddenly she was gasping, clenching— digging her fingers into the bench as her climax tore through her like an electric shock.

“Ohh..” She collapsed into her restraints, pussy pulsing like a heartbeat.

“Thank you Master,” she mumbled, suddenly too exhausted to lift her head.

And when Master held the glistening end of the cane out to her, she wrapped her lips around it automatically.

“My toy should clean up after herself, shouldn’t she?”

Since the handle was still in her mouth, she just nodded as best she could, working her tongue against the leather. She sucked until she couldn’t taste herself anymore, and Master hooked it back on her belt.

“Such a beautiful mark,” Master said, fingertips tracing the tender flesh of her ass. Blue twisted in her restraints, but she couldn’t quite see it. A vague disappointment fluttered through her.

“Do you like when I mark you, pet?”

“I–Yes, Master.” She was still basking in the warm afterglow of her climax.

“That’s good,” Master said.

She patted Blue’s ass as she got up, fetching the rolling table and the stool. The plastic wheels clattered noisily against the floor and Blue turned her head to watch as Master pulled the table closer. Now she was a little higher off the ground, she could see a weird contraption on top that was plugged into the wall by a thick cable.

“What is that?” Blue murmured sleepily. A new toy? She didn’t think she was ready for more. Her pussy was still twitching.

“Your training has come a long way, pet. I’ve made something special for you.”

There was a squirt of something light and foamy on her leg. It smelled clean. Soap? She strained her neck to see, pulling at the collar. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a little bit of white foam on Master’s fingers as she smeared it down Blue’s leg.

She watched with a detached curiosity as Master shaved the outside of her thigh with a disposable razor and wiped her down with a wet paper towel, then a dry one. Her leg felt extra sensitive from the fresh shave.

Master pulled the rolling cart closer, selecting a sheet of paper from under the strange equipment. Blue couldn’t tell what was on it, but it looked like it had some sort of pattern. The paper fluttered gently as she held it out, carefully placing it on Blue's thigh where it clung like wet tissue.

A note of alarm stabbed through her as Master peeled off the paper and the pattern remained on her leg.

“Master? What is that?”

“I like to personalize my belongings,” Master said as she pulled on a pair of black medical gloves, “and I want everyone to know you're mine.”

Master picked up the device, clicking it on with a bright buzz and dipping it into a tiny cup of black liquid. The seat creaked as she leaned forward, holding the device like a gun— like she was about to draw on Blue’s leg.

“No!” Blue pulled frantically against her bonds, filling the room with the clatter of her restraints. “Please, Master, please don't!” she begged, but Master’s hand was clamped firmly on her thigh, holding her in place. “I promise I’ll do whatever you want! Anything else!”

She wished she could turn her head and look Master in the eyes, show her how honestly she meant it, if Master would just stop for a second so they could talk about this—

Instead, Master swatted her on the ass, hard enough that Blue felt it over the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“You'll do what I say regardless. Besides, this is what I want. Now hold still and be quiet.”

She couldn’t. Her family had raised her with the firm belief that only criminals and delinquents got tattooed. If Master did this, she would be a pariah. Even if she escaped, there would be no easy way to rid herself of a tattoo. No more public onsen, no more potential office jobs once word spread.

Just when she thought Master had taken everything, she somehow always found a way to take even more. She screamed out of pure, helpless frustration, thrashing in her bonds as much as she could.

“No! No! You can’t!”

Master snatched the gun back and pinched Blue viciously on the ass, making her squeal. “This is your last warning. Shut up and behave.”

Blue felt defiance on the tip of her tongue. She had behaved. Everything this morning had been so perfect, she had almost forgotten what kind of person Master really was. The kind of person to turn innocent people into compliant little playthings. She didn’t care about what Blue wanted.

She groaned gutterally, a miserable wail that dragged itself up from her very soul. She had been so good, and this was her reward.

She was furious that she had believed this woman even for a second. Even more than that, she felt.. betrayed. Which was irrational because Master was a murderer and her kidnapper.

When had she forgotten that?

She jerked against her restraints as Master touched the needle to the skin of her thigh.

It stung. The pain radiated out like a bee sting, like a hundred bees stinging her in sequence or like a dull knife being dragged across a sunburn.

“Please, Master. Please.” Her voice cracked as her tears threatened to choke her. She knew it was far too late already, but she still couldn’t stop herself from writhing away from the needle.

“I said behave,” Master hissed as she sat back, snatching the cane off her hip and bringing it down.

Blue cried out as Master targeted the meat of her ass with cruel precision. She felt Master's anger in each whistling strike, delivered in such rapid succession that she screamed once and it seemed to last forever.

It was at least seven strikes before Master paused long enough for her to catch her breath.

“I didn’t want this to be a punishment, but if you insist on making it one, I’ll humor you. And if I have to keep you tied to the bench all night until it's done, then I will. I won't allow sub par work on you to reflect poorly on me.”

At the edge of Blue’s tear-blurred peripheral, she could make out the shape of the cane poised for another punishing strike, in case she dared to continue her disobedience.

But her ass throbbed with the promise of visible lines, and she realized there was nothing she could say to convince Master, so she forced her mouth closed and turned her head away.

Master lowered the cane and brought the tattoo gun back to her unwilling canvas.

Blue held mostly still after that. It was difficult, since she now had both the pulsing heat of the welts and the burning drag of the needle along her flesh. And despite her best efforts, she couldn't help the way her body trembled as she mourned quietly.

She hadn’t even been able to look at the design. What if she didn’t like it?

For all she knew, Master could be drawing a cock on her, writing out her name on Blue’s flesh, or slut, whore, property—

She craned her neck, hoping and dreading in equal parts to catch sight of what Master was doing. When she pulled too far, her collar pinched her airway and she could turn no further. Forced to give up or be choked, she laid her head on the padding despondently.

Wasn’t the collar padlocked around her neck already enough? Anything but this.

Slowly, steadily, with only the buzz of the tattoo gun between them, Master completed her work, inch by burning inch. And when the needle dragged even lower on her thigh, a new wave of despair washed over her. How big was it?

Her only respite, if you could call it that, was when Master paused to wipe her with a dry paper towel. On her sensitive, freshly tattooed skin, it scratched as roughly as a cat’s tongue.

She longed to wipe her own face, but even that basic decency was denied her. She probably looked disgusting, covered in tears and snot, but it was all Master’s fault.

Everything was Master’s fault.

For taking her. For beating her. For fucking her and making her want it. She was supposed to be pretending, and somewhere along the way she’d lost track of where the line was.

She’d let this woman get to her, change her. She had wanted to please her.

She was weak. Pathetic.

She didn’t know how long she spiraled in her own depressing thoughts, sniffling messily against the bench. Her grief carved an empty hole in her ribcage, and something else…something white-hot trickled in the void. In spite of the cane marks still throbbing on her ass, she forced herself to speak.

“W-what is it?” she whispered. “What are you drawing?”

“You can see it once it’s done,” Master said, not even looking at her.

The dismissive response ignited another spark of indignation. She deserved to know what was going on her own body.

“Have you even done this before?” Blue needled, her tone filled with barely restrained animosity. She found that she didn’t even care to be cautious. Master could beat her all night and Blue would still be pissed at her.

“Of course I have,” Master scoffed, "I wouldn't mess up my own property.”

Property.

If she ran, would this mark distinguish her so that someone would return her like a lost dog? Like cattle?

“Almost done,” Master said, rolling the tension from her shoulders and tilting her head side-to-side as she inspected her work.

Blue dug her nails into the bench at the sandpaper scrape of Master cleaning her leg with the paper towel again. After a few more agonizing touch ups, she laid the tattoo gun to rest on the rolling table and picked up a small round mirror, angling it towards Blue.

The first thing she noticed was the tiger. In traditional Japanese style, its mouth was open in a fearsome cry. The body and tail were wrapped protectively around a rounded octagon with a floral symbol in the center. It reminded her of the family crests you would see on banners and kimono.

Her stomach churned. Was that her Master’s crest? A plum blossom? From tooth to tail, the tattoo took up about two-thirds of her thigh and the entire area ached like a bruise. Master swiped a cool, wet towel over it, clearing the beaded droplets of blood gathering on the design.

It felt absolutely heavenly on her heated skin, but she was in too much shock to appreciate the fleeting respite under her anger and grief.

“Looks good doesn’t it, pet?”

Blue stared numbly at the mirror. Was that really her body?

Anyone who saw it would think she was with the yakuza. And if the yakuza saw it, they’d know she belonged to Master.

For the rest of her life.

“I expect it’ll grow on you,” Master said. Carefully, she placed a thin clear film over the tattoo that stuck firmly to Blue’s skin, some kind of waterproof bandage.

“We’ll leave this on for a few days to protect it so it will heal. It might look a little gross, but don’t pick at it. I’ll know.”

Master unlatched Blue from the sawhorse one cuff at a time until she slid to the floor like a newborn fawn, legs folded to one side beneath her.

Blue looked down at her leg. At the black ink speckled with blood, crawling up her thigh. At Master’s mark on her property.

She’d let down her guard, enjoyed herself, let this woman get under her skin. She even volunteered to please her, and crawled up on the bench on her own like an obedient toy. Like an idiot.

Master unplugged the gun, tossing the small capful of ink and a wad of paper towels in a bag. A smooth, gloved finger trailed up Blue’s neck to lift her chin. She stared blankly at the floor, refusing to meet her master’s eyes.

“What do you say, pet?”

Master took her freedom, her name, her choice, and she was supposed to be thankful?

Well, she was tired of being good if this is what it got her. Permanently marked as property. She’d accepted Master’s degrading names, toy, plaything, because she’d had to. She’d told herself they were only words in this sick game they were playing, and once she was free, she could pretend it all never happened. But the terrible realism of her situation washed through her veins like ice, numbing her. There would be no going back from this.

Master crouched down and twisted her fingers in Blue’s hair, dragging her head back until she was forced to meet Master’s narrowed stare.

“Say it.”

No. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Master yanked Blue by the hair again, baring her throat. The collar felt like a noose, tightening around the strained muscles of her neck.

Another reminder she was owned.

“I hate you,” she whispered venomously. She wanted Master to hurt, to feel as betrayed as she felt.

“That doesn't sound very appreciative.” Master’s tone was admonishing, but she still had a smug smile on her face. She was still enjoying this. “I thought my toy liked being marked.”

Blue ignored the warning bells going off in her mind. Master’s taunt only fueled her unraveling fury as something livid boiled up from beneath her placid facade.

All this time she'd been tamping down her outrage and acting like Master's small mercies were worth the humiliations of her affection. That somehow everything would work out if Master was kind to her. That enjoying this wasn’t entirely wrong.

No.

She was done pretending any of this was okay.

“Fuck you!” she screamed, grabbing at Master’s hand in her hair. “I’ve been trying to be good and— and— and you tagged me like an animal!”

Suddenly her world was spinning as Master shook her by the hair, as if she could just rattle some sense into her.

“You are an animal! We’ve been over this already, pet.”

“Then what does that make you?!” she yelled back, barely even aware of the words coming from her mouth. “Fucking your pet like a sad degenerate! I wouldn't even be here still if you hadn't locked me in a basement and chained me to the furniture!”

Her throat tightened with frustrated tears, but she still managed to squeeze out one last bitter stab. “I guess you couldn't find a real girlfriend, so you have to kidnap and torture people into liking you.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Blue clapped a hand over her mouth, staring up in horror. She hadn't meant to— The words had just spilled from her. Her fury was immediately doused by the ice cold terror that filled her when she looked into her Master’s eyes.

On the surface, Master looked deadly calm. The only thing that betrayed her rage were the fingernails digging sharply into Blue’s scalp.

“You think that just because I let you talk, that you can say whatever you want to me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I— Agh!”

Master yanked her head to the side, cutting her off.

“Nothing else to say? Good. Bad pets shouldn’t speak. You’ve been ungrateful, rude, and disrespectful.”

Blue cowered under the oppressive weight of her master’s wrath. She was too terrified to plead for forgiveness. The look in Master’s eyes was pure malice, and Blue could hardly bear the derision in her gaze. It was as if she was a worthless stain on Master’s shoe instead of the precious pet she'd been only hours ago.

“Bad pets deserve to be punished. And after I’m through with you, maybe, maybe I’ll allow you to kiss my feet and beg for my forgiveness.”

This was it. There would be no more pretending. She’d opened her big stupid mouth and now Master was going to shatter her into a thousand pieces.

Master walked towards the bed, effortlessly dragging Blue by the hair behind her. She grabbed the muzzle from the nightstand with her other hand, crushing it against Blue’s closed mouth.

No. She couldn’t handle another punishment, not like before. Certainly not like whatever was coming next, which she knew was going to be much, much worse.

In a final act of desperation, she grabbed Master’s hand, fighting the gag. She rolled backwards to avoid it, and by accident or by reflex, the motion pulled Master forwards just as Blue’s knee came up, striking the soft spot in the center of her chest. Master grunted a pained, winded noise and her grip faltered.

Instantly, Blue pulled free, scuttling backwards to the wall.

She pulled herself up by the shelf, snatching up the first thing her hand landed on. A large wooden paddle with holes bored into it. She held it out in front of her with both hands as if she was holding a kendo sword. Master was still on the ground—half-curled, gasping— with one hand on her chest where Blue had struck her.

Blue had struck her.

oh god. oh godohgod—

She fled.

She clung tightly to the paddle, banging against the wall in the hallway as she took the corner on unsteady legs. The adrenaline was helping, but the frustrating weakness of her unused muscles was painfully obvious.

On a sudden urge, she swerved into the Master bedroom and slammed the door behind her, trembling fingers searching for a lock. Of course there wasn’t one. There was nothing nearby she could push in front of the door either, so she spun around to face the master bedroom, scanning for an alternative. She knew the bathroom was a dead end, but… her eyes were drawn to the blackout curtain near the bed. Master had never opened it, but surely there was a window there.

She ran to the curtain and swiped it open. A window. It was small, but she would fit. She yanked upwards on the frame and in a stroke of luck, it slid open easily.

It was foggy outside, and the land was sloped away from the window and covered in a layer of slick brown leaves. If she wasn’t careful, she’d fall and roll her ankle and then keep rolling down the hill. A broken ankle wouldn’t be fatal, but it would kill her chances of escape just as neatly as Master would. Still, she didn’t have time to think.

She barely hesitated as she put her bare feet out the window. She was too hyped up on adrenaline to feel the sharp sting of the autumn wind washing over her skin.

Once her legs were out, she twisted her body, balancing her weight on her stomach. Her toes were already numb, slipping against the damp wooden siding, which was not quite dry from the morning’s dew. She scrambled to find some grip on the wall below her so she could ease herself down, or at least not break her neck.

The door slammed open as Master stormed into the room, heading straight for her.

She screamed before Master could even touch her, the sight of Master stalking towards her was blood-curdling enough. She tried to push herself out the window in a last ditch effort, but Master crossed the room in a split second, grabbing her by the hair with one hand, the other quickly finding purchase underneath her collar. Her scream was choked off by a powerful yank as Master dragged her back through the window and threw her bodily onto the hardwood floor.

Master stood above her, chest rising and falling heavily. Her face was lit up in a chilling grin of excitement. “Oh, I missed this.”

Blue coughed, fingers searching for the hard lump of the paddle beneath her ribs. She held it out in front of her with shaking hands as she stood, trying to put some distance between them. Master walked the circle of her reach so that she was forced to put her back to the en suite. Left to the window or right to the bedroom door, she would have to race her master to make it to either exit.

Master pointed down at her feet. “Kneel. Before you make this any worse for yourself.”

She nearly did.

Legs trembling, she somehow managed to find the will to stay upright, to keep her paddle up between them though her hands were white-knuckled and her heart was pounding. She blinked furiously, trying to keep her vision clear. God, she had fucked everything up.

She could practically feel her chances evaporating with each passing second that Master’s calculating eyes were on her. She wanted to run— she wanted to prostrate herself and beg for forgiveness.

“Please! I-I didn’t mean to— J-just let me go.”

Master widened her stance, the corded muscles of her arms tense and poised to pounce. Once Master got a hold of her, she was done for.

“You’re not escaping your punishment, toy. But if you’re so eager to be outside, maybe afterwards I’ll teach you to be an outdoor dog instead.”

Blue swung the paddle through the air like a racket, trying to keep Master from approaching.

“D-don’t mock me! This is— it isn’t right! I’m— I’m not like you!”

“Not a ‘sad degenerate,’ you mean.”

The insult sounded even worse coming from Master. Blue winced.

“Despite the lies you’re telling yourself, I didn’t have to torture you into liking this. From the very first time I fucked you as your master, you were begging me for more.”

“That’s not—”

Master took another step forward and the paddle was nearly between her breasts.

“I know you better than you know yourself. I know how wet it makes you to please me, how much you love being used. If I bent you over that bed right now and shoved my fingers in your pussy I know what I’d find.”

Traitorously, her imagination supplied every detail: Master’s powerful grip on the back of her neck pinning her into the sheets, squirming helplessly as dexterous fingers traced her labia and clit, sinking inside—

She shook her head to clear her mind, but it didn’t do anything for the way her pussy ached with desire. Just because she— Just because she liked it, that didn’t justify what Master had done to her.

“No, I— you did this to me!”

Master gave a half-hearted shrug.

“It doesn't really matter anymore, does it? You’re going to obey, whether you enjoy it or not. Whether you want to or not. You’ll learn your place even if I have to discipline you a hundred times before I get through to you.”

She was too close now, and Blue flinched as Master spread her arms wide. Master’s eyes flickered towards the paddle.

“Well?”

Blue hesitated— certain this was a trap, uncertain how to strike when Master’s arms were like that— and that was all the time Master needed to bring her fist inwards, smashing into the back of Blue’s wrist. She cried out as the paddle slipped from her weakened fingers, clutching at her arm.

In the next moment, Master lunged forward and drove her fist into Blue's stomach, forcing the air from her lungs in a single excruciating grunt. Blue crumpled instantly to the floor, completely breathless as Master’s knee came down on her back.

Master straddled her, clipping her wrist cuffs together above her head and weaving the leash on her collar through it. She pulled the chain until Blue’s hands were pinned at the back of her neck, elbows by her ears. Every movement was agony and she still couldn’t catch her breath.

“No…” she mouthed airlessly.

Master picked up the paddle.

“No, no, no!” she wheezed, “please…!”

Master brought it down on her ass with a strength that dwarfed any hit that Blue had felt so far. The paddle seemed to cover her whole ass at once, and she jolted forward with each weighty strike as Master laid into her. She twisted wildly on the floor, until Master put a hand on her shoulder and a knee on the back of her legs to pin her down.

Master swung the paddle again, and again, the loud crack of wood on her ass followed shortly by Blue's airless screams. The strikes reverberated up her back and down the sore flesh of her tattoo, the welts from the cane throbbing as sharply as if Master was beating razor blades into the back of her legs.

She had failed at waiting, failed at escaping. She was stupid, useless. She had only made things worse. She deserved this for wasting her only chance.

She sobbed silently, her stomach muscles seizing with each attempted noise. Her ass was a scalding, battered heat, and tears rolled down her face onto the hardwood. She felt herself hyperventilating, her body was in so much turmoil, physically and mentally.

“I–I can’t— Please…” She whimpered. No more.

Master stood, dropping the paddle in favor of the cane still hanging at her hip. She yanked Blue’s head up, stuffing the handle deep in her mouth. Her eyes instantly watered as the braided knot struck the back of her throat.

“You know, you said some pretty hurtful things earlier.” Master pulled out, and thrust it down again. Blue gagged pitifully.

“I spoil you; let you sleep in the bed, make you pancakes. I even allow you to come as often as you ask. I’ve been so incredibly indulgent, but you had to go and ruin everything like a petulant child.”

She forced the cane down to the hilt, and Blue choked around it, heaving dryly. Each convulsion of her abdomen felt like her ribs were stabbing into her. Master loomed over her, holding Blue’s cheek firmly against her crotch, as she plunged the handle down Blue’s throat.

Master wasn’t even wrong, she had ruined everything. She should have waited, been more patient, but she’d wasted her new freedom, wasted her energy trying to escape when she didn’t even have a plan.

“All this because you didn’t want to accept your Master's mark. But that's not up to you is it?”

Blue couldn’t even garble a response as Master worked the handle in and out of her mouth. Acid rose in her throat.

“Let me make this clear once again: this body—” She jerked Blue’s head to the side violently. “Belongs to me. I own you.”

“And I won't tolerate disrespect, not after I spent all this effort teaching you how to be good. After claiming you as mine. There is no other life for you. There is no escaping your purpose. Do you understand?”

Master moved the cane up and down in Blue’s mouth, and her head followed like a fish on a hook. She pulled the handle out roughly and Blue gasped for air, coughing and trying to get herself back under control. Her ass was on fire. Her wrist felt swollen in the cuff. Her chest ached with every breath.

“You were being so good for me, too.” Master’s voice was filled with an obvious disappointment that made Blue’s heart wrench. “But it looks like there's still more work to be done.”

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It took hardly any effort for Master to bind her after that. She was beaten, breathless, broken as Master dragged her limp body to the dungeon room and stuffed the ring gag in her mouth. She folded Blue’s legs behind her, clipping her ankles together with a carabiner, and attaching that to the short chain holding her wrists at the back of her neck. If she kicked it would choke her, and the strenuous position made her feel the stretch all throughout her core.

She was in so much pain, but she struggled to keep her head up, keep her eyes on Master. She couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that this was it; she’d gone too far.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. What should I do with such a disrespectful toy? One that says such cruel things to the only person who cares for her.”

Master tipped Blue’s face up with her foot. Her expression was shrewd, apathetic, so different from this morning. This wasn’t the woman who held her and stroked her hair after making sure her pet orgasmed; no, this was the yakuza who’d killed a man without a second thought— who’d kill a hundred men for uttering what Blue had.

“Maybe I should reconsider if I want a human pet. Maybe you’d be better suited to just being a dog, full-time. Or an object.”

Blue’s eyes widened. Make her even less than what she was now? No, she couldn’t. She—

She could.

Her fate was entirely in Master’s hands. If she wanted to make Blue bark like a dog or keep her in the closet for the rest of her life, she could. God, she could.

Master rolled Blue over onto her side so that she was balanced on her hip and shoulder and sat down next to her, using an elbow to keep her from falling back onto her stomach. As Master leaned onto her aching ribs, Blue realized she was holding something. Light glinted off the blade in Master’s hand, and Blue whimpered in pure animalistic fear.

Never had she regretted losing her temper more than she did right then. What was she thinking, talking back like that? She knew Master could do whatever she wanted. Blue wore her collar, slept and ate at her feet, obeyed her commands. She suddenly realized how delusional it sounded to say she wasn’t owned. To say she wasn’t Master’s property.

She'd just been so angry about the tattoo, so scared of what it meant for her future and what other people might think if they saw it. But nobody else mattered, did they? Master was all she had now. And she was pissed.

“A dog wouldn't call its Master a ‘sad degenerate,’ would it?” Master said, as if she was talking to a child.

Blue shook her head urgently, more out of a plea for Master not to use the knife than an actual answer. Fingers dug into her cheeks as Master grabbed her roughly by the chin to hold her still. She tipped the blade forward into the ring gag, until the sharp tip rested on Blue's tongue.

Frozen by the pin prick of the knife in her mouth, she stared up, eyes wild with panic, as Master deliberated, lightly twisting the blade from side to side.

“And toys, well. They don't need to talk at all, do they?”

Would she really—?

One look into Master’s piercing, emotionless eyes was all it took to convince her. Blue imagined herself locked in the cage, unable to speak, unable to beg for forgiveness.

She was surprised she had any tears left, but she felt them roll across the bridge of her nose, mingling with the trail of drool on her cheek.

“We could try one of those dildo gags where the cock is on the inside and outside, and I could fuck you like that. Or I could just tape a vibrator to your mouth if I wanted something to rub myself on. I mean, there’s plenty of ways to repurpose a stubborn toy that's lost its privilege to speak.”

She pressed down on the knife, digging the tip into Blue’s tongue and filling her mouth with the coppery tang of blood. Blue tried to relieve the pressure by shrinking back, but Master's grip was firm. There was nowhere to go. She was barely breathing, afraid to even swallow.

After a moment of agonizing stillness, the knife relented. Barely.

“Hmm… but then I wouldn’t get to hear your pretty begging.” Master took a breathy sigh, pitching her voice upwards. “Oh, please Master, oh please fuck your pet. I’ll do anything, please.”

Embarrassment and self-loathing set her face aflame as Master repeated her own pathetic pleas back to her. Words she had cried out in passion. All Master ever had to do was fuck her and she would roll over in submission and beg for more. She really was an animal.

Even still, a part of her wished Master would just fuck her now, as hard and as long and in whatever way she wanted, so she wouldn't have to deal with this cruel yakuza in Master's skin.

The knife slid free of her gag. When she finally swallowed, she felt a stinging slice on her tongue as fine as a papercut.

“I could have branded you, carved my name into your ass with my knife, and you're upset about a little ink?” Master touched the knife to the middle of Blue’s asscheek. The steel felt ice cold against her scalding, paddled skin. “But if you're not ready for your Master's mark...” She traced the tip of the knife across Blue's hip, to the bandage covering her fresh tattoo. “I can always take it back.”

Did she mean—?

Blue jolted her in bindings as the realization struck her, accidentally choking herself. She shook her head quickly, pleading with her eyes.

“Oohh, eesh.” She tried to articulate as best she could, her tongue aching as she tried to form the words through the gag. “Eesh. Ahh ouhh eee.”

Master ignored her, running the knife around the edge of her bandage. “What to do, what to do…”

Master turned her head and considered the crate that they’d used to bring Blue into the house. “I could store you in the toy box until I need something to play with.”

At the mere mention of the crate, Blue shuddered. The claustrophobia that had overcome her during the ride here was still fresh in her mind. If Master was planning to keep her in there any longer than that, she wouldn’t come out whole.

Maybe that was the point. How much of her did Master actually need to keep to be satisfied with her plaything?

Blue flinched as Master moved above her, but she only folded the knife with a flourish and shoved it back in her pocket.

“Well, I suppose that’s enough talking. You don’t want to listen to me, clearly, so I’ll let your punishment teach you. And after that, we’ll see how I feel about your behavior.”

Master got up, letting Blue fall down onto her tender breasts and stomach. She went out into the hallway and Blue heard a bedroom door open and shut.

She strained to listen for Master’s footsteps over the soft patter of her drool hitting the hardwood beneath her. There was a rumbling in the hall as Master returned, dragging a wooden frame that was balanced on a small square platform with industrial wheels.

The bottom was a sturdy, solid wooden cross of support with a thick post of wood on top, leading up to a set of horizontal boards with three holes bored out of them. One large hole in the center and a smaller hole on each side. A pillory.

Master rolled it over to the bed and kicked the wheeled platform from underneath the pillory. It settled on the floor with a weighty thud that Blue felt through the floor. She unfastened Blue's arms from her legs, her grip as firm as manacles as she yanked her pet up by the elbow as easily as she would a child.

A fresh wave of pain shot down Blue’s shoulders to her fingertips as Master released her hands from the back of her neck, and tugged them through the half circles, clipping her cuffs to the other side of the pillory so her wrists remained in the curves of wood. There was enough padding so that the edges wouldn't cut her, but not enough that it was comfortable. When she twisted her wrists, she could still feel the unforgiving wood underneath, as cold and hard as Master’s stare.

The last awaiting hole in the pillory was clearly for her neck.

Her body went rigid, arching away from it. She didn’t even mean to; but on some instinctive level she did not want her head to be trapped. Master gripped her by the collar and brought her knee up into Blue’s stomach with enough force to make her double over. She coughed wetly, drool splattering on the floor from her open gag as Master jerked her forwards into the remaining hollow.

The top half of the pillory snapped closed on her neck and wrists with a startling crack. There was just enough space for her to breathe–once she caught her breath. She was positioned close enough to the bed that she could feel the soft brush of the comforter on her calves. Experimentally, Master pinched Blue’s nipple until she writhed, but her thrashing did not move the heavy wooden base even an inch.

Satisfied she wasn’t going anywhere, Master bent down beside her and pulled a long black box from under the bed. Initially, Blue thought it was more restraints, but as Master assembled the pieces in front of her, she saw it had a metal base shaped like an H. She couldn’t help but think it looked like a strange car jack or some sort of stand. She didn’t know what it was but she had a horrible feeling she would find out soon enough.

Once Master finished with… whatever that was, she set it on the bed behind Blue and grabbed one of the wider spreader bars. She snatched Blue’s leg, yanking her by the ankle into a wide stance so that she could fasten it between her legs. It wasn’t exactly a split, but she was forced to stand almost double shoulder width apart, and she shifted her bare feet on the floor anxiously.

Master returned to the wall, tracing her fingers menacingly over various implements: a whip, a thin switch of wood, a leather strap; until she finally chose a sizable realistic dildo with thick, bulging veins and large balls.

It looked big, too big, like something only porn stars would use. Master brandished it in front of Blue’s face, slapping her lightly on the cheek with the firm silicone.

Blue whined pitifully at the size of it. That was never going to fit.

Master moved behind her and she heard the sound of a bottle clicking open. Lubricant? She jumped when a squirt of cold gel hit her genitals. Master’s fingers chased it down her labia and shoved it roughly inside her.

Then she felt what could only be the ginormous dildo at her entrance. It was like a baseball bat was being shoved against her hole. She tried to twist her hips in avoidance but the spreader bar was locked to the bed somehow, and her head was in the pillory, so she didn't have any leeway to escape.

“Open up, toy,” Master said and Blue felt her hand bracing the slippery tip to force it inside.

She had no choice but to accept it. She exhaled noisily as Master rammed it against her hole, trying her hardest to forcibly relax her muscles. But with each sharp twinge of the painful stretch, she tensed automatically, only making it worse. She screwed her eyes shut and squeezed her hands into helpless fists; Master was going to split her open.

Briefly, Master paused her assault— maybe it was just too big— and there was the sound of slick fingers as Master readjusted her grip. Blue threw her head back against the pillory as the relentless, inexorable pressure resumed, even stronger than before. An agonizing stretch, another push, and then it was in.

Blue took shallow breaths as she struggled around the girth of the monstrous implement, squeezing, clenching as if her inner muscles could crush it down to a more manageable size. But no, the cock was unyielding as her Master's will and Blue was made to fit around it like she was nothing more than a tight little sleeve.

Without giving her any time to adjust, Master forced the cock in deeper and Blue keened, hands twisting, rattling the stocks, as it slowly sank inside her. By the time Master stopped, Blue was sweating, chest heaving like a woman in labor. She was so full.

It couldn’t have been all the way inside, she would have felt the base. Even so, only part of that weapon of a cock had her stuffed beyond capacity, beyond anything pleasurable. Her inner muscles twitched around the dildo, both trying to relax and trying to tense and push it out.

Master went back to the wall of punishment but the dildo stayed put. It must be mounted to the stand that Master had constructed on the bed. Her heart pounded as she suddenly realized Master wasn’t done with her yet. Wasn’t this enough?

When Master turned around again, Blue could see she had a large metal fish hook in her hands. She rubbed her fingers, still shining with lubricant, lovingly over the rounded ball at the tip of the J.

“Can you guess where this is going?”

Blue could only groan woefully in response.

Master trailed her hand down Blue’s side, over the curve of her cheek and to her crack. The rounded metal ball was slick and cold as it pressed against her asshole. She couldn’t even wiggle, pinned as she was around the pornstar cock inside her. Tensing her ass to keep it out just made her body squeeze down on the dildo at the same time. She didn't have fine enough muscle control to keep it separate.

Master held the ball firmly against her hole as it twitched in confusion. The second her body relaxed—just barely— Master forced the ball in to the widest point, and the fullness of her pussy made everything seem extra sensitive, extra tight. With another push, it was inside, and Blue let her breath out in a mournful wail as Master adjusted it so the long side of the J curved up her lower back.

She was beyond full.

Master was fiddling with the pillory again, and Blue felt something brush against her hair.

Suddenly the ball in her ass pulled tight, and she angled her hips upwards to alleviate the pressure as much as she could. Master tied the hook to the pillory, the tension forcing Blue to keep her back straight. Bending her knees or twisting her hips to either side pulled on the hook in her ass, driving it deeper.

Master wiped Blue’s face roughly with the bottom of her shirt before she pulled out a roll of tape, winding it around Blue’s head and over her open mouth. Her cry of surprise was caught by the tight wrapping on her face and she was forced to swallow it back down.

She was in a full panic now, but she could only twist her hands and wiggle her toes. Even her screams were held hostage, muffled to nothing more than a miserable hum. Anytime she moved, the tape pinched and pulled at her hair.

Master pulled a piece of fabric from her pocket, and held it out. A blindfold. She slipped it easily over Blue's eyes and adjusted the straps. It was thick, heavy material, and the raised padding inside the mask prevented even the smallest hint of light.

When Master’s hands left her body, she had only the sounds of the room and feeling of her bondage to focus on. The solid wooden grip of the pillory on her sore wrist, the hook driving up in her bruised, paddled ass, the sharp pain of the dildo that her inner muscles struggled futilely to expel.

She heard Master moving around the room, and then there was a mechanical click. Blue shuddered as the monstrous dildo began to move inside her. It pulled out a little, and sunk back in. Deeper, deeper than before, sending a stab of discomfort through her belly with a mortifying squish. In and out, in and out.

Empty and full. Empty and full.

“Since my toy hates her Master so much, I’ll just leave her to play on her own for a while.”

No, no, no. She was sorry, she was so very sorry.

She couldn’t even protest as Master left her to the wet, sloppy churning of the machine fucking her.

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Full, empty, full, empty, full, empty.

It was endless.

Sweat rolled down her back as the pace shifted again, faster. The dildo, slick yet still uncomfortably large, stole her breath with each punishing thrust and filled the room with a rhythmic, filthy squelching. Apologies, promises to be good, welled in her throat and dissolved on her tongue as nothing more than incoherent grunts.

A spasm of weakness shot through her legs, threatening to buckle her knees. Blue shifted her weight as much as she was permitted by the spreader bar, but there was little relief. This was the longest she’d been allowed on two feet since she'd been taken, and her legs trembled violently from disuse. She would have slumped to the floor long ago if not for the hook in her ass and cock in her pussy keeping her upright.

Without any distractions to focus on, every second felt like an eternity. She didn’t know how much longer she could bear it.

Full, empty, full, empty.

She balled her hands into fists as the machine drove particularly deep inside her. The endless, clinical thrusts ignited a traitorous heat in her belly. She was flush from her neck to her toes with a twisting, burning need for release, but the machine’s passionless movements only kept her balanced on the edge, barely missing the right angle, the correct pace that she needed to finish. It was mercilessly efficient and she was helpless against it. Trapped, blinded, and spread, Blue was nothing more than a hole to be fucked and fucked and fucked and—

She sucked air in through her nose and focused on her breathing.

In, out. In, out. In, out—

Full, empty, full, empty, full, empty.

She just had to wait for Master to forgive her. Master had marked her because she wanted her. She must know that Blue had only said those things in anger. That she had only run out of sheer terror. Master knew she had to try, didn’t she?

Master would forgive her.

… right?

Please let me out. I'm sorry.

Full, empty, full, empty.

Wetness dripped down her thighs. In the pitch blackness under the eye mask, she had trouble focusing on anything other than the sounds of the machine and the large toy between her legs. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else, tried to fill her mind with other images to settle the unrelenting throb of her arousal.

A hug from her parents that felt like a lifetime ago—

The taste of a delicious meal she could hardly remember—

Sitting at her Master's feet, letting her head rest on her lap—

Master's satisfied smirk as she rolled her hips into Blue—

A sound.

Had she imagined it?

She strained to hear a noise over her own frantic sniffling and the slick sounds of her defilement. Was Master watching?

After a few tense seconds, a hand touched her face. She immediately leaned into it, pressing her cheek into Master’s warm palm like a cat. She was sorry.

Full, empty, full, empty.

Fingertips dug under the edge of the tape and she stilled when she felt cold metal slide into place against her feverish skin. Master snipped the tape in one swift cut and instantly the room was filled with the steady beat of Blue’s open-mouthed gasps as she's made full and empty again and again.

Before she could bask in the wondrous feeling of being able to really breathe, Master yanked her head up and put a bottle to her mouth. She did her best to swallow what she could, but the ring gag made it difficult to retain any of the water and most of it dribbled over her chin and to the floor. She only managed a few shallow gulps before the bottle was pulled away. When Master’s grip slipped from her hair, she breathed a soft, barely audible whine.

Don’t go.

Full, empty, full, empty.

She turned her head gingerly, listening for the faint rustle of Master’s clothing, but she couldn’t hear anything over the mechanical whirr of the machine inside her. Master’s hands returned, filtering through Blue’s sweaty hair for the straps of the gag.

She moaned in appreciation as Master peeled it from her face. Even after it was removed, Blue could still feel the indents of the leather on her cheeks. The hinge of her jaw clicked as she slowly closed her aching mouth and licked her cracked lips. The meager sip of water had hardly done anything for her throat, but she managed to force out a hoarse whisper.

“...Master?”

She heard the slap before she felt it; a sharp crack, followed by a sudden burst of pain from her temple to her jaw. The dizzying strike was hard enough to turn her head and cut the inside of her cheek on her teeth. She ran her tongue instinctively over the fresh wound and the metallic tang of blood sliced through the fog in her mind.

Bad pets shouldn’t speak.

The sting of her cheek was nothing compared to the burning rush of shame that bloomed hot and prickly in her chest. Master had only just come back and already Blue was ruining everything again.

She didn't want to be bad. She’d just… forgotten. She winced in fearful anticipation, expecting Master’s anger to return— for her to shove the gag back in and leave Blue to the machine for another hour.

But Master’s dexterous hands shifted to kneading Blue’s breasts, rolling her hardened nipples between her fingers. There was a firm pinch as Master attached a pair of clamps, the tight rubbery grip sending a sudden spark of arousal from her breasts to her navel. Blue could feel the pendulous tug of the connected chain as the machine continued its work behind her.

Full, empty, full, empty.

Blue longed to apologize but clearly Master didn’t want to hear it. She forced herself to stay quiet, even as her mind whirled with ways to make Master happy. She would eat Master out every morning if that’s what she wanted.

Please… tell me what to do.

Hands trailed across her skin teasingly, up her sides, around the curve of her ass. Blue shifted her weight, automatically straining for more contact that wasn’t the machine driving into her. But Master’s hands were fleeting, and she barely had time to process the feather light touches before they ghosted away and appeared somewhere else.

All the fucking she had received from the machine so far hadn’t turned her on as much as Master’s attention. Her body thrummed with need as Master pulled her cheeks apart, admiring her stuffed holes.

She tilted her hips upwards, feeling the hook shift inside her. She hoped Master was still watching. If she thought Blue was getting what she deserved, would she forgive her?

There was a small, decisive click, and suddenly the machine was gloriously still and silent, leaving only the harsh pattern of Blue’s ragged breathing. The world swayed around her as she adjusted to the abrupt lack of input. She wobbled precariously as Master tugged the cock from her aching body and a wave of gratitude washed over her.

Empty. Empty.

Master unlocked the top half of the pillory and released Blue's ankle and wrist cuffs from the attachments. The tension on the hook eased when Master untied the tether, but it remained inside as Blue collapsed to the floor. She was too weak to stand even if she wanted to. She swept her hands over the slippery hardwood, feeling in the direction where she thought Master was. Master didn’t want her toy to talk, so she would show her how sorry she was.

Her fingertip grazed Master’s shoe and she lunged forwards, pressing her lips down to the leather. She tried to express her gratitude without words, and it came out as a whimper.

Her heart wrenched as Master stepped pointedly out of her reach, a deliberate rejection that sent a stab of adrenaline through Blue, making each pounding beat of her heart feel like there was acid in her veins.

Wasn’t this… wasn’t this what Master wanted?

Slowly, Blue drew her shaking hands back to her body, trying to keep her breathing even despite the clawing, desperate panic that threatened to overcome her.

If Master would just talk to her, command her—

Something hit her in the side, and she tumbled to the floor. Automatically, she struggled back to her hands and knees, but Master’s foot came down on her neck, pinning her there against the hardwood.

Right where you belong, collared and kneeling at my feet.

She relaxed obediently, offering no resistance when Master pulled her arm to the side and wrestled something tight over her hand. It felt like a leather mitt, except instead of having finger holes it was just a rounded pouch, forcing her hand into a fist. She heard the distinct crunch of velcro as Master tightened a strap around her wrist to secure it before grabbing her other arm and repeating the process.

Within a few minutes, both hands were bound in the mitts and then together in front of her by a hand’s width of chain. Master moved behind her, and Blue groaned softly as a toy nosed its way inside her sore entrance. It was smaller than the machine’s brutal cock, and Master’s fluid movements were much more forgiving. More bearable.

At first, Master’s pace was leisurely, just sliding in and out, agonizingly slow, as if she was taking the time to appreciate the way that Blue’s glistening, wet hole swallowed her cock again and again.

It didn’t take much of that teasing, sensual slickness before Master began to drive into her with a more urgent rhythm. Blue bit her lip, stifling her cries as Master slammed into her over and over, her thighs and ass still tender from the paddle. Her gloved hands slid tractionless against the floor with each powerful thrust, fists clenched tightly within the leather.

Despite the scattered sparks of pain throughout her body, the tense coil of need in between her legs never wavered. Blue released a low, throaty cry as Master suddenly grabbed the stem of the hook, tugging on it like a handle, fist grazing the ticklish skin above her ass. She had gotten used to the feeling when it was tied in place, but now that it was moving, it was like she was being fucked in both holes. It was overwhelming and she felt like one giant bruise, but she was so incredibly wet that none of that mattered.

Blue could sense Master’s building climax in the weight of her hips, and finally she felt Master tense and press hard against her ass, forceful enough that she had to brace herself on her elbows to keep from slipping forwards. For a moment, Blue pictured her master, flush with arousal, pink lips parted by shallow, quiet groans as she ground her hips on the vibe that was no doubt tucked against her clit beneath the strap-on.

After a few more stuttering thrusts, Master pulled out. Her fingers slipped under Blue’s collar, fastening the hook. She could feel it pull taut when she moved, but there was still enough slack that Blue wouldn’t choke unless she tried to curl or bend inwards.

Warm hands slid up her body to hook the chain between her breasts, following the links to the clamps on her tender nipples. Master took them both off suddenly, simultaneously, and Blue inhaled sharply at the thousand needles that prickled through her nipples with each racing beat of her heart.

Then it was quiet.

Blue waited, heavy breaths forcing her pulsing nipples against the cool floor, ass in the air, hands bound and stretched before her. It took several minutes before her lust-addled mind cleared enough to realize Master had truly left her. Unfinished.

All that fucking and she hadn’t come. Of course she hadn’t. She was bad; she didn’t even have permission to ask. Master hadn’t even spoken to her.

After what she’d done… why would Master to talk to her? Blue had tried to hurt her, to leave her. She didn’t deserve Master’s affection.

The thought sent a bitter twist of self-loathing through her. It had been such a good morning and she’d ruined it. She never should have listened to that voice, screaming at her to fight and run. If she’d just shut her mouth and accepted her fate, maybe then she would be curled in the soft plush warmth of Master’s duvet instead of cold and alone.

It had taken every ounce of her fragile willpower, bolstered by her anger, to stand up to Master. Now she was just… empty. All her precious patience spent waiting for the right opportunity and she’d wasted it on a pointless attempt that hadn’t even gotten her out the house.

And if she had made it out the window, then what? Run into the forest half-starved and naked like some sort of crazed pervert?

Frustrated tears welled in her eyes. She was helpless, pathetic, and the more she wallowed in her misery, the more the melancholic emptiness in her chest grew, aching to be held and consoled by the very woman who’d put her here.

She couldn’t even find the energy to be resentful. Master hadn’t wanted to punish her. Blue had been warned several times to behave and even though she knew better, she did it anyway.

She practically asked for this.

She let her forehead drop, keeping her hips raised until the simmering heat in her belly cooled and her thighs dried and became tacky.

Underneath the blindfold, she couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or shut. She forced herself to blink beneath the mask, feeling her lashes brush against the fabric, still moist from her tears. She just wanted some form of contact, anything.

“Mmm—” she breathed, and the feel of her throat working helped ground her. Enough that she pinched her lips tightly, cutting off the word dangling on her tongue.

Master?

No. She had to show Master she could control herself—that she could be good.

It was difficult. Now that the warm glow of her arousal was gone, she was cold. She longed for a bath. Every time she squirmed, she was reminded of the sticky, used soreness between her legs.

She took deep breaths. Squeezed and released her hands in the mitts. Curled her toes. Felt the hook and collar tugging uncomfortably when she grew too lax in her position.

Empty.

Silent.

Alone.

She must have fallen asleep, because she woke to the sound of footsteps. She lifted her head feebly as fingers grazed the back of her neck and hooked under the rope, pulling her up onto her knees. There was the familiar pinch of the nipple clamps, sending a bright spark of pain straight to her clit, and then something else touched her lips. She opened her mouth on reflex, expecting water or Master’s fingers or—

She recoiled as soft silicone scraped against her teeth and pressed down on her aching tongue, tasting sterile and mildly of soap.

With a great force of will, she smothered the urge to reach up and paw at it— to press against Master’s hips in refusal. Instead, she clamped her hands between her thighs as Master filled her mouth with one of the many cocks from the wall.

She wanted to be good, didn’t she?

She did —she really did— but the first time the thick cock struck the sensitive flesh at the back of her mouth, she gagged and jerked backwards purely on instinct. It didn’t matter; there was no escaping Master’s firm grip at the back of her neck. Regardless of how she squirmed, the possessive, unyielding hand held her in place.

Master pushed in. In and in and in. Blue felt the way the cock curved at the back of her mouth, the way her muscles tightened as the tip began to snake down her throat. She tried to breathe and choked, mitted hands half-raised like a prayer as she lurched in Master’s grip.

Master slapped her.

It was sharp, callous, indifferent, and sent Blue twisting down to the ground, coughing. There was no anger or sadistic pleasure behind it, like she was just nothing— and before Blue had fully recovered, Master’s hand speared through her hair and jerked her upright. She felt the wet tip of the cock on her lips and opened her mouth.

Master thrust into her, shallow at first, and then more forcefully. Each time the cock curved down her throat, it felt like the collar was constricting around her neck. She tried her best to breathe in the short intervals when Master pulled out, but she was tired, inept, and her efforts only left her spluttering for air. Her lungs burned and squeezed in her chest, hands twitching in her lap as she fought the urge to save herself.

She didn’t even know what Master got out of this. Maybe the image of Blue, blindfolded and on her knees, sucking desperately around a cock just to appease her— maybe that turned her on. She wished she could see Master’s expression. It would be so much easier to endure if she could see that Master was enjoying this, but even that small relief was denied her.

She hoped that Master might talk to her, tell her how good she was for taking her master in her tight little throat, but the room was silent except for the obscene, wet sounds of Blue’s mouth and the frantic jingle of the chain between her breasts.

A chilling thought suddenly struck her. Unlike a man, Master’s fake cock would never climax. Master could do this all day and all night until she was satisfied, or until Blue passed out.

She was close to it. She was so tired. Her knees felt bruised, her pussy ached, her lips were cracked and sore. But somehow Master knew when she was fading, and was mindful to let her breathe just enough that unconsciousness didn’t take her.

No, she was aware of every harsh thrust of Master’s hips as she fucked her pet’s face— until Blue’s gag reflex was diminished to nothing, until she learned to swallow around the cock and breath through her nose, until eventually her lips grazed against the base, nose barely touching the smooth skin of her Master's stomach.

Blue swallowed, desperately fighting the urge to heave and retch as Master held her there. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth in thin, cold tendrils that clung to her chin and breasts. Master’s scent: sweat, linen, arousal, surrounded her.

A hand traced tenderly down her cheek, cupping the bulge of Blue’s throat in a fond caress, massaging ever so lightly at the cock through the taut skin. Proud.

She’d taken the whole thing.

For several long seconds, Blue warred with her body. She longed to hold on to that sliver of gentle pride, but finally the pressure in her chest forced her to scramble for oxygen. Mercifully, Master let her go and Blue spilled to the floor, the cock sliding from her throat like a breathing tube. She took a deep, shuddering inhale and the fresh clean air burned at her throat. She felt as if she’d swallowed a mouthful of glass.

It took several gasping breaths before Blue righted herself. Hands in her lap, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth in quiet surrender. If Master wanted to... to... use her she would take it. Blue deserved this for the way she acted.

Ungrateful. Rude. Disrespectful.

She would never make the same mistakes again. That fiery anger —that girl who thought she deserved something else— was silent now, lost beneath the surging tide of Blue’s singular need for forgiveness. Blue, who wanted to be good even if it hurt.

Suffering like a sweet little plaything should.

There was a beat or two of tense silence, and Blue could only assume Master was taking a moment to appraise her pet’s well-fucked appearance. The wet trail of saliva on her chest, lips pink and puffy and open for her master, the sweaty mess of her hair, sticking out from where Master's tight grip had been as she face-fucked her. Once, Blue might have been embarrassed, but she didn’t care about that now.

She was only thinking about Master. Was she pleased? Was this enough?

She longed to lean her head forward and bump against Master’s legs—she was right there— but she didn’t. She could barely sit up straight, but she held her mouth open, tentatively waiting for the cock to press against her lips and down her throat again.

Instead, Master tugged on the rope between her collar and the hook, dragging Blue along blindly after her.

Her knee hit something hard, probably the leg of the pillory, and she cried out, but Master didn’t slow or stop. The texture of the floor beneath her changed from the linked planks of hardwood to the smooth fiberglass of the shower. Master roughly pulled the hook from her ass and Blue heard it clattering on the floor nearby. The tension on the rope attached to her collar didn’t yield.

“Relieve yourself,” Master said coldly, and Blue felt her cheeks heat under the blindfold.

She shifted her position, trying to squat in a way that would keep the mess from getting on her legs. When the mortifying splatter of her urine stopped, there was the squeak of the faucet, and a sudden spray of cold water hit her in the face. Blue spluttered and wobbled, but already the water was traveling downwards, focusing on her lower half, and probably the mess beneath her.

It only took a few minutes for Master to rinse her but the droplets lingered and cooled on her skin, sending goosebumps rippling down her arms. Master dragged her back out into the main room and pushed her down with a foot.

Something cold and slick touched her asshole. Another plug. She yelped when Master slapped her tender ass—a warning to keep still— before she fucked her open with the wide plug. The hook had warmed her up enough that it didn’t take much work at all to get it inside her.

Master’s palm braced on Blue's hip as she dipped and twisted the plug. Without the burning stretch, it felt almost entirely… pleasant.

On top of that, she was in position and Master was touching her and it didn’t take long at all before she was flushed from collar to clit, hips working into her Master's thrusts automatically. She wanted Master to fuck her again, felt the words forming at the back of her throat, deep and guttural.

Something was wrong with her. A normal person wouldn’t like this… right?

But Master wanted her to, and she did; despite the fact she’d been paddled and then fucked for hours, she was still hoping Master would touch her, play with her ass, fuck her more, make her come, allow her to beg for it.

But Master didn’t touch her clit, didn’t grab her breasts, didn’t say she could come. And even though she was wet —soaking wet— she kept her hands above her head, fingers clenching within the mitts as she humped mindlessly at the air.

She swallowed her pleas—bad pets shouldn’t speak— even as Master worked the plug inside and tugged it out, fucking her on the widest part, letting her hole swallow it greedily before starting all over again. Master played with her like that for a while, until she was loose enough that the plug slipped inside like it was made to fit her body.

And when Master tired of her plaything, she pushed the plug inside and clipped Blue's leash somewhere in the room and left.

She was alone, blinded, with only the harsh sounds of her elevated breathing and the fervent pulsing between her legs to remind her she was real. She lay there for several minutes, waiting for her frantic heartbeat to return to normal— for her mind to focus on anything other than her arousal.

With a quick sweep of her mitted hands, Blue realized she was tethered next to the cage. It was a short chain; She had just enough to lie on her side if she pressed her back to the wall. She curled her hands to her chest, keeping them far away from the pounding desire between her legs, like a good toy and shivered.

Several times after that Master visited her.

Master never said a word, but she would prod Blue with her foot until she presented herself, finger or fuck her pet until she was satisfied, and then leave Blue unfinished, with nothing but the plug and her own throbbing need for company.

A gag would have made it easier to ignore her own needy whimpers when Master came to use her, and she almost wished she could ask for one. Even worse were the sobs that racked her when Master left. If she was allowed to speak, she wouldn’t have asked to come. She just wanted Master to stay— to ground her and keep her from being alone in the dark.

A few times, Master took her to the bathroom, leading her wordlessly by the tension of the rope on her collar. Blue would squat over the drain, catching as much water as she could in her mouth when Master rinsed her.

She knew what was happening. Master was showing her what her life would be like as a true toy. She realized now that Master had been letting her get away with so much, pampering her, caring for her, letting her talk, letting her come, and Blue had thrown it all away just because Master had marked her. Had wanted her.

And now she was just a plaything, something to be fucked and used and left behind as Master sought only her own pleasure. It couldn’t have been clearer. Good pets got treats and affection. Bad toys did not.

More than once, she had to still her own quivering hips as Master used a vibrator nearby. Blue strained to listen for the smallest catch of Master's breath or the slight shuffle of her body as she tensed in orgasm. Blindfolded and helpless, Blue could only eavesdrop jealously as she waited in position, incredibly empty yet filled with desire, silently hoping Master might let her lick the toy clean when she was done.

And when Master was gone, and there was only the steady beat of her own heart in the unending dark, her mind replayed the events of her outburst on an endless loop, tearing apart every minute detail, everything she’d said— all the ways that she’ d failed. Striking out. Refusing to kneel. Trying to escape. And her cruel words... she’d said that she hated Master.

But that wasn’t true was it?

How could it be when she spent every waking moment fantasizing about Master coming through the door and holding her?

She only had to obey and Master would give her the best orgasms of her life. It should have been easy, and instead Blue threw all her kindness back in her face. For what? A job? Working the night shift at a conbini? Days and nights alone wandering the city with no one to care about her?

She should’ve just been grateful she was alive, that she was wanted by someone as beautiful and fiercely determined as her master. Now she was here in this empty room, used and discarded. Away from her master, just like she thought she wanted.

But she didn’t know it would be like this. That it could feel like this— this raw, gnawing emptiness that begged for her attention, whether it was a harsh fucking or a dominating hand on the back of her neck, or— anything.

As good as she had been before, she would be even better now just to have a drop of her Master’s kindness. She was done being bad. Blue was ready to bend and scrape and plead—whatever Master wanted— if only she would let her.

How she’d wrap herself in Master’s legs and never let go—

How she would kiss her way up Master’s thighs—

How prettily she would beg to be touched, to come—

The door creaked, and there was the undeniable sound of Master's bare feet approaching her. Blue quickly pressed her forehead to the floor.

“Toy,” Master said, and Blue latched onto her voice like a lifeline, even though she could hear the frost dripping from the single word.

Master was speaking to her. She couldn’t ruin this.

“Such a quiet, well-behaved thing. So different from that disrespectful pet I had.”

Blue kept her head down, not daring to move.

“It’s nice actually, having an obedient set of holes to use whenever I want. So much easier. All that time and energy wasted pampering an ungrateful pet when I could have just had a compliant little fucktoy instead. Ready and waiting to be used, nothing in her pretty head except her Master’s pleasure.”

Blue shuddered as the words prickled at her, rubbing salt in her wounds. Master had taken such good care of her and she’d ruined everything. It was her own fault she was here.

“Maybe I should just keep you this way. You don’t mind, do you? Being a set of holes, just taking whatever your Master gives you.”

Teasing, dangerous. She would.

“What do you think, toy?”

Toys weren’t supposed to talk, so Blue whined in the back of her throat, a sound that wasn’t entirely human-like. More like a puppy, crying to be held. She didn’t want to stay like this for another day, another minute longer.

She wanted to sit at Master’s feet; she wanted Master to stroke her hair and call her a good girl. She wanted to dive between Master’s legs and show her how sorry she was. She wanted it so much she ached.

“Speak,” Master said curtly, as if commanding a dog to bark.

And even though Blue had practiced it a hundred times in her mind, the words still came out stumbling, frantic.

“Your toy is sorry, Master,” Blue rasped, voice thick with disuse. “Please forgive me. You were right. I was stupid, disrespectful. I— I didn't mean any of it. I'm so, so sorry, Master.”

“It seemed like you meant it,” Master said, sounding unconvinced. Blue’s heart twisted as she pictured the downturn to her master’s lips.

“No!” Blue said, a little too loud, before she hastily continued so that Master didn't linger on the forbidden word. “I swear I didn’t mean it, Master. I— I was scared. It was a mistake. I won't talk back like that ever again. I won’t try to run. Master, please, I want to be yours. Please– I— I just— I miss you.”

Her throat tightened with emotion on the last few words, cutting off her rambling apology.

I miss you.

So few words to describe the gaping emptiness in her heart without Master's soft praise, her fond smile. She wanted that Master back. She’d do anything. Anything.

Master hummed thoughtfully.

“Now that sounded sincere. But… there’s something else I think we should discuss.”

She stepped closer, and Blue could feel her master’s looming presence above. It felt like she was sitting in the shadow of a great tsunami, wild and dangerous, poised to drown her.

“Who owns you?” Master asked quietly.

Blue swallowed, feeling the collar tighten around her throat.

“You, Master.”

“That's right. You belong to me,” Master said. “Your holes, your body, your obedience. Everything. You’re mine, and I’ll use my property however I see fit, whether that’s as a toy, a pet, or a fucking canvas. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Blue replied.

There was no other answer. It was simple, really. An inarguable truth.

She had to accept her place. There was no alternative path, no other choice. Blue had tried to fight it and failed. Some things just… couldn't be changed. There was nothing she could do.

She was never going to leave and Master was never going to let her go.

The realization swept through her like a flood, tearing down the foundation inside of her that formed the girl, the employee, the person she had been as easily as cardboard. Every expectation, every dream she’d ever had for herself was washed from her very soul.

A career. A house. A lover.

Clinging to those hopeless fantasies would only upset her— upset her master. She had to surrender them so she could be perfect— so that she could be forgiven. She wanted that more than anything.

Blue took a deep, shuddering breath and exhaled. All she had to do right now and forever, was please her master.

Simple.

A certain numbing peace came over her, even as she sagged at her master’s feet, exhausted all at once, weightless as if she'd been scooped out, hollowed. A tear dripped from her chin.

She was crying again and she wasn’t exactly sure why. Her body didn't hurt. She wasn't sad. Master was here and she was all Blue needed. All the happiness and comfort Blue could ever hope to have again would come from her.

She tilted her head like a flower to the sun, a supplicant begging purpose, tears streaming silently down her face, waiting.

Please command me.

A foot nudged the top of her head and Blue reached out gingerly with her mitted hands and leaned forwards.

“I belong to you, Master,” she said, and it wasn’t defeat in her voice, but a genuine, peaceful acceptance. She placed a delicate, reverent kiss on the top of Master’s foot. When Master didn’t push her away, Blue peppered more kisses along her skin as she spoke. “I’m yours. My body, my obedience, my holes. All of it.”

She let some of her desperation, her eagerness, seep through.

“I’m your property to use, however you— however you see fit. Please, let me be your pet again. I’m sorry for what I did. I'll be good. Your pet will be so very good for you, Master.”

And then Master sighed above her with exaggerated exasperation, as if to say: what am I going to do with you? Like Blue was a naughty puppy who’d gotten into something she shouldn’t, and all of this was one big inconvenience.

“That's very sweet and all,” Master said, and the ice had all but thawed from her voice, “but I’ve heard it before. If my disobedient toy is truly sorry, then she’ll spread her tight little ass and beg for her Master’s cock. I’ve been very patient, and I’m ready to claim what’s mine.”

Blue felt her resolve forming even as a prickle of cold fear dripped down her spine. She had to do this. She couldn’t go back to the crushing, suffocating darkness of Master’s displeasure. She just wanted to be forgiven. She just wanted to be held.

And wouldn’t this be better than the sharp steel of the knife in her mouth? She might even be allowed to come. She held onto that hopeful thought as she shoved her hesitation to the back of her mind.

“Master, please,” she pleaded, as she knew her master liked, “let your pet make it up to you. Please can I have your cock?”

Master knelt behind Blue, her presence as palpable as an oncoming storm.

“And where exactly did you want your Master’s cock?” she drawled, feigning ignorance.

“In—in my ass.” Blue felt her face reddening. “Please fuck your pet’s ass, Master.”

Master’s hands brushed across Blue’s lower back, exploring the curves of her hips and leaving a trail of gooseflesh tingling her wake.

“Well, if you want it….”

Blue jolted forward as Master suddenly slapped her pussy. It startled her more than anything as there was hardly any strength behind it, but the damning heat that spread from the impact made her squirm, and she shifted her knees further apart.

“You better spread your cheeks then, toy.”

Blue didn't have much grip with the mitts but she dug her fisted hands into her cheeks and pulled. Master plucked the plug from Blue's ass, rubbing a well-lubricated thumb over Blue’s twitching hole in small circles, tugging at the rim, doing everything but going inside.

A confusing emotion fluttered nervously in Blue’s chest. Fear?

No…

Anticipation?

Master tapped lightly at Blue’s entrance, delicate staccato bursts of pressure that had her hips twitching. “Who does this belong to again?”

Blue’s breath caught in her throat as something slick and cold and large replaced the finger, poised against her with the slightest hint of pressure.

“Yours, Master. I’m yours,” Blue moaned as a sudden reckless impatience overtook over her. She couldn’t bear another second of Master’s sensuous teasing.

“Please take my ass. Please let me be your pet again. Please just... fuck me— however you want. Please, please, please.”

“Poor desperate thing,” Master cooed, “how can I say ‘no’?”

And then she pressed forward, putting the weight of her body behind her strap-on. The flexible silicone bent under the force of Master’s hips, against the tightness of Blue’s hole.

“Let me in, toy,” Master said.

Blue scrunched her eyes shut beneath the mask and took deep breaths as the tension increased, slowly, steadily, until at last the dildo popped through her meager resistance and inside. She groaned low and desperate at the fullness of it, keenly aware of the way her inner muscles automatically struggled to grip the smooth shaft. It was different from the plugs because there was no thinner base for her to catch her breath on, only the intense unending pressure filling her ass, holding her open for more.

“So fucking tight,” Master groaned in approval. One of her hands squeezed at Blue’s ass. “Just relax and take it.”

Blue tried to obey as Master gently tested her squeezing entrance with the tip of the cock. She felt Master working her way deeper, bit by bit, and Blue knew the exact moment her body decided to surrender, felt the sudden shift inside her as she finally relaxed and opened. Master must have too, because her fingers dug into Blue’s waist and she rocked forward and down, half-burying the cock inside her whimpering pet.

“Take all of it, Blue,” Master said, drawing out, sliding back in. “You can do it. I know you want to.”

Blue didn’t—

She shouldn’t—

She wasn't supposed to like this, that's not where things were supposed to go in— but she arched her back and moaned in defeat as Master finally sank down to the base, hips snapping against Blue’s ass. Blue felt bare legs pressed against her own, and the raw, hot weight of Master's body on top of her sent her heart beating wildly. So warm, so possessive.

Where she belonged.

How could this be wrong if she loved it so much?

Master rolled her hips, once, twice, enjoying her pet’s quiet, trembling gasps, before her grip shifted, trapping Blue firmly against her. Her finger drifted to touch the rim of Blue’s hole, where her quivering muscles clung to the strap-on.

“How does it feel to finally have a cock in that tight little ass?”

Blue could hear the dark smile on her lips. Master was pleased, and that thought alone sent another pulse of heat through her.

“I love it, Master,” Blue panted, rubbing her hips against her master’s crotch as much as she was able.

She couldn’t help herself; she was hopelessly lost in the sensation of the cock moving within her, and the powerful flex of Master’s body pinning her on it.

“Please don't— don't stop.”

Master’s bare breasts pressed soft and supple against Blue’s back as she leaned forward to nip at her pet’s shoulder with her teeth. “Oh, precious. I wasn’t going to.”

Then she was moving again, pulling out and slamming forward in long, even strokes, aggressive enough that Blue’s face slid along the floor. Again, again, again, each one forcing throaty huffs of pleasure from her quivering toy.

“Look at you. Taking your master’s cock so perfectly. Just a greedy set of holes, aren’t you?”

She— she was. But words were suddenly beyond her, so she shifted her knees and adjusted her mitted grip, trying to stay open and ready as Master pounded into her, desperate for more of those thrusts that reached somewhere new and forbidden within her.

Her mitted hands slipped from her cheeks and she was forced to brace herself on the floor to keep herself from sliding out of position. Her whole body pulsed with the hot pleasure of the cock moving inside her. She let her head hang down between her forearms as she rocked back into her master, saliva leaking from her open, panting mouth as she succumbed to some ancient, primal instinct to be filled.

Blue felt the exquisite softness of her master’s body leaning over her before the blindfold was tugged from her face. She squinted and blinked, trying to clear the blurriness from her vision after so long in the dark.

She was in the pet room— her room. The decorative curtain on the wall between her cage and the bed had been pulled aside, revealing a large mirror on the wall.

In it she saw a woman on her knees, bent over and mounted, speared in the ass by a cock, a thin silver chain dangling between her breasts and mitted hands like indigo paws. Mouth open, eyes half-lidded with lust, chin resting in a puddle of her own drool. Her cheeks were flushed, hair ruffled and sweaty. Her chest rose and fell in sync with Blue’s, a perfect mirror staring back at her.

Was that her?

Her eyes rolled up towards her Master’s reflection. She was even more stunning in disarray; her hair was tousled, but it only added to the fierce expression she wore, filled with lust and dominance. She was dressed only in a thin, silken blouse which was unbuttoned, revealing her stunning body, lean and pale, feminine yet powerful. A warrior. A goddess.

Master was looking at her through the mirror and Blue’s eyes were drawn down to the peaks of her nipples, pert and visible. Blue felt hands trace up and down her thighs, first fingertips, and then the teasing prickle of nails.

“What do you see?”

Blue dragged her eyes away from her beautiful Master and looked back in the reflection. When she licked her lips, the pet did the same.

“I see your pet, Master,” Blue said, “your plaything, your fucktoy, your property.”

She was everything that Master had made her.

“Mmm.. That's right,” Master said, lips parted in a sensual sigh that sent a shiver down Blue's spine.

Then she braced one heavy hand on the back of Blue’s neck and fucked her right into the floor. Blue was a hot, writhing mess beneath her master, a senseless animal in heat mesmerized by the mirror— watching the cock disappear inside the pet over and over as Master pounded her ass with renewed force. She hardly even noticed she was speaking, the words left her lips of their own volition like a prayer.

“Yours, yours, yours, yours—”

The pet in the mirror keened as she bounced her hips on Master’s cock. She looked like she was made for this. She was taking it well, wasn’t she? Just like she was supposed to. Like Master had trained her to do. She moaned again. She loved this. Master had known she would— hadn't given her a choice whether she did or not.

She was wound up so tightly, pushed to the edge, beyond it even, but she didn’t come. She couldn’t. If she was allowed to touch her clit, or her breasts, just a second, even with the smooth leather of the mitts, then—

Master suddenly groaned and pulled out, and Blue whined pitifully as her hole tentatively twitched closed. But... she’d been so close—

Wasn’t Master ever going to let her come?

Through the mirror, Blue watched as Master kicked off the harness with practiced ease, taking the shining dildo from the tangled jumble of straps and sticking it on the mirrored wall.

“Fuck yourself on that,” Master said bluntly, and Blue immediately turned and sank back onto the cock with a shudder of relief.

In front of her, Master pressed a small vibrator to her own clit as she watched Blue work her ass on the dildo, slipping a finger inside herself and groaning softly beneath the steady buzz of the device.

The sound of the vibe had Blue squeezing her thighs together in vicarious need as she worked her hips in every way she knew how, but she still couldn’t quite get there without touching herself, and Master hadn’t given her permission for that. She tried anyway, ravenously watching Master’s skilled finger dipping inside her own pussy, her deliciously wet, spread thighs barely an arm’s length away.

Blue licked her lips. Shouldn’t she… apologize?

“Master, I —ohhh— please can your pet help you?”

Master’s eyes flicked up to meet Blue’s, gleaming with a predatory focus.

“Did you miss the taste of your Master?”

“Yes, I—”

Master cut her off, sliding her hips forwards until Blue was fully seated on the cock, and then she grabbed Blue by the collar and tugged her down roughly between her legs.

The aggressive handling only turned Blue on. Master wanted her here and Blue would lick and suck and moan until her master came because that's what she was for.

Master reached under Blue, kneading at her breasts with warm, skilled fingers, thumbs rubbing over the sensitive buds of her pet's nipples. It felt amazing, so Blue pushed her chest into her Master’s touch and redoubled her efforts.

She swirled and flicked her tongue, eyes darting up to gauge her master’s reaction. She found the rhythm that quickened the rise and fall of Master's chest and held it until she felt Master quivering beneath her, falling backwards to her elbows and then flat against the floor. Blue was once again left awestruck at just how beautiful her master was. The way Master’s lithe body flexed beneath her pet’s eager mouth only made Blue more determined to please her.

Master's hand twisted passionately in Blue’s hair and she planted her heels firm and wide, lifting her hips up into her pet’s frantic mouth, releasing a guttural ungh of pleasure that had a burst of pride blossoming in Blue's chest. She did that.

Blue lapped at every trace of her Master’s cum until she felt trembling thighs relax. With a glorious display of her abs, Master sat upright, tugging her gasping, wet-faced pet along with her, forcing Blue to arch backwards until they were nearly nose to nose.

This close, Master’s eyes were like thick, dark honey, and Blue was lost in her smouldering gaze, the heavy rise and fall of her breasts, the way her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. With her other hand, Master placed the vibrator to Blue’s clit.

“Come for me, Blue,” Master said, low and dark, a command as much as it was permission.

All it took was the smallest tilt of her hips before the vibe struck that spot, and Blue’s breath seized in her throat as stars exploded behind her eyelids.

In that brief moment, Master leaned in and nipped at her mouth. Her lips were soft, possessive, almost like a kiss with a trace of teeth and then Blue came, cock in her ass, pussy clenching like a fist around nothing, every muscle in her body tensing, quivering as if she’d been struck by lightning. A half-choked noise barely escaped her as her entire body squeezed in the grip of passion. And through it all, Master watched her hungrily, inhaling her pet’s orgasmic groans with a triumphant smile of satisfaction on her face.

The aftershocks were still sparking through her when Master flicked her wrist, circling the slick vibe around Blue’s clit in a painful, sweet, sharp sensation that made her eyes water. Blue would have screamed except that her whole body contracted again, twisting her cry into a rapid set of breathy moans as another wave of hot endorphins pounded through her, like the bittersweet sting of warm sake on a cold night, a luscious heat that spread to her fingertips, her neck, her cheeks—

Her mind went blank.

She was vaguely aware when Master pulled the vibe away and then the tension within her unraveled all at once. Blue fell limp, held aloft only by Master’s firm fist in her hair, pussy still twitching greedily, sparks shooting down her legs in short, sudden bursts, until her peak finally fell away in one last tremble of her body, one last flutter of wet eyelashes.

“So beautiful,” Master said, and a tear of relief crawled down Blue's cheek. Master kissed it from her skin, following the trail of wetness with her tongue.

Master let her pet’s head drop into her lap. She swiped her finger across Blue’s forehead, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear.

“You’re going to be such a good girl from now on, aren’t you?”

It wasn’t really a question, but Blue nodded her head against Master’s leg anyway. She would. She wanted to. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth and her words came out tangled, clumsy. “I will Master, I'm sorry, I—”

Master’s hand on her chin silenced her, the touch was firm but gentle. She tilted Blue’s face upwards to meet her eyes.

“I forgive you,” Master said softly, as if Blue was a fragile thing that would shatter and break.

And maybe she did, because for a moment Blue wasn’t anything at all except forgiven.

She glowed from the inside out, devotion overflowing from her every pore. There were no words to describe the enormity of the gratitude, the adoration that flooded through her. She reached for Master’s hand, pulling it to her lips so she could kiss it over and over again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master.”

Master smiled and combed her fingers through her pet’s hair affectionately, running her nails lightly over Blue’s scalp, making her skin tingle. Blue melted into her master’s touch, wriggling closer. Now that she was allowed, she couldn’t get close enough.

Her thoughts must have been clear on her face, because Master pulled Blue in tightly so that her head was cradled in the strong curve of her arm, cheek pressed against the soft skin of her breast.

Master tugged her pet down to the floor, wrapping herself around Blue in the most comforting, wonderful way, and Blue felt a heavy, restful sleep tugging at her eyelids as she listened to the steady thumping of her master’s heart. Blue sighed in contentment, feeling absolutely whole.

“Sweet girl.” Master praised, and Blue felt the gentle movement of her lips on the top of her head. “My good, good girl.”

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Blue jolted awake with a stab of adrenaline, the sound of her own frantic heartbeat rushing in her ears. She couldn't move. It was dark and silent and she was alone.

She tried to call out, but the words stuck in her throat, thick and choking. She couldn't breathe. There was a crushing weight on her chest, pinning her down. A cold firm hand wrapped around her heart, squeezing and squeezing and it was dark and silent and she was alone. She needed Master. She was going to be good—

There was a twitch of movement at the base of her spine. Yes, there was something behind her, poking into her beneath the… beneath the blanket, wiggling every now and then. Master’s feet.

She remembered clutching at the soft fabric of Her shirt… strong arms scooping her up... warm water and the soothing smell of lavender…

She remembered she was safe; Master had forgiven her. She took a deep, shuddering breath as she repeated those words to herself over and over like a mantra, forcing her body to uncoil one muscle at a time. It took several minutes for the tension within her to dissipate, but eventually her pulse slowed and her fingers twitched when she told them to.

She opened her eyes. The bedroom was a bleary, midnight gloom but the faint trace of moonlight was still far more comforting than the perfect darkness of the blindfold. When she focused, she could barely make out the gentle rise and fall of Master's chest and found herself inhaling and exhaling in sync, letting the calming rhythm wash over her.

She still ached to crawl right into her master’s arms, but she wasn’t willing to risk waking her. Twisting in the sheets, she curled herself tightly around the lump of Master’s legs and consoled herself with the crisp linen scent of Master's bed as her mind parsed through what she could remember.

What Master had done to her… What Blue had begged her to do…

Please fuck my ass Master. Please let me be yours.

She’d wanted to be taken— fucked— and loved it. It had felt...good. Better than good. She’d been near delirious with pleasure. All she could remember was how hot it was, watching the powerful ripple of Master’s abs and the bounce of her beautiful pink nipples through the reflection. Just thinking of it now sent a wave of heat down between her legs. And afterwards, when Master tenderly held her in her arms... She’d never felt so complete.

How could she get Master to hold her like that again?

She would behave from now on. No talking back. No more futile escape attempts. She would be obedient, and Master would pet her and praise her and fuck her and she was going to soak up every last drop of affection.

She could be happy here. She would be happy here, because there was no fucking way she was going to risk spending the rest of her life tied up in the dark, edged out of her mind with no other stimulation, no kindness, no relief. The thought of it set her heart pounding again, so she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

She lay there for a while, waiting for her mind to settle so she could finally fall back asleep. It felt like she’d barely closed her eyes when a glimmer of daylight filtered through the thin veil of her eyelids. Lifting an arm to cover her face, she turned away from the light.

Whether it was the movement or the noise that woke Master she wasn’t sure, but she felt limbs shifting beneath the covers and heard Master let out the smallest squeak of a yawn. Cute.

When Master moved to leave the bed, Blue groaned a sleepy, wordless plea for her to stay. She felt like she'd slept too much and too little all at once. Couldn’t they just stay for a few more minutes?

Master, who had her sleek grey silk pajamas on and a half-bemused, half-remorseful look on her face, gently but firmly dislodged Blue’s grip on her leg.

“No, Blue,” Master chided softly, “I can’t stay in bed all day, and you need to eat.”

Well, that was that. Blue rolled onto her back, stretching from her toes to her fingertips just as her master stepped into her slippers and shuffled out into the hallway.

There was no leash or summons to pry her from her perfect spot on the bed, but Blue felt a prickle of unease at the thought of being alone, especially so close to the window which was uncovered and sporting an accusing new lock she couldn’t bring herself to look at, so she dragged herself to the edge of the bed and slid down to the floor, following Master to the kitchen.

She curled up tightly on her own bed with a grumpy huff, trying to preserve what remaining warmth she could after traveling the length of the cold house. She ran her palms up and down her arms aggressively, smoothing the gooseflesh prickling up her arms with the heat of friction.

Blue’s dramatic attempts at warming herself brought her master’s attention and Master gave an exaggerated sigh, pausing in her preparations to head back to the bedroom.

“Stay,” she said when Blue made to follow her.

Blue stayed, eyes and ears acutely focused on the sounds of her master moving through the house. She could barely believe her eyes when Master came back with a fuzzy bundle of black fabric in her arms. She flapped it once to open it, draping the blanket over Blue who closed her eyes and hummed in delight as soon as the blissfully soft faux fur touched her bare skin. She could have cried from the utter luxury of Master’s gift. It was so fluffy and thick, with just the right amount of weight to feel like a warm hug.

Instantly, she felt a hundred times better. She squirmed and pulled the edge under her chin, slipping a hand out from under the blanket to tentatively touch Master’s ankle, looking up with wide-eyed appreciation. “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome, precious."

Master crouched down and tucked the edges tightly under Blue’s back and legs, before she patted her ass through the blanket and went back to her preparations. The dull thunk thunk thunk of the knife against the wooden chopping board was incredibly soothing as she lay there watching Master work. Master had rice in the cooker already and was cutting chicken, potatoes, and carrots. Could it be… chicken curry?

Her mouth instantly begin to water as Master tossed the ingredients in the pot to brown with a tantalizing sizzle. She missed curry so much.

“That smells delicious, Master,” she said quietly.

Master gave her a small look out of the corner of her eye. “I know it’s a little strange to have curry for your first meal of the day, but we did sleep through most of it.”

And that suddenly made sense because Blue was starving. Her exhausted sleep and punishment meant she’d gone a while without a substantial meal. She huddled into her blanket and waited, admiring how Master could make cooking look so effortlessly attractive with her bedhead and her freshly wrinkled pajamas.

Out of old habit, a tiny nagging voice in the back of her mind resisted the thought, reminding her that Master was a killer—

Blue easily ignored it. She just didn’t care anymore. She was tired of being afraid when she was safe, tired of acting like she needed to be somewhere else when she was wanted here. As long as Blue was good, Master would cherish her. She wanted to savor these moments where everything felt peaceful and normal, so she laid there quietly, thinking about how nice it was going to be when Master held her again.

It took maybe fifteen minutes for Master to finish the curry sauce, but the rice needed a bit longer so Master clicked off the heat to the pot and sat on the edge of Blue’s bed so she could card her fingers through her pet’s hair.

“It’s getting long, isn’t it?” she mused, sliding her fingers through a handful of Blue’s silky straight hair.

Blue nodded, an instant wave of relaxation washing over her in response to her master's touch. She closed her eyes as fingernails raked pleasurably across her scalp, tilting her head this way and that like a cat. To be honest, she hadn’t paid attention to her hair in a while, but before she usually kept it just long enough that the ends wouldn’t hit her shoulders and bubble out in a messy way. It was well past that point now.

“Maybe I should trim it soon…”

She looked up into Master’s eyes, soft with a fondness she’d missed dearly. She had noticed her master's shaggy short hair was getting longer, covering her ears like it hadn’t before. It still looked great on her, framing her face in a more feminine way but still matching her rugged style.

“Besides, it’ll be easy to just take a bit off the end.” Master was saying as she combed her fingers through Blue’s hair and let it fall over the curves of her pet’s chest. “I don’t think I want your hair too short.” She tilted her head, looking at Blue with a critical eye. Her master’s gaze was so intense, Blue's felt her face grow burning hot. “I think long hair suits you.”

“Thank you Master,” Blue said shyly, casting her eyes down.

The rice cooker suddenly chirped, and Master got up and portioned out curry and rice into a couple of bowls, leaving them on the counter.

“While that cools,” she said, “I want to take your bandage off. Come on.”

Loath as she was to leave those piping hot bowls of curry waiting, Blue did as she was told. Master had her sit on the plastic stool in the shower room and turn to the side. She hadn’t been able to look at her tattoo while she was being punished, but now she could see the bandage clearly; beneath it were several gross bubbles of blackish-grey fluid, as if some of the ink had leaked from her skin and been trapped.

Master turned the shower head on, and propped it on the edge of the sink where lukewarm water would gently run over Blue’s hip and thigh. It was colder than she normally liked it, but it felt surprisingly good over the heated, sensitive skin of her tattoo.

Master gently rubbed her fingertips over the edge of the bandage, peeling up just enough to grab. The sticky adhesive tugged at Blue’s sensitive flesh and the fine hairs of her leg. Needing somewhere to put her hands and knowing without a doubt that grabbing Master would be off limits, Blue clutched at her collar, feeling a little more secure. She pressed her lips together, determined not to complain.

“Ok. I’m gonna take it slow,” Master warned her as she began to pull.

Blue sucked in a breath as the bandage pinched and tugged at her sore skin. It seemed to be mostly the edges that hurt, but the prickles of pain as Master peeled it bit by bit made her want to jump up and slap Master’s hands away, so she clung tightly to her collar and grit her teeth whenever the urge struck her.

Besides, she could tell Master was trying to be as gentle as possible, pulling a small part at a time and changing her grip often. This close, she found herself sneaking looks at Master, whose intense brown eyes were cautiously focused on the delicate task at hand, mouth slightly pursed as she worked the adhesive from Blue’s skin.

Master was working fast, and soon she had removed more than half of it already, so there was plenty of that clear, skin-like bandage to grab. The remainder came off much easier, until finally there was only the cool relief of running water to soothe her burning thigh.

Now that the bandage was gone, she could see the tattoo clearly. The lines in her skin were a deep, shining black, as if someone had painted her with calligraphy ink, a stark contrast against the pale skin of her thigh. She couldn’t look at it for long before her anxiety started to needle at her, so she pinned her eyes elsewhere as Master turned the stream away and grabbed a squirt of hand soap. Then, gently, she massaged it over Blue’s leg. Her touch was so light that only the lather was in contact with Blue’s skin, but still it prickled uncomfortably. Even as cautious as Master was being, the slightest graze of her finger made Blue flinch.

When she finished soaping Blue's leg, she rinsed it and patted it dry with the softest and fluffiest towel Blue had ever seen, yet somehow it still felt abrasive on her sensitive flesh. It hurt, but Blue didn’t whine until Master started applying a thick, oily ointment that dragged over her skin.

“Shush now,” Master soothed, using two fingers to smear slow circles over every part of Blue’s tender tattoo, “just this last little bit.”

Soon her leg was slathered in a generous layer of something that smelled vaguely like coconut.

“There,” she said, “all done.” She ruffled Blue’s hair affectionately as she stood and wiped her hands and forearms on the towel. “Food should be cool enough to eat by now.”

At the prospect of curry, Blue hurried after Master to her feeding spot, ignoring the cold, wet sensation of the gel on her leg.

Master grabbed the bowls from the counter and sat at the table. She looked at Blue, twiddling a spoon pinched between her fingers.

That was her cue. Blue leaned forwards until her chest was pressing against her master’s leg and opened her mouth, lips barely parted in askance.

Feed me?

A grin tugged at the corner of Master’s lips, and she scooped a spoonful of that steaming, delicious curry and delivered it right into Blue’s waiting mouth. “Precious girl,” she said proudly and in just the way that made Blue want to rub her face against Master’s leg. The only reason Blue didn’t was because she was too busy moaning over her mouthful of amazing curry.

Salty and rich, it was a perfectly balanced bite with chicken, carrot, and rice. It wasn’t spicy, not like that time she’d gone to Coco Curry and gotten what she’d thought would be a mild flavor that actually turned out to be nearer to lava. That time, she’d gone through her whole side of rice just to down a few scalding spoonfuls which had destroyed her ability to taste anything for at least a day and a half.

No, this was mild enough she could drink it, and it was probably for the best Master hadn’t given her her own bowl or she’d be stuffing her face like a real animal. Now that she’d had a taste of something delicious, her mouth was eagerly overflowing with saliva. She hadn’t realized she was this hungry.

Master set a purposeful pace, making sure Blue got a balanced amount of chicken, rice, and vegetables and took the time to chew it. In between each bite she offered, Master stole a mouthful for herself, savoring it while Blue waited for her turn by politely resting her chin on her master’s knee.

Blue was about eighty percent full when she heard the tell-tale scraping of the spoon against the bottom of the bowl.

At her puppy eyes, Master gave an amused snort. “If you eat too much right away you’ll be sick,” she said as she took the bowls up and dropped them in the sink with a clatter.

Blue sighed and sat back on her heels, rubbing at her taut stomach. She was feeling much more alert after her meal. “But I still have room.”

“There’s more for later,” Master countered simply as she scrubbed the dishes.

When she finished tidying up, Master slumped onto her familiar spot on the sofa. Blue dragged her new blanket along with her and squeezed herself between her master’s legs. She curled her hands around Master’s delicate ankles, not exactly grabbing, just touching, to anchor herself as the TV flickered on. Master’s hands idly weaved their way into her hair and resumed her earlier task of combing through whatever tangles she could find.

How good it felt to be back in her place, tucked in tightly against the warmth of another living person. Her eyes fluttered closed when Master’s fingers scratched beneath the edge of her collar. She breathed a heavy exhale, feeling the tension wash out of her. A full belly, a warm blanket, Master’s casual touches… she was sinking again, and this time she didn’t fight it. Everything was perfect.

She was so focused on the pleasant sensations that she barely paid any attention to the movie Master was watching until Master suddenly cuffed her on the back of the head, waking her from her daze.

“Don’t scratch at it.”

Blue removed her guilty hand from her thigh and placed it in her lap atop the blanket as if it needed to be watched. Her tattoo was beginning to itch even beneath the glistening layer of protective gel.

She hadn’t meant to touch it. How had Master even noticed her hand beneath the blanket? It was scary how observant she was sometimes. Maybe Master wasn’t paying attention to the movie either. If she was losing interest also, she might be open to doing something more... recreational.

“Sorry, Master. I’ll try to be careful,” Blue said, twisting around to massage enticingly at Master’s thigh. “I think it would be easier to ignore if I had something else to focus on...” She gave a slight, hopeful squeeze to Master’s knee.

“Pet,” Master said in a way that sent a chill down Blue's spine, “do you think of me as a distraction?" Master stared coldly down into Blue's eyes, wide as they were with panic.

Blue snatched her hands back and bowed low to the floor, unable to keep the tremble from her voice. “No Master! Of course not!”

“Then if my toy wants to be used, she can ask properly for the gift of her master’s time and attention. With respect, like I taught you."

“Yes! I will. I’m sorry, Master."

When Master didn’t beat or berate her or send her back to her room, she dared a cautious glance upwards.

Master was reclining in her seat, legs wide, an evaluating look in her eye. “A day and a half of sleep and some food and you're already feeling well enough for more,” she said, and Blue was relieved that her tone had shifted back into playful territory. In fact, she actually sounded maybe a little... impressed?

Sensing the danger was mostly over, Blue tentatively sat up on her heels and placed her hands in her own lap, cautiously respectful. Every time she moved, the luxurious blanket reminded her she was very much naked. Her nipples were already pebbled and eager just from the extra stimulation. Earlier during the movie, she may or may not have been thinking about what it would feel like if Master fucked her on it. She bit her lip.

“Your pet is just happy to be with you again, Master,” she said, layering her voice with a pitiful sweetness. "I really did miss you..."

Master looked unsure whether or not she wanted to punish such an obvious attempt at manipulation, but finally she sighed and patted her lap. “Alright. Get up here. I can’t blame you for your insatiable little pussy. It’s exactly how I wanted you, after all.”

It was no small amount of excitement that drove Blue up onto the sofa. She’d never been allowed on the furniture other than the bed, and the closer she could wiggle herself into her master’s personal space, the better.

Master guided Blue to lay draped across her legs, head resting on the armrest and ass over her lap. One hand squeezed the back of her thigh and the other gripped firmly at the base of her neck, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. Blue’s arms were wedged snugly under her body between Master and the armrest.

Master’s hand trailed up her leg, just barely grazing her labia. Blue shifted in anticipation, spreading her knees a smidge wider and—

Master spanked her ass.

“M-Master!” she said half-accusingly, but Master was already kneading the heat of the strike away with her palm.

“Yes, pet?” Master said, far too innocently. “Something to say?”

“No, n-nothing,” Blue replied, suddenly aware that her mouth was going to get her into more trouble.

“Are you sure?” Master struck Blue with a heavy, scooping spank that reminded her of the paddle. Clearly, that wasn’t the correct answer. Blue cried out as another strike followed hot on the heels of the previous. What was she supposed to say?

Another resounding spank as Master’s hand clapped against her ass. “When your master gives you pleasure or pain, what do you say?”

Blue froze, suddenly remembering.

She’d been frightened. Bound. Crying. Wet. Master’s weight on top of her as she pressed in and in and in. And at the end, even though she hadn’t wanted it, she’d been forced to say it anyway—

Master struck her again, startling her out of her memories. Blue spoke up quickly, before her master decided she needed further reminder. “Thank you Master!”

“Much better.”

This time instead of rubbing out the sting, Master’s finger dipped swiftly inside her. Blue's breath caught at the sudden intrusion, but this close to her master, Blue could only be warm and slick and ready so she groaned and pushed herself back onto Master's hand, welcoming it deeper.

At least, until it slipped out to lay another set of sharp swats that made her jerk in Master’s lap.

“Not this time, pet,” Master said sternly, cupping her pet's ass with her palm. “You’re going to stay put until I give you permission." She slowly applied more force with her fingertips, enough to dimple the soft flesh of Blue's ass but not enough to be painful. "Understand?"

Master's tone left her little choice in the matter so even though it was already difficult to ignore the mindless pulsing wetness between her legs, she would try.

"Yes, Master."

With that, Master's finger went to work, circling her entrance, trailing down and around her clit, toying with her. Blue held her breath, but couldn't help the trembling cry that escaped when Master delivered an open-handed slap just above her clit that reverberated through her entire pussy. Master was driving her crazy, edging her so expertly that it was taking all her focus to remain in position.

"Arch your back," Master suddenly commanded, and Blue did without hesitation, pushing her ass up in the air, knowing it would expose her further and turn the soft round of her ass into a prime target. It hardly mattered; she was in Master's lap, with soft breasts pillowing against her side and a heavy, dominant hand squeezing possessively at the back of her collar. She would take whatever came, so long as she could stay here. 

Master spanked her. Again and again and again. Each sharp strike turning into a dull, pulsing heat that made Blue whine. It wasn't as harsh as when she'd been punished— no this wasn't for Blue's sake— this was entirely for Master's pleasure. Knowing that, Blue scrunched her eyes shut and didn't fight as Master indulged in her pet's soft noises of discomfort and reddened backside. The most difficult and confusing aspect of her current situation was that Blue was still so very wet, even as her master’s hand came down on her ass. It wasn’t that she liked being hit, she was just so hot and sensitive and warm everywhere Master’s dexterous fingers had touched her. And the only way to soothe the ache, inside or outside, was for Master to touch her more.

“That’s it, good girl,” Master breathed above her. Her voice was no more than a whisper but the praise spiked through Blue as if she'd been cropped on the clit. She practically melted as Master rubbed her ass, massaging her hot palm against stinging, flushed skin. "My obedient toy. You’ll keep being nice and still for your master, won’t you?"

And Blue nodded into the wet patch of drool on the sofa. Of course she would. She wanted to be good for Master. Fingers clawed into the armrest, nipples crushed against Master’s lap, her entire body shook with the force of her restraint. Master’s hand was teasing her inner thighs, middle finger trailing up and down the hot seam of her legs. She was about to start begging when Master finally pushed inside her again.

"Ohh... yes," Blue moaned, the quiver of her body making her voice waver, "yes, please."

“Keep your legs spread,” Master said, suddenly pounding that spot inside Blue, and it took everything she had not to rock her hips into every thrust. Master fucked her, hard and fast on two and then three fingers. Little breathless gasps of pleasure escaped her, matching the indecent, wet sound that filled the room.

Suddenly, Blue felt Master's grip twist in her hair, tugging her head up. She whined when Master pulled out, and then there was a deliciously obscene —wet— squeak as Master sucked her finger clean, and her breathy sigh of satisfaction in Blue's ear was so incredibly hot that her pussy clenched desperately in a single, uncontrollable throb of desire. She couldn't bear it any longer.

“Nngh... please Master,” she panted.

“No,” came Master’s stern reply, before she pushed Blue off her lap and to the floor. One hand was still tangled in Blue’s hair, but she offered the slick fingers of her other hand to suck. Blue obediently worked her tongue over every ridge and knuckle until Master pushed her away by her grip in her hair.

“Go get your mitts and come right back.”

Blue scrambled into the pet room, feeling the wet smear of her arousal between her thighs. She found the mitts linked together by a small carabiner on the nightstand. She gently picked them up with her teeth and carried them back, dropping them into Master’s waiting palm.

“I still don’t trust you’re going to leave that alone,” Master said, nodding towards the tattoo on Blue’s thigh as she tightened the velcro of the mitt around her pet’s wrist, “so these will be your reminder.”

I would. Blue thought petulantly to herself, but the stinging tenderness of her ass reminded her to keep her mouth shut. Her leg tickled with the urge to scratch it.

Once the gloves were on, Blue sat in front of her master, tears drying on her cheeks, clit throbbing near painfully, the taste of herself on her tongue. She looked up into her master's dark honey eyes, instantly recognizing the predatory glint of Master’s true nature. Somehow it didn't scare her. 

Blue was spellbound as Master leaned down and tenderly cupped her pet’s cheek, thumb brushing across her lips. “Do you still want to come, pet?”

Blue nodded slowly, mouth opening slightly as Master’s thumb pressed inside.

“Show me how much you need it,” Master said, her tone incredibly sweet. She pulled her thumb free and licked it. Blue’s mouth opened in silent longing. Her heart was racing. "Let me see that pretty pussy that I put so much time and effort into training.”

Master wanted to see her. Even though she’d already explored the deepest, most private and forbidden parts of Blue, Master still looked at her like… like she was special.

Blue realized quickly that she wanted Master to keep looking at her like that, so she spread her knees, shins dragging against the carpet as she sunk down onto her heels. She felt the cool air hit her soaking hot wetness and shivered.

Master’s gaze burned through her as her eyes flicked up and down Blue’s body, lingering on her breasts, and then dropping down between her legs. Hungry. Feeding off of Master's approving gaze, Blue arched her back and lifted her hips, ignoring the fact she was on fire from her face to her clit with embarrassment and arousal, nipples peaked and painfully bare as she forced herself to meet her master’s eyes.

“Please, let your pet come, Master. Please, I need it.”

“Not. Yet.” Master said, enunciating each word clearly. Disappointed, Blue frowned, slumping back down to the floor. Maybe Master really didn't intend to let her come today—

Master’s foot shot up lightning fast between Blue’s legs with a barely audible squish that made her yelp and immediately lift her hips again. She balanced herself against it, feeling the strain of her weight on her arms. Master’s grin was absolutely feral.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She flexed her foot, guiding her pet back into position with a hint of delicious pressure on her pussy. “Stay.”

That one word burned through her mind like a brand, stealing her entire focus. Stay. When Master said it like that, what else could she do?

Blue held her position on trembling arms, watching enviously as Master’s hands moved across her own body. One slipped down into her pants, and the other tunneled a tightly outlined trail beneath her shirt to her breast. Imagining they were her hands, Blue whined with need, hips grinding slowly against Master’s foot. She hoped someday Master would let Blue touch her like that. Was it wrong to want that? She didn’t care anymore.

Master groaned, hand kneading at her breast, the furtive squelch of her fingers in her own slickness becoming Blue's only focus as she tried to divert her attention from the burning strain of her underused muscles. Master’s clothes were in the way of getting to see her beautifully lithe body, but Blue’s imagination more than made up for it as she pictured Master’s delicious pink clit and her perfect nipples and her pale skin.

“Master…”

Blue was tiring quickly, but Master’s foot hadn’t relaxed to let her down from her position. In fact, the pressure against her pussy was building, the tension of her master’s oncoming climax apparent.

Master finally came with a breathy and unmistakably feminine moan of pleasure. Her leg jerked in a small, involuntary spasm, the top of her foot slapping wetly against Blue’s soaking pussy in a hot spark of sensation before it fell limp against the floor.

Blue prayed that was permission enough for her to relax. It didn't really matter, because she couldn't hold her position any longer, ass thudding against the floor as she dropped in exhaustion.

Master looked down at her through half-lidded eyes, hand tucked into her pants. Part of Blue wanted to dive in her lap to bask in Master's post-orgasm softness, but the other— lower— half still wanted something else. She would ask just one more time before she surrendered to the throbbing disappointment of unfulfilled arousal.

“Master,” Blue said breathlessly, rocking her hips into the carpet, “your pet is so wet, so desperate for your permission she can't stand it anymore. Please... allow your needy little toy to come.”

The next few seconds felt like the longest pause in Blue’s entire life. The heat of her flushed skin only exaggerated the cooling slick of her pussy. She was so horny she could have come from a breeze.

Then Master tilted her head. “You may.”

“Oh... thank you,” Blue said, instantly hunching over, hand going straight between her legs.

Her immediate problem was that she couldn’t use her fingers with the mitts, but she was motivated and humped desperately against the glove, her own slickness making it difficult to find any friction against the smooth, wet leather. To compensate, she mashed her hand against her clit and rode it hard.

Despite how aroused she was, it still took several minutes of rutting against her mitted fist to get close again. Her thighs burned with the strain of her effort, and she was so focused on getting the angle just right, that she didn’t pay any attention to the breathless grunts of pleasure that slipped from her lips.

By the time she finally reached her peak she was sweating, and she tensed and ground herself into the mitt as her inner muscles squeezed in satisfaction. A dopey sort of gratification flooded her, and she looked up to see Master was watching her with thinly veiled arousal, palm kneading gently at herself through her pajamas.

When the last tingling sparks of her orgasm faded, Blue slumped forwards until her cheek pressed against the carpet, hand still between her legs.

Master nudged her shoulder with a foot. “Well, pet? You’re not done. Clean up after yourself, and then you can come take care of your master."

Blue dragged her mitted hand up to her face and gave a few cursory licks before crawling eagerly between Master’s legs for the main event. Master lifted her hips enough to drag her pants down, and Blue leaned in close, inhaling the faint musk of Master’s drying arousal.

Master paid her no mind as Blue licked heartily, long and slow with the flat of her tongue. The act itself was soothing in its own way, the rhythmic motion, the familiar taste of her master.

Master’s hand laid upon her hair as she went about her task, a firm, comforting weight. Her whole body was still softening in the afterglow of her hard won orgasm, and she sagged against the sofa as she worked her mouth and tongue, breath warmly reflected by Master’s legs on either side of her face. She blinked slowly.

Master might have chuckled above her, but her eyelids were already too heavy to reopen, exhausted as she was, with Master’s hand stroking gently at her hair, cheek pressed against a soft, pale thigh.

This is nice, she thought, right before she fell asleep.

It was at least three weeks after that before Master let her have a bath.

“It’s not good for the ink,” she’d said, and even though she washed Blue thoroughly everyday in the shower, it just wasn’t the same.

She’d had to wear the mitts ever since she’d been caught absently scratching the tattoo. It wasn’t exactly a punishment since she hadn’t done anything wrong; Master just enjoyed the way Blue struggled to come when she had only the smooth leather of the mitts to rub against.

But after three weeks she was ready to have them off, and she was also aching to have a nice hot bath. So when Master made to leash her to the bottom of the bed so she could go for a soak in the big tub herself, she decided to bring it up again.

“Master, I don’t need to wear the gloves anymore, it’s fine.” She ran her mitt bravely over the smooth skin of her thigh, masking her surprise at the fact it felt entirely painless and normal. In the beginning, even a slight graze had felt like a cheese grater on a sunburn. It really was doing much better. “See?”

Master’s eyes narrowed and Blue put her hand back on the ground quickly.

“It’s fine,” she repeated, quieter.

“I guess it has been a couple weeks now,” Master reluctantly admitted. She crouched down, and tucked a strand of hair behind Blue’s ear, hand curling to cup her pet’s face. “You want them off that bad?”

Blue nodded shyly, leaning into Master’s palm. “It’s not that I hate them, it’s just…” She chewed her lip, and Master’s thumb brushed it free. “I was hoping that I could join you…?”

“In the bath?”

“Yes.” She flushed a little at the thought. “It’d be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“It would but…” Master paused, “I just don’t know what I’d do to you if you tried something and I had to chase you down naked.”

Blue looked up quickly. “I-I won’t. I just want to relax… with you.” As beautiful and terrifying as Master running naked sounded, she wasn’t eager to be punished again anytime soon.

Master held out her palm and Blue placed her hand on top like a dog offering a paw. Master removed the mitts and tossed them up on the bed.

“Come on then.”

Happily, Blue crawled after her, finding a comfy spot on a fluffy bathmat to pick at the buckles of her ankle and wrist cuffs.

She was immediately distracted from her task by the amazing, front row view of her master’s ass. Her heart squeezed in her chest at the stunning perfection of Master’s body, and she stared like a dumb idiot as Master slowly undressed, letting her pants fall to the floor in a heap. She so rarely saw Master entirely naked that she felt compelled to memorize every mole and scar. And when Master peeled her shirt off next, Blue's eyes instantly went to her tattoo.

Black, twisting smoke and thunder surrounded the roaring tiger on her bicep, spreading all the way from her mid-forearm up onto her shoulder where it bubbled out to envelop a fierce hannya mask on her upper back. Master's tiger was more fierce than her own tattoo, but they were definitely a matching pair. Hers was aggressive and powerful, striking out into the storm. Blue’s was similarly styled, but instead of an offensive posture it was facing inwards, protectively curled around the floral emblem on her thigh.

Even nude, Master had more strength and presence than Blue ever did. She loved the defined muscles of her master’s legs and arms, and her lovely, pert breasts. How had such a gorgeous woman picked her?

“Hurry up, it’s cold out here,” Master said, putting a hand on her hip, hardened nipples proudly confirming her statement.

Blue quickly set her cuffs aside and scrambled over the edge of the bath, groaning as she stepped into the hot water and immediately sinking down to her chin. Her skin prickled with the sudden shift in temperature, and then she went limp, letting her arms float.

“Scoot,” Master said, lightly slapping at her shoulder.

Master slipped into the water behind Blue, her body soft yet hard, legs filling the space behind and to either side of her pet’s. She wrapped her arms around Blue’s stomach and Blue softened into the embrace, letting her head droop against Master’s collarbone.

They rested together in silence, Master’s breathing steady and even in her ear. She slid her hand over Master’s under the water, a sudden silly urge passing through her mind that she’d like to hold hands. After all the lewd things they’d done together and to each other, that should be no big deal… right?

But she was reluctant to break the peaceful silence, so she traced her fingertips over Master’s arms and knuckles instead, marveling at how their bodies fit so perfectly together.

After a while, Master sighed and grabbed the washcloth from the side of the bath to clean herself.

“Master… can I help you with that?” Blue motioned to the cloth and held out a hesitant hand.

There was a flicker of surprise in Master’s eyes, and then she handed over the washcloth and relaxed as Blue went to work.

She was gentle, holding Master’s arm out to clean her shoulder, her wrist, in between her fingers. Working on the second arm, she suddenly realized she hadn’t thought this through. Once both arms were done the only logical place to do next was Master’s torso and... her boobs.

Luckily the hot bath had already given her a fair blush or else she’d be turning even redder as she circled the cloth around the firm bumps of Master’s nipples. Master wasn’t exactly small, but she was lean and built proportionately. Still, Blue was more than a little mesmerized by the softness and feel of her breasts, especially when one of her fingertips slipped from the cloth and touched skin to skin directly.

She could only imagine what that supple skin would feel like on her lips. What beautiful noises would Master make if Blue used her tongue on those pretty pink nipples?

“Don’t get carried away, pet,” Master smirked knowingly, “finish your task.”

Embarrassed, Blue ducked her head and moved the cloth down to Master’s stomach. Her hand paused when she went lower, eyes flicking up for permission. Master gave a slight nod and Blue cleaned her quickly and carefully, before moving down to her legs and feet.

“Master, do you want me to get your back too?”

There was the gentle slosh of water against the side of the tub as Master shifted to face the other way. Blue stifled a laugh when Master slumped her shoulders and arched herself into the washcloth like a cat while Blue moved the cloth around her shoulder blades and down her spine. From her new vantage point, she could see a pinkish scar only a few centimeters long just above Master’s hipbone.

Out of some strange compulsion, Blue trailed her fingertips over the scar. Master twitched, barely, but let her look. Was she a little bit ticklish?

“How did you get this, Master?” Blue asked.

“Knife.” Master said, reaching to touch the scar with her own hand. “When I was about nineteen.”

Blue could hardly remember what she’d been doing at nineteen? Finding an apartment?

Master really was a whole other breed of person. She lifted the cloth to continue when Master suddenly spoke up.

“I was doing a collection,” she said. “The target kept hired security outside, keeping thugs and debtors away. Nobody else could get in so they sent me. I befriended their teenage daughter at the mall. Went home to their big, fancy house. And when she stepped out of the room, I threatened them.”

Blue was quiet, wishing she could see Master’s expression. She thought about laying a comforting hand over Master’s but… Did she even need comfort right now?

“They didn’t think I was legitimate. I looked a little too innocent still I guess. So I grabbed the girl when she came back in the room and she had a kitchen knife in her hand.” Master mimed a downward stabbing motion.

Blue winced, knowing that was the worst possible thing that girl could have done. If a younger Master was anything like current Master, this story wasn’t going to have a happy ending. Blue’s punishment for a lesser offense still haunted her dreams.

“Did you…” Blue wasn’t entirely sure what she meant to ask. Did you kill the girl? Did you get the money?

Master sighed. “I wasn’t very happy with the assignment in the first place, so my reaction was not something that pets like you need to know about. Needless to say, I got what was owed and the girl lived, but they never missed a payment again.”

“That’s…”

Scary? Disturbing? Sad? Blue let her hands fall into her own lap. Was she just as messed up as Master for feeling sorry for her? How do you end up like that at nineteen?

Master sighed and turned to face Blue, taking the cloth and setting it aside.

Back to business.

“Speaking of work, I’m going to be very busy the next week or so.”

Blue frowned. “Oh.”

That meant Blue was going to be spending a lot of time in the cage, since Master only trusted her to be free in the house when she was home.

A wave of preemptive loneliness washed over her. She was finally allowing herself to enjoy Master’s company, and now she was going to have to do without.

Master used two fingers to lift Blue’s chin, her bright, mahogany eyes alight with a touch of concerned curiosity. “What?” she said.

“It’s just… I don’t want to be alone.”

Blue winced at her own meek voice, hating how pathetic she sounded. Master had a job to do, and Blue was just supposed to wait around until she could be useful.

Master tugged Blue into her lap and rested her chin on her hair. “Well, I have to work. Maybe you need something to keep you busy while I’m gone, hm?”

Blue tensed. Was ‘keeping busy’ a good or bad thing? Had she put her foot in her mouth again? Master reached for the bath plug and the water gurgled noisily as it drained away.

“I’m sure I can think of something.”