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There was no question, so I couldn’t respond. I could only lie in his arms. When I was nearly asleep, all warm and cozy and mostly vertical, he started asking questions. He wanted to know my favorite foods, what I considered my biggest comfort foods, what I detested. I told him things I just didn’t like, and not my most hated, but he put the damned nipple clamps back on, and I told him every food I could think of that I hate.

He asked about my workout routine, and when I told him I do yoga, he instructed me to go through my routine.

And he sat and watched in silence for the forty-five minutes it took me to go through all the poses I know, and to hold them and sink into each of them.

By this time, at least a week after signing the contract though it felt like much longer, I was used to him handling me, and I wasno longer mortified about being naked all the time. I’d yet to see him without his jeans on, but that was fine with me.

I almost always had something in my pussy, and I’d been horny a great deal because of that, but I’d yet to have an orgasm. I’d gotten terribly close a few times, and it felt like he was binding me into different positions with a dildo inside me in some kind of scientific manner, as if he was trying to figure out which positions were a turn-on and which weren’t.

I camereallyclose to an orgasm while I was bound over the back of the sofa, because I finally got pressure on my clit, but before I could work myself over, he put a spreader bar between my legs and changed the way I was leaned over it enough, I couldn’t get pressure on my clit.

And then I was just frustrated all over again.

When he left me so he could sleep that night, or at least I assume it was night, I was on my feet, leaned over at the waist, with my wrists connected to the front of my collar. I wore an actual waist cincher now, connected to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The waist cincher went from just under my boobs all the way down over my hips, and it was connected at the top and bottom. I could lift my legs and put all my weight on it, and it wasn’t terribly comfortable, but it didn’t hurt, either.

I knew better than to beg him not to leave me like this, though. If I said anything intelligible, he’d put the horrid bit gag with the extra tongue depressor in my mouth, and then I’d be evenmoremiserable.

How many times had he left me to sleep? I counted the positions in my head and realized this should be the seventh night. Or was it the eighth? I’d slept before we signed the contract, and little did I know it’d be the last time I was allowed the luxury of sleeping in a bed for so motherfucking long.

Before he closed the door, he told me, “We’ll begin oral training tomorrow, before breakfast, so you can learn to take mycock down your throat. You’ll get a new rule tomorrow, but you’ll write it out before we begin training, instead of after breakfast.”

And didn’t that just set my mind to spinning? On the third morning, I think, he’d handed me a lined piece of paper and had me write a number one, and then told me to write,I will not speak unless asked a direct question.

Later in the day, after another meal, he’d had me write a number two, and my next rule,I will use an honorific every time I speak to Master.Siris fine during relaxed conversations or when in public, butMasterwill be used anytime I’m being trained for any reason, or being used as a sexual object. There may be situations where I’m instructed not to do so, but they will be rare. I will learn appropriate usage through trial and error.

On another occasion after our meal, he’d put the paper and pen before me, and had me write a number three, and then,I will only speak the absolute honest truth when I talk to Master.

And Master had clarified that, because it’s possible to be dishonest without telling an actual lie, he wanted to be clear that deceit by omission isn’t acceptable, and the point of this rule is about being honest as well as telling the truth.

Chapter 16

Dozer

I didn’t know how much more time I’d have to get her to ask me to fuck her, but my instincts told me I needed to push the timetable.

While I was in the hardware store, I’d turned my regular phone on long enough to message Brain that I was going off the grid for two weeks, possibly as long as three, but if it went longer than two weeks, I’d let him know I was okay at that time. We have code words to use if we’re truly okay, and other code words to use if there’s a problem but we can’t include it in the message. I’d used the one to indicate I was fine, but that wouldn’t stop him from looking for me, and if Brain really wants to find you, he will.

I’d also left a voice message for Duke, also with the appropriate code word to let him know I was truly fine, apologizing for leaving my duties without giving notice, but that I had a personal issue to handle.

We were on our fourth day, though I’d been fucking with the time she slept and woke, so when I fed her in a few hours, it would be our seventh breakfast together. If she was keeping track, she’d think she’d been with me a week. I wanted her to keep track, so she was put into a different pose every ‘night’, and we had a different breakfast every ‘morning’. Bacon and eggs, sausage and eggs, oatmeal and eggs, pancakes and eggs. Today,we were having steak and eggs because I’d walked to a nearby grocery store while she slept.

The problem with never letting her have more than two or three hours of sleep at a time meant I wasn’t getting a lot of sleep, either. I napped some while I had her in predicament bondage, so I was getting more than her, but not a whole lot more.

I took her to the kitchen table before we started oral training, because even though I wasn’t feeding her yet, it felt important she write out her next rule in the same place.

I gave her the entire rule all at once, and she began writing immediately while she chewed at her bottom lip. So adorable.

Master’s slave is not allowed an orgasm unless one of Master’s body parts is inside of her mouth, pussy, or ass.

Her scent told me she was both conflicted and aroused, and that worked for me.

I tossed a sofa cushion on the floor, pointed to it, and gave her the pose number that would have her kneeling with her ass on her feet, her knees spread wide, and her hands folded behind her back. She was getting better at moving into position semi-gracefully, and she did about as well as she was capable at the time, so I didn’t reprimand her.

I spun the cushion around so I’d have her profile when I was on the sofa, and then I took a seat, wrapped one hand around the base of her skull, and touched a dildo to her lips. She opened without my having to tell her, and I gave her instructions. We started with her licking and sucking, and then I ordered her to lean forward and take it all the way into her throat.

She could not, which is what I’d expected.

“Oh, you really suck at this, don’t you? Here, let me do it for you a few times.” I kept my voice low and even. Nonchalant. No anger, no reprimand, nothing but the truth.

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