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I moved my legs, and this time, when he lifted me and put me back down, he wasn’t slamming right into my cervix, and I moaned in pleasure to let him know it worked for me.

And then he proceeded to use me like a great big fleshlight, moving me up and down on his cock until I needed to come. Before I could tell him I was close, he ordered, “Come on my cock, little Daisy. Squeeze those cunt muscles and let me feel it.”

My butt was still flaming hot, and that heat must’ve transferred to my pussy, becausefuck, it was like I became the orgasm, like I didn’t exist, only the pleasure did, and Master kept moving me even after I was coming, until I thought I’d die from bliss. The walls around us fell away until it was just us and the universe, inundated by ecstasy.

When the orgasm finally waned, he left me on his dick, but let me lean forward onto him, and he folded his arms around me, and it wasperfect. Is it wrong to fall in love with your captor? Because I was head-over-heels in love with my Master, and the idea he might want me to leave and go off on my own in five years suddenly terrified me.

Chapter 32

Dozer

Because my brothers had to step up and cover my shifts, it was expected I’d work twelve-hour shifts for a while so they could have some time off, but I didn’t need to give Daisy too much time alone. I came up with a schedule of three fifteen-hour days, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, with four days off each week, and both Brain and Duke signed off on it.

That meant I had to set her up with enough food and activities on those days to keep her occupied. I assigned her two workout periods per day, one with cardio and flexibility training, the other with cardio and strength training, with some flexibility work near the end. That took up nearly four hours of her day. I also gave her an ancient laptop without any networking capabilities, no hardware for Wi-Fi or cell service, so there was no way to access anything, and gave her some journaling assignments.

And rather than giving her already-prepared food, I put a small refrigerator in her cell, and put everything in she’d need to fix a salad. I also had the fixings for different kinds of sandwiches, and tons of raw veggies.

She didn’t have a knife, so the mushrooms and carrots were already sliced. She could tear the lettuce apart, and everything else that might need to be smaller.

If Marco hadn’t been able to assure me there was no chance she’d choose to self-harm, she’d have had to eat with a plasticspork, but since I didn’t have to worry about her stabbing herself with the fork, I could offer her one to eat with. She’d have probably been okay with a knife, but it just seemed a bad idea to provide one, so I didn’t.

And she had a spreadsheet on her ancient laptop, with orders to list every bite of food that went into her mouth, though I had a list of what was available, so I’d know what was missing.

I ordered a permanent collar and cuffs for her — stainless steel rings that look as if they’re solid, but there’s a tiny hole in the inner part, and if you have the right tiny little key, you can open them and take them off.

“Your ankles and wrists will be sore a few weeks,” I told her while I locked them on. “Maybe your collarbones a little, too. You’ll get used to them and that will go away. You can shower in these, so they never have to come off.”

“I’m going to wear them in public, Master?”

“Yes.”

Her scent told me she was mortified by the thought, and I admit I was disappointed by that, but decided not to shame her about it — though we needed some conversations in that general direction. “I thought you wanted to belong to me.”

“I do, Master. I’m working to reach the point so you’ll trust me, and this seems a little like going backwards, Sir.”

Ah, so it wasn’t the fact people would see her that was bothering her. She thought this was about trust, and maybe it was a little, but that wasn’t the reason I’d bought them.

“There are primarily two reasons I measured you and then special ordered them, because the smallest ready-made ones I could find, you’d have just slipped your hands right out of, and the collar would’ve been terribly uncomfortable.”

She met my gaze, waiting for me to go on, and I kissed her nose. There are times I require her to look at my cock or myfeet, but she’s learned that during these kinds of conversations, I want to see her face.

“First, it’s a symbol of ownership. Most people will just think it’s some kind of odd fashion statement, but people in the lifestyle will understand right off the bat that you belong to someone, twenty-four-seven, every damned day of the year, no exceptions, no breaks. Completely and totally owned.”

I imagine there are some people who pay out the ass for them and only use them for scenes, but most people who spring for these mean business.

“Second, it’s about convenience. Mine, not yours. No more taking cuffs off when you shower and locking them back on once you’re dry. If I want to lock you to a chain, I can easily do so. If I want to restrain your hands behind your back, no problem. If I want you on a leash, I just have to hook the leash to any of the five handy connection points.”

There would soon be lots more connection points, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. In the near future, I’d be bringing a piercer to the house to do some genital piercings, and we’d do her nipples while he was at it. I had jewelry from the same outfit who’d done the collar and cuffs, so it would only come out of the piercing with a key. She’d start in the jewelry the piercer put on, but eventually, I’d lock the jewelry on her and use it as yet another way to control her.

“Thank you for explaining, Master. What will the other women in your club think?”

“You’ll tell them you belong to me, and you won’t answer any more questions about it. There are three ol’ladies who are submissive to their men, and two of the three closer to slaves than submissive. They’re punished when they do wrong, and they ask permission for basic things. I have a feeling they may even be a little envious of your fancy jewelry. Several more are submissive during sex, though not outside of it, and they getspanked and given orders while in a scene. Eventually, if you get close to someone and want to talk to them, you’ll tell me about it and we’ll discuss the pros and cons of you doing so, and decide whether it’s a good idea. For now, you’ll just be mysterious about it. If they push, start asking questions you know they won’t want to answer about their men.”

Once, it would’ve bothered me to know how much she and Matty will have in common, but I’d eventually come to terms with Razor and his boy.

Speaking of submissives, I should probably give her a heads-up on Hailey. “Do you know who Mythic Beast is?”

She gave me a “Well,duh,” look I’d have punished her for in the very beginning of our training, but she only held it a split second before she looked down, so I didn’t say anything.

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