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“Hard to see it as anything else, but it could also just be the simplest way to get Daisy without having you hand her over,with the side effect of showing you how vulnerable you are to someone of his power. The reality is that he can go into most anyone’s head and have them open the door and let him in. We can put retina scanners on your doors so he’ll need your eye in your head with the blood still pumping through it to get the door open, but it isn’t likely to stop him from getting in.”

Chapter 35

Daisy

Have you ever felt like everything wasoff? Like the universe changed channels and you didn’t? The last time I’d made a journal entry before everything felt wrong, my laptop had told me it was Tuesday. I’m almost certain of it. But then Master took it from me and I didn’t get it back for a few weeks. His schedule changed, so he wasn’t working fifteen-hour days anymore, and he stayed home with me four or five days, I think. Also, it was like I could smell things better, but when it faded, I thought maybe I’d imagined it.

When I finally got my laptop back, it felt like the timing was off, but I couldn’t be certain. Like the laptop thought it’d been longer than I thought it’d been, since I’d had it.

Also, my collar and cuffs didn’t hurt my ankles, wrists, and collarbones for several days, and then everything hurt again, but Master didn’t relent, and he made me keep to my same workout schedule.

Eventually, as he said, I got used to them, but he added another kind of training onto my daily regimen during this time.

“We can tighten your anal muscles by making you work out while wearing a heavy plug with a narrow neck, but we train your pussy to squeeze my dick in other ways.” He showed me a narrow piece of metal, a ball on the end of the six-inch-long rod. The ball was slightly smaller than a golf ball, and the rod about as big around as my pinkie finger. There was a hook on the end of the rod.

He stood me in his bedroom under the ceiling hook, and my hands were connected over my head. A spreader bar went between my legs, so wide I’d have fallen without my arms strung up over me. My wrists weren’t bearing my weight, but they were certainly keeping me from toppling over.

Without warning, he stuck the odd tool inside me, and then strapped a butterfly on over my clit. He touched something on his phone and the vibrating butt plug in my ass came to life at the same time the butterfly did. My legs were bound apart, my arms over my head, and there was no way to escape the pleasure. Somehow, Master always knows when I’m about to orgasm, and when I was right on the edge, he grabbed my nipples and said, “Come for me, little flower, but don’t lose the training device!”

When you orgasm, your muscles spasm, and that means they open and close, kind of. IknewI wasn’t going to be able to hold onto it, but there was nothing I could do about it.

When it hit the floor, he turned the butterfly off with his phone, waited a few seconds as if he was making a decision, and then turned the plug off before he walked to the wall and returned with the cane. “One strike this time, two the next, and so on. You get five tries today.”

I didn’t know how many strikes that would be, but it was a shitload more than I wanted.

And it’s crazy, but the single cane stroke, even though it hurt something awful, made my clit throb and my empty pussy wish to be filled — but with a dick, not with a skinny piece of metal.

I tried not to come when he turned everything on again, but with vibrations in my ass and on my clit, plus the bondage, I was on the edge again within moments, and my pussy obeyed him when he ordered me to come.

I held onto the device longer this time, but it fell out again. The very second it did, he turned both vibes off at the same time. The orgasm wasn’t finished, and I whimpered in frustration.

“Two this time. Arch your back and push your ass out a little to show me you accept the consequences.”

Fuck, I didn’t want to do that, but no way would I refuse that kind of order. I swear he hit harder this time, and I could tell he was going to make his way down my ass and onto my thighs. I added up how many more strikes I was going to get if I couldn’t hold it in. I’d had three, plus three is six, plus four is ten, plus five is fifteen.

My eyes were watering when I stood and waited for him to stick the training device back inside me. “The hook is for me to add weights. When you can do this five times in a row, we add weights to it and work up.”

I didn’t manage to hold onto it any of the times, and he made his way partway down my thighs with the cane and then started at the top again, but angled, instead of straight, and it hurtsomuch worse, over the top of previous cane marks.

When the ordeal was finally over, he made me kiss the training device and the cane, and he tossed them both on the bed and released me. “Wipe the cane down, wash the training tool, put everything away, then meet me in the living room to run through your positions. Tomorrow, you’ll try six times. The next day, you’ll try seven times. When we add weight, it goes back to five times and builds again.”

And so it went, but the punishment was different each day. On Monday it was the cane, on Tuesday it was the electro-butt-plug that shocked the fuck out of me. Wednesday, it was the cane to the fronts of my thighs, instead of the back, and it returned to the cane on my ass on Thursday.

Even after Master went back to work, this happened every damned day. Some of my training only happened on his off-days, but not this.

At first, Master had gone to work fifteen hours a day, three days a week, but after the whole time-warp thing, he was onlygone twelve hours a day, three days a week, though he often left on Saturday morning and didn’t return until Sunday afternoon, or occasionally Sunday night. I knew he could watch me and hear me, though I had no way to hear from him.

When I was crying one day, he came home and held me, and when I tried really hard to figure out how to get loose from my chain while in the bathroom, facing a direction I couldn’t imagine he’d found a place to hide a camera, he came home and spanked my hands with this wide piece of thick leather than hurt likefuck. My palms were beet red when he finished, and I got the message — he can see me wherever I am.

I’d looked for the cameras a few times, and I’d found some tiny little lenses in lamps while I dusted them, which made sense, since that meant there was an easy way to provide electricity to them. I also found one where the screw of a light switch would normally be, and once I found it, I realized how easy it was for him to put them all over the fucking place.

I tested it one day by masturbating where I didn’t think he could see, and when he got home that night, he put me on the fucking machine and left me on it with all three holes being fucked for two hours — and then he only disconnected the mouthfucker, and left the other two going the rest of the night. I was soooo sore when he finally turned it off, and he’d clicked my right wrist and ankle together, then my left wrist and ankle, and fucked me hard, hurting my already bruised cervix until I screamed and begged for relief.

There’d been no mercy and no relief, though, and when he came — without giving me permission to do so, he flipped me over to knees and chest, and fucked my asshole.

“So fucking tight. All swollen and hot. I should do this more often.Fuck, if I’d taken your ass first I’d have blown in minutes.”

But he’d already come once, which meant he also fucked my ass a long time before he finally came. This time, though, Iwasn’t evencloseto an orgasm, and it just fucking hurt the whole time.

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