Page 8 of Thicker Than Blood

“You’ll learn, Amari. You’ll learn what it means to be nothing,” I whispered against her ear.

She whimpered like the animal she was becoming and I chuckled in delight at the sound. I stood up to observe her posture, kneeling on her hands and knees with her ass in the air.

“Good girl,” I said, sneering at her.

“P-please…don’t…M-Master,” she begged through her pathetic stuttering, placing her paws on my shoes.

“Now, now. Is that how a bitch talks?” I asked, shaking her paws off my foot, to place it on the small of her back. “Show me how a good bitch begs her Master. Bark for me.”

When she didn't bark I pressed my foot on her until she began to bark.

“Wuf…woof, woof…woof,” she barked and I lifted my foot off her.

“This is your new identity. A pet bitch.Mypet bitch. You’ll wear this and learn to obey. You’ll bark, you’ll fetch and grovel at my feet. You will do it all willingly because if you don't—” I said with malice, trailing off to let the implication hang in the air between us.

I picked up the knee straps from the bed before switching them out for the simple ones. The only item left was her tail. I rummaged around in the drawers until I found the lube, deciding to show her some mercy since it was her first day.

When I turned to face her, she remained in the same spot I left her in. Her breasts dangled down with her bells close to the wooden floor. My revenge wouldn't be complete until I created the perfect little whore who begged for her Master’s cock. My eyes trailed over her body as I walked toward her, stopping behind her ass. Her golden brown large mounds of flesh were a fucking work of art.

“Spread your legs, Amari,” I said my voice low and rough.

She didn't move immediately and I was about to boot her when she parted her legs. My lips parted when I saw her tightly, sealed dark hole waiting for its tail. Below her asshole lay plump labia lips, showing the slight hint of her pussy hole, waiting to be parted and explored.

“Ti òmorfi pòrni,” I whispered to myself.What a beautiful whore.

The flawless set of holes would need to earn its Master’s cock.

Chapter 6

Amari

Numb. I wanted to be numb. To shut my brain off and dull my senses to what was happening. The constant pain from the long nipple clamps made it impossible to blockhimout. The mask helped by shutting the afternoon light out, but the heat of my breath against the leather made me pant. I was getting fresh oxygen from two sides of the mask where the nose was, but condensation was still building up.

He stood behind me and the tension caused my entire body to become rigid. I didn't dare move. My ears pricked up when he muttered something I didn't understand. He was speaking in the Greek language. Christos used a few words but I didn't understand what Stef—Master said. I cringed and closed my eyes at the word Master. He was my Master for as long as he wanted to be.

You’ll learn what it means to be nothing.

His words were ringing in my ears. I would become nothing. My head hung down in defeat and I stared at the black paws on my hands, ignoring the constant pain biting into my nipples. A slave dog, I wasn't permitted to be a human.

What kind of hell was this?!

“Why did you have an STI test carried out three months ago? You may speak.”

At this point I wasn't even shocked that he had this information.

“I found out my boyfriend cheated on me,” I said flatly.

“Have you fucked anybody else since?”

“No.”

“How many men have you fucked?”

“Three,” I said spitting the word out into the mask.

This asshole was a renowned international playboy and he had the cheek to question my past. I should be asking him if he has been tested.

“Pity. Don’t worry, I will train you,” he said, slapping me on my rear. “Shouldn't you show me some gratitude?”

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