Itâs about half two in the afternoon, we had food and have already fucked twice today, but iâm now resting in the guest bedroom having some quiet time. Iâm not leaving until tomorrow morning so we still have plenty of time and iâm in no rush. However i should really have considered how addicting my noises are, how desperate my body makes you, how much you Need me. If i hadnât had my headphones on, maybe i would have heard you come in? i did think it was odd that you moved the mirror before i came for this visit, but if it was where it typically stood then i would have noticed you holding the rope that i brought.
Of course, the rope wasnât too necessary for its typical use, you had thought ahead and restraining me seemed easier After step one. Between the moment the rope passed into view and the moment that you pulled it tight around my neck, straddling me as i lay on my front, i didnât have time to react but to try to feebly grab at it. Your pull tightened, unrelenting, we both knew how strong you were; the only reason i was even trying to fight back in my position was panic. It was a couple of minutes of thrashing and choking later that you had what you needed, i was limp in your arms. The rope had left a Particularly pretty red line around my throat that would absolutely bruise beautifully. Making sure not to wake me, you started on step two.
My eyes opened slowly with rising confusion, followed by panic when i recognised the situation. Soreness was all over my body, but what caused me the most distress was the sound of cars passing by on the road in front of me coupled with the feeling of wind against my bare skin. I had been stripped -naturally- and taken outside, arms and legs folded and wrapped in the caution tape we used before, only this time much tighter. I was placed on the swing seat in the back garden, rope used to secure me to it, leaning over the back so that my helpless ass was clear and visible. It had taken me a few seconds to realise my situation, though the headache from the prior asphyxiation wasnât clearing.
You started with some distance. a solid two or three meters behind me, certainly out of line of sight. You had me in full view, could see my genuine but ineffectual attempts at escape and pleading. I didnât even notice you were in the garden with me until the first whip crack. Not the sort that would come from a cute toy, a genuine, dangerous bullwhip. It arced cleanly through the air, cutting it as easy as it cut my exposed ass. A red welt appeared on my left check which swiftly started to bleed, and i cried out with everything i had as the breeze stung at the torturous sensation. You were kind enough not to let me stew in the pain though, and a second crack came just as sharp -if a little harder- as the last. A second cut, this one on my right cheek. Another scream from deep in my sore throat was making its was out before the third crack, and the fourth. Over and over. Every few cracks youâd step forward and swap for a different âtoyâ, a smaller one, a sharper one, until you were stood right next to me, could smell the blood dripping from my ass and hear the sobbing pleading that was muffled lightly by blood from where i had bit my tongue.
The next step was to grip me by the hair and pull. Having pain from both ends of my body at the same time startled me, and it wasnât too hard to drag me across the cool grass over to nearby the hose. You took it from the wall and turned it on, ignoring the desperate whimpers and pathetic but cute kicking to spray me down, washing the blood from my scarring ass. A couple minutes of washing done, and you sat me up, wrapped my collar far too tight around my throat and attached the chain to a tree, too high up for me to reach with my arms restrained. Then, you went inside to smoke.
I could see the cars driving past, occasionally saw a person looking towards me, but nobody stopped, nobody listened. Your neighbors were too familiar with my screams already and they couldnât differentiate between joy and fear in them. I cried for hours, then sat shivering and still, waiting for anything. Eventually you came outside and i had to stop myself from being thankful. I knew none of this was what we had done before, nothing like it. I had safeworded a thousand times at least and you just told me to stop barking. Being dragged indoors by the collar wouldnât convince me that youâd decided i was a person again, especially not when you dragged me into the toilet with you.
A couple of years later and you saw the news: âmissing persons case abandonedâ, and scratched behind the ears of the fat pet under your desk, knowing it wouldnât recognise the picture the news used, not through the new piercings, tattoos, layers of good feeding and hard abuse. I was still fighting, but it barely felt like it at this point. Wouldnât be too long before you could train me to start making money from your clients. What a cute pet.
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