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"You're such a good pet."

"Thank you, sir."

Sawyer ran a hand down his pet's body, resting his hand on its thigh when it opened itself up for him. He kissed the back of its neck. "You've done such a good job helping to train the girl, too. I think you both deserve a little reward."

"Thank you, sir. What would you like me to do?"

"I'll be staying in town for work this week. After chores and dinner, put her in the lace collar and bring her here. Cuddle her, touch her a bit, but don't hurt her. I want her to relax in bed more, and this should make everyone happy."

"Do you want me to fuck her?"

"Heh, only if she wants it. Unless she's difficult about the cuddling in my bed, then drag her down to the cellar and fuck her in respect position and let her sleep down there. Make sure she knows you're still getting the bed either way. Then give her a fresh chance the next night. Understood?"

"Understood, sir. Um, question?"

"What?"

"How long do you want me to go, if I have to punish her?"

Sawyer grinned, his perfect little pet. "As long as you like, call it your reward this week." He smiled against his pet's skin as he felt its jaw move, a question it was deciding to ask. "You can cum in her if you truly think I would let you if you could hear me." He pulled his pet in for a kiss. "I trust you to know by now what I would and wouldn't allow from you. And I'll be watching you, hmm? I'll make sure you know you've done bad before you make it a habit."

"Of course, sir. Thank you, sir."

Sawyer had cameras around the house, in the early days so he could keep an eye on his new and untested pet while he was away, to make sure it followed the rules. He didn't even have them recording after a time to save storage space when he was satisfied behavior wasn't a problem, and would just check the live feed on occasion. With the new pup in training he had turned recording back on. Logger knew where most of them were, he would look to them occasionally as if he would get a response or permission from them. Gracie seemed to be in the dark except for the one in the basement. Which was all well and good, he did want that one to relax in bed more.

He squeezed its thigh before patting it on the ass. "Alright, get up, get dressed. I'm hungry."

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Grace grit her teeth at the cold stream of water. It was more bearable now to shower outside, now that she was allowed to actually hold the sprayer and wash herself off, rather than being leashed to the floor and hosed off and touched.

The temperature was much more manageable when she learned to flicker the stream over one arm before sustaining it for a moment, then repeating on the other, then the outside of each leg, then the more sensitive thighs and armpits and chest, making sure her back was sufficiently desensitized to the cold before soaking her hair with it. A process she never thought she would have to follow so specifically back when she could control the temperature of the water.

She wordlessly handed the sprayer off to Logger while she soaped. There was a time when it would have been embarrassing to shower like this, under the open sky behind a shed in the woods, with a man next to her sharing the sprayer, but over the last year that had become the least of her concerns. It's not like her body was a secret to him anymore.

To It, the pet who did anything its master wanted. When told to jump, it only asked how high. Sickening. Its like it never realized it could Just Leave while Sawyer was at work, he wasn't here everyday. Logger had keys to the house, to the training collar, hell to the Gun Safe, and still he never thought to leave, only help his master keep her trapped here. She took the sprayer back to rinse off the soap.

Back inside, with all the dirt and bugs of the garden washed off, she only had the skin crawling feeling of only being allowed a set of Sawyer's old shirts to wear indoors to deal with, but it was better than nothing, that much she had been made aware. They made dinner, which really wasn't a two person job if they weren't making something for Sawyer. The meals they were allowed when on their own usually came out of a can or something equally cheap and easy.

Logger still made her kneel before Sawyer's chair to get her collar taken off and get permission to eat, even when he wasn't here. "You should still practice until it becomes habit," he said when she had tried fighting it. She wished she could at least take the collar off herself, but she was told no to that as well, and put in the shock collar as punishment when she had tried.

With dinner eaten and cleaned up, she was allowed some level of free time. Logger tended to stay in the living room, so Grace found a corner in the pantry to hide in and read a book off the living room shelf she stashed in there. Well, it wasn't really hiding, since Logger knew where she was, but it was a corner she could wedge herself into that was away from Logger. He always came in to tell her when it was time to get locked in the pet crate in the living room to sleep.

But this night was different. When he came for her, he didn't let her go straight for the crate. She stiffened as he put an arm around her waist and-

"Hey, wait. Sawyer said we can have the bed tonight."

The bed. A shiver ran through her. She knew what the price of the bed was.

"No, hey, look at me." His voice was soft, trying to be calming. "It's not like that. You've already earned it, you've been so good lately."

Was there a way out of this? Couldn't he just let her go to her crate as usual?

"Shh, it's ok. C'mon, you'll feel better under the sheets." He wiped her face where a tear had fallen.

"Do I have to? He's not even here." Although the bark collar hadn't been used on her in weeks, her voice still came out as a whisper, as if to avoid setting the shock off.

Logger leaned in close. "Yeah, you kind of do. Please, it'll be easier."

She took a step back. "Please don't."

"Gracie, please. It's a reward, I'm not going to fuck you, ok? It's just sleep. You did good work in the yard today, but you're probably sore. Please come with me."

She did hurt, all over from several days in a row now of all day in the yard and a thin mattress to sleep on in the small crate. She looked at him, he seemed sincere.

She nodded, and let him lead her to the bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, scared to go in, scared of what accepting this gift would mean. She stared straight ahead as Logger came around to sit behind her, the mattress dipping under their combined weight.

"Hey, relax, ok?"

His arm snaked around her torso into a hug, before she felt him put something soft around her neck.

"No, please," he grabbed her wrist when she reached up to take it off. "please just let me sleep in the crate, I'll be good there, please don't do this."

"You know the rules, we have to wear the correct collar for the activity. You're sleeping in the bed, you wear the ribbon. Its not even too tight, see? I can fit two fingers in. You're fine."

"I don't want to sleep in the bed, please let me go, Logger, please."

He held her face and forcibly turned her head, so she was forced to meet his eyes. His tone had been a casual practical one until this point, now taking on a deadly seriousness. "Your master is giving you a gift-"

She struggled hard to get out of his grip, but he overpowered her, pinning her to the bed with his full body-weight pressed against her.

"Your master is being kind and giving you a gift. Be grateful for it, accept it. He is giving us the bed to sleep in. That's it. I'm not going to fuck you here. Not tonight, not this week. But if you can't accept his gift, there will be a punishment."

She struggled again, freeing a hand this time to strike him. He seemed largely unfazed by the frantic blow to his chest, and only settled his bare groin more firmly to the bed between her equally exposed legs as he adjusted his grip on her. She could feel him getting hard, before abruptly pulling her up from the mattress and marching her out of the bedroom.

She was grateful for a moment, but he did not bring her to the crate in the living room. Instead he dragged her to the basement steps.

"Can you stop struggling while on the stairs, at least?" he hissed in her ear.

"I'll be good on the bed, please, not the basement, please."

"You had your chance. I warned you, and then you hit me. That's two rules broken. You know, most handlers would consider this level of struggle to be resisting punishment, a third offense."

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and he threw her to the ground in the center of the room. "Respect Position, now, or you'll be holding it all night."

She winced as she kneeled on bruised knees, not in any less pain from how she fell. Bowing deeply, she closed her eyes as she pressed her forehead to the floor, hands shaking as she folded them nicely in front of her.

"Shirt off, then maintain position"

She complied, and registered that the ribbon was gone from her neck.

He approached, shirtless now as well, and knelt to slip a thick kevlar collar under and around her neck to replace the ribbon.

"No, please, I did it. I got into position!"

"It's just a tether. Move forward, stay on your knees."

He dragged her forward, until he could lock the short chain to the drain in the floor. She shivered from the cold concrete floor on her bare skin, but she didn't dare move now. If Sawyer was here, she would be worried about a belting or caning to her exposed back, but Logger didn't seem to be authorized to give the kind of punishments that left a mark. Usually she would be put in the cage, possibly denied food for a time. If Sawyer wanted her hurt, he would do it himself when he returned. Whatever Logger was about to do, she could handle it.

He settled behind her, and clipped the shock clip to the collar, the prongs digging into her throat. She shuddered, but didn't let out a sound.

"Knees apart, pup." He said into her ear, pushing them apart almost gently. "This will only hurt as much as you make it."

She closed her eyes and tried to keep her revulsion in check, at least while the shock clip was active. Logger was rarely as rough as his master, even now it was hard to tell if the fingers caressing between her legs was a small merciful attempt to cause less pain, or something to elongate the torture.

He lined himself up all the same, and set a pace into her. His breath was hot and wet on her neck, and her thighs burned with the effort of keeping her hips up where he had pushed them to.

She held position, despite the pain. The more she complied, the sooner it would be over. Even when the shock clip registered her ragged breathing and sent a wave of electricity through her, she held still in Logger's embrace.

"Breathe." he reminded her, and pressed his lips to her shoulder as he resumed pace. Right. Breathe. Breathe softly, breathe steadily. In, hold, out, hold. Slower, repeat.

It ended with a shudder and a moan from him, and he pulled out leaving cold air in his wake.

"You can release position." She collapsed on her side, curling herself into a hug. She flinched at what she then realized was the oversized shirt being dropped on to her. "Get some rest, there's still work tomorrow. And then you'll get another chance to accept your master's reward and join me in the bed."