Page 33 of Silver

Twelve

Silver

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She’s so close to breaking. Not entirely, of course, but on this issue. She has to be hungry. And her neck is straining from holding her head up. The discomfort alone will help her bend to my will soon.

I know she thinks she hates being treated as a pet. And that’s not quite what I’m doing here. I don’t intend to refer to her as a dog or cat or horse or any other animal—unless she finds out she actually does enjoy that sort of thing.

Nope. This is about debasement and control. Not pet play. I’m knocking her down, lower and lower by the hour, to help her give up the fight and hand control over to me in every way.

She will. It’s just a matter of time.

I’m hoping to make huge strides this weekend so that she won’t have to miss any classes. But if I have to contact her teachers on Monday morning and let them know she’s very sick, I will. Whatever it takes to make sure she’s fully mine before I allow her to venture out of the house.

I won’t be releasing her from this spot after she eats. I fully intend to start training her ass right here. But she will be more comfortable when I remove the plate and bowl and let her rest her head on her folded forearms.

Lightly stroking her pussy lips, I smile to myself. She’s always so wet for me. She can’t help herself. It doesn’t hurt to repeatedly remind her that she’s a dirty girl with filthy needs. Once she accepts that, her life will be so much easier.

I’m not at all frustrated with our progress. I can’t believe how far she’s come in such a short time. I expected it to take her longer to accept the collar, the shackles, the leash, and the kennel. She’s already learning that they will be a part of her daily life.

Her cream runs onto my fingers, and even though she’s fighting the sensations, keeping her lips pursed, she can’t stifle her whimpers of pleasure. Fuck, she’s sexy. My cock is so hard from seeing her in this submissive position. I can’t wait for the day when she lowers herself onto all fours in front of me without hesitation, without the need to be chained to the floor.

“Such a soft pussy… I’ll never tire of stroking your folds. I bet it feels so good, huh? You like it when I edge your sweet cunt, keeping you aroused? Did you think about that when you read it, precious? Have you fantasized about having a Master who would finger your pretty cunt all afternoon without letting you come?”

She clenches, but other than that, she doesn’t move. Good girl…

Eventually, I remove my fingers. She can’t possibly eat with me touching her like this. I keep my hand on her, though, stroking her bottom and outer thigh, waiting patiently.

Finally, she lowers her face to the plate and takes a bite. Her arms are shaking from maintaining this position for so long. It’s fucking hot, watching her struggle. She has to do pushups just to eat. I know I’m perverted and fucked up, but so is she. We’re a matched pair. It won’t take long for her to realize it.

She makes little sounds as she chews and swallows. Sweet noises that warm my heart. I’ve been dreaming of being the man to feed and house her for weeks. Now I have her here, and she’s eating what I prepared for her.

Daphne whimpers when she shifts her attention to the water and tries to lap it up. It’s not easy. I’ve tried it. Scooping food up with my tongue to eat wasn’t very hard, but lapping water out of a bowl is difficult.

I rub her back, up and down her spine, reminding her I’m here. “You’re doing so well, precious.”

By the time she finishes the sandwich, she’s struggling to hold herself up. Taking pity on her, I slide my other hand between her breasts and help her rise to her knees. Then I pick up the water bowl and bring it to her lips. “Drink the rest, precious.”

She accepts my offering, quickly guzzling down the last of the water.

Her face is wet, and crumbs remain at the corners of her mouth, so I wipe my hand over her to clean her up a bit. After removing the plate and bowl, I knead the back of her neck and lean close to her ear. “Time to train your little asshole, precious.”

She shudders. “Please, don’t.”

“Shhh. I know you’re scared. That’s why it’s called training. I’m going to take good care of your bottom, Daphne. I’ll go very slow, stretching you out. The training will make it much easier for you to accept a plug and eventually my cock into your naughty hole. You wouldn’t want me to fuck your tight little anus without stretching it, would you, precious?”

Her body shakes. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” With a hand between her breasts again, I guide her onto all fours. “Lower to your forearms. You can rest your head on your folded hands.”

She sniffles. “I don’t want you to do this, Silver,” she begs.

I sweep her hair to one side and run my hand down her spine. “Sometimes it’s okay to beg, precious, but now isn’t one of those times. You’ve been on your knees on the hardwood for a while. Would you like me to put a pillow under them?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I leave her in this position and hurry to the bed to grab a pillow. When I return, I help her lift first one knee and then the other. “There. Is that better?”