City Of Need

14 🖤 Time Out, Little Pet

I turn over in my sleep, hear the clink of the chain, feel the restraint, wrapped around my ankle, feel your warmth at my back, hear your slow breath.

You're asleep, and I have the key on my collar to the lock on my ankle. I could go now. Leave you sleeping on the mat. You'd wake up alone, and I'd be gone. I would win this particular game and you would be the stupid airhead.

I sit up slowly, reach for the clasp of my collar. Feel for the key.

How would you feel, waking up without me? Would you be sad? Angry? Would you laugh? Would you feel lonely if I chose to leave?

Because, in the end, it's always my choice, whether I stay or go. Even when I'm chained to you. But I want to be here, with you, breaking me down, building me up. That's why I stay.

I stand, stretch, get ready walk to the bathroom. I know now that the chain is long enough to get me there. As I start walking I feel the plug, still embedded in my ass. With every step I take I feel it there, a reminder of you. Of who I am to you. Of how you have put your ownership inside me.

I pee, then fill the sink and splash water on my face. I look in the mirror, I'm a mess of mascara, and speck of almost worn off lipstick. I'm still wearing the ripped fishnets, only now they're completely ruined, and the lace bra. I pop the poppers back together.

I run the bath, as you wander into the bathroom, and smile. 'Didn't go then?'

I roll my eyes, 'I guess not.'

'Even with the key you didn't leave me.' There's pride in your voice.

'Yeah, well,' I mumble, and turn away to check the bathwater. 'No need to be so smug about it.'

Your arms slide around my waist, your chest against my back. 'Stupid little doll. You should have run while you had the chance.' You unhook the key from my collar. 'Now I'll have to punish you all over again, this time for not using that tiny brain.'

I swallow. Shit, I walked right into this one.

You crouch down, undo the restraint, then look up at me, hook your thumb into the waistband of the fishnets, pull them down my legs and step me out of them.

'Bathe, Little Doll. I'm going upstairs, to eat, and put some food in a bowl for you. I'll bring yours back down. You can eat it on your mat,' you say, turning towards the door.

'Oh, no. Not the bowl. I already did that. I am not doing it again.'

You swing back to me, 'Settle down, Roxy. You're my little pet, and the bowl is what you eat from. Unless you want to eat your food from the floor. Now, be a good little mutt, and clean yourself up.'

'I should have used the fucking key,' I mutter.

Your hand is around my throat, before I even see you move. 'I should have used the fucking key, DADDY!' you bellow, then pick me up and plunge me into the bath. Holding me against the side of the tub by my neck. With your other hand, you grab a wash cloth, and roughly clean me all over. I struggle and shout the whole time you're washing me.

'Calm down or I really will give you something to yell about, Little Doll.' Your tone is so hard that I stop fighting you.

When you're finished you say, 'Stand.'

I stand.

'Step out.'

I step out.

You grab a towel and dry my quickly, with no care given, then with your hand on the back of my neck, you march me out of the bathroom.

I look towards the cross against the wall, but you take me to the middle of the room, and stop under the beam. Pulling a chain down from it, I see there are two leather cuffs attached. You cuff first one wrist and then the other. Then you walk to the pillar to the left of me and press a button. The chain I'm attached to starts to raise up, towards the ceiling, lifting my arms with it. Till my arms are held above my head. My legs are together and my feet are flat on the floor. I am completely naked.

I look at you, standing by the pillar, your eyes travelling over my body, and whisper, 'I'm sorry.'

'Too late, Little Doll. You need further training, and this lesson is called Time Out.'

'Time out?'

'You heard.'

You stroke the side of my face, lick down from my ear to the base of my neck, then down to my nipple, taking it in your mouth, flicking your tongue over it.

I hold my weight through the chains, by gripping them. This Time Out is actually very enjoyable so far. You move your foot between my feet, push them apart, and slide your fingers inside my pussy.

'Fuck,' I moan, as my thighs immediately start to tremble, and my eyes close.

'Fuck, Daddy,' you say, as you start to fuck me with your fingers. 'Look at you panting like a good little mutt. Now why the complaints about eating from a bowl?'

My eyes fly open and you catch the look of defiance in them.

Pushing your fingers harder, faster, I feel my honey running down my thigh, I am on the egde of everything. 'Please,' I moan, 'Please, Daddy.'

'Use your words, Roxy. What are you asking for?'

'Please let me cum.'

You fingers immediately stop, and you step back.

I slump on the chains, like a puppet with no one to play her.

'Like I said, Roxy. You need to learn. And this is Time Out.'

You turn away from me and climb back up the stairs.

No! No. You cannot be leaving me like this. What the actual fuck? I hear the door clunk closed. The key rattle in the lock. Shit. So this is what Time Out is. Chained to a beam in the basement, turned on, and unable to do a thing about it. Why the fuck didn't I use the key when I had the chance?...