Cecil's Training

Some more "bonding"

(Nicole’s POV)
While Cecil was raiding my fridge and all the cabinets, I went to change my clothes. Right as I was taking off one of my boots, my cell phone rang. I got up and checked who it was. It was Death.

“Hey Death, how’s it going?” I answered.

“I’m fine. I just wanted to know how Cecil is doing.”

“He’s good.” I peeked into the kitchen. There was food all over the place. “But I think I need him for a little while longer.”

“How much longer?” She sounded somewhat worried.

“Two weeks maybe three.”

“Nicole, that’s an awfully long time.”

“I know, but…”

Cecil must've overheard the conservation because he immediately dropped the package of cookies, he was devouring, and ran toward me.

“Mommy, don’t listen to her. She’s trying to make me her prisoner.” He jumps up and tries to get the the phone from out of my hand.

“Nicole, what was that?” Death asked sounding a little worried.

“Nothing. Cecil just really misses you.”

“Liar!” He grabs my leg and bites it.

“Ow!” I shake him off and he lands on his back.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Death asked now more and more concerned.

“I’m fine. Cecil and I are just playing a little game, that’s all.”

Before Cecil could get off ground, I placed my foot on his precious jewels. I covered my phone with my hand, so Death couldn't hear me. “Knock it off before I make you a girl again." I put my phone back up to my ear. “We’re having a wonderful time.”

“Mommy, she’s abusing me!” I press my foot up against his balls. He barks from the pain he was in.

“Was that Cecil?! Why does it sounded like his in pain?!” Death asked with an extreme amount of nervousness and anxiety.

“Cecil’s just a little cranky because he lost our little game. Gotta go. Bye.” I hung up as quickly possible.

“I hate you so much.” Cecil says, annoyed and defeated.

“You should be thanking me. I was going easy on you.”

The next day...
I took Cecil for a walk around the block, so he could get rid of some energy. We were having fun, until Cecil started chasing a squirrel. I had to drag him the whole way home. He got all dirty and I told him to get a bath. Of course, he disobeyed me, but after a couple of shocks, he listened.

So, here we are now. In the bathroom together, handcuffed to each other. “Why are you doing this to me?” Cecil asked.

“Because the last time you took a bath, you damn near flooded my bathroom.” He rolls his eyes then hops into the tub, but not without splashing me, of course. He avoided making eye contact with me and just sat in the soapy water.

"What's the matter, Cecil? Do wanna play with your little tub toys." I say mockingly with a smirk. This is set something off in him. He got instantly pissed.

"Listen here, you elf bitch. The only person who can talk to me like that is my mommy. And you're definitely not her. " He was so angry, he was growling and gave me a hostile look that said, "I will bite your face off."

I was honestly kinda scared for a moment. I never seen the runt get so aggressive before. I still had to stand my ground because nobody talks to me like that and gets away with it.

"No, you listen you little bastard. I don't give a shit if I'm your mommy or not. You don't fucking talk to me like that."

He was so lucky that he wasn't  wearing his collar. 'Cause I would've shocked the ever living shit of him. So, I pulled his tail. He welped and then growled at me again. I gave a stern look, which made him change his mind about attacking me.

"Now, wash up. I don't have all night." I told him.

He begins to wash himself. My hand was forced to move with his because of the cuffs. When he got to his back, he couldn’t reach. I had to do that part for him. Cecil then reached down for his crotch. I pull my hand away along with his.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” I asked.

“I have to clean it.” He tells me with his ears flopped.

“I’m not touching that thing.”

“Then take off the cuffs.” He demands.

“No, I don’t trust you without them.”

“Too bad for you.” Cecil pulls my hand down and I yanked back. He looks at me angrily.

“No.” I say sternly.

“What am I supposed to then?” He sounded frustrated again.

“Not clean it.”

“You know I can't do that.” I sighed from a bit of exhaustion.

“Fine, make it quick. And if I feel ANYTHING, we’re done. Got that?” He nods.

Cecil starts cleaning his private areas. I watched him carefully to make sure he doesn’t try anything. I looked away for only a second because I heard my phone ringing in the other room.

My hand came in contact with something. I didn't know what it was, and I wasn't going to find out. “Alright, we’re done here.” I yank the handcuffs and force Cecil out of the tub. I quickly  unlocked them and left the bathroom.

(Another shorter chapter but I think it's a good one. Next one might a little short too but whatever. There's still lots more to come.)