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Chow Time
"Watch carefully, doggy - it's dinner time for you, and I am going to make you a treat."
I stirred carefully as I heard the click of her heels crossing the room,
trying to avoid the metal crate which had been wired to her violet
wand.
I watched warily as she put the wide, steel dog bowl down on the
floor next to my crate - we had learned from experience in the past
that the smaller narrower bowls did not allow me to reach the food.
Then, bending down, she opened two packets of what appeared to be dried
oatmeal and poured them in the bowl. Reading the packets, and talking
to no one in particular, she said aloud "let's see, one and a half cups
each...three cups total..."
At which point, she pulled down a measuring cup, turned to face me, and taunted me "watch, dog."
She hiked her skirt up, exposing her nearly shorn pussy as she squatted
down over the cup and relieved herself into it. It was a heady dark
yellow, and the scent was pungent.
"Drink more water...drink less coffee" she laughed. Chuckling, she
said to me "at least I didn't have the asparagus tips with my steak
last night, though you might not be so lucky next time."
As she slowly poured the cup's contents into the oatmeal in the bowl,
the situation fully hit me. She laughed again as she caught the look
of pure panic on my face. Grabbing a spoon from the counter, she
stirred the concoction until it was fully mixed.
Opening the insulated door of the crate, my Queen grabbed the leash
about my balls, dragging me over the threshold of the cage as I yelped
from the shocks I received . Stooping down, she put her hand on my
chin and drew my face up.
"I love fucking with your mind - with taking with your fantasies
and playing with them, using the extremes against you. This is
something you will grow to fully fear."
"You can eat quickly, and choke it down...or you can take your time, eating slowly. But think - the longer you wait, the colder and more unpleasant it will
become. I look forward to seeing what path you take."
With that, she released my chin. Straightening, she reached out
with her foot and drew the bowl in front of me. Ignoring the plaintive
look in my eyes, she placed her heel on the back of my neck. As she pressed
it down, firmly, and yanked the leash about my balls, I heard the
sharpness in her single word command.
"Eat!"
Even before it came, I knew that I would. Broken, cursing myself, I lowered my head and began wolfing it down.
- Fin -
(C) 2008 MaidChaste
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