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| The deep, piercing pain from the shock collar ripped her out of her dreams. Mechanically her lips parted for a scream but she contained herself before a single noise escaped her throat. Mouth still open, she opened her eyes to the darkness that surrounded her, took a couple of deep breaths to relax, and then pushing herself up, onto all four. As quickly as possible she lowered her head to the ground, shoulders and cheek pressed against the flimsy mattress she had earned just days before. She could still feel the bars of her cage through the thin foam, but that was nothing compared to sleeping without padding, the bars and the hardwood floors underneath them pushing into her rips and hips.
"Thank you, Master, for giving me a chance to prove myself," she whispered while she rotated her arms back, elbows on the outside of her knees, fingers slowly wrapping around her ankles.
Then, while she was still rotating her hips to show off the butt plug she had been sleeping with, his voice rang loudly, just a few feet away. "Paragraph 7."
Her mind started to race.
Paragraph 7 was new.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she whispered, trying to buy herself an extra second or two, before she started. "Master is my purpose. Master is my focus. Master is my--"
Her thoughts stalled, her face flushing. The words "Master is my" looped in her mind, racing but never reaching the fourth word. Just four words! How could she...
She never finished the thought. The pain from the shock collar overwhelmed her senses and this time she couldn't help but yelp, no matter how hard she tried to be silent.
"That's two points, 6 left," his voice clang in her ears as the pain subsided. "I know you can do better."
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master," she said, her body slowly relaxing when she heard his foot steps moving toward the door.
The door closed and she slowly left her pose, curling up again, her head on the pillow, like anyone should be in the middle of the night. She wasn't even sure what time it was, but the room was still completely dark. Slowly moving her head, her lips finding the dildo, sucking it into her mouth. The first few nights she had woken up with a sore jaw but by now the dildo bothered her less than the plug in her rear. The plug no longer hurt, but it was simply too big for her to forget about it. Maybe it--
"Master is my purpose," her recorded voice started. Without furniture even the low volume of the speakers echoed strangely.
"Master is my focus," came next, her mind following along.
She closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her body.
"Master is my reason."
Reason.
She sighed. Reason. Such a simple word had cost her a point.
No, two points, she corrected herself. Two of 8 each day. She had started with 9 but had lost one permanently when he had found her touching herself. Now it was 8 points per day and most days they were gone before lunch time. And when that happened, she was put up for the day, no food or water, no interaction, not even bathroom breaks until sun down. Only then was she taken out of her cage again, allowed to take a quick shower. Then her dildo training started. Laying on her back, legs far apart, fitting two dildos into her “good holes” as he called her mouth and butt, gagging, choking, as he watched.
Only once had she made it till sundown without losing all her points. Somehow she had done well with her writing, endured his cane without making a noise, and even remembered to lay down and let his cum dry on her face after she had been rewarded with it. Not even the stretching and exercise bike had thrown her off.
In return, he had filled her food bowls twice and she had even been allowed to sit at the window and watch the lizards run around on the bushes nearby.
But what had really made that day stick in her mind was that when he had noticed it was dark outside, he had called her over. Respectfully she knelt down beside the couch, her body twitching slightly as he reached for her, but instead of pain she received some pets. For a couple of minutes his fingers had glided through her hair, before he had told her that he was proud of her. She had smiled and nuzzled his hands happily, pride and fulfillment in her mind.
She smiled around the dildo in her mouth. Some day she was going to do it again. All she had to do was remember her paragraphs and answer simple questions like “Why is it useless for me to orgasm?”
Her smile got wider. Several times she had written pages but by now she knew the real answer was just twelve words. “My orgasms are useless because the do not provide pleasure for Master.”
She felt proud that she had learned so much and waves of thankfulness rushed through her body. She was lucky that she had finally found someone who was willing to invest time and effort into her. Someone who didn't mind to work with her, despite all her faults and fears.
“Master is my purpose,” she faintly heard the looped recording, then she fell asleep again.
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