Captured

His hands on her felt divine, and she pressed against him, seeking the humanity his touch made her feel. She would beg him, get down on her knees and beg for mercy, as soon as she was clean.

before she could speak, however, he did.

"Have you learned your lesson yet Sweetie? I want you to be a woman, and take care of me and my needs, and trust that I will show you pleasure and love like you have never experienced in your life and no other man would give to you."

She was nodding frantically, starting just as his question sank in. She loved when he called her sweetie. She liked that so much better than bitch.

She was crying, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"That means some very old fashioned things, like you will have to take care of house, home, and me. I will take care of providing for you, and keeping you safe and warm."

"Yes Master, yes, I have learned my lesson. Please let me care for you, please???"
 
His heart warmed at the tears flowing down Barbara's face as she pleaded for him to allow her to please him. His cock hardened instantly, the turgid mass pressed painfully against his shorts.

"Yes, Sweetie, I will allow you. Starting right now." JW stood and dropped his shorts, his cock bobbing and waving now free of its constraints.

"Show me how much you missed my attentions. Show me how much you love my cock."
 
"Yes, Sweetie, I will allow you. Starting right now."

Halle-fucking-lujah!!!!!! She was getting back inside!!! Barbara lit up like a chinese lantern!!

"Show me how much you missed my attentions. Show me how much you love my cock."

She dived on his cock like a starving man on a feast. As her hands were still tied behind her, she stretched out, her neck arching as she began to lick all around his cock head, then sucking his balls one, then the other, then laving the length of his shaft before she finally reached the head and sucked him in, taking him as deep as she could.

She looked up at him her eyes big, as she tried to ascertain his level of enjoyment. Then, holding his eye, she began to bob her head, pressing deeper and deeper, making herself gag on his meat, as she forced his cock into her throat. She swallowed around it, and then eased back.
 
JW's eyes rolled into the back of his head. It was the best fucking blow job ever.

Despite, or because, she could not use her hands, Barbara's mouth and tongue massaged his cock artfully, each lick and suck sending tremors of pleasure through his body.

She seemed to sense what he needed at or just before the moment he needed, or wanted it. The press of her breasts against his thighs, the warmth of her mouth, the sucking sound coming from her as she gobbled his cock down. He barely mustered the ability to look at her twice, each time he did, her eyes were glued to him, watching him, caressing him, worshiping him.

It was a second after that though hit him, that his balls contracted, and exploded, a geyser of cum firing from him and into her mouth. His hands shot down to each side of her head, holding her in place, slowly fucking her mouth as she lapped up each bit of his semen, milking it dry. "Fuck ya, Sweetie, that's what I am talkin about!" he hoarsely whispered.
 
"Fuck ya, Sweetie, that's what I am talkin about!"

Barbara smiled up at him, opening her mouth to show him what she had, and, after swishing it around her mouth, she swallowed it all down, licking her lips.

She rocked back on her heels, coming to her feet. She was exuberant, she knew she had pleased him, and that would achieve her goal.

"Come on, lets go inside!"


As soon as the words left her lips, she paused, kicking herself for jumping the gun. Hopefully he was still so happy after that awesome blow job that he would be keen to take her inside, but just in case she looked at him, with her big eyes.

"Does Master need to discipline his fucktoy some more?"
 
JW shook his head sadly. A slow movement from side to side as he said, "You still don't understand."

He turned around and began taking her back to the kennel and stopped. Changing his mind he took her inside and downstairs. "Lie down" he said as they arrived at the box with the pipes.

Barbara began whimpering and pleading, "STOPIT!" he roared. Yanking her down by the leash he situated her over the top soil and began fastening her down again. "Fuck, Bitch. You are hard headed, aren't you?"

As he locked her wrists into place he saw how raw they were from the previous restraint and knew that they had to be sore. "I don't want merely a fuck toy. Those are a dime a dozen, you can be so much more."

Turning the water and timer on, he turned off the lights and headed up stairs.
 
Fuck it!! Just when it was looking good, she opened her mouth and blew it!!


He began to drag her back toward the dreaded kennel, but then he took her into the basement instead, and she found herself in the exact same position she had been in the night she arrived.

The lights went off, and she was plunged into darkness, and before long, the damn sprinklers started, soaking her, and making the ground beneath her wet.

She wanted to call out how sorry she was, she wanted to beg, but that had all made it worse, so instead she would endure. At least there were no mosquitoes in here!!
 
JW plopped at the kitchen table barely controlling his descent onto the padding. Pursing his lips he sat wondering how he could get Barbara going down the correct path to obedience. He thought she needed to obey, there was a hint of longing and acceptance in her eyes at times.

The times when her overreaching sense of self wasn't in control of her.

JW went outside and worked for a couple of hours cleaning the kennel. It was there that the idea came to him.

Nodding his head, he turned to the smallest shed and rummaged around for a minute or two until he found what he wanted then went inside.

The spray of water had just finished as he came to the bottom of the stairs. He walked around and knelt next to her head and put a large choke collar on her. He then found a link that would allow the collar to loosely settle around her neck, but not so large that it would be easy to take off and thread a key ring in that link.

"I think the situation has been unfair to you so far, Bitch. How can I expect you to behave like a Sweetie if no one has ever taught you anything other than how to behave like an animal?"

His eyes were shadowed in sorrow as he continued, "How can I expect you to let go enough to allow yourself to love and in return be loved, if all you know is your own gratification? You can't possibly be my, or anyone else's Sweetie if you don't care about them more than yourself."

JW went upstairs and got a chair and a book and then came back downstairs. "For the rest of the day, Sweetie, all I want to hear you say is,

'He is my master, and I give my body, heart and mind to him willingly.'​

I will sit right here to over see your progress and to keep you company. But I am not here to talk to you."

JW ran his hand along her leg until he neared her core and whispered, "If by the end of the day, I believe you, I may let you take that shit you have been holding in the restroom."
 
Not quite words of adoration, but they were damned welcome to her ears, and she would do anything to avoid the utter humiliation of having to go outside!!!

All day long she repeated the mantra:

'He is my master, and I give my body, heart and mind to him willingly.'

'He is my master, and I give my body, heart and mind to him willingly.'

'He is my master, and I give my body, heart and mind to him willingly.'

She was hungry and she went without, she was thirsty, and she went without, she was soaked by the sprinklers and she almost gurgled the words out, she eventually lost her battle to hold her full bladder, and had to go where she was,and still she didn't interrupt her mantra, and by nighttime, her voice was but a croak, her skin sore from laying in the wet, and she continued, almost hypnotised by her own words, and she prayed it was enough!!
 
The hours rolled by slowly, punctuated by the sprinklers firing off, followed shortly by her chant of 'He is my master, and I give my body, heart and mind to him willingly.' Her tone as the day went on changed bit by bit from somewhat defiant, to neutral to a nearly beaten down droning of the mantra.

He sat reading his book, looking at her with each of her recitations of the mantra, still finishing it by the end of the day.

"Good job Sweetie," he said as he unlocked her hands and feet from the posts. He attached a leash to the choke collar around her neck and pulled at it until she rolled up onto her hands and knees and then led her to the restroom in the basement. Standing in the door way he said, "Now, go poop, when you are done I will bath you and feed you."
 
She crawled to the bathroom, as he tugged on the leash, and then allowed her to enter.

She waited expectantly, hoping he'd leave, give her some privacy, but it became apparent that was not to be. She didn't know if she could go with him there. She needed to, badly!

Then she thought of what might happen if she didn't make use of this opportunity - he might tie her back down, and she would end up soiling herself. She sat on the toilet, her face flaming, looking anywhere but at him, and, after a couple of minutes, she managed to go, voiding herself completely. She was grateful to have been afforded this little luxury. She was amazed that she was now thinking of being allowed to use the bathroom as a luxury, instead of a basic human right. It demonstrated the depth of her transformation!

She flushed the toilet, and washed her hands, before getting back on her hands and knees. He had promised to bathe her and she desperately wanted that.

She looked up at him, managed a smile, and said simply:

"Thank you Master!"
 
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JW looked down at her and said, "Good girl, Sweetie." He turned toward the stairs and tugged the chain gently to have her follow him. They went slowly, she was clearly not accustomed to crawling, and truth be told he rather liked having her close and low.

At the stairs he stopped and said, "You crawl up first, that way if you slip, I can catch you."

His mouth watered as she slowly climbed up the stairs and began following her, his eyes stuck on her pussy and ass, enjoying the show as she wiggled her way up the stairs.

They repeated the process to go up to the bathroom next to his bedroom. When they got to the landing, he merely said, "Sit" and dropped the leash. He went into the bathroom and a moment later began running the water for the bath.
 
Crawling up the stairs was far from easy, but, with a little care, she managed, and then through the hall and up the next flight of stairs. When they reached the top he told her to stay, and she did, remaining there, her leash hanging between her breasts, as she waited for him, like an obedient little puppy dog!

Her face was still flaming. She could hardly believe that she had used the bathroom while he watched her!! It was so .... humiliating!! And, although she had avoided his gaze, studiously studying the floor, she felt his eyes as they burned into her, watching her.

She could hear the water filling the bath, and she began to get quite excited, thinking of the hot, soapy water that would get her clean! Also, she had liked when he had bathed her before, not when she had been in the tub by the kennel, but before that, when he had washed her with love and tenderness.

She looked up, waiting for him to call her!
 
The water rose to the appropriate level, periodically checked for temperature by JW. He smiled ruefully to himself knowing that he was pressing the borders that Barbara had set for herself, ingraining himself into her most private moments, making the rest of the process so much easier.

Or so he hoped.

He turned the water off and "Tck, tck, here girl. Come to master" Sitting at the edge of the tub he watched as she came in, summoned much like one would their dog.
 
"Tck, tck, here girl. Come to master"

At his words, Barbara eagerly made her way to the bathroom, crawling on her hands and knees, it just never occurred to her to stand, expecting that her master wanted her to remain on her hands and knees.

Eagerly she crawled into the bath, the hot water curling around her, soothing her aches and pains, soaking the ingrained dirt from her skin. She lay back and relaxed, soaking deep in the water.
 
JW slowly washed her hair, running his fingers through the long strands. "The water temperature is near 110 degrees, I like my bath at 120. Each night, you will draw a bath for me, and wash me, understood?"

Pressing her forward, he took a washcloth and slowly scrubbed her back, arms and armpits. Taking his time, clearly enjoying what he saw, if not what he was doing. "While you wash me, you are to adore me, as if I were the most important thing in your life. If I am not, you must make me so."
 
Barbara loved the bath. The water was just right, and he washed her carefully, almost tenderly, and she listened to his instruction on how she was to bathe him.

"Yes Master!"

She answered him dutifully, but she also really wanted to please him, and she certainly wanted to avoid ever having to go near that kennel again!!

"I want to be a good girl for you Master, and I promise I am going to do my very best to worship you like I should!"
 
JW began washing her face and whispered, "Of course you will, Sweetie, I know you want to be a good girl for me."

Her tits bobbed in the water, riding the waves caused by her movements, and the scrubbing action of his hand and arm. Her eyes closed as her head lolled back, clearly relishing the bath and the attention.

Taking a scrub brush he began cleaning her hands, paying sepcial attention under the finger nails, and whispered, "Treat me like I am the King of your World, and you will be treated like a princess. THat is what you want isn't it? To be special?"
 
She was almost squeeky clean!! He had scrubbed every part of her, shampooed her hair, and conditioned it, and was now scrubbing he nails, getting the dirt out from under them. Her body was pink both from the hot water, and from the scrubbing with the wash cloth! She felt relaxed and calm, and pleased to have the ordeal behind her.

"Treat me like I am the King of your World, and you will be treated like a princess. THat is what you want isn't it? To be special?"

"OOOooh yes Master I want to be special, to be very special, to be your little princess! That's what I want, and I'm going to work really hard to get it!!"
 
"Yes Sweetie, you will work very, very hard for it, I promise." JW said. Taking the scrub brush he went down to her feet and scrubbed them clean as well. If one were to make the transformation from Bitch to Sweetie, one must be completely cleaned of the Bitchiness.

As he finished, "Stand up on your feet." he commanded. As she scrambled up he walked around her, inspecting the job that he had done and nodded to himself that she was indeed clean.

"On your knees, Sweetie," he said, voice full of warmth.

Reaching into the massive white claw tub, he pulled the stopper allowing the water to drain. He went to the sink and opened the cabinet below the sink and pulled a bucket out with yellow gloves hanging off one side and cleaning materials inside.

"Now, you will stay on all fours, until I expressly tell you otherwise. I want you to scrub the bath tub until it shines white, and then fill it for me. Call me when you have it clean, before you fill it, so I can inspect it, understand?" He asked.
 
Barbara had been worried just what her Master might bring out of the cupboard! She was surprised, and somewhat relieved to see the yellow gloves, and the bucked.

She went to work scrubbing the bath, although it wasn't really dirty, just baring the evidence of how dirty she had been, but it had been clean when she got in, so it was only the fresh dirt she had to remove.

She rinsed any residue from the suds, and the film of dirty that lay on the base of the bath, deposited from the water as it drained. Looking around she thought it looked pretty good.

"Master, I have the tub cleaned!"

She called down the hallway, and waited for him, as she knelt in the bath. She was getting cold now, and the drips of water on her skin had begun to dry, leaving her covered with goose bumps.

He came in and she looked up at him.

"Shall I run your bath now?!"
 
JW came into the bathroom and inspected the tub, knowing that it was pretty well clean before assigning the task to her. Running his hand on the inside of the porcelin, JW didn't feel any soapy residue and said, "Good girl. Nice and clean."

Tilting her head slightly, his lips brushed against her lips, his tongue flicking across her lips, and scraped along the front of her teeth. "No, not yet," he whispered. "We need to cook dinner, and clean the house first."
 
Ah Cooking dinner, and cleaning the house, that was where it all went wrong! She climbed out of the bath, and wondered if he would allow her to stand upright, or whether she was, as yet to remain on her hands and knees. She hesitated, wondering if he would direct her one way or the other, and when he didn't she decided to play it safe and went to her hands and knees following him out of the bathroom, and into the corridor. She hesitated at the top of the stairs, it was not difficult to crawl up, but down was a different matter.

She stood up, holding onto the bannisters, and trotted quickly down stairs.
 
JW waited for her at the bottom of the stairs and watched as her tits swayed to and fro as she trotted down the steps. He waited until she resumed her position on her hands and knees and he said, "Good girl. Whenever going from room to room, I want you crawling until you proven yourself to be completely mine, and a human being instead of a bitch."

He reached out and took a tassel of her hair and rolled it between his fingers, "While in a room and doing chores, you may stand when you must only to return to your knees when done with the chore. Also, you are not to wear any clothing at all, unless I expressly say otherwise, understand?"
 
"Good girl. Whenever going from room to room, I want you crawling until you proven yourself to be completely mine, and a human being instead of a bitch."

Barbara listened glad that she had played it safe and kept to her hands and knees. She would ensure that she did precisely as she was told, there was no way on earth she was landing herself back out in that kennel! She was still covered in mosquito bites, and had no desire to add more to it!!


"While in a room and doing chores, you may stand when you must only to return to your knees when done with the chore. Also, you are not to wear any clothing at all, unless I expressly say otherwise, understand?"


Yes, Master, I understand.

Her voice was meek and mild and she kept her eyes lowered, the perfect submissive.

They went to the kitchen first, where dinner needed to be cooked. She was instantly wary. Cooking was not her strongpoint! But she would try!
 
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