Page 56 of Silver

My gaze moves to my pussy. It’s spread open obscenely and swollen, dripping wet. I’m drooling so much that part of the moisture is coming from my mouth. Probably my nose, too.

By the time Silver returns, I’m out of strength to cry anymore. I’m reduced to the occasional sniffle. He comes to the front of my cage and squats down. When he reaches between the bars, I want to tell him to go to hell. I can’t, though. And that’s probably a good thing. It wouldn’t go over well.

Instead, I close my eyes and go into my mind while he toys with my nipples and then my clit. He eases a finger inside me, next. He’s proving a point. He’s showing me that, in spite of myself, I can and will do his bidding because it makes me horny.

“My cock is so hard right now, little slut. That’s your fault. Your tears make me so fucking aroused.”

He’s told me this repeatedly. It doesn’t matter that I’d rather not oblige him. I can’t stop my emotional outbursts. They happen against my will.

He continues to finger me. “Your cunt is so greedy. So tight and wet. I can’t wait until you’re ready to take my cock into you. I’m a patient man, though. I won’t fuck your pussy until you ask me to.”

He’s a patient man? Ha.

Silver pinches my clit and then presses his thumb against it while he continues to fuck me, adding a second finger this time. “So fucking sexy.”

Suddenly, he removes his hand and stands.

I’m panting behind the bit, my body on fire. I whine and squirm.

He chuckles. “You need some extra time in there this morning. I hope you don’t make this a habit. You’ll be late for class if you decide you’d rather be in your kennel longer in the mornings.” He taps the top of the cage. “I need to get some work done. I’ll give you some time to think.”

He walks away again, this time heading for his desk.

I want to scream. My pussy is throbbing. I want to come almost more than I want to scream. My need to cry out is from sexual frustration this time, not anger. Though I’m experiencing both.

I stare at his back while he calmly does whatever the fuck he’s doing at his desk, ignoring me.

After a while, I close my eyes. My breathing evens out. I’m exhausted. I take deep breaths. The only way I’m getting out of here is to stop acting hysterically.

Opening my eyes again, I stare at my body. I’m obscenely presented. My breasts are rising and falling. My nipples are hard points, red and angry from the clamps. My pussy lips are pink and wide. The hood is still drawn back from my wet clit, exposing it to the air. It’s so permanently swollen that it won’t retract.

Suddenly, Silver is in front of me again. “You’re stunning, Daphne. Absolutely gorgeous. Can you see that?”

I nod. I do see it. It’s fucking warped, but I bet I look hot to him.

“Every inch of you is sexy and beautiful. What’s most attractive is your submission. When you finally relax and let yourself submit, it’s precious beyond words. Now that you’re calm, you take my breath away.”

He reaches through the bars to stroke my cheek and smiles. “Let the kennel be your quiet place. A refuge. Someplace you can go to still your mind and regroup when you’re overwhelmed. Sometimes, you’ll have a test you’re worried about or a homework assignment that’s frustrating you. Know in your mind that when you get home from class, you can strip out of your clothes, crawl into your safe place, and settle your mind.”

I listen to his insanity while he continues to touch my cheek. He’s lost his mind, but I also understand what he’s saying. It makes sense. Could this hateful kennel really be a safe place to regroup?

“Close your eyes, precious.”

I obey him.

“This is hard for you. You’ll get there, though. I’m sure of it. Take some deep breaths. Think about your submission. Think about how good it feels to let me care for you. You don’t have to make any decisions. I make them for you. I’ll turn you into the best version of yourself.”

His voice is calm and soothing. His fingers keep stroking my cheek as though I’m the most cherished person in his life.

“Good girl. Another deep breath…” He runs his finger along my lips. “Feel the comfort of the bars under your hands. The solidness. The security. Nothing and no one can get to you when you’re in your safe place. Sometimes, I won’t be here when you need your kennel, and you’ll have to manage without me. But when I’m here, I will always lock it for you so you feel even safer.”

Safe? Do I feel safe? My head is spinning.

“Shhh… Settle your mind, precious girl. When I’m not home, you will still grip the bars and spread your knees. You will open yourself up, close your eyes, and reset your mind. Take another deep breath… Good girl. Blow it out slowly.” His thumb comes to my eyelid and smooths over my eye socket.

I don’t know what causes me to relax. His words, his tone, his fingers touching me, this metal box? I keep breathing deeply. Inhale, slow exhale. My shoulders relax first.

“Let the kennel be your safe place,” he repeats in a soft tone. “When you’re inside these bars, you’re handing me your problems. You’re gifting me with your submission. I want you to start every day like this. Exercise, shower, breakfast, training, and then some quiet time in your kennel. Let it be a time to reflect on what’s coming up that day. Maybe you have a quiz and need to focus on what you’ve studied. Maybe you have a homework assignment you’re not sure about. No matter what it is, you can ease the stress while you’re inside this metal cage. Let the bars comfort you. I promise, eventually, you’ll want to crawl inside on your own so you can relieve any anxiety.”