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Soon, firm hands rip the covers away, and I peer up into Nick’s smirking face. “Hiding from me already?”
“S-sorry. You scared me.”
“I gathered as much. Ready to start your day?”
I look around again and notice that there aren’t any clocks or windows. Nothing for me to tell the time or orient myself. The walls start to close in as hysteria churns in my gut. Bile rises up my throat and threatens to choke me.
“I can’t stay here,” I whisper, my voice thready and raspy. I don’t even sound like me anymore.
“Poor, Penny. I know it’s not the prettiest room, but this is just temporary. Obey me, become my pretty little cow and slut, and I’ll consider giving you a different place to stay. Now then, why were you out of bed if you weren’t ready to start the day?”
“I needed to pee.” As humiliating as the revelation is, the need to go is just getting worse. “I was trying to find a bathroom, but then you came in.”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me over to the sink and points at a bucket next to it. “The last time you asked to go to the bathroom, you ran away. I’m sure as hell not taking that chance again.”
“Wait. In front of you?”
“You think I’m scared of a little piss? Here, let me help you.” He pulls me over and sets me down. The lip of the bucket digs into my ass, adding discomfort to the massive humiliation. “Wait. Don’t go just yet.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a glove and a strip of paper. After he’s covered his hand, he reaches between my thighs and sets the paper against my opening. “Ready when you are.”
I sit there, mortification flooding my brain, cutting off any instinct or desire to go. Whimpering, I stare at him, willing him to get the idea and just leave, letting me do my business. Instead, he reaches up and presses on my bladder, forcing me to evacuate myself.
Tears stream down my face as he holds his hand under me until I’m done. I thought death was bad, but this is far worse. With his free hand, he strokes my cheek until I’m done, then pulls back the hand with paper and walks over to the sink.
“Levels still don’t show you as fertile. Wipe up and wash your hands, then meet me at the bench.” Next to me is a roll of toilet paper, and I take a bit, and look away as I wipe.
Next, I wash my hands, taking my time, hoping to prolong whatever hell he has planned for me next. Once I reach the bench, he pushes me face down, making me straddle the leather. My face and body rest on the cushions, but the cutouts let my breasts hang free.
Nick goes up to the front and grabs two of the tiny cups before switching on a machine. Once the cup gets close enough to my nipple, it latches on and starts to suck. Hard. He puts the other one on, and I’m unable to think past the discomfort of my breasts.
I’m only vaguely aware of Nick behind me until he spreads my cheeks wide. “Just relax, little Penny. I’m just going to take your temperature.” Burying my head into the leather, I sob as the pain, humiliation, and unwanted arousal burns through me. “Look at how wet you’re getting for me. Such a good little cow.”
With one hand, he holds the thermometer in place, with the other, he reaches under me to stroke my clit. The pleasure soon outweighs the pain. Unable to resist, I grind against him, moaning as he touches me in just the right way. I can’t get off like this. I just can’t.
Unfortunately, as always with this place, what I want and what I get are two separate things. Groaning, I come on his fingers as the devilish cups suck at me and the stupid thermometer beeps in my ass.
10
Penelope
I have no way of telling how much time has passed. Without clocks or windows, it could be days, weeks, or even months. Every day is the same. Master Nick has me pee on the paper, takes my temperature, then hooks me up to those damn cups.
This morning, however, my breasts feel sore, heavy, achy almost. Groaning, I cup myself, relief washing over me as lifting them gives me a respite from the discomfort. As if on cue, Master Nick walks in with Master Peter behind him.
Master Peter hasn’t seen me in such a long time, and though my time with Master Nick is enjoyable, there’s something delicious about the way these two share me that has me buzzing with need.
“Ahhh. There’s my pretty Penelope,” Master Peter growls. “I see I’ve come at just the right time. Up on the bench.”
I glance between him and Master Nick, my lower lip wobbling for a moment. This isn’t our normal routine. What happened to the bathroom break and the temperature checks?
It’s mortifying as fuck, but after all that’s done and I’m hooked up to the cups, I get the most immense pleasure of my life. It’s mostly from Master Nick, but that doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. Have I done something wrong? Upset them somehow?
I’ve always done my best to do what they ask with little hesitation. The first few days were rough, and my ass still twinges at the memory of the punishment cane.
“It’s okay, little Penny,” Master Nick reassures me. His lips tip up into an almost friendly grin. “There’s a slight change in today’s plans, but it’s a wonderful change. I promise.”
My heart climbs down out of my throat as I peel the blankets away from my naked body. Trembling, I make my way to the bench and lie face down, as I always do.
“Not today, Penelope.” Master Peter puts his hand on my shoulder, tugging slightly to get me to go back up. “Today, you’re going to sit upright and straddle the bench.”
