Teaching The Girl Ch. 04

"Me, honey. I promise, no one but Me touched princess. I wouldn't have let them."

she could never figure out later why she slipped out of His lap and picked up her plate. she didn't know if she was thanking Him, or simply … submitting; whatever the reason she knelt and held the plate up, offering it to Him.

He had to admit she had finally, truly surprised Him. He had been planning everything for over a month, wanting to make sure He had every detail He needed and had anticipated every possible action of hers. Like His coming on her plate yesterday morning, this one thing would have never entered His mind. He never let His surprise show, though, He just stood up and unzipped His pants.

she never took her eyes off His, and He never took His hand off her cheek as He masturbated. It didn't take Him long; there was something in her eyes that went straight to His balls. He couldn't believe how intense His orgasm was, and it seemed to double and triple as she didn't even wait for Him to stop coming before bending her head to the plate and licking up His come. He actually had to put His hand on top of her head to steady Himself; His knees wanted to buckle and His eyes wanted to cross. The blood was rushing so loud in His ears, He could hardly hear His own words as He crooned to her,

"Oh yes, My good girl, always My good girl."

He had planned on leaving her alone again during the day, letting her have another day to rest and think, but the vision of her licking His come off the plate kept intruding, until He knew He wasn't going to get anything done until He went back in the room one more time.

she was napping when He came back in, but it only took a light stroke on her cheek before her eyes fluttered open. she could see it in His eyes, even though she was still mostly asleep. she sat up and found the plate, lifting it up with a sleepy smile. It took Him even less time than before, and He still had to hold onto her to stay steady. When the plate was clean, she gave Him another sleepy smile and curled back up on the floor. she was back asleep in less than a minute, still smiling and holding the plate like it was a teddy bear.

He found Himself wanting to go back in the room and uncuff her. He wanted to pet her and kiss her, love on her while she still had that sweet, sleepy smile on her face. He had to force Himself to stick to His plan to tear her down systematically. He knew if He let Himself get carried away it would come back and bite Him on the ass. Right now she wasn't trying to bewitch Him, wasn't trying to get her way, but they would still be no better off if He gave in.

she was awake when He came back in, and He couldn't help but be glad the sleepy smile had left her face. It would have been like kicking a kitten, to do what He was going to do while she still had that soft look on her face. He forced Himself to pull back from her emotionally, to show her nothing but a stern, remote face as she lifted her plate for Him.

Again, she started to lick the plate before He was through coming, but before she could, He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head away from the plate. When He was finished, He took the plate from her, and before she could even wonder, He tipped the plate hard, flinging His come all over her. she gasped in surprise, and the question on her face was unmistakable. He smacked her lightly across the face before He answered.

"Because I fucking wanted to, bitch."

He kept it up all day; every time He got hard again He would go back in the bedroom, until by the end of the afternoon she was covered in come and His balls were totally empty. He added to the mirror each time also, until it was as covered in lipstick words as she was in sticky come. When He knew He wasn't going to be able to come again anytime soon, He got out the drooler gag and fastened it tight around her head. He uncuffed her ankle, and then used a set of cuffs to hogtie her in a kneeling position, keeping her in front of the mirror. When He had her in place, He stood behind her and took a picture of her reflection.

she tried keeping her mind on the day's one moment of tenderness, when He had held and rocked her, but each time she looked in the mirror, it became harder. It wasn't that the words were so derogatory; what made her by turns angry and scared was what the words implied. His slut, His cunt, His bitch, His pet, His property; each word stripping away her identity. she had always been "Her Own Woman", and she knew He expected her to throw away her own concept of whom she was, to essentially negate who she had been before Friday night.

she had managed to throw away the ghosts of wino-parents past, knowing deep down that no matter what she ever did, her parents would never be right about her, that she had negated them when she left their house. What she hadn't been able to get rid of so easily was the knowledge that whoever had been in the living room the previous evening – and she prayed she never found out; as long as she didn't know for sure she might be able to ignore it – whoever had watched her humiliation had enjoyed it, had been happy to see the arrogant, stuck-up bitch finally put in her place. she knew if they could see her now, covered again in come and spit, they would all most likely cheer.

He left her chained in front of the mirror for what seemed like hours; long enough for her stressed muscles to start hurting. she almost cried with relief when she saw Him, and ended up having to bite her lip when He only uncuffed her long enough to move the restraint system in front of her. He cuffed her wrists and ankles together again, but this time added a length of chain between her hands and feet, to allow her just enough movement to crawl. He bent over and attached something to the back of the gag, and she couldn't figure out what it was until He gave it a snap and started to walk out of the room. When she realized He had just put a leash on her she couldn't help but freeze up. she recovered in seconds, but it was too late. He pulled the leash up short and stepped behind her, yanking her head hard. He pulled her dress up just enough to expose her thighs, and then pulled His favorite little cane from the back pocket of His trousers. He yanked the leash again, pivoting her head until she was looking in the mirror, and then gave her ten lashes on the back of each thigh. she tried to be quiet, but by the last one, she was mewling in pain. He stepped back in front of her and tucked the small cane into her gag, so it rested across her cheek.

"Now, heel, bitch."

she bit down on the gag as He walked her out to the living room, wanting so bad to tell Him to just slow the hell down. The sting in her legs helped keep her quiet, but it was still touch and go a few times, as she tried to not stumble.

The coffee table had been moved again, and as soon as He had her in front of the couch, she knew why. she wasn't just going to be a cup holder tonight; tonight she was being promoted to coffee table. she pulled up the vision of the path, hoping it would help her behave.

There were a few tense moments throughout the evening, but He at least went slowly, letting her get used to each new thing before springing another on her. He started out by placing His coffee cup and ashtray on her back, and then waited about twenty minutes before kicking his shoes off and putting His feet up on her ass. After that, He pretty much ignored her for a while, reading a book and talking casually on the phone. she did her best to just be still, to ignore her twitching muscles, to ignore the fact He hadn't let her use the bathroom in a while. she didn't even realize she had started wiggling in discomfort until He covered the mouthpiece on the phone and asked what the hell her problem was. she had to speak slowly and carefully, so He could understand her through her mouth full of spit and gag.

"please, may I use the bathroom?" His "no" was direct and definite, and she had to close her eyes so He wouldn't see the mayhem in them.

At one point He sat up and moved His astray and cup off her back, and she couldn't stop a glimmer of hope that He was going to let her go to the bathroom. she almost screamed when He leaned down, lifted her dress, and stuck a vibrator in her cunt. He turned it on high and placed His feet on her ass again, and then picked up His book and began reading again.

she didn't think things could get much worse, but just about the time she realized she had drooled a small lake on the carpet, her right elbow gave out and her upper body dropped. her face landed right in her puddle of spit, and it was all she could do to not cry. she started to lift her head, but before she could get it all the way off the floor, He leaned over and pushed her head back down. He held her head down while He slipped a vibrator in her ass, turning it on high as well. she groaned in utter dismay, knowing things were just going to keep getting worse, praying He wasn't going to top it all off by making her pee all over the floor. she tried to ignore absolutely everything, including His phone conversations, but the one time her ears tuned into His voice, she heard Him tell whoever was on the phone that He had gotten Himself a new foot massager. she could feel the fire in her head as she blushed.

He waited until she was crying from her need to pee before standing and yanking the leash. He led her to the bathroom and stood leaning against the doorjamb, holding the leash. she was at an utter loss how she was going to be able to sit on the toilet, as shackled as she was, and the fact that it appeared he was going to watch her only made her brain jam up even more. The only help He gave her wasn't even help; the only thing He said was that she had better make sure both holes stayed plugged, or she'd be playing an unpleasant game of bobbing for bobs. Somehow, she managed, but she knew that was it for the night; if he threw her any more curve balls, she would snap. she didn't want to fight, didn't want to make Him angry, but she knew she was at her limit of control for the night.

He seemed to know that, and for once, she was truly grateful for how well He could read her. He just put her back on her hands and knees and propped His feet up, ignoring her until He started to yawn. He led her back to bedroom and uncuffed her, letting her stretch a bit. He took the vibrators out of her, and then took the gag off her, and as He unhooked it, He lightly kissed her ear. He whispered two words to her "good girl", but they were enough. she curled up and fell asleep before He could even get in bed.