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Part 4 – The Reclaiming of Megan
Megan awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. Ryan was a good cook and enjoyed it when he had time. She stretched out and rose from her bed in the floor. She unfastened her leash and let the scent of the brewing coffee draw her into the kitchen. She smiled at seeing Ryan at the stove and went up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Morning, Love, did you sleep well?"
At that moment a jolt of electricity went through her. She cried out and dropped to the floor in position, on all fours, as he shouted at her. Megan had forgotten about the shock collar. Ryan had not.
"Down, slut! What could have possibly made you think you could get up and come in here without permission? First, you unfastened your leash from the bedpost. Second, you walked upright, not on all fours like the dog cunt you are. Third, you speak improperly and inappropriately?
Megan whimpered, upset at having angered her Master.
"I had been going to let you use the bathroom inside since it's so cold, but apparently you still haven't learned your place."
Ryan turned off the stove and put on his coat. He picked up her leash and headed for the door. She balked a bit at going outside in the cold until she felt a small jolt. Megan crawled behind Ryan as he led her to the same bathroom she used the night before. He fastened her leash to the tree and tossed a handful of leaves at her.
"You have ten minutes to take care of business and I will be back out for you. I suggest you be done."
With that, Ryan headed back into the house, and she started to cry. Megan was cold and miserable. She hated using the bathroom outside. This wasn't the weekend she had imagined, not at all. Megan wiped the tears from her face and realized the minutes were ticking away. She knew she had better stop with the pity party and get her business finished. Megan cleaned herself as best as she could and waited for Ryan to come back out. She sighed in relief as she saw him emerge from the cabin.
"I have your breakfast ready, I hope you're hungry."
Megan had to admit she was hungry, and trotted along beside Ryan into the cabin.
Ryan led her into the warm kitchen and took his seat at the table. He pointed at the bowls in the floor, one with water and the other with scrambled eggs and bacon and bits of toast. She sighed inwardly. At least it wasn't Alpo.
Megan ate heartily, knowing she likely wouldn't get much food today. She had trouble as the food kept falling out of her mouth and into the floor and the bowl kept moving away from her. Megan knew better than to leave any messes and licked it from the floor. As she crawled along trying to clean up bits of her breakfast, her chain leash was dragging the floor behind her. Suddenly, she felt wetness on her legs and looked behind her. The chain had caught on the water bowl and turned it over. Megan whimpered, knowing she was in trouble, and started trying to lick up all the water.
Ryan looked around at hearing the metal bowl scrape against the floor accompanied by her whimpers.
"Damn it, dog cunt! What a mess!"
Ryan sighed and rose from his seat, picked up the bowl and set up on the counter. He grabbed some paper towels and mopped up the water. She waited for the jolt of electricity but none came.
"Bad girl!"
Ryan grabbed her collar and dragged her into the bathroom and pointed at the toilet.
"Since you cant manage to drink out of your bowl, maybe you can manage to drink out of this bigger bowl."
Megan looked up at him, eyes wide.
"Go on dog cunt, drink from the toilet. That's what dogs do."
Ryan grabbed her collar and lifted her up and forced her face down into the toilet. He brought his hand down over her ass, hitting her hard. Megan bucked up and yelped, trying to wrench away from him. Just then a jolt of electricity went through her body, the strongest one yet. She cried out and fell to the floor. Ryan dragged her back to the bedroom and opened the closet door and shoved her in.
"When we get home, you will find a cage has been installed in our bedroom. For now, you will stay in the closet until you can behave."
With that, Ryan slammed the closet door and she heard the lock turn. She listened as his footsteps faded away.
Megan began to softly cry, she had acted like a child and disappointed and angered her Master.
After what seemed like hours, but was in reality only thirty minutes, Megan heard Ryan's footsteps as he approached the closet. He opened the door; she looked up at him and squinted at the light. Ryan caressed her tear- stained face and led her out of the darkness.
"Have you learned your lesson dog cunt? Next time you will beg to be locked away if you act like that. That behavior is unacceptable and you know it."
Megan looked down in shame, tears spilling down her face.
Ryan sighed and removed the long heavy chain leash. She looked tired and worn and it wasn't even lunch yet. He had plans for his slut and he didn't want her exhausted and upset.
"I don't think you'll be needing this pup, it's snowing outside now so you won't be going out. I assume you will come immediately when I call you?"
Megan barked, "ARF!"
She waggled her ass and panted, trying to show him how grateful she was and that yes, she would obey.
Ryan stroked her back and down her firm ass cheeks, trailing his fingertips over her ass and swollen cunt lips. Even with all this, the slut was ready to be fucked. Ryan went to the bed and got the puppy tail from his coat pocket.
Ryan held out the plug to her lips and she automatically took it in her mouth and sucked, as that was the only lube she ever got. She turned and presented her ass. Ryan held the plug at her rosebud and began to work it in, fucking her ass slowly with it. Megan whimpered as he pushed it in a bit further with each thrust. He began to play with her cunt lips, stroking the slit before sliding two fingers into her wet hole, pumping her cunt as he fucked her ass with the plug. Megan arched her back, lifting her ass high and began humping the plug and Ryan's fingers. She began to shudder as a low growl emanated from her throat.
"Don't you dare cum, dog cunt."
Megan whimpered and lowered her chest to the floor, offering herself to him. Ryan gave a final push on the plug as she rubbed her nipples against the carpet. Her ass wantonly sucked in the plug with a slurp.
"Wag your tail for me, dog cunt. Show me how proud you are of that tail."
Megan wiggled her hips, shaking her tail. She strutted around in a small circle, showing off her new tail.
Ryan smiled, "Good puppy."
Ryan stood and looked at the wagging dog cunt and unzipped his jeans. He freed his cock from the material and stroked it. Megan watched him slowly bring it to its full size. A small whimper escaped from her lips. She sat up and held her hands up in a begging posture.
"ARF! ARF! ARF!"
Megan whimpered and begged like the pathetic slut she was.
"Does puppy want a treat?"
Megan panted, begging for her Masters cock.
Ryan slipped his hand into her hair and wound a handful around his fist as he rubbed the head of his cock against her lips. Megan opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, barely lapping the head of his cock. He relaxed his grip and she began to lap and suckle her way up and down the shaft, the velvet skin tender against her lips. Megan cupped his balls and massaged them gently, rolling them between her fingers, as she ministered to his cock with her mouth. Megan moved her hand to his rigid shaft and stroked it as she began licking his balls. She suckled enthusiastically, moans vibrating against his balls as she sucked his orbs into her mouth one by one. She bathed them with her diligent tongue as she held each in her mouth, using gentle suction. Megan rubbed her face against his balls as she began to lap the underside of his hard erect cock. Moving her hand back to his balls she returned her attention to his stiff rod. Ryan moaned as she continued to slowly lap and lick and suck all over the shaft. Megan made sure that she never took the head in her mouth. She knew this drove him crazy. Ryan tightened his grip in her hair and growled. He grasped his cock, shoved it in her mouth and began to fuck her face. Megan purred from deep in her throat as he used her mouth for a fuckhole, knowing that he loved the sounds of her passion vibrating against his cock. Ryan forced his cock into her throat, causing her to gag at each thrust. Normally when she would wretch he backed off a bit. This time it seemed to spur him on as he fucked her face, driving it in that much harder. Megan grasped his hips as he used her mouth as a mere hole. Ryan grunted, letting his needs take over. She gasped for air and swallowed his cock as he thrust it deep in her throat. Megan used her throat muscles to squeeze the head of his cock, coaxing his seed to her mouth. She felt Ryan's legs stiffen and his back lock as he spewed his cum in her mouth. Megan drank thirstily from his cock, eagerly lapping up her gift from his cock and her chin where some errant cum had trickled.
Ryan finally loosened his grip on her hair and sat in the recliner. Megan sat at his feet and quietly nuzzled his thigh as he stroked her hair. Ryan smiled down at her after having regained his composure.
"Up, puppy it's time for lunch and I think you need a break."
Ryan fixed Megan a cup of hot tea while he started lunch. She soon got up to help and they made lunch together. Megan got two place settings from the cabinet and started setting the table. Ryan watched her, amazed by the gift she gave him daily. She often spoke of how lucky she was. Ryan worried at times that he didn't tell her often enough how he thought he was the lucky one.
Ryan moved to the table where she stood, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Megan purred into the kiss and responded by pressing her body into his. She wrapped her arms around him and slid her hands down his back, digging her nails in. Megan traced over his skin with her lips, and breathing hotly against his flesh, bit his shoulder sharply at the base of his neck. Ryan growled at the pain even as his cock hardened and he dug his hands into her ass cheeks. He moved a hand between her thighs and roughly fingered her cunt. She whimpered loudly and ground against his fingers.
Megan whispered, " Please Master ."
Wordlessly, Ryan turned her around and pushed her over the kitchen table, dishes and all. He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down to his hips and kicked her feet apart.
He wrapped his strong arm around her neck and pulled her back up and whispered against her ear, " I am going to fuck your ass now, Megan, and I am going to fuck it hard. "
With that Ryan pushed Megan back down onto the table, mashing her breasts into the plates and held his cock at the entrance of her ass. He thrust and buried his cock half way into her hole in one motion. Megan screamed at the savage entry. Ryan held his cock in her ass for just a moment, letting the pain register before he began fucking her. He rammed her ass with his cock, burying it deeper with each thrust, taking what was his. Megan cried out as he brutally raped her ass.
Her well-trained body began to respond and her ass dilated, opening whorishly to accept him. Megan braced herself with her hands against the table and began to grind back into him, her ass gripping his cock. Ryan's cock was sliding in with more ease as her body accepted him and she groaned as the friction heated her body. Megan growled in pure carnal need and rammed back against him as ferally as he was fucking her. Ryan moved his hands to her thighs and lifted her, spreading her legs wider so that he could angle her hole in a different position. As he rutted her ass from this new angle, she screamed again in pain. She clawed at the table in her heat and hissed at him to make her bleed. Ryan pounded her ass violently, the pain and pleasure mixed together in a mass that neither could any longer discern. Ryan fucked her ass unmercifully, grunting in his own need. She tried to fuck back from the position she was in, but managed only to grind onto his rock hard member. Megan started to shiver. Her ass muscle clenched onto his cock involuntarily. She couldn't control this orgasm. Ryan felt her tremble as her ass clenched his cock. He hissed at her through gritted teeth to cum. Ryan gave a final hard thrust before his cum spewed into her whore ass. She felt his cum jet into her ass and they both came together in a mass of pain and pleasure and mingling juices. They slumped onto the table, unable to move and only semi aware of their surroundings.
Ryan and Megan stumbled to a chair and sat, him pulling her into his lap. They both needed to catch their breath and gather their wits about them.
Ryan recovered first, and rose from the chair still holding her and carried her to the bedroom. He gently laid her onto the bed and crawled in beside her after getting undressed the rest of the way. Megan immediately cuddled up to Ryan and he kissed her, holding her close until they both drifted off to sleep.
Ryan awoke an hour later with Megan straddling his hips, massaging his back. He groaned as she tenderly worked over the muscles in his back and shoulders. He could feel the wetness between her thighs and smell her needy sex. He wondered if the day would come that she wouldn't be ready for him. He had seen no evidence of it yet.
Ryan stretched out and relished her attentions, enjoying as she moved down, straddling his legs so she could massage his lower back.
Ryan felt her hands on his ass cheeks and the stretch as she spread them. He started to turn around but hesitated when he felt Megan's hot breath at his hole.
Ryan moaned and lifted his ass to her as she slid her tongue around the rim. Megan slid her tongue inside his most private hole, inhaling the earthy scent inside her flared nostrils. She darted her tongue in and out, fucking his ass. Megan buried her face between his ass cheeks and licked and slurped and tongue fucked her owner. Ryan shuddered as she slid two slender fingers in.
Ryan pulled away suddenly and rolled over on his side, despite her whimpers of protest. He smiled at her desire to please him. This wasn't the time for that, as much as he wanted it.
"Not now, baby, not now."
Ryan rose and strode to the toy bag and selected the restraints he wanted. He returned to the bed and pointed.
"Lay down, my slut, spread eagle."
Megan immediately got into place and Ryan cuffed each wrist and tied it off to the king size headboard. He moved to the foot of the bed and repeated the same process, tying her cuffed ankles to the footboard and making sure she was stretched out. Ryan didn't want her to be able to move.
Ryan moved over to the dresser and picked up a flannel pouch. Megan strained to see what was in the gray pouch as he removed it but only saw a glint of metal. As she saw the glint, Megan realized what Ryan had in his hand. Ryan turned toward her, his favorite knife in hand. Ryan loved knife play and she had the scars to prove it.
Ryan crawled on the bed and straddled her hips. He held the knife to her neck and moved it down slowly, dragging the tip of the knife down and around her breast. Megan's nipples were at attention and her cunt was throbbing. Ryan wasn't alone in his love of knife play. To Megan this was one of the ultimate acts of trust and submission she could offer to him.
Ryan moved the knife to the other side of her neck, the dull side still turned toward her skin, but she never knew when he would flip the knife and leave a small thin trail of blood. Megan felt the tip pressing evenly into her flesh, even if not breaking the skin. Ryan didn't make mistakes with the knife and on the occasions he had drawn blood, it was intentional. Megan would often have to fight off the orgasms as he broke her skin and would lap her blood and kiss her, giving her back her life force.
Megan felt the knife trail across her breast towards her nipple. She moaned as Ryan pricked her skin outside her areola, her body trembling as she felt the sting and the warmth of the blood. Ryan leaned over her and lapped her breast, licking up the droplets of blood. Rather than kissing her, he opened his mouth letting her see the crimson stain on his tongue. Megan shuddered, trying to maintain control.
Ryan moved the knife along her breast and began to press in against her skin, this time with the sharpened side. Megan whimpered as she felt the cut along her breast. The pain intensified and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She dared not look down. She felt a trail of warm sticky blood run down her chest towards her stomach. He had never cut her that much before, or in a place so obvious. Ryan wiped the blood on his fingers and held it to her lips.
" Lick my fingers clean, whore ", he whispered.
Megan whimpered, but obeyed. She always obeyed in the end.
Ryan moved the knife down her stomach, pressing in the dull edge. She quivered, as he got closer to her mound. He dragged the knife down to her wet swollen lips and pressed the tip into her cunt lip without breaking the skin. Ryan dragged the knife up over the tattoo of his name and her slave registration number that he had tattooed on her hip. She felt the shift of his hand and knew he had flipped the knife. Ryan pressed the knife into her flesh and watched as a thin trail of blood bubbled up. He lapped the blood as it oozed from her flesh, running his crimson stained tongue over her tattoo as well. Ryan leaned up and kissed Megan, giving her back her life's blood.
He moved back down between her spread legs and traced the tip of the knife over the small scars on the inside of her thighs. Ryan nibbled her cunt lips and licked her thigh. He turned the knife again and pressed into her tender skin. She felt the cut as he dragged the knife parallel to the other cuts. There were a number of small cuts on the inside of her thigh, one for each time of knife play.
It was the way he kept score, and she bore the scars proudly.
Ryan put the knife aside and touched her cheek with his blood - stained hand. He kissed her lightly on the forehead before rising from the bed to remove the bindings from her wrists and ankles. Megan rubbed her wrists as he released the cuffs. Ryan checked the fine cuts and cleaned them with antiseptic.
He lay down beside her on the bed and took her in his arms, and kissed her tenderly. They snuggled close and Megan sighed, knowing the weekend was coming to an end.
"So babygirl, did the weekend rival the fantasy you described to me?"
Megan smiled as she looked into his blue eyes.
"Oh yes, Master, and more".
"Happy Valentines, babygirl, I love you."
"Happy Valentines, Master. I love you, too. It was the perfect Valentine's gift."
By sweetcandyapple