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“Good girl.” I point to, first, one and then another corner in the room, reminding her of the cameras, before pulling the clear curtain and leaving the room. I don’t shut the door.

I head directly for my desk to watch my fucking gorgeous little slut obey me, dragging myself away after a few seconds to go downstairs and get our breakfast.

When I get back, she’s still in the bathroom. She has dried off, and she’s working a comb through her hair. I set her food down and join her. “Let me.”

Standing behind her, I gather her wet hair, divide it into three sections, and braid it down her back. It will keep it out of her way while she eats. When I’m done, I open a drawer and grab her collar.

She winces as I put it on her, and her eyes tear up when I attach the leash. “You know what to do. Hands and knees.”

Reluctantly, Daphne drops to all fours and lets me guide her out of the bathroom. I lead her to the corner between her desk and kennel, where I’ve put her food and water bowls.

With a hand on the back of her neck, I guide her head down so I can attach the short chain that will keep her humble while she eats. “This will be your morning routine, precious. Every day. Workout, shower, breakfast. Spending time in the corner will help you center yourself for the day. Keep your gaze on the walls. Keep your ass high and your knees parted. I want your palms on the floor at all times. You may not use your hands to eat or drink. I’ll take my shower while you eat.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers.

My cock is so hard it’s about to burst out of my sweatpants. Lucky for me, I can, and will, rub one off in the shower while my slave eats her breakfast. She’s doing well. She hasn’t put up a fight yet today. There have been some frowns and sighs, but no outright disobedience or arguing. I’m hopeful that we’re turning a corner.

Nineteen

Daphne

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My arms shake as I lower my face to the food bowl. If he makes me lift weights every morning before ordering me to eat like a dog, I’m going to struggle.

So many thoughts are racing through my mind. I’m peacefully alone for now. Silver is in the shower. The water is running, so he can’t hear me moaning around the delicious food.

I don’t know when he had time to prepare this. Maybe he did it last night after I went to bed. I suspect that’s what he did. It’s so good. Crumbled sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and a biscuit that’s been cut into small pieces and stirred in with the rest.

As soon as I take the first bite, I realize I’m famished. It’s so degrading, eating like this, naked with my ass in the air and my pussy on display. I get food on my face, and then I get all wet when I try to lap up the water.

I’m done by the time the water shuts off, and minutes later, Silver is by my side. He removes the chain from my neck, gently helps me to my knees, wipes my face with a wet washcloth, and holds up the bowl of water for me to finish it.

“Good girl. On your elbows now so we can train your asshole.”

A whine escapes my lips. I’d forgotten this was a possibility.

Silver grips my chin and narrows his gaze at me. “Did you just whine?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” I start shaking. It’s impossible to know what he might do to punish me.

“Are you ungrateful?”

“No, Sir,” I lie.

He smirks. “I’m certain that’s a fib. Naughty, ungrateful girls who don’t trust their Masters to do what’s best for them need to be disciplined.”

My lips tremble. “Yes, Sir.” My heart rate picks up.

Silver turns and walks away, leaving me a ball of nerves on my knees. I’m not sure whether he still wants me to drop to my elbows or not.

He’s back seconds later, holding something in his hand. Two somethings. I gasp when I realize what they are.

Now in front of me, he grips my breast and squeezes it tight before pinching my nipple hard and tugging on it. I’m holding my breath, trying not to move as he closes one of the nipple clamps over my tit.

I gasp. It’s so painful. My boob bounces when he lets go of it, making the discomfort worse. And I don’t dare so much as flinch as he attaches the second clamp to the other nipple.

He lifts my chin, tipping my head back. “Do they hurt?”