Page 70 of Servitude to Serpents

“Sorry,” I croak.

“Last chance, little pet. What. Are. You?”

Tears blur my vision as I force myself up to a sitting position, my hair shifting free from my face as I stare up at him. “A bad dog.”

He nods, barely looking away from me as he pulls open a drawer. When he pulls out a permanent marker, my stomach drops. I wanted his attention, but this…this doesn’t feel good. I didn’t want to be bad for real. “I’m sorry, I—"

His hand gathers in my hair, wrenching my head back as he uncaps the marker with his teeth, spitting the lid somewhere behind me. “Spell it.”

“Master,please,” I beg.

His hand tightens in my hair, making me wince.

“B.”

He pens it on my chest.

“A.”

Each letter feels like it’s being carved in stone.

“D.”

He nods. “Continue.”

I sob again, “D. O. G.”

When his label is complete, he discards the marker and me at the same time, his cock tented in his pants as he returns to his full height. “Now, for that attention you were craving. Crawl to the middle of the floor, ass in the air by the time I get back.”

I crawl, my body feeling like it weighs more than ever. The cool hardwood acts as the slightest buffer from the sweat dusting my face. I present, shoving my ass way up. My swollen clit throbs as my core soaks itself. I’m disgustingly horny, despite my chest feeling every bit gored through.

I’m bad.

But I need this.

I’m a glutton for it.

For him.

I’m exactly what my trainer promised I’d be.

I flinch as he enters the room again, jerking my hips up higher. I don’t hazard a look at what he brought with him. My feet are eased further apart to an uncomfortable width as he engages and fastens the spreader bar, a hateful tool he often likes to use on me. My heart hurts, but it does nothing to dampen the anticipation in my gut. Pulling, taunting,need. I didn’t mean to put a voice to that, but I do.

“M-master, I need—"

“You’ve made it quite clear what you need.”

I nod, crying out as he flicks my throbbing clit before heading back to his desk. This time, I don’t hide my face, watching with rapt attention as he opensa notebook, bending the cover behind the backing. He drops it, then a pencil, in front of me.

“‘I willnotdisobey.’ One thousand times. If your penmanship becomes sloppy, you’ll erase it all and start over. I do not care if it takes all night.”

My tears sting my bad eye, leaving me with one reliable one as I look at the beautifully penned example line he wrote at the top of the page.

“Pup!” He barks, making me yelp. “Write.”

“B-but Sir, I hurt…”

“You have notbegunto hurt yet.” He warns as he kneels in front of me, his hand finding my peaked nipples as he teases them. “I will force upon you so much pleasure, you will beg for it to end, but it won’t. I won’t stop until your body betrays you, Pup. When you’re past the point of exhaustion, then, and only then, will I fuck you.”

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