Page 67 of Silver

I’m panting, drool already dripping off my chin as something cold nudges my entrance. Silver slips the bullet into me. I have no idea how big it is, but my virgin channel is tight, so it’s not going anywhere without me pushing it out.

“Good girl,” he croons again, stroking my inner thighs. “If the bullet isn’t inside you when I return, I will use the crop on your pussy before I release you.”

A whine escapes me.

He chuckles. “You need the challenge, precious.” And then he turns it on.

My entire body arches as the device rumbles inside my pussy. I clench around the bullet, breathing heavily through my nose.

Silver touches my folds. “You’ve got this, precious.”

I flinch at the distinct snick of the gate closing and then the lock snapping into place. Those last two parts of this routine are totally superfluous. They’re meant to condition me. It’s not as if I could escape, even if the gate were left open. Closing it makes me feel more confined. Locking it makes my heart race.

The door to the room opens and shuts, then another lock. No human has ever been more secure in history. I doubt hardened criminals have as many locks preventing their escape.

The lock on the door, however, serves another purpose. I appreciate it every time I hear it click into place because it means no one else in the house can walk in and see me like this. My total humiliation.

Even though I’m a prisoner, I suspect no one living here would flinch if they saw me in this cage. Somehow, I get the impression all of them are as deviant as Silver, including his sister. I’m confident she’s also being held against her will. Though if she’s been here longer than I have, she might be more accepting of her plight.

Will I ever get the opportunity to speak to her? I’d love to know if she’s also a slave. Not the specifics, because Lord knows I’m not willing to share my own humiliation, but is she also a masochistic submissive? Is Rook a sadist like Silver?

It’s easier if I focus on these questions swirling in my mind. Anything to ignore the constant vibrations inside me. I’d rather ensure it doesn’t slip out than let myself experience pleasure from it. Mind over matter…

I grip the bars and press my knees as wide as possible, centering myself. Long, slow inhales. Not being able to see is so frustrating. The loss of my sight forces me into my head. Silver knows that.

Arousal is leaking out of me. I’m sure the metal pan beneath me is slippery from my juices.

Grip, Daphne… Don’t let go.

I moan, every second agonizing. I’m getting too aroused, but I’m afraid to come. Afraid the bullet will slip out of me. It’s too hard, though. And then I have a new thought. Do I care? So what if I can’t hold on to it? So what if my Master swats my pussy? The only reason it’s scary is that it’s one thing he hasn’t done to me yet. But he will. Eventually. Now that he’s spoken the threat out loud, I know it’s coming. If not from this, then from something else.

Instead of fighting any longer, I focus on how good it feels, not just the bullet but my entire body. As soon as I stop fighting, I feel freer. I think I could fly, and I might if I orgasm. I may actually transcend this kennel.

Panting heavily, I concentrate on the way the air is making my nipples hard, how swollen my labia feel, and the fact that my clit is so engorged it’s exposed. I wonder what I look like. Maybe I’ll ask my Master to take pictures sometime and show me.

I shudder at the thought. Why the hell would that come to mind?

Tipping my head toward the ceiling, I draw my shoulders back, forcing my tits forward. They quiver and bounce as I let waves of pleasure consume me.

My release is powerful, partly because I made this choice. My channel grips the bullet hard, perhaps drawing it in deeper. It’s not until the first orgasm ebbs that I realize it won’t be the only one. The stimulation is still there. It hasn’t eased. I’m thrust into another wave of pulsing ecstasy, gasping as my body shivers.

A low groan escapes my mouth around the bit. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. I can’t take it anymore. Now that I’ve allowed myself to come, I can’t make it stop.

I have no idea how long my Master might be gone. It could be a long time. He’s probably watching me on an app, which means he’ll return when he’s good and ready. His arrival has nothing to do with food preparation.

The only way out of this cycle is to push the bullet out of me. I’m not certain if that’s possible. Now I’m worried I might pee myself if I bear down. But who the fuck cares?

Giving up the fight before I lose my mind, I strain, willing the evil bullet to slide out. As if I’m giving birth, I push, finally extracting it. It hits the metal floor with a loud clang.

The vibrations continue. It must have rolled against something. Probably the kennel. It echoes loudly in the room, tormenting me, but the pressure inside me is relieved. I drop my head back farther and inhale deeply. I feel…sexy. I bet if my Master were in front of me, he’d be fisting his cock. I suspect he’s gritting his teeth wherever he is right now, watching me. My spent body heaves as I regain control of my mind.

I’m oddly pleased with myself and not the least bit concerned about the cropping I’m going to receive when he returns. I’m looking forward to it. I want to experience everything.

Silver would never injure me. He’s told me so more than once. I’m precious to him. He won’t mark my body or harm me irreparably. Taking the crop to my clit will hurt, but I can handle it, and it will please him.

When did I decide I want to please him?

I’m calm as I hear the door open and close. He sets something on the table. When he finally speaks, it’s from directly in front of me. “Such a naughty girl,” he says in a teasing voice.