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She didn’t seem to mind that I hadn’t responded to her question. I couldn’t even tell how much time had passed since she had asked it, let alone since Master Hendryk had left the room; it seemed like it might have been as little as a few seconds or as much as half an hour. I didn’t have an answer, even though Candy had asked precisely the question that our owner had told me I must ponder in his absence. I did, to my surprise, feel the need to saysomething, if only to distract myself from the distressing noises that indicated my bed sister had begun to carry out Master Hendryk’s will.
“I…” I started, and found my mouth full of the comforter’s soft, clean-tasting cover.
“Hmm?” Candy asked. The noises in the drawer stopped, and then I heard her closing it.
I turned my face to the side, my left cheek against the mattress and my eyes and mouth free. I instantly regretted it when I saw Candy standing there, looking at me, holding a tube of lube in one hand—not too much lube,I remembered Master Hendryk saying, my heart skipping a beat at the recollection—and a long, thick black anal plug in the other.
That… thatcan’tbe thelittlepunishment plug, can it?
It had ridges. Three wavy ridges, each one wider than the last, before the flared base. It looked like the same hard silicone all the plugs at the Institute were made out of, except that at least in Master G’s training room the plugs were pink or purple or blue.
And not as big. Even the biggest.
Yes, I had heard some of the other girls talk about things they had heard from friends in other training groups—especially Master A’s group, which trained young women specifically as bottom girls. I had known, obviously, that some concubines got punished this way, but it had never happened to me or to any of my groupmates.
I snapped out of subspace in a terribly disorienting millisecond.
“That’s… that’s…” I tried to say.
“It’s going to hurt!” Candy said cheerfully. “Master is frustrated with you, I’m pretty sure, so this is what you get. I think you’ll learn your lesson, don’t you?”
“But… that can’t be…” I managed, as my fingers clutched convulsively at my bottom-cheeks. I had to use every bit of angelic willpower I had not to get up and try to run away. “That can’t be thelittleplug… can it?”
“No,” Candy said, shaking her head. “It definitely can be. This is the little punishment plug. The big punishment plug is in the shape of a giant penis, even bigger than Master’s. Do you want to see it?”
Now I did let go of my ass, and I scrambled up from my degrading submissive posture to crouch on the bed facing Candy, my hands covering my breasts and my pussy.
“No,” I said, feeling my face crumple and tears come into my eyes.
“He’s only shown it to me,” Candy said, “not punished me with it. It made me afraid. I hope neither of us gets it in our bottoms.” Then she said, seeming not to switch mental gears at all, “You’d better get back into position, Renee. I don’t want to have to tell Master you defied his orders.” Then, returning to her usual bright tone, “Maybe he would give you the big one!”
I bit my lip. I seemed frozen in place. WhyhadMaster Hendryk left me with this strange unreal-and-yet-all-too-real girl?
The beginning of an answer seemed to coalesce in my mind, just the misty cloud of a dawning idea. Something about how he thought I needed stricter discipline than I had gotten at the Institute… harsher measures that could make me understand just how deep my need to submit went…
Without Master G… without even Master Hendryk… in the hands of another girl, an artificial bed sister who would execute our master’s stern commands and prepare me for his use…
Candy looked at me with her brow furrowed, as if wondering how I could possibly have failed to move at the threat of the unseen big punishment plug, the enormous cock meant to correct a bed girl’s worst misconduct.
I gave a little sob and I moved, because I didn’t want to think about the thing I knew I had to think about, and because—at the very same time—a dark part of me had welled up and brought motion to my sluggish limbs. Iwanted… no, Ineededto learn. I needed to know what the huge, hard plug felt like, and to understand why Master Hendryk had decided that Candy should put it in my bottom.
The dark desire stirred me not on the mental level but on a purely physical one—a place inside me where I could sense that I wouldn’t need to think. Subspace, but a place in subspace where I had never gone. A place I hadn’t even known about before Master Hendryk had bought me and made it clear he intended to get his money’s worth in the most brutal way possible.
Why had he left me with Candy?
Because he wants to make clear to me that my need for discipline comes not from him, or from Master G, or from Candy. It comes from me.
I moved. I put my burning face in the comforter, feeling a surge of gratitude that Candy couldn’t see how mortifying a thought had just come into my mind. At the Institute, Master G had sometimes said that a girl’s submission didn’t actually depend on a dominant imposing his will on her. I hadn’t understood. I had supposed he meant something very theoretical, even New Age—that something spiritual inside the girls they recruited for sale to wealthy men and women called out to yield not to those men and women but to some cosmic idea of loving correction.
I guessed, with my face pressed to my owner’s enormous bed and my ass in the air, that I hadn’t really gotten that wrong: yes, I could feel it as part of the emotion and the sensation that filled my body—a need to submit on some abstract, spiritual level. But that part represented only a vague layer, a sort of gilded covering or maybe a sweet icing atop the darker layers that I had just for the first time realized I had underneath, in my body.
My arms reached out and my fingers touched my bottom-cheeks as I resumed the most degrading, most submissive position of all. The moment of intimacy with myself, on that purely physical level, the sheer sensation of taking hold of the cheeks my master had caned the night before, had spanked in the bathroom, and spreading them…
It wasn’t just cosmic or abstract. It had everything to do with the man who had bought me for his pleasure, but it also had everything to do with how I needed to behave apart from him, so that when he came to use me I would be able to provide him with the enjoyment he had paid for. He had left me with my artificial bed sister to teach me how thoroughly I belonged to him—not despite his cruelty but because of it.
Because he knew how to treat a girl like me, who can only be truly happy when she serves a man who knows how to degrade her utterly and to train her in the most shameful ways possible. To correct her with absolute thoroughness, as often as he feels the desire or the obligation and as strictly and painfully as he chooses.
“Oh!” Candy said, from behind me. “You look so sweet like that, Renee! Master’s going to fuck your bottom so hard!”
