The answer would always be “no” when told to drink from the bowl on the floor. “I don’t know I just don’t want to, it’s weird.” she would protest.
Then Monday daddy locked her hands up like this, on Tuesday her normal clothes were thrown away. On Wednesday she began to sleep on the floor, with the mittens locked to the bed, she began to realize how important hands were to being self sufficient. On Thursday Daddy gagged her and got her fixed, he knew how to pierce, and she was obviously having behavioral problems.
“What’s wrong slut?” He condescendingly said as he locked her cunt shut, and attached the key to her collar.
She tried to protest, but just thrashed moaned and mumbled.
“You know that’s why they call it doggy style right? Because good little pets get fixed, and learn to please their owner with their other holes, slut.” He forced in a buttplug with a tail on it, and also locked it securely, this key was attached to her collar as well, but the mittens totally quelled any hope of retrieving them, she felt humiliated.
On Friday she felt rebellious, and even though Daddy told her to always be on all 4’s, she tried to stand- was met with a vicious shock, and realized she was wearing a shock collar, and was restrained to a perimeter.
The daily degradation was wearing on her, she hated it, loved it.
Daddy walked in to find her with her back arched, face stuffed into the leather couch, hopelessly rubbing her gloves over the shield on her clit. Horrified that he had seen it, she froze when the door slammed.
On Saturday he picked out a cage, and before locking her in for the night reminded her of the first time she drank from the floor.
“See bitch? Everyone online thinks you’re the cutest little pet.”
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