Waking up to the feeling of cold metal in my mouth. I can't see, tight fabric touches my eyelids. I reach up to remove the blindfold but my hands are strapped down. I'm sitting in a chair, my wrists strapped to the arms of it and my feet shackled somewhere, I can't tell, I just know I can't move. I also can't move my tongue, or my lips, I can't close my mouth. I panic and yell out but my throat is so dry I barely make a noise. I nearly jump out of the restraints when I hear their voice close to the side of my face.
"So you think it's fun to be a brat all day, push my buttons and run that mouth of yours. Try back talking to me now." I whine and try to beg for forgiveness but my mouth can't close to form the words, I give up.
"No no, keep going mutt, c'mon speak." I can hear the sadistic smirk in their voice. I don't give in. "I said. Keep. Going." I hear them move closer and then my mouth is opened wider, I cry out and give in. I beg, I beg for them to stop, to take this thing out of my mouth. My words don't form and I'm practically babbling and whining.
"Stupid dog, you can't speak, why are you still trying?" I want to shout, because you fucking told me to but I just huff through my nose.
"I care for you, I protect you, I allow you to be used by me, and you treat me back with sass, I'm getting tired, puppy." I hear something small unbuckle and a metal clink. Before I can guess what was happening, my tongue is pulled out of my open mouth with a clamp. This is when I realize my head is also strapped in place. I can't stop them, I can't do anything but sit here and whine like a helpless dog.
"I truly don't want to do this to you pup, but you have to learn. This is to help you be good for me, yeah?" They grab my chin and nod my head yes as best they can with it strapped down. I'm panting, my heart is racing, are they going to put their cigarette out on my tongue? Pft I can handle and enjoy- I scream at the top of my lungs and try thrashing.
There's a searing heat across my tongue, and I can hear the blade slicing through the surface. Thankfully they are quick, one more lash and they back off. Tears soak the blindfold and my tongue burns. I won't talk back again, well until this heals.
"Here you go dear." They take the gadget keeping my mouth open out and my jaw relaxes, but I don't want to close my mouth all the way, worried it'll make the pain worse. All I can taste is my own blood, it spills down my lip. The blindfold is removed and Owner stands smiling proudly at me, they hold a glass of water to my lips.
"Rinse and spit my pup." I do as I'm told then stick my tongue out when told. They put gauze to my tongue then unstrap one wrist. "Hold the gauze to your tongue." They speak gently, but I know how giddy they are at hurting me in this way, there's a glimmer in their eyes, it makes me wetter. They finish unstrapping my limbs as I hold the gauze. They grab something from the tools table, come back to me and hold a mirror in my face. I look up at them, they gesture down, I open my mouth and look at my tongue. Carved into it is their initials.
"Now you shouldn't forget who's mouth this belongs to and who controls it, isn't that right pup?"
"Yes Owner." In the same way their eyes glimmer, mine do too. They know this isn't my last punishment for pushing them to the edge.
