In the Doghouse - Chapter 158
He hadn’t expected this at all, and his rare expression of genuine fear was unmistakable. Offering him one last chance, she asked,
“You remember the cat, right?”
The signal was clear: if he wanted to stop, a single press for a “meow” would end everything.
But Richard, stubborn as ever, simply groaned and nodded, refusing to press the safety token. Courtney’s chest tightened at his response—was all this discomfort, all his reluctance, just an act? Resolving to push forward, she steeled herself and carefully aligned the rod.
As the metal pressed into his most sensitive area, Richard’s throat strained as he let out a deep, guttural sound.
“Kuuhh, aagh…!”
The pained noise he made, almost like a wounded animal, startled Courtney. But if he was committed to enduring this, she wasn’t going to back down. She’d applied a generous amount of lubricant, and holding him steady, she continued inserting the rod into his u*****a.
Richard’s head turned from side to side in agony, his body paralyzed by fear more than pain. The invasive sensation was unlike anything he’d ever endured, a brutal, tearing pain that felt as if his entire body was splintering.
The ordeal only ended halfway down his s***t, as the wider end of the rod rested firmly at the entrance. To both of them, it looked as if a nail had been driven into his most sensitive part.
Courtney wiped her brow, with the back of her hand.
“Hnnk, huhp, hngh, ugh…”
Richard sobbed, his face damp with a mix of tears, saliva, and sweat beneath the blindfold. Watching him struggle in this state left her feeling conflicted—satisfied at bringing him to this point, but equally moved by his suffering.
At the same time, a part of her resented his continued endurance. If he activated the safety token, the game would technically be over. But the more they progressed, the less she could tell whether she actually wanted to keep going.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she resolved to move forward. She stepped off the bed and slipped out of her undergarments, feeling her own frustration mingling with her rising excitement.
In the midst of all this, she realized with a wry smile how ridiculous it was to even pretend she wasn’t as stirred up as he was. She climbed back onto the bed and straddled his chest.
“How does it feel to be punished as you asked?”
She ground herself against his firm chest, letting out small sounds of pleasure as her own arousal built. Pinching his hardened n*****s, she let out a little moan for him to hear.
“Ngh, hnngh…”
Understanding that she was pleasuring herself, Richard’s breathing grew heavier, but any attempt to respond sent another surge of pain through him. Bound and gagged, he could only groan in frustration, pain, and helpless excitement.
“Hnnh, mmh… nngh…!”
Courtney loosened his collar, running her fingers over his neck where his veins pulsed visibly. She pressed along his carotid artery, mindful that his restrained breathing was enough reason to be cautious. Noticing his nose seemed slightly blocked from his earlier sobs, she slid her finger along his mouth and murmured,
“I’ll let you speak, but only if you make it sound beautiful.”
Richard nodded eagerly, his mind wandering to thoughts of seeing her if she’d only remove the blindfold.
Finally, she took out the damp gag. Richard stretched his jaw slightly before speaking in a hoarse whisper, words that had been building up since the beginning.
“Haah, ngh… Master… it’s so painful, mmngh, but I… I love it…”
But in response—
SLAP—!
She slapped him sharply across the face.
The blow landed with a snap, and his head turned to the side. Her voice was cool, utterly devoid of warmth.
“I didn’t tell you to speak.”
“I’m sor… ugh!”
Another slap sent his head the other way. He shut his mouth instantly.
Underneath the blindfold, he blinked in confusion. His reaction wasn’t out of embarrassment or discomfort at the slap—he had no issue with her being rough. If anything, he felt lucky to experience her passionate control over him.
But something was different this time. For the first time, he sensed a barrier between them, as though she were acting from a place of detachment.
Then he heard her sigh, a long, heavy sound of frustration. The uncertainty in her voice stirred his own anxieties further. Everything had been going smoothly until this strange change.
Richard wanted to speak, to break the tension, but she suddenly grabbed his throat.
“Mmgh!”
Before he could fully process the situation, her grip tightened around his neck.
Everything felt wrong.
He wished he could dismiss his worries, but something felt deeply amiss—he sensed no warmth, no pleasure in her touch. Her emotions were distant and obscured.
He wavered, unsure if he should submit and go along with her or attempt to resist. The oxygen depletion clouded his mind further, and as his vision started to blur, the grip on his neck suddenly released.
“Cough… ngh…”
As he coughed, barely processing the situation, another unexpected thing happened. The blindfold was removed, allowing light to flood his vision. Squinting, he looked up, only to meet Courtney’s face, etched with a serious expression.
The unfamiliar sadness in her gaze made his heart sink, and her voice was soft but steady.
“It’s time… for you to leave, Richard.”
