In the Doghouse - Chapter 180
Courtney, without hesitation, loosened Richard’s waistband. Pulling the fabric aside as though tearing it open, she revealed the silver metal beneath—the chastity device she had recently locked him into to manage his abstinence more strictly. It was, to say the least, an upgrade.
Unlike the previous device that only restricted his g******s, this was a full chastity belt that covered his entire g***n area. The pressure of the device was so severe that any arousal brought with it intense discomfort.
Courtney’s fingers traced over the metal as she asked with a cool detachment.
“So, how has it been, living with this? Are you getting used to it?”
“No… not really…”
Richard’s face flushed bright red, guessing what she was implying.
A chastity belt made of steel that he couldn’t remove at will. Naturally, he couldn’t relieve himself, and even managing basic bodily functions had become inconvenient. Sure, magic took care of some needs, but doing everything in the device was hardly pleasant.
This was not meant to be enjoyable. Courtney continued, smiling.
“You know, I could just leave it on permanently.”
“Ah… please, Master …”
“But I’m not your ‘master’, am I?”
She withdrew her hand, leaving him staring at her with a forlorn expression, like an abandoned puppy.
Courtney ran her fingertips over his well-shaped lips. Tentatively, he poked his tongue out to lick her fingers gently. Seizing the moment, Courtney pressed her fingers firmly into his mouth.
Her movement was forceful, with no softness in her gesture as her fingers prodded his throat, making him gag, but he obediently licked her fingers all the same.
Her voice was calm, in stark contrast to her actions.
“I’ve been thinking. You kept asking me to be your ‘master’, right?”
“Uh… yes…”
Courtney briefly recalled what the Emperor had told her when he granted her the estate: that he was considering stepping down from the throne once his grandchild was born.
She understood, in some way, the weight of that decision, and even the desire to finally set down a heavy burden.
“Perhaps you’re just a bit of a coward,” she continued, causing Richard’s half-closed eyelids to quiver.
Life’s consequences aren’t always straightforward, but she’d reached her conclusion—he was afraid. He feared standing alone at the very top, with no one to lean on or to guide him. She believed he had been running from that responsibility.
Courtney withdrew her hand, and his tongue followed her fingers instinctively before returning to its place. She wiped her dampened hand on his clothes.
Moving her hand down along his chest, she found the unlocking gem of the chastity device between his legs. With a faint click, the suffocating pressure of the device eased slightly, allowing his swollen arousal to spring free, directly into her waiting hand.
“So I’ll do it. I’ll be your master.”
“Ah…!”
Sensitive to the extreme, after being confined in metal with no release, even her soft touch felt nearly unbearable. He gasped and shifted his hips slightly, and she responded by gripping him more firmly, as though she’d squeeze him dry.
“Do you have an answer for me?”
“Yes… thank you…”
He panted, surrendering completely.
As she continued, Courtney found herself reflecting on her own needs and wants.
Her environment had shaped her into someone strong enough to handle her father and brother, making it easier to navigate the palace life.
She felt ready to become Empress at any moment, should it come to that, her confidence and strong sense of responsibility assets suited to such a role. There would be no more judgment for who she was.
Despite her strength, facing her first love had shaken her confidence. The only advice she’d ever received revolved around how to be loved as a wife, not how to love her husband. So, what was the role of a wife? Or a master? The questions overwhelmed her.
But letting go of the need to fit into some ‘normal’ mold of love made the answers easier. Richard was anything but ordinary, and if she really wanted to know how best to love him, she’d probably be better off consulting a hunter of wild hounds than a noblewoman of high standing.
All she needed now was the courage to go beyond the usual boundaries and accept her own way of love.
With a hint of mischievous allure, she whispered.
“Then you’ll listen to everything I say, won’t you?”
“Yes… yes, Master…”
That day, Richard shed tears once again—this time, tears of happiness.
Even with his face still swollen from his previous crying, he wept with joy. Finally, he cried out of sheer ecstasy rather than regret, as he’d longed to do.
