In the Doghouse - Chapter 189
Richard tentatively lowered his head toward her.
Right in front of him was the realistic, life-sized imitation. Its appearance was uncannily close to the real thing, down to its texture, which only made it harder for him to comply.
After a moment’s hesitation, he finally extended his tongue to touch the tip, but the object immediately hardened. Startled, he tried to pull away, but Courtney’s hand was already firmly on the back of his head, holding him in place.
The imitation penetrated his mouth, forcing his jaw open as it pushed toward the back of his throat, hardening even more as it did. Richard’s eyes widened as he looked up at her, and Courtney’s eyes gleamed with a cold expression.
“Work harder. Or do you want to get hurt?”
He nodded quickly, and she eased up just enough for him to catch his breath. Exhaling softly through his nose, he obediently began to work, running his tongue over the hard surface. The lifelike warmth and texture of the material sent a chill down his spine.
Courtney had been dubious at first about the enchanted item but now marveled at its effectiveness. She had been skeptical about the wait, but now, holding the result in her hands, she found it worth every penny.
The original request had been for a simple imitation, but the shop, treating her as a valued customer, offered something truly unique. With just a single strand of her hair, they promised to create an enchanted piece that would surpass expectations.
Courtney hadn’t expected much, paying half up front with the other half to be paid only if she was satisfied. The shop accepted her terms without hesitation—maybe they knew the piece’s true quality. Now, she found herself more than willing to pay the rest.
“Haa— More. Lick even more.”
As Richard’s lips moved up and down the length, his efforts only heightened her satisfaction, pressing her deeper into the experience. She held his head firmly, guiding him as she leaned back and breathed deeply, momentarily losing herself in the experience.
Sensing her reactions, Richard seemed to understand this was no ordinary device. He focused intently, as though treating it as an extension of her own body.
The enchanted item was designed with a feedback loop, which transmitted every sensation from the imitation to her directly. She reveled in the intensity but was aware of a drawback—the enchantment automatically eased the device after each simulated climax, mimicking a refractory period, which made it challenging to maintain a continuous experience.
Just as she neared a peak, she pushed Richard’s head away, regaining her control.
“That’s enough.”
Richard immediately pulled back, but she could see his disappointment and curiosity. With a quick, firm command, she said,
“Remove it.”
“Yes, Master.”
There was no need for further explanation. Throughout the winter, he had grown accustomed to enduring this routine. Lifting his knees and shifting his balance, he reached down and positioned himself so that his grip could press against his entrance.
A slight strain showed on his face as he began to push. The enchantment resisted at first, holding the plug firmly in place, but slowly, the obstruction gave way.
As he exerted pressure, his muscles trembled. With a faint sound, the plug finally emerged, dropping onto the grass below.
Breathing heavily, Richard softly counted.
“One.”
The unusual ritual continued, one after another, until he reached ten. Each count punctuated with a small sigh of relief. Despite feeling physically exhausted, he still had more to do.
Turning onto his stomach, he propped himself up on his elbows and raised his hips, spreading himself open for her inspection. His face was damp from the effort, but he wore a faint smile as he whispered,
“Master, please inspect me.”
Only then did Courtney step closer. Kneeling to inspect him, she saw the care he had taken. Pretending to scrutinize him closely, she leaned forward and blew gently. He shivered.
“You’re really eager to take your Master’s c**k, aren’t you?”
“Ye— nngh!”
Without warning, her fingers slipped inside, testing his readiness with small movements. He was well-prepared, just as she’d planned.
However, as she lined up the imitation, he involuntarily pulled away. Without missing a beat, her hand landed sharply on his backside.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I-I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t mean—”
Her hand struck again, this time closer to his most sensitive areas. Over time, she had mastered how to discipline him, and her hand struck true.
“No more running. The next time you try, I’ll let anyone passing by have you. Is that what you want?”
“No, Master. Only you.”
