In the Doghouse - Chapter 211
At this moment, Richard believed he was the happiest man across the entire continent. Or at least, that’s how he felt. When Courtney had sent the guards and everyone else outside the castle walls, he had nearly burst with joy—both his heart and a certain other part of him.
Now, in this remote villa, it was just the two of them. While Richard generally cared little about the presence of others, Courtney was different.
The fact that she had emptied the place of all other eyes could only mean one thing: she intended to handle him with absolute abandon. Naturally, his happiness was at its peak.
Under the table, Courtney lowered her head and cheerfully asked,
“Shasha, is it good?”
“Woof!”
He replied enthusiastically, before burying his face back into the bowl. His designated spot was the bare wooden floor beneath the dining table, without even a carpet to cushion it. Courtney paused her own meal to watch him eat.
His ‘dog bowl’ was nothing more than a large, crude bowl she had rummaged out of the kitchen cabinets. Though its appearance left much to be desired, the food within was identical to what Courtney was eating at the table.
However, unlike the refined arrangement on her plate, everything had been unceremoniously dumped into his bowl. It didn’t make for the most appetizing presentation, but Richard didn’t seem to care.
Like a true dog, he dove headfirst into the bowl, ravenously scarfing down the contents.
Naked except for a leather collar around his neck, Richard was the picture of shameless obedience. The thick collar bore a pendant engraved with the initials of both their names.
Though he had no reason to flee, Courtney had tied the leash attached to the collar to the table leg—because it simply felt more fitting.
Between his legs, a long golden tail, another ‘gift’ from Courtney, swayed as if in perfect harmony with his role.
Looking back, their long history of playful depravity was truly something to marvel at.
For the duration of their vacation, Richard would remain in this state—a man who had set down not only his crown but perhaps a bit too much of his dignity as well.
“Can’t you eat a little more neatly?” Courtney chided.
Richard glanced up at her, his face smeared with sauce across his nose, cheeks, and chin. It was inevitable when eating from a bowl in such a manner. But Courtney’s displeasure wasn’t about his messy face—her eyes narrowed as she clicked her tongue.
“You’ve spilled food everywhere.”
Richard, suddenly aware, looked around. While engrossed in his canine role, bits of food had scattered beyond the bowl, littering the floor. He immediately began picking up the fallen pieces with his mouth, his hands curled on the floor like paws.
Courtney briefly worried about the hygiene of the old wooden floor but quickly dismissed it. It was far too late for that concern—Richard had already devoured everything on the ground and was licking the rim of the bowl to catch the last remnants. He was robust enough that a bit of dirt wouldn’t hurt him—or so she rationalized before straightening back up.
The modest meal consisted of soft bread, a soup filled with various vegetables, and lightly grilled fresh meat. If the imperial palace chef saw this, he would have fainted at the simplicity. Still, Courtney reflected on the self-prepared table with a faint smile. Compared to the humble meals she used to have long ago, this was practically a feast.
After lunch, what should they do first? Courtney thought of the items she had carefully packed and brought to the villa, one by one. Naturally, the possibilities were endless, and she couldn’t help but let her imagination wander.
Courtney planned to use this opportunity to deepen their relationship—specifically, the dynamic between master and slave.
Strictly speaking, the more demanding role in such a relationship was the master’s. They had to actively control the intensity of the play, introduce new stimuli at the right moments, and ensure balance throughout. While the slave endured significant physical and mental strain, Courtney often felt a tinge of unfairness since Richard seemed to take everything in stride without much difficulty.
Lost in her thoughts, she pursed her lips in contemplation. Suddenly, she felt something brush against her leg. Tilting her head slightly, Courtney glanced under the table. At some point, Richard had crawled to her feet and was rubbing his head against her leg like a pet seeking affection.
“Are you finished?”
“Woof woof!”
Richard barked, still crouched as he rubbed his shoulder against her calf. Courtney looked over at his bowl, placed a bit farther away. It gleamed as though he had licked it spotless. She let out an involuntary chuckle. Perhaps he really was cut out for this role as a dog.
“Good boy,” she praised, patting his head.
It was then that she noticed his face, smeared with sauce from his meal. Picking up a napkin, she wiped his face clean. Richard responded with an expression of pure bliss, even sticking his tongue out and panting like a dog without being prompted.
Courtney’s gaze flicked briefly to the space between his legs. All she had done was make him eat like a dog, nothing overtly s****l. Yet, his e******n stood rigid, glistening with the transparent fluid that had dripped from its tip. He was utterly absorbed in this role.
Though Richard couldn’t see it from under the table, Courtney’s expression turned uncharacteristically serious. She realized she needed to adjust her plans slightly.
If things continued like this, she risked once again being a pitiful master dragged along by her overly enthusiastic ‘dog’. Determined not to let that happen, she decided to push boundaries and attempt some of the more challenging scenarios she had initially hesitated to try.
Whether Richard was aware of the trials and tribulations awaiting him or not, he smiled brightly and rested his head on her lap, completely at ease.
