In the Doghouse - Chapter 212
Had he done something to upset her? Richard strained to recall the events of the afternoon with his muddled mind.
After lunch, Courtney’s mood had seemed pleasant enough. The two people—more accurately, one human and one ‘dog’—had wandered the villa under the guise of exploring it.
True, he had been scolded severely for dripping pre-c*m everywhere and had his u*****a plugged as punishment, but that was nothing unusual for a mutt like him.
The atmosphere had shifted during their shared bath. She had bathed him lovingly, almost like a prized pet, washing every inch of his body herself. Then, without warning, she had shoved his head under the water.
Startled, yet oddly exhilarated, his heart had raced. Was this going to be breath control—water torture? If so, he would rise to meet her expectations. He held his breath as long as he could.
But every time, she pulled him out before he truly hit his limit. It seemed to be nothing more than a playful tease. Disappointed, yet accepting, Richard hadn’t dwelled on it. His master wasn’t one for excessively dangerous play, after all.
That, however, was the beginning of his ordeal.
Richard’s body, honed to near-superhuman endurance through relentless conditioning, had turned what might have been an intense scene into something mundane.
Courtney, frustrated by his unyielding physical capabilities, had decided to escalate. She could feel her irritation mounting—gauging the limits of someone so unusually durable wasn’t easy for someone of average strength like her.
“Let’s see you handle this,” she had resolved, a glint of determination in her eye.
After the bath, she had dragged him to a secluded room on the ground floor, far removed from the rest of the villa. What happened next unfolded in a blur.
“Ugh… ahh…”
Richard groaned as another wave of abdominal cramps wracked his body. He wanted to collapse completely, to grovel on the floor and plead for forgiveness, but he was alone.
The punishment room was silent but for his own ragged breathing and occasional whimpers. He had lost track of time—had it been minutes, or hours? To his frayed senses, it felt like an eternity.
Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision as the damp blindfold stuck to his face. He desperately wished for just one chance—one opportunity to beg for her mercy. When would she return? He clenched his wet eyes shut, helplessly enduring the unrelenting agony.
Outside the room, Courtney peeked through the slightly ajar door. Even someone as sharp as Richard seemed oblivious to her presence in his current state. She stepped into the room, her measured footsteps echoing softly on the floorboards. Only then did he realize she was there, his head snapping up in an instant.
“Ah! Master! Please, forgive me… please!”
He babbled incoherently, his voice trembling. He wasn’t even sure where she was in the room—he was too frazzled to pinpoint her exact location. He wasn’t exaggerating—Richard genuinely felt he couldn’t last another moment.
“Shh.”
Her response was cold and commanding. Her tone, always firm during scenes, carried an extra edge of severity today. One wrong word could escalate matters further. His sobs caught in his throat as he hurried to quiet himself.
Courtney circled him slowly before stopping behind him. His hips were raised high, exposing his rear completely. His hands were tied behind his back, leaving his weight supported by his shoulders and face—an awkward, uncomfortable position, but nothing he couldn’t handle physically.
Her true punishment lay elsewhere. She had filled him with a solution of water and vinegar but had deliberately chosen not to seal him with a plug.
A plug, while uncomfortable, would have provided some relief by holding everything in place. Instead, she left him to rely solely on his clenched muscles to maintain control. Worse, there was no set time limit.
Not knowing when the punishment would end only compounded his torment.
Courtney smirked at the sight of his trembling muscles. She raised her foot and nudged his taut b*****k with the tip of her shoe.
“Ahhh! N-No, Master… please!”
Richard yelped, his cries high-pitched and frantic. Despite already squeezing with all his might, he tightened further.
This was the heart of his torment. The lack of a plug forced him to endure using only his strength. If only there was a time limit—but the endless uncertainty, coupled with the physical strain, made him feel as though he would explode—or fail—in a most humiliating manner.
Courtney pressed the toe of her shoe against his puckered entrance.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Richard let out a wail, instinctively crawling forward half a step. But she followed, her shoe hovering like a threat. He felt as though she might push it inside at any moment. Panicking, he whimpered.
“Master, please! Please, I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore! Have mercy… please…”
“Is ‘please’ the only word you know how to say?” she mocked coldly.
Her tone cut through him like a blade, silencing his pleas. He could only shudder and brace himself, waiting for whatever she decided to do next.
