In the Doghouse - Chapter 234
Well, at this rate, who cares whether his memory comes back or not?
As that thought passed through her mind, she suddenly said, as if realizing something,
“Ah, look at me.”
Richard barely managed to lift his head. But before he could even take in Courtney’s face, there was a loud smack, and his head snapped to the side. His face was full of confusion from the sudden slap. But Courtney calmly grabbed his chin and turned it back to face her.
“You probably need a good beating if you’re going to get your senses back.”
To prove her point, she slapped Richard’s cheek repeatedly. Slap, slap, slap—! She did so without holding back, and his left cheek quickly turned red. Courtney kissed his hot, flushed cheek and whispered sweetly,
“You’re really so beautiful. Do you have any idea how pretty you are right now? Ah, wait just a moment.”
With a skip in her step, Courtney walked to a corner of the room. She pulled aside a white cloth to reveal a large full-length mirror, which she wheeled closer. As the mirror approached, Richard hung his head low.
Courtney placed the mirror directly in front of Richard, then moved behind him, hugging him and forcing his head up. Richard squeezed his eyes shut.
“Look straight. See who you are.”
At her stern command, Richard cracked his eyes open. Courtney touched his face, chest, and then lower body in turn as she spoke.
“Your lips are split from being slapped. You’ve got these things dangling from your n*****s. Something vulgar is stuck up your a*s. And yet, who’s the one standing here with their c**k rock-hard?”
Richard just blinked blankly, as if his mind had gone numb. Courtney leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“That’s you. My b***h.”
She yanked down hard on the chain connecting his n*****s. Richard rocked his head back and forth in pain.
“Hiiik!”
But his hips also rocked forward and back, almost unconsciously. Finding it cute, Courtney repeated the motion a few more times.
His c**k, smeared with clear fluid, dangled in the air. She grabbed the glossy head, making Richard shudder as she gripped it like she might snap it off at any moment.
“I made you pretty again. Aren’t you going to thank me?”
“Agh!”
“You should say, ‘Thank you, Master.’”
Courtney murmured in a low voice. Still, Richard couldn’t bring himself to speak right away. But when she tugged his c**k as if she’d tear it off, he finally forced out the words.
“Tha, nk… y, ou…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence, sobbing instead. Courtney snorted and let go of his c**k. This much was enough. After all, nothing was more effective than discipline to teach a beast its place.
Humming, Courtney went back to the wardrobe. She took out a gently curved rod from her treasure trove.
It was so long it looked like a stick, but the thickness was that of an ordinary d***o. Of course, there was one special feature: both ends were shaped like mushroom heads.
Courtney put one foot up on the wardrobe and touched her own s*x. She was already drenched, as if a flood had burst. She lined up one end of the d***o with her entrance, rubbed it to moisten it, and slid it inside. With only a slight dull ache, about a third slipped in easily.
“Huu…”
With a heavy exhale, she pushed it deeper. It went in almost halfway.
The remaining half jutted out forward from between her thighs. Courtney ran her hand over her new c**k with satisfaction. She put her foot back down, squeezed tightly below, and found it perfect.
Courtney approached Richard again, c**k swinging between her legs. Realizing what was about to happen, Richard shook his head in denial.
“No… Courtney, don’t do this…”
Of course, his plea meant nothing. Courtney delivered a hard kick to the protruding end of the d***o between his b******s, driving it deep inside. Richard, hands and feet still restrained, collapsed forward helplessly.
“Hiiik…!”
His n*****s, still clamped, hit the floor and made him flinch. But this was no time to just lie there. Courtney’s shadow loomed over his body. Richard crawled on elbows and knees.
“Don’t do this, Courtney. Please, please…”
Richard repeatedly voiced his refusals, but to Courtney, who had already made up her mind, they were nothing more than a fresh delicacy.
Courtney pulled the d***o out from his a*s in one go. Instead, she pressed the tip of her new c**k against her b***h’s p***y.
