The Stalker Visit One Day Two - Sex Stories

The Stalker Visit One Day Two

... her, Used his foot to nudge her stomach, “Ass up, come on up, up. Good girl, stay.” This was part of the conditioning she would never know if he was taking her ass or just admiring her form. Having her in position in the middle of the kitchen meant she stayed out from underfoot while he cooked. He left the leash next to her confidant she would not move. Sally could smell eggs, bacon and heard the toaster, she was on alert as she knew she had to respond to the simplest command, and she hated herself more and more for knowing that. “Bitch, Go kneel by the chair you sat at for dinner last night. You will stay there till I tell you that you may join me, and then you will get up in the chair.” Sally got up and walked to the chair then knelt down. Mike raised his eyebrows, but he had not told her she could not walk. He realized he needed to exercise her since she was going to spend a lot of time on bended knees between crawling, which she would do from now on, and kneeling. Mike went back to preparing the plates, keeping an eye on the bitch’s positioning, she was actually doing quite well for less than 24 hours. He knew if he left her alone too long thoughts of escape were bound to come up. Mike had cleaned off the table and done the dishes this morning while letting Sally sleep and drinking his coffee. He set the table and sat down paying no mind to the bitch kneeling beside her chair. Sally was soo hungry and the smell of food just made her hungrier, she wanted to eat, but he ...

... had told her not to move, but what if he forgot? She had a feeling if she disobeyed she would for sure not be allowed to eat so she knelt there shifting her weight trying to draw attention to herself. Mike laughed “You are soo cute! Sit up and eat.” He chuckled some more to himself and sat back a bit and watched her. “Honey we are not animals, place the napkin in your lap before you begin.” Mike scolded her like a child. Sally obeyed and ate. Mike said nothing to her the entire time, Meal times were a time for him to relax and get his thoughts together, and she assumed the rules from dinner applied so she ate in silence as well. When she was done she sat back and waited. Mike looked at her plate. “Finish!” Sally looked down there was only crumbs and some runny egg on the plate. She only had a fork to use and was very confused. “Sir? I am done.” “What?” his voice was getting softer and softer, this was not a good sign. “You left some. Clean the plate.” “But HOW Sir? I do not have any bread to wipe it up with and I don’t know what you want me to do, please, Sir I am trying to be good, Please?” Her begging was because she wanted him to take pity on her and not punish her for not knowing what to do, but she was so distraught she did not complete the thought, but just hung her head and cried. Mike came over to his little toy, so upset, so trying to be good and gave her a hug, “Good girl, Bitch, good girl. Okay I thought you could figure it out, but I will tell you. Lick your plate ...