Angela Gets Her Boundaries Stretched– (Part 10 of the Angela series) - Sex Stories

Angela Gets Her Boundaries Stretched– (Part 10 of the Angela series)

... and rug burns on her knees from moving so fast. They got into an elevator and this time, the elevator went down. When the doors opened, they were in a basement area. The porter led her to a room where at least twenty other pets were curled up on small cushions on the floor. Most were sleeping, but a few were just sitting on their cushion looking around the room. He led her over to an empty one and attached her leash to ring on the wall, then walked off. Angela looked around, then crawled onto the cushion. The room was cool, damp and musty. She noticed a bowl of water next to the cushion, and realized just how thirsty she was and proceeded to lap up every drop. She was hungry, cold, tired, sore, and now Michael was angry with her once again. Tired finally won out and she curled up trying to get as warm as she could and she finally drifted off to sleep. It seemed like she had barely fallen asleep when someone was kicking her cushion. It was another porter who undid her leash and walked her out a side door which led to a small courtyard. Angela could tell it was daytime, but the small courtyard was entirely in shadows so was quite cool and it was raining out. They were under an awning, but he pointed to the grass and undid her leash. “If you have to go, do it now. But you are to remain on your hands and knees. You are not permitted to stand or squat. Now go. You have two minutes.” Angela crawled over to the darkest corner she could find, but the porter kept watching her. She ...

... stayed on her hands and knees but spread her legs apart as far as she could and leaned back resting on her heels, but kept her hands on the ground. She forced herself to relax and finally felt a stream of urine flow. Though she did her best to avoid it, some of it ran down her legs. At least the rain would wash some of that off as well as some of the cum that was still quite sticky. When she was done, she crawled back over to the porter who returned her to her cushion. Angela was even colder than before, and now she was wet to boot. Her stomach was growling with hunger and her head was beginning to ache from the shivering. Her body was cramping up from trying to sleep curled up on a small cushion and she did not even think she had slept very long. Thinking about the time, she figured she must have spent all day Saturday and into the night in training. It had to be sometime on Sunday already; there was no way it could still be daylight on Saturday, but then again, she really had no concept of how much time had really passed. While she was trying to warm herself up, a man came in pushing a cart holding a number of bowls. He walked up to each cushion, said something to the occupant, then placed a bowl in front of them. When he reached her, he asked if she was Angela. She nodded and he pulled a bowl from the bottom shelf of the cart, placed it in front of her, then walked to the next cushion. Angela looked at the bowl and realized it was the meal from the dining room. Michael must ...