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Chapter 7
As is routine, bitch begged permission to speak as soon as it awoke. Permission granted it begged permission to toilet and to put on human clothes to exercise. Permission granted, once it had evacuated it grabbed a pair of shorts from the box along with a top, trainers and socks and left the house, getting dressed in the yard. it should explain that it has a box of workout clothes at the door and grabs whatever comes to hand when such clothing is appropriate. From time to time clothing enters the laundry cycle and so what comes to hand varies.
This particular morning it ended up wearing a sleeveless muscle top with gaping arm holes and a pair of mesh shorts that hadn't made it to the top of the pile in a while. As Autumn turned to winter the rain arrived and during this morning's run it was caught in a downpour of torrential rain. Initially it tried to cower under a tree, but it seemed the rain would not relent, and it would need to get to work some time. Although it was raining, it wasn't especially cold and so bitch resolved to resume running and complete the circuit instead of taking the shorter route back home. it is better for it to complete its exercise. Without the exercise it will never lose the lard it needs to in order to be more like Master R wants it to be.
Of course, as it ran, its clothing became wet through and clung to bitch's skin. Looking down it seemed that the shorts had become transparent and it took a photo to test this theory. The shorts virtually disappeared and everything could be seen. bitch's smooth, shaved crotch was evident as the wet fabric clung and the cage could not be missed.
bitch cringed at the prospect of being seen like this, but it had little option but to continue running as it was now about as far from home as possible. Mercifully, the weather kept the walkers and bikers indoors, but it encountered the usual morning traffic including a couple of motorists who honked at bitch to its distress.
Master R expressed approval for the shorts and had it model them without the cage before declaring that those white shorts, worn WET, were required next time it exercised.
it wished it had not shown Master R the pic but it could not hold something like that from Him. It is wrong to lie to Master R or to conceal something from Him that He would want to know.
G is for garden hose
For the morning's G task, it decided that another beating was in order. it took the same length of garden hose as was used to administer the enema and folded it a couple of times. it beat itself for five minutes in batches of ten per side and its ass stung by the time it was done. As well as the multiple pieces which meant that every blow was like three, the corners where the folded hose doubled back on itself were especially cruel being hard and of small surface area as well as being at the distal end of the swing. its ass was sore by the time it was finished, and it fully expected a red ass and maybe some bruising as well, but there was only a slight red hue in evidence. The lack of discolouration did not mean that bitch was not reminded of what it had done to amuse Master R every time it sat down at work.
G is for Gagged for Master R
The constant reminder of what it was may have motivated it to complete the next task before going home. it has a waffle ball-gag which is effective in securing its mouth while leaving its airway unobstructed. The gag is also effective in suppressing the swallow action while simultaneously making bitch drool.
In the same toilet as before it stripped naked and secured the gag before kneeling for Master R as is proper. it remained kneeling on the hard, tiled floor, legs spread wide apart, hands clasped behind its head and in no time a string of drool hung from its chin and dripped onto its chest. it remained in this position for almost a quarter of an hour until the sound of keys in the door outside told it the cleaners were about. it scurried into a cubicle and got dressed waiting until the last opportunity to remove the gag.
G is for Golden Shower
In the evening before going to bed bitch took itself back to the bath, the scene of the enema. it had made sure to drink plenty of water so it would be able to produce a strong flow to best entertain Master R. Actually, it seems lying on its back with its genitals secured by a steel chastity device is not conducive to a strong flow. Something somewhere constricted the flow so that it was but a trickle, notwithstanding that the trickle continued for quite a while. it raised its bum from the bottom of the bath, and this seemed to help the flow with the secondary effect of having some of the piss spray on bitch's face. it felt so low, insignificant, disgusting to subject itself to this, not because it was being punished, but because it freely elected to do it in the hopes that Master R may get some pleasure from how low it brought itself for Him.
bitch ended its day by sending a video to Master R showing how it had debased itself for Him.
bitch respectfully begs You to contact it at hisslavebumboi@gmail.com with Your comments or criticisms and it especially begs You to suggest a suitable punishment if You spot any errors. Rest assured that Master R is interested in what You have to say and bitch will be thankful for Your input.