Master smiled down at my tear covered face. Master even resorted to a No-Bark collar at times, especially when he could not immediately punish me himself. Xxx To be trapped in my mind and body, with nothing to distract me from the fear. Master’s mixture of punishment and forced enemas quickly convinced me to obey him in even this humiliating act. Do you understand now?” I nodded, exhausted. The brands had been quite effective, they were a constant reminder that this wasn’t just a nightmare, this was now my life, sealed in my own flesh. I’m nothing but a puppet on his hand as he makes me jump, moaning in torment. I wasn’t hungry in my state of pain and dissociation, but he insisted, talking quietly to me, feeding me bites of food, calling me his pet, telling me how he has enjoyed my training.
