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“Decision made. Second punishment now" he declared, and slowly ran the head of the crop along Daisy's right buttock. Both of her ass cheeks were still glowing pink, as were here cute little tits. But the crop would be a good lesson for her. It had a different kind of snapping pain than the flogger or a whip. It was quicker and sharper, and he could target her exactly where he wanted to.
Daisy looked up to the sky and closed her eyes, forcing the tears to flow right down her angelic face. She must have been afraid of the pain to come, he was sure, and he relished it. Jason raised the crop and with a flick of his wrist he brought it down with a loud SNAP against Daisy's thigh.
"Aargh!" She cried out, taken by surprise by the sudden pain.
Jason grinned, savoring her display of discomfort. SNAP! He brought the riding crop down again, almost in the same place.
"Aaaugh!!" Daisy cried out again, and Jason's heart filled with joy. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! He brought the crop down on her thigh three more times in quick succession. In discomfort and fear of the next blow, Daisy began to squirm atop the doghouse, in a futile attempt to move away from his crop. She gazed up at him, begging for relief. But Jason held true that this was not his doing, but her own. She was a bad girl, and she had to be punished.
"Gaaaaah!!!" Daisy gasped loudly, the sharp pain stealing what little breath she could get. Jason circled her, looking into her teary, pleading eyes to her left flank. Daisy whined as he passed by her front, she was visibly petrified of this new torture weapon.
Jason looked into her gorgeous blue eyes and took in her image. She was perfectly subordinate. Perfectly at his mercy. Se gazed into his eyes, begging for help or for pity, but Jason was just having too much fun now. He raised the crop again and flicked it into her left thigh. SNAP! The crop connected with her pale flesh. SNAP! SNAP! He brought it down twice more. Daisy was trying hard to suppress her grunts and moans, but her resolve was weakening.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! Jason brought the crop down fast and hard, leaving one welt after another upon her milky skin.
"Aarraaagh!!!" She cried out, louder than ever before in her high pitched squeal. A glance into her eyes revealed her inner torment. She probably wanted to attempt speaking again, to beg for his forgiveness and for mercy. He was sure something of that sort was on her mind... But she knew very well what would happen if she tried to speak again. Puppies were not to speak, that was the lesson she was learning now.
Jason stepped around behind Daisy, disappearing from her view. Behind the doghouse he stood quietly, letting his pet calm down for a moment, and also allowing her to anticipate the next blow. Keeping her anxious and afraid of the unknown was a huge part of his game plan. Behind her, she could not see what he was doing. She could not anticipate his next move. Daisy was trapped all alone in the unknown.
"Arrrph?" She whined, questioningly. Jason's smile returned. She must miss him.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! He responded to her request with an unrelenting barrage upon the entirety of her back and her beautiful ass cheeks. Every piece of skin that wasn't covered by leather was smacked with the riding crop, leaving her covered in big red markings all over.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Jason brought the crop down from the top, and from the left side then the right side, making sure to target her ribcage where the wide leather belt didn't cover her. Every time the crop made contact Daisy would gasp and whine or moan or groan. She began to twist her body upon her perch, desperate to escape the unending assault of the crop. From one side to the other she tilted her body, in a fruitless attempt to remove herself from the doghouse. But the straps binding her stumped legs to either side of the dog house ensured that she stayed exactly where she was. And the metal wedge in her crotch ensured that she remained stimulated and in pain during the whole ordeal. Jason wondered if she thought this was worse than the flogging he'd given her tits only the night before. Her little breasts had been given no respite, as they were now being tortured with the massive alligator clamps biting on her delicate, pink nipples.
"Aarrrrph!!! Arph! Arph! Arph!!!!" Daisy barked as loudly as she could and with as much emphasis as she could manage. Like she was trying desperately to show him that she could act like a dog, just for him.
Jason paused and took a step back, taking in the view of the small woman's back. Red marks covered her all over from her shoulders to her buttocks, and wrapped around her thin torso almost to her front.
"Why are you barking all of a sudden, huh girl?" He asked, taking a few steps around to her front. Her eyes were bloodshot and tears flowed from them like never before, in all directions. Drool was dripping down her black snout, and falling perfect onto her little tits.
"Suddenly you want to be a good girl?" He asked her.
"Arph! Arph!" She barked with a sob. Jason took a step closer, and brought his face uncomfortably near hers. He stared into her beautiful, petrified eyes.
"So you're going to shit when I tell you to?" He asked with a straight face.
"Arph! Arph!" Daisy barked, not even hesitating. Tears flowed from her eyes, and drool flowed from her gaping jaw. Her little pink tongue with its metal piercing danced within the confines of her mouth.
"You're going to walk on a leash by my side like a good little puppy?” He asked, a hint of a smile showing at the corners of his lips. He was becoming ever more pleased, and his cock was beginning to strain against his zipper.
"Arph Arph!" Daisy responded, obviously desperate to do whatever it took to appease him and end this torture.
"You're going to do tricks and answer to my commands with the proper barks and whines like a well-trained pup?" He asked, leering downwards into her big, blue eyes.
"Arph! Arph!" Daisy replied. She didn't even seem to think about it now. She was willing to agree to anything to end the treatment.
Jason pulled his face away from hers, and she was clearly glad of that. He looked into her eyes for a good ten seconds, as if gazing directly into her soul. Daisy maintained eye contact but she was very uneasy about it. Jason had one final question to ask of her.
"Will you love me?" He asked her. Daisy blinked a few times, caught off guard by the question. She looked into his eyes and failed to respond at all. She didn't love him and he knew it. That required proper training.
"That answers my question fine, Daisy" he told her. "Juuust fine." And with that Jason raised the crop again and brought it down ever harder on her left breast with a loud SNAP! The clip about her nipple popped off and shot away, landing in the grass feet away. Raising the crop again, Jason smacked her right breast as well, causing the second nipple clamp to soar away as well.
Daisy would follow his commands he was sure. She would eat the way he told her, exercise on his machines, and remain restrained in any position her put her. But a dog had to do more than that. A dog had to love her master, and that would take time. In time she would learn to appreciate the food he gave her, and the allowance to expend her energy on the training machines. She would learn to respect his commands not from fear of punishment but from the love of reward. And in time she would see him as the source of all good feeling.
And soon after she would appreciate the simplicity of her new life, he was convinced. She would see that it was better here than in that small, cramped house in that shit-hole city where he found her. She didn't have to worry about her torn family or her demeaning friends or money or schoolwork here. She didn’t have to worry about dressing up, or paying bills, or fixing that crap car of hers. She only had to worry about him. And then she would learn to love him.
But the first step in the process he'd outlined was to break her down, and that required punishment. Before she could be built up into a proper puppy, the teenage girl must be destroyed. So with constant pain and humiliation, Jason would degrade her into a state from which he could mold her into anything he chose.
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!
Jason released another attack upon her tender flesh, still pink from the flogging not even a day ago. Daisy danced to the left and right, wiggling her pound arms above her her. She was desperate to cover her breasts but there was nothing she could do. One snap after the other, Jason reddened her small breasts. Her nipples came to stand up, excited by the strange attention.
"Aaarraaagh!!!" Daisy wailed, tears exploding from her Gorgeous eyes. The tears flowed down her face and fell upon her breasts, the salt stinging at the welts. Jason felt bad for his little toy. Her first punishment was nothing compared to all that he had in store for her second... Or her third.
He took a slow step back and allowed his pet to catch a short breath, as he rummaged through his little black bag. Jason could feel her scared little eyes staring, terrified of what he would reveal to her next. He stood slowly, and brought with him a special little tool that he had never used before, but was excited to try out. It was an uncomplicated device, made up of a wide vertical pad, a metal arm with a T-bar, and a pair of metal chains with heavy metal clamps at their ends.
Jason placed the wide pad against Daisy’s chest, just between her breasts so that the vertical pad pressed firmly against her abused flesh. The metal arm extended perhaps a foot away from her chest, from which was attached the T-bar with the metal chains. Daisy gasped, her eyes revealing a mixture of fear and loathing, but also lust. Unable to look down, she could only feel what Jason was doing to her body. Jason stared down into her terrified eyes as he held the pad in place, and lifted the first clamp up high enough for her to see it. Daisy let out a sullen moan of despair, as she realized that she would have her delicate little nips pinched once again. Jason only smiled at her, happy to see her in such misery.
"Aaaugh!!!" Daisy cried out, as the first clamp closed harshly on her right nipple. "Arraaaagh!!" She twisted about atop the dog house, attempting to relieve her pain. There was nothing she could do. The pain was there and nothing she did would relieve it. Her eyes were closed tight, as if she were trying to shut everything out and mentally remove herself from the world around her. Tears spilled down her snout and fell onto her reddening tits, only increasing her discomfort as the salt stung at her welts. Jason watched as Daisy's show slowed, and she regained her composure. Her breathing was fast an ragged, her nostrils flaring. He smirked, locking eyes with hers.
Without any warning at all, Jason then closed the second clamp down upon poor Daisy’s left nipple. Her head tossed back even farther, and her eyes shot open as a new wave of pain flushed through her.
“Arrghh!!” Daisy cried out, in a guttural sounding growl. She blinked quickly, as if trying to flush the tears from her eyes. Jason continued to hold the pad in place, and watched as Daisy slowly calmed down. When she had become properly calm and quiet, Jason quickly became bored and moved on to the next step. With his left hand still holding the pad firmly in place against the little blonde girls chest, he brought his right hand up to the T-bar. In its center there was a big wing-nut, which Jason began to quickly spin around.
As the wing-nut twisted, it traveled farther and farther up the metal arm, and it brought the T-bar with it. Unable to see what was happening, Daisy showed no understanding of what he was doing. Only when the chains began to lose slack did she twist upon her perch on the doghouse. Her eyes widened with fear and she let out a weak moan as the chain finally became taut. But Jason did not stop there, he instead just continued to twist the wing-nut.
“Aarreeeee” Daisy moaned, pathetically, as her puny little breasts were tugged away from her body by the clamps. Jason savored the pained and fearful looks that Daisy shot at him. The more he twisted the wing-nut, the more little Daisy’s breasts took on the shapes of cones. Her tits would feel the pain, but her nipples were going to get the worst of it.
Daisy let out another moan of agony, as both of her nipples were tugged unrelentingly from her body. Jason breathed slowly, attempting with great difficulty to control himself. If he could do it without fucking up his game plan, he would pull her from that rooftop, throw her to the ground and rail her from behind like a dog. But she had to learn her lesson, and she wouldn’t do that if he turned this whole scenario into a simple rape-fantasy. Jason continued to spin the wing-nut, and Daisy’s perky little breasts took the form of tiny little cones, wide and short upon her chest.
"Gaaah!" She cried out, as her nipples likely felt as though the would be torn from her body. Jason watched as her small breasts expanded, being pulled away from her torso. They were small, but they were tight and perky, and were now pulled outwards in an almost grotesque way. "Aaargh!!" Daisy screamed, unbelieving to the manner in which her breasts were now being tortured. The surprise on her face was something to behold.
Jason took a step back again and gazed upon his creation. A small blonde woman trussed up in leather and rubber bonds and trapped on top of a dog house, with a metal wedge in her cunt and her breasts pulled outward into cones. Her skin covered in red welts and her face soaked in drool and tears, sweat covering every part of her body in a glossy sheen.
A part of him wished that that was it for the punishment, but he had to keep going. He had to be absolutely sure that she learned her lesson. Jason turned and began to walk towards the house. Poor Daisy must have thought that her punishment was over, but it surely wasn't. Stepping around to the side of the house, he grabbed a pair of small metal blocks, each with a metal ring welded to the top. A short metal chain was connected to the rings, and at the end of them were thick carabiners.
Briskly he walked back to the dog house, one twenty-pound block of metal swinging from each hand. As he approached he tossed one to the left side of the doghouse, and went to work on the right. With a quick snap of the carabiner, he connected it to a D-Ring on the massive leather cuff restraining her leg. Daisy stared up at him inquisitively, terrified of what he was doing. He wondered if she totally understood what was going to happen. She was so sleep deprived and scared and confused at this point, that he wondered if she could even think straight.
She learned very quickly what the next part of her punishment was, as he released the metal weight and allowed it to dangle from her stumped leg. It fell almost to the ground, but fell short by only a few inches.
"Aaaghaaahhh!!! Daisy gargled out a frantic scream, flailing her stumped arms high in the air. Jason delighted at her torment but didn't stop, and quickly went to the other side of the doghouse and attached the second weight to her right stump. As the weight fell to the ground, Daisy shut her eyes tight, attempting to brace herself for the impact.
But there was no way to prepare for the added weight. Up until that point her little pussy was being split in two by her own body weight. But she only weighed some one hundred and ten pounds. And additional forty had to be terrible, he was sure. A quick glimpse proved that her little cunt was bleeding now, and Jason wondered to himself if he'd broken her hymen. It made no difference to him really, it would make fucking her easier when the time came. Not wanting to lose him momentum, Jason continued about his work.
Reaching down, Jason produced the flogger from the night before. A simple leather handle with a whole lot of individual leather tails to whip her welted flesh. Daisy opened her eyes, only to close them tightly again once she saw the flogger in his hands. Now she was sobbing uncontrollably. It was all just too much for the poor little thing. Her face covered in sweat and tears and drool. Her body covered in welts and shining with perspiration, and her body forced painfully down to rest on the blade of the rooftop, she had to be in terrible condition by now.
Raising the flogger, Jason paused for a moment and looked down into Daisy's eyes. She could only barely meet his gaze, a frantic terror had consumed her. The tears poured from her beautiful blue eyes so powerfully, he wondered how her body could maintain such a flow. She looked up at him, blue eyes pleading with such desperation that he actually considered showing mercy for a moment.
Then he brought the flogger down hard on her right hip, and then her left, and rotated between the two. Daisy let out a long, pained wail as her skin set afire. Jason moved along, flogging every bit of flesh that wasn't protected by the leather bondage. The only place he didn’t flog was her face and head. He would prefer to keep her pretty. The muscular young man worked his way around to her back and continued to flog her, every impact prompting a rugged moan from his pet.
For only a minute or two did he give her a flogging. It was clear that she was just about at the end of her rope, and he had no intention of killing her. Stepping back, he opened his little bag and tossed the flogger and the riding crop inside, and produced from it another feeding bottle. The bottle was like one used to feed a baby, but held a full quart of the viscous fluid it contained. In place of a regular spout was a long, red dildo.
Daisy cried out at the appearance of the feeding bottle. She must not have enjoyed it very much, he surmised. But his little petgirl had to keep her strength up, and it was his job as her Master to make sure she ate. Stepping to her side, her lifted the bottle over her head with the dildo pointing down. Trapped on the rooftop, with her arms restrained and her neck immobilized and her mouth stuck open, she was completely helpless to receive the rubber cock. Jason slid the cock into her snout and down into her little gullet, slowly fucking her throat with the rubber toy.
Oh God he wished he could be that toy. He bit his lips as he imagined his own cock sliding in and out of her little mouth, her pierced tongue lapping away at his shaft. He thought for a moment about raping her face later that night, but decided against it. She didn't get his cock until she begged for it, that was the plan. He slowed his breathing and regained control of himself as best as he could, and continued with his work.
Up and down Jason pumped the red dildo into Daisy's throat, fucking her relentlessly. Every few thrusts he would remove the rubber cock just enough to allow his puppy enough time to draw a single labored breath, before he shoved it down deep once more. Tears streamed down her cheeks and snout, and she'd gone cross eyed as she watched the bottle before her face.
Every here and there she let out a pathetic little whimper. She was nearly completely defeated, Jason knew. He just had to keep it up and she would never think of crossing him again. Up and down he thrust the massive dildo into her tiny little throat.
It wasn't long before the bottle was completely drained, and Daisy gave a gasp of relief as Jason pulled it away at last. She definitely didn't enjoy his chosen method of feeding. But eating real food released dopamine in the brain, he knew, and his plan was to deprive her of every form of joy possible. That included food, sleep, orgasms, and freedom.
Daisy flailed about atop the doghouse roof, her breathing ragged and desperate. She was such a little cutie; trapped on that perch. Her whole body red with welts and stinging with sweat. The leather bonds that restrained her in such an inescapable position. The snout forcing her mouth to be held agape, and her gorgeous blonde hair tied up into those precious little buns with the little pink bows. She was simply adorable.
"Well girl, that was the first half of punishment number two. The second half is that you remain here just the way you are... Until I decide to come get you." Daisy whimpered and looked up into his eyes, pleading. "I could be back in an hour... Or I could be back this time tomorrow. Who knows?" With that Jason turned and picked up his little bag, and walked for the house. Behind him, he didn't hear a peep from Daisy.
She made no attempt to speak or scream, not even a whimper. Jason smiled to himself as he recognized another victory over her. Her resistance was faltering, and soon it would shatter and she would be merely a shell of the person she was when he’d found her. She was breaking down, and as he continued with her training she would only fall apart faster. Jason didn't even look back at his puppygirl as he opened the big windowed door to the kitchen, and slid inside.
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