12 comments/ 100468 views/ 49 favorites The Breeder's Contract Ch. 01 By: TwistedDesires **** This is a work of fiction and is no way based on true events or real people. My apologies for the slow startup, but I wanted to build some back story.**** I had never lived a stable life. My dad had died in an accident at his job working in a mill when I was three years old and my mom received a small settlement that we lived off of when I was growing up. It was a small settlement though, meaning we did not live a very nice life. I don't necessarily hate my mother for the choices she made, but she had had issues even before my dad died. If anything, I'm thankful she at least didn't start into drugs until I was about twelve. When my dad died, she went on antidepressants and other various behavioral medications. Things eventually went downhill and she habitually started using prescription medications which led to harder drugs. By the time I was sixteen, my home life had completely deteriorated (even though it was pretty poor to begin with). I was doing poorly in school, a D-student and on the fringes of highschool society. No friends, broken home with a mother who spent the last of my dad's settlement on her habits while neglecting me entirely. I thought that maybe I could find a boy that would save me from everything. Like a Disney princess fairytale, with a charming guy swooping in on a magical beast to fix my life, but the closest I ever came was a boy I knew from school who eventually was scared off by the problems I was surrounded with. All I wanted was stability. ~~ Three weeks before my eighteenth birthday, my mom told me she was kicking me out as soon as I was legally an adult so that I "couldn't burden her anymore." At this point in my life, I didn't even want to be under the same roof as her. The money had run out and the people she was associating with were not the best of individuals, who supplied her drugs for "favors." I wasn't smart enough for college, I didn't have any decent skills, and no real hope for a successful future. What was I going to do? How would I be able to take care of myself when I was out on the street? The internet proved to be my greatest ally in my struggle. One of the girls at my school had been talking to someone else about how you could make lots of money being a surrogate mom for people that can't have kids on their own and I figured I might look into it as a last resort. After several days of browsing the web I found some sites that helped match up potential surrogates with couples trying to have children. Sadly, I didn't meet all of the requirements to even be considered. The biggest flaw? Too much instability in my life. I didn't have the references needed to say that I was responsible enough to do what these sites said was required of me. Instead of giving up, I pressed on looking for anything I could find to get me out of my situation. And eventually I found something... but it wasn't on a traditional site by any means and I'm sure it was used for very shady activities. "Female Surrogate Wanted, Details Inside" was all it said. I opened it to try and get more details, but all it said was that they were looking for a 18-23 year old female and that an interview could be set up by contacting the one that posted the ad, so I emailed the person and said I was interested. "Tell me about yourself... Katie," the man across the table told me. I was sitting in a coffee shop about an hour's walk away from my house, closer towards the nicer part of the city. Marcus, the man who I had responded to, was a very large black man in his late twenties and I felt a bit nervous sitting with him. It was almost overbearing. "I don't know... I just finished highschool at St. Robert's last month but I wasn't a very good student." I was trying not to sound as embarrassed as I felt inside, but I felt like being honest would be much more important than being uncomfortable. "Well, that's a good thing that you finished at least! St. Roberts has quite a high failure rate from what I've heard." He sounded sincere. It wasn't that I have any sort of prejudices towards people but I was surprised by how intelligent and well spoken he was. "Yeah, but I still didn't do well. I don't think of myself as dumb, but I just wasn't good at school I guess." I looked down at the coffee between my hands, avoiding Marcus's eyes. "Don't worry about it, I'm not expecting you to be a rocket scientist!" He chuckled very deeply, obviously trying to make me feel more comfortable. I smiled slightly and looked back up. Admittedly, he was quite attractive. Sharp features, a great smile, nice jawline... very fit looking from what I could tell, even though he was wearing a blazer that concealed his body somewhat. "What about your home life?" He said next. I instantly looked back down. "Well, I... uhm..." I stammered. "No need to be ashamed... I'm not judging you." His voice still sounded sincere. "My mom is kicking me out..." I admitted. "In like two weeks... on my birthday." I could feel myself getting a little emotional. Not because my mom was so horrible, but just because I felt like I was completely out of options and terrified of what was going to happen to me. "That's horrible! Why in the world would she do that to such a nice girl, let alone her own daughter?" "Well... she isn't someone I want to be around," I replied, quietly. I stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, but Marcus only waited for me to continue. "She... does drugs." "I imagine that's really rough. What about your dad?" "He died when I was really little... it was just my mom and me. It was difficult." I said, feeling ashamed of my past. "I can't even think about what that must have been like. Don't feel ashamed, though. Everyone has had their problems somewhere in their lives right? Some probably worse than others, but no reason to think that it makes you a worse person or anything." I just nodded my head but didn't say anything to Marcus. "What are your plans then?" He asked. "I... I don't really have any plan. I mean... I am here, right?" I tried to choke back tears as I felt myself on the verge of breaking down. "Hey, it's alright! Don't cry... If anything it just makes me want to help out more." "Why? You know, all the stupid surrogate sites rejected me so what makes you different?" I blurted out. "I've been looking for the right girl. And you seem like you could use a hand, for sure." I looked up and saw him eying me over. His eyes made me feel very subconscious all of a sudden. "But I'm not QUITE looking for a surrogate." "What do you mean?" I asked a bit confused. His wording and slight change in demeanor made me feel uneasy. "I am, just... not the normal sort of... situation." Marcus sat up a little bit, leaning down a bit on the table and moving closer to me. "For starters, I'm looking for someone that would feel comfortable living in my home during the duration." I sighed a little in relief. "That's not THAT abnormal. I read that some couples like to do that so they feel more close to the baby." "That's the other thing..." He started to say. "I don't have a spouse." "Just a girlfriend?" I asked. "No... but it's a friend of mine who wants the child." "Her and her partner?" I was feeling uneasy again. "No, I would be the father." He said without any hesitation. "Oh. I guess that's... okay?" I wasn't entirely sure if it WAS okay. "Does that mean you're still interested? I can go over some more details with you." "I am... I don't know what else I can do if this doesn't work out." I looked at him almost sadly. "Alright, but firstly, do you have recent medical records? I only ask because I need to make sure there are no landmines I should know about like a history of genetic diseases, STDs, or anything like that." I agreed that it was better to be safe before moving forward with anything. I was pretty sure that there wasn't anything I should be concerned about. "Don't worry, I'll pay for everything, as long as you're comfortable with it," Marcus continued. "And assuming everything goes well, we will continue afterwards. Is that agreeable?" I told him that was reasonable and Marcus called his doctor's office and scheduled an appointment for me right there in the coffee shop. He even went ahead and said he'd call a taxi to take me to the appointment. ~~ "I'm glad to see that your physical went well, Katie!" Marcus said, almost excitedly. I met up with him again at the same coffee shop a week after our first meeting. "Me too," I said, smiling and glad that he wanted to meet with me again. "Did I qualify?" "Oh yes, you're more than qualified, sweety. Should we go over the details now? It might be a bit easier if we go somewhere more... private?" Marcus suggested, as things were getting a little bit more personal. "Yeah, I'd feel a bit more comfortable." I told him as I smiled while drinking my coffee. I was very thankful that Marcus was willing to continue the 'interview' with me. We both finished our drinks and we walked to his car and he took me back to his home after asking if I would be okay with it. "Well, I would offer a drink but obviously I can't do that." Marcus chuckled as he motioned me to sit on his couch as he went to the kitchen. "Do you want something else? Water, soda?" "No, I'm fine!" I told him from the living room as I sat down on the leather couch. He walked back in with a glass of water and a small stack of paper and sat in the chair next to the couch. Marcus must have seen me looking at the papers in his hand. "This is just a contract going over everything. Nothing to worry about, Katie." He thumbed through the sheets, going over some legal sounding stuff that I sort of phased out. After a few minutes, he handed me the papers for me to look over. "So you're okay with living here? You'll move in next week on your birthday. There will be some other particular details we'll discuss after you move in but as long as you trust me, things will work great." I smiled at him as I pretended to look through the contract. "Where do I sign?!" I asked. All I was really focused on at that point was the fact that I was going to have a place to live. Obviously, I knew that there was a LOT more to think about, like carrying a child to term, but that was at the back of my mind. "And you're okay with the three year term?" He said, almost surprised. "Three years?" I asked, not understanding what he meant. "Yeah... we just went over that, Katie." He raised his eyebrow. "Oh right." I pretended to remember what he had said. I flipped to the last page where it had a line for a signature and date. Marcus just grinned when I grabbed the pen on the coffee table and signed the contract. "Great!" He exclaimed, snatching the contract as soon as I signed it. "Well, my sweety, I will come and pick up you and your stuff next week." ~~ I hastily carried my box out to Marcus's car on my birthday. Thankfully, my mom was passed out from the night before and I frankly didn't feel like telling her that I was leaving. I had made amends about being on my own now awhile ago, knowing I was no longer welcome anywhere. "You look quite nice, Katie," Marcus complimented me as he put my box in the trunk. I blushed when he said that. No one ever really complimented me like that. Admittedly, I wanted to try and look my best when Marcus came to get me. A white tank-top with a button up blouse and jean skirt and leggings. They were honestly the nicest clothes that I had. Ever since I was young, I was a bit self-conscious about my appearance. Needless to say, I was never around people that were considerate enough to make me feel attractive. I didn't think I was unattractive by any means, just not beautiful. Like every girl my age, I was concerned that things weren't good enough about me physically. At 5'4" and 140 pounds, I was a bigger girl. Not heavy or anything, but enough to wear it made me self-conscious about my weight. I had pretty wide hips and a very sizable bust (my bras were all D cup, but the fight a little too tightly and my mom never gave me money for new clothes). My weight was the thing that bothered me most though, and I was okay with the rest of myself physically for the most part. I had even been told I have a cute face by some boys. Rosy cheeks that offset my pale skin with a few freckles on them, light brown eyes with a tinge of yellow, dark brunette hair halfway down my back. A slightly rounded face (because of my weight I think) and a small scar on nose were the only things that I had to complain about but not everyone thought those things were a bad on me. Imperfections are nice or something like that. When I was younger my mom even used to call me peanut because the scar on my nose made the tip of my nose vaguely look like a peanut. "Are you ready, sweety?" Marcus said, standing in front of the driver's side with the door open. I nodded and climbed in the front seat. Marcus opened the trunk and grabbed my box of the few things that I brought with me and shut it with his elbow. I followed him up the steps and offered to unlock the door. He smiled and I reached in his pocket and pulled his keys out to unlock the door. We walked inside and he set my things down in the living room. "So what all did you bring with you, Katie?" He asked after setting the box down. "I don't know... not much really. A few pictures and mementos, but mostly clothes." I said, suddenly realizing that I had almost nothing to bring with me from my life up to this point. I thought I should feel sad, but I didn't. "How come?" His question snapped me back to reality. "... To wear?" I said. "But the contract said that I will provide your clothes. Did you read it, Katie?" He looked at me a bit sternly. "I... well... most of it?" I was lying through my teeth at this point. "If you read it then you know that you shouldn't be wearing the clothes that you brought." I was confused about what he meant. "But Marcus..." I stammered a bit. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say. "Be a good girl and take them off then. And it's 'Sir,' Katie," he said in a commanding tone. "My clothes? I don't understand, Marcus... " I protested. "Sir." He corrected me and motioned for me to strip. "You signed the contract. I can take you home, but I don't know how long you'll get to stay there." He knew that I had nowhere else to go. Marcus sat down on the couch and waited for me. His arm gestured for me to stand in front of the coffee table. I was so afraid that he would kick me out if I didn't do what he asked. This was my last chance. I had put all my eggs in this basket two weeks ago and I had no idea what else to do. So, I lowered my head slightly and walked in front of him and started unbuttoning my blouse. "See? I told you things would go just fine if you trust me and do what you're told." He smirked up at me as I took off my blouse. I continued to undress, sliding my skirt off after taking off my socks, until I was standing in just my bra and panties. "Ah ah... everything, sweety. Do what I tell you." "But... Marcus... I..." "Sir!" He corrected me again, raising his voice and almost sounding angry. "Sir..." I said, meekly. I had never been naked in front of anyone before... at least not since puberty. Even the two times I had had sex, it was in the dark and the boy never actually saw me naked. "How else can I inspect my breeding heifer? You have to the count of three. One... Two..." I stumbled out of my panties and bra, covering myself with my hands. "That's a rude thing to say!" I exclaimed, half in shock of what he had said and the fact that I was now completely naked. "I don't mean it in a derogatory way... but you're living with me to get pregnant, remember?" "Yeah... but... that's still mean, Mar-... Sir." I felt very exposed and nervous. "Come on, move your hands so I can see everything. Do it now." At first, I only moved my arm that was covering my breasts. I sighed, quivering a bit as I looked down at Marcus. If there was anything that I was proud of when it came to my physical looks, it was my bust. They were firm, with only a small amount of sag but that was due to gravity and the fact that they were quite large. My nipples sat high on each of my breasts, with dark brown areolas about two and a half inches in width with teets about the size of large peas that perked up when I felt them exposed after pulling my hand away. A few seconds after that, I pulled my hand away from between my legs, my hand shaking the entire time. Nothing I did or thought helped with the embarrassment I felt standing in front of this man completely naked and unable to protest. "Hmm... unshaven. Is this how you prefer to keep yourself, Katie?" Marcus asked, staring between my legs. "I... Uh..." My hand shook as I fought the urge to cover myself again. "I don't know, sir." "It will need to change. You'll have it waxed for now, understand?" The large man continued to look me over, sizing me up. "Turn around and show me the rest." His fingers made a twirling motion. I reluctantly turned around, showing Marcus my backside. Thoughts were racing through my head as I stood there, trying to look over my shoulder to see his reaction. What was I doing? "Mmm you shouldn't feel embarrassed, Katie. You're quite a lovely woman. Very shapely... bend forward a bit?" I heard Marcus stand up off the couch as it creaked. "I said bend over." I felt his large hand suddenly pressing on my back between my shoulders, forcing me forward, my ass sticking out. "Very shapely..." His voice trailed off and I felt his hand moving lower and he grabbed my hip and then squeezed my ass. "Come here, sweety." Marcus grabbed my hand and started to lead me away from the living room. I tried to resist but it was useless and I just followed obediently as he led me through his house. He pushed a door open and led me into what I assumed was the master bedroom. Suddenly, I felt his arms under me, lifting me up as he laid me down onto his bed. I scuttled backwards a bit until I felt the pillows behind me and I propped myself up against the headboard and looked at Marcus in front of the bed. Whether it was the situation I was in or just because I was being more observant, I was finally getting the full effect of how big Marcus actually was when he started undressing. At 6'5" and 270 pounds, he towered over the bed. Up to this point, I had never really gotten a decent look at his build, but he was very muscular. To say I got wide-eyed when he took off his pants was probably an understatement. Even flaccid, his penis was probably seven inches long, hanging down between his legs. When he noticed I was staring, he grabbed it and started stroking it while watching me lying naked in front of him. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just watched as the blood slowly started to pump through his dick until it looked like it was completely full. He pulled his hand away, letting me view his erect cock throbbing. The weight of it pulled it down, so that his now nine inch cock pointed down at me on the bed, like a swaying snake looking for a meal. Then I saw it coming closer to me as I felt him climbing on the bed towards me. "Marcus... I..." I'm sure he could see the fear in my eyes. I felt him grab my ankle with one hand as he yanked and pulled me down the bed towards him. "That's the last time you're going to say my name. Do you understand me, Katie?" He said in a very quiet voice. It felt much more assertive than when he had raised his voice earlier. "Sir... I'm very scared." I said, trying not to tremble as he leaned over me. "It will be okay, sweety. I will try my hardest not to hurt you. But you need to get used to your new master's cock, understand?" I felt his arm reach underneath me, around the small of my back, as he lifted me up a bit towards him. His lips pressed against mine as I put my hands against his shoulders to try to push him away. My protests did nothing to stop him and he continued to kiss me, and I gave up as his lips moved down my neck. The Breeder's Contract Ch. 01 "Sir...." My voice trailed off as his kisses moved down my chest towards my left nipple until I felt him bite it and then suck on it. "Oww!" I said, not because it hurt, but because it started me and no one had ever done anything like that to my body before. I felt my body flush a bit as it aroused me. "Does that feel good?" He asked as he moved his head across to my right breast. I was about to answer him but then I felt him reach back down towards my pussy with his hand, placing it firmly over my mound and I gasped in response. The gentle motions of his hand massaging between my legs admittedly felt quite good, even though he wasn't actually touching anything, only holding his hand over me. "Mmm..." was all I could get out as I felt one of his fingers brushing against my clitoris. He massaged it slowly and then the tip of his finger slid up the length of my lips, coating it with a small amount of fluid. Marcus pulled his lips from my nipple as he looked at me and put that finger in his mouth, tasting it. "Mmm indeed!" He said grinning devilishly as he reached back down and pushed the finger back inside of me, much deeper this time. A few moments later, another finger pushed against me, and he started fingering me vigorously, slowly spreading his fingers apart as he did, forcing me to open to his will. "That's a good girl." Marcus then pulled his fingers out as I felt his body moving closer towards me. He took both of my legs and lifted them, setting them against his thighs as I felt something much larger rubbing against my clit and I realized it was the spongy head of his cock pressing against me. I looked down and watched as he held his cock at the base, aiming it as he rubbed the shaft up and down against the lips of my womanhood, as it started getting slick from my arousal. Pressure was what I felt first, then fear as I felt the head of his cock pressing against me as it tried to find its way inside, looking for its meal. My body started shaking but Marcus tried to brace me by placing his hand between my neck and shoulder as he guided his cock with his other hand. "Shh... it'll be okay. Just relax, Katie. Let me work." His words didn't help too much as I felt a pop as the head of his cock found its way inside of my vagina and a small yelp came from my lips. His body started to lower down onto me as I could feel the wide shaft pushing through any will I had left to resist him with. Things went a bit blurry after that for awhile as he continued splitting me apart with his throbbing member. After what felt like an eternity, I could feel his balls press up against me and I knew that my new "master" was completely inside. Feeling discomfort was a given at this point, having such a large member buried inside my young pussy. Thankfully I wasn't a virgin or I probably would have screamed in pain and run away and never look back. While my mind was racing, Marcus slowly started thrusting, in small strokes. After a short while, he started saying something and I focused back on what was happening in that bedroom. "Did you... hear me?" "What, sir?" I asked, trying to focus on his voice and not the cock pushing around inside me. "The contract... isn't sealed until I put my seed inside of you. If you want to leave, I will... will pull out and everything will be said... and done." But he continued thrusting the entire he spoke to me. "I..." I moaned slightly, catching my breath. "I can't.... where will... I go? I have nothing left, m-" I stuttered a bit, not because my senses were being assault by the man towering over my body, but because I was afraid of submitting my life. "...master." I managed to say. When he heard me call him master, Marcus groaned a bit a grabbed my hips, pulling me into him as I felt his legs shake. Even though I didn't have a lot of experience with sex, I knew that he had just orgasmed. It was a first for me though... having a man's penis actually cumming inside of me. The other times, a condom had been used. It was the realization that I had just been taken completely naturally with no sort of barrier that struck me very suddenly as I felt liquid coming out of me around Marcus's dick, which was still throbbing inside of me. For all intensive purposes, he could have already gotten me pregnant, on the first day of me being in his home. "It looks like... you wanted to seal the deal... after all," He said to himself as he caught his breath. I merely laid there for several minutes, even after he had pulled out and gotten off the bed. I just lay there, trying to wrap my head around everything as my body felt spent. I made no effort to clean myself up, nor conceal myself when I heard him return. It wasn't until I felt him reaching down around my neck that I came out of my trance. "Wh-what are you doing, sir?" I asked as I felt something pressing down against my flesh. There was a slight 'click' sound. "Putting your collar on, sweety. What did you think? You belong to me now, just like it says in the contract you so willingly accepted. Come on." He clicked his tongue a bit as he tugged at my new collar. I rolled towards him as he pulled me off of his bed and I stood up. "Ah ah... No, sweety. Your master is in the room." I looked at him, still very confused at the events unraveling before me. "'When my master enters a room, I am to get on my hands and knees and present myself to him to be bred if he so desires. I will remain on my hands and knees until I am instructed otherwise, or master leaves the room.' It's all in the contract, Katie. Now, come on." He clicked his tongue again like he was instructing a dog and slowly pressed on my shoulders, lowering me to the floor. He held on to one of the rings in the collar and led me towards the bathroom as I tried to keep up as I crawled forward on my hands and knees. My mind was still trying to catch up to the fact that I was crawling around naked like I was a pet. "You need to get cleaned up some... and you need to trim and wax." Marcus wiped down my thighs and up between my legs and then pulled out some electric trimmers and a small waxing kit. He spent the next 15 minutes showing me how to wax the hair around my pussy after trimming it down and told me that I would be in responsible for making sure I was hairless from now on. "If you can make sure not to have a single hair for long enough, I'll get you laser removal so you don't have to worry about any more waxing, I promise, sweety." He grinned up at me between my legs. I was still hurting a bit from the waxing he had just given me so I didn't know how to respond. After he finished, he told me to stand up and go back into the bedroom and just to wait. A few moments later, Marcus walked out of the bathroom and just looked at me. I looked back at him and shrugged my shoulders and he snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground and a remembered that I'm supposed to get on my hands and knees if he enters the room. I decided to just play along and get on the floor facing him. "No... not like that. You need to turn around and expose yourself to me, Katie. Anytime I enter the room. Try again. Stand up." He said, sounding frustrated as he walked back into the bathroom. I stood back up and just after I did, he walked back in and I obediently got on the floor and pointed my ass towards him, showing my now very smooth pussy to him. "See? How hard was that? Now get back on the bed. " I sighed a little, still trying to get used to being ordered around but I crawled over to the bed and climbed back on and stayed on my hands and knees while he just watched. "Good girl... now ask me to come breed you." "I..." I shook my head. "Master, please come... breed... me." "Show more enthusiasm next time, Katie. You need to get used to begging for it or I'll punish you." When he said that I got scared of just what that might be. Marcus was still naked as well and walked back to the bed. I remained still but jumped when I felt him spank my ass when I wasn't paying attention. It didn't hurt very much, but it startled me. "I'll make it hurt next time, do you understand?" He asked and I nodded my head. Marcus then turned me towards the edge of the bed and put his hand on the back of my head. I was greeted with a semi-limp, black cock staring me in the face. The hand on the back of my head reached around under my chin, lifting it up as Marcus lifted his cock up to my mouth with his other hand, rubbing it against my lips. "Open...." He ordered as I reluctantly opened my lips as I felt the tip of his hardening cock eagerly spreading them apart as it pushed its way into my mouth. I obviously couldn't fit much of it in my mouth, but he rubbed the underside of the head back and forth over my tongue and showed me what he enjoyed before letting go and telling me to do it on my own. I leaned forward on the bed and tried to work his big dick as it became completely hard again from the attention I was giving it with my lips and tongue. This went on for a few minutes and I felt myself actually enjoying it a little before he pulled away from me. "Now turn around and put your head on the bed. I want you to reach around and spread your ass and present yourself for me and ask again. Be a good girl, or you're going to get spanked and it won't be fun for you." Doing as I was told, I put my face down on the bed after turning my backside towards him. My hands gripped both of my cheeks as I spread myself, exposing my smooth pussy, still red from the waxing. "Please, master. Please... I need to be bred by you." I tried to sound more desperate this time, as I didn't want to be physically hurt by him. My master answered with a grunt as he used his hand to guide his manhood. He pushed the swollen head of his cock, slippery from being in my mouth just moments before, inside of me and held it there as I felt him grab both of my hips forcefully in his hands. There was no time to adjust or stretch to accommodate his girth as he forced his rod straight into me. I cried out in pain, though I imagine it would have hurt worse had he not even pushed the head of his cock inside of me to stretch me out some. He roughly fucked me from behind as I tried to grab onto his arms to slow him down or get his attention but he was doing just what I had asked him to do: breeding me. He was bucking into me with no regard for my pain or pleasure like I was some barnyard animal and he was a wild stallion. I continued to cry out from his repeated thrusts of his stallion sized penis, even after my vagina gave up and relented to his hostile invasion and even began vigorously lubricating his tool. Just as I thought I might start enjoying myself, I heard Marcus grunt behind and slow his pace down to a crawl as he jerked a few times, depositing himself deep inside me for a second time. His cock pulled out of me and I heard him sigh and laugh some as I remained there on the bed, my ass still in the air. "That's what I like... a nice, quick fuck. Don't worry, sweety, you'll get used to them and like it, too." I shrugged some as I lay down on the bed, feeling a bit used but not as fearful as I had been before he took me and threatened to punish me. "Go stand up and clean yourself up in the bathroom and relieve yourself if you need to. I'm going to go pick up some dinner soon." I did what I was told and went back into the bathroom to clean up. My pussy still felt like it was on fire from the hair that had been pulled out and I massaged it a bit with some lotion that I found in the medicine cabinet before using the restroom. Afterwards I came back out into the bedroom but Marcus had left, though I could hear him in the other room. Two doors down from the master bedroom was another room that I could hear him rustling around in. I walked down the hall and found him pulling a sheet off of something large on the floor. "Come here, Katie," he commanded as I stepped into the room. The sheet was thrown to the floor, revealing a rather large kennel with a pad and blanket inside along with a bowl in one corner. Marcus clicked his tongue again and motioned towards the kennel as he opened the door and took the bowl out. Unsure of what to do, I merely walked towards him and the cage. "I told you I was going to go out and get dinner. Get in your kennel. Lord knows what you might do to the house if I leave you out while I'm gone." He gently grabbed my collar and pushed me to the floor and into the kennel. "I won't be gone long, but I'll get you some water, sweety." I crawled into the cage and sat on the large pad trying not to feel as embarrassed as I felt from being treated like an animal. After a short while, Marcus walked back into the room with the bowl, now full of water. "Master entered the room, Katie..." His voice trailed off. I quickly turned my back to him and leaned forward in the kennel, exposing myself to him. "Good girl, but you still forgot." He set the bowl down on the floor. "Come out here and stand up." I suddenly felt a wave of dread come over me as I meekly crawled out of my kennel and walked over to my master. His arms pulled me in close to him quickly as he grabbed my arm. "You need to be better about doing what you're told." A sudden rush of pain filled my head as a loud smack sound echoed in the room from his large hand striking down on my ass as I stood there, pinned against him. My voice cracked as I cried out when a second blow landed on the other side of my bare backside. I could feel the red heat boiling to the surface of my skin as another spank connected with me. "I'm... I'm sorry, sir!" I yelped as a fourth one hit me. "You better be," he said as he lowered me back to the floor after grabbing my ass with both of his hands and massaging the tender flesh. "Now get in your cage. I need to leave." I fell to the floor, tears running down my face as I slowly crawled back into my cage, defeated. Marcus slid the water bowl into the corner and closed the cage door, locking it, and walking to the door to the room. "Don't worry, you'll learn and things will be much better, Katie."