New Beginnings

Chapter 10

10/10/12

1 pm

Meals

I open the fridge in the mini kitchen that’s in the barn, where I prepare the mutts food and put back its untouched lunch of mashed rice and peas with bits of boiled chicken.  As I look at the untouched plates I’m seething, *ungrateful mutt* I prepared every meal by hand with the same love a man does his dog when he decides not to feed it processed dry food. 

I slam the fridge and smirk, Calm down…Remember Ash…the mutt before it..Fez…they didn’t eat in the beginning… they where testing you well the punishment for not eating is a rectal feeding and I’ll see how tight its straight hole is. 

Lost

I wish I knew the time, I can only guess when he brings me food, but to know the actual time would help me feel something to the outside world. I miss the air, the smell of the city, Angie’s perfume and the lemon tarts she’d make on special occasions..Angie please be strong…I’m going to do everything I can to get back to you.. I promise I miss my mom’s cooking, my dad’s laughter and I even miss Bennie’s annoying recounts of his favorite football team and him wearing his overpriced French cologne . I miss it all, and now I’m having to realize I took it all for granted.  Sigh I put the water bowl back next to the bottom hatch and head to the bucket to piss. So far I haven’t defecated but I know it’s coming and I’ll be stuck with the smell of my shit instead of those pleasant smells I just thought of. 

Preparations

Once in the re-education room I get it ready for the mutt’s for punishment session. I’ve decided that a whipping is needed till its bum is red, followed by an hot water enema and the main course a rectal feeding of the food it refused. Of course I know it won’t get any nutrients from it but this is to show it how to be grateful. 

I go behind the plastic and I pull out my metal pillory stand. I adjust it accordingly based on its height.  I wheel out my long metal “work” table and begin placing what I need on it. Two sterile rectal tubes, lube, a harness gag, spreader bar for the ankles, various size custom made bamboo spanking sticks and a regular wooden stick.  I feel satisfied with it and walk behind the plastic to the far left corner where the squatting toilet resides to sure it’s clean for the mutt to relieve itself after its enema. It won’t be easy for it, because it’ll have to rely on its knees and upper body in order not to fall completely in its mess.  Then I put lots and lots of towels next to my “work” table. 

I recheck everything and I’m satisfied, now I wait for tomorrow.   

Blank

I’m wide awake now and I’m thirsty, I try and do theoretical physics equations in my head but it all it does is make me think of my PhD program and one of my nephews, who was freaked out that math would have letters in them when he got older..Oh God, I wonder what Bennie has told him and his brother about their uncle not being around…fuck

Morning

10/11/12

8 a.m

From my touch tablet I watch the mutt throughout the night and into the currentmorning as I go about my day. It just sleeps, tries to attempt to do a few push ups, it pisses and waits every so often by the door for its food, which I have no intention of bringing it since it will be fed tonight.  Now that its morning, I turn off my tablet and go about my day…

Night

9 p.m

I take one last look around the re-education  room and start phase I of the punishment…

Awake

I’m standing outside the mutts door with the top hatch open, watching it quietly sleep as I pull out my phone and set the light to dark red, giving it an ominous tone and then I  turn on the speaker system via phone and heavy metal music by an obscure Eastern Europe band starts blasting.  The poor mutt jolts up and starts screaming “What’s happening…where I’am I…Mum…Dad…”  I close the top hatch and open the entire door and the mutt freezes and from its POV, all it sees is a tall man in a hazmat suit and a full face respirator holding a chain and black hood. It crawls to the other side of the room as I walk toward and starts begging for me to “leave it alone” but I ignore it and give it a 3 shock. Once it’s down I lock the chain to its collar and force it to stand…

Prayer

Is this how I die…I don’t want to die God, please I’ll be a better faithful servant if you spare me I repeat that prayer internally as the man forces me back on my feet. I can’t get my bearing and the music scares me..I’m scared….then I feel a cloth go over my face…God…please

Locked

I basically have to drag the mutt to the re-education room, the entire time it’s begging incoherently.

Inside I drag it to the pillory and unhood it. “Be still and lean over.”  It’s hesitant, so I force it down and remove its collar before pushing the top of the pillory on its neck and wrist, securing it.  I quickly get the spreader bar and spread its toned legs as wide as the spreader will extend. Secured! I pull back his legs and get is back to arch and secure the spreader to a chain in the floor 

 I walk to the side of it on the left and see if its body is at a proper angle and its bum as well. Everything is just how I want it.  Now it’s time for its gag.  I grab his urine soaked underwear from yesterday and his clean green underwear from the work table and walk in the front. It’s looking defeated and restarts it’s begging..

“I’m sorry…I just want to go home…my parents they’ll pay you anything you want…just drop me off a police station and I’ll tell them I got drunk then lost my memory and forgot who I was…I won’t mention you…please Sir…please!!!

“You poor mutt, still thinking you’re Zac and using human words..don’t worry after tonight I’ll make sure you don’t trouble yourself with speaking..now open wide..”

“NO…Let me go…Fuck…don’t put that in my mouth you sick fuck..you sick fuck..”

I hold its nose and for a few seconds it tries to hold its breath *dumb mutt* but it gives in and in goes the underwear and around goes the industrial duct tape.  I head for the back table and grab the harness panel gag. It’s a thick and it’ll help muffle any sounds. 

By now the mutt is trying to get out the pillory, but it’s steel and heavy and the spreader bar won’t budge.  It looks silly doing so and I laugh at it when I put the panel gag on it and for extra humiliation I put a nose hose hook on it to because I want it to smell itself during the enema and also because I want to distort its face. 

I put the standing mirror back in front of it and its pig face is red and angry. Oink, Oink, Oink