Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“I'll also display you for my viewing pleasure whenever and however I choose. My goal is that you choose to serve me in that way without being self-conscious about it, no matter where we are. Men are visual creatures and I love looking at beautiful women. Speaking of that, I think it's time for your present."
She turned to look at him. "But...I didn't...."
He smiled. "You almost made it. Four out of five wasn't bad and, pet, the sight of you humping that table, desperate to get off, was so fucking hot that deserves a reward all on it's own." She blushed. "I love it when you accept what's happening to you and let loose." He threaded his hands through her hair and drew her gaze up to his. "You have no choice in this pet. I will stick things in you. Whatever pleases me at the time. You might as well just enjoy it. And because you did enjoy it, I will give you part of your present. But not all of it. Not yet. Come on. Up, now."
She got out of bed and he clipped the leash on the collar. She got on all fours and they headed to the bathroom. Mark took the chair from the corner, sat her in it and proceeded to brush her hair out until it was almost dry. Then he opened the linen closet and took out a bag, setting it on the counter. "Put your hair up and get pretty for me, pet. It's almost lunchtime. I'll be back in a few minutes."
He left and Abby got up out of the chair and walked over to the sink. The bag was a Nordstrom's bag and when she opened it she discovered a nearly fully stocked Chanel makeup set. Her mouth dropped open. There were foundation powders in three different shades, all appropriate for her skin tone, several eyeshadow compacts in varying hues, pencil liners. She was shocked. There were also several gently curved large hair clips in different color and patterns so she could comply with his request.
She picked up the brush, swept her hair off her neck, and secured it with one of them. Then she sparingly applied some foundation powder and light eyeshadow because it was only afternoon. She lined her eyes with a light brown pencil and stepped back to examine herself in Mark's large bathroom mirror.
She was completely nude. No collar, no cuffs and she was fascinated by her own appearance. She realized she'd never actually spent that much time just looking at herself. Quick checks in bathroom mirrors and department store changing rooms just to make sure her mascara wasn't smudged or the skirt she was buying fit properly were about the sum total of the time Abby spent examining herself.
Her breasts were on the larger side, but her areolas weren't that big. Her nipples were taut little nubs, not too big, not too small. She wasn't the pixie of magazines and ads, but Mark seemed to love her breasts. She ran a hand across her flat tummy. Spending hours underneath cars was definitely better than any crunches she might do at a gym. Her hips were rounded, but she thought about the way Mark liked to hang onto them when he was fucking her.
Abby talked a good game about stick figures and Marilyn Monroe being a size 14, but the truth was she was a little self-conscious, wasn't she? She knew her hourglass figure narrowed the pool of men who would be interested in her, but she couldn't do anything about the breasts without surgery and the hips just seemed to come right along with them. She was a size 12 and probably always would be.
Mark liked the way she looked, though. He was constantly touching her. Running a hand along her hip, cupping a breast, patting her ass, or spanking it. Displayed for his viewing pleasure. Like the dining room table last night. He'd opened up her most intimate parts and looked at them while he ate dinner! And it had felt at first strange and uncomfortable, but the way he kept running his hands on her calves and thighs and tummy had been nice.
Her hand went to her throat and she lightly rubbed the skin there. It felt different without the collar. She'd had it on non-stop since she'd first arrived and she could now feel its absence if she closed her eyes. Mark entered the bathroom and came up behind her. She started to turn but he slipped an arm around her grasping a breast in his hand. He pinched her nipple.
"You look beautiful, pet." his hand slid up to her throat and he wrapped his hand around it, but he didn't squeeze. "Missing your collar?"
She swallowed, increasing the pressure of his hand on her. "Yes, Sir."