In the Doghouse - Chapter 78
The moment Richard stepped into the hallway, he sensed something unusual. Late at night, the hallway was still brightly lit. While that in itself wasn’t particularly strange, the eerie silence was.
Servants usually moved about as discreetly as possible, and even if they had vacated the area upon learning of his approach, it wouldn’t have been out of the ordinary. But this was the palace—there were always people stationed just out of sight, ready to assist at a moment’s notice.
Yet tonight, there wasn’t a single hint of presence.
He had seen servants bustling about on the floor below, so it wasn’t as if something had gone wrong within the palace. Could it be that Courtney had prepared something grand? The thought stirred a surge of excitement in Richard, and he quickened his pace.
When he reached the bedroom, it became immediately clear why the hallway had been cleared. This time, Courtney had chosen not to hide her preparations but to display them proudly.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
His response was brief, but it wasn’t just that he liked it—he was absolutely thrilled. Her plan was brilliant, as usual. It was hard to believe she’d thought of it all by herself.
Richard’s eyes roamed over the items she had prepared. The collar and bit gag were fairly standard, ones they had used before. If she had stopped there, he might not have known what to expect. But his gaze was drawn to the plush fox tail, attached to a small plug about the size of a big toe.
He was moved. The addition of the tail signified that she truly intended to treat him as a pet, to fully train him. Though others might not understand why this would be something to feel emotional about, for Richard, it was deeply meaningful.
Courtney, now thoroughly accustomed to this side of Richard, spoke in an equally excited tone, proud of her handiwork.
“Isn’t it pretty? I made sure the fur color matches. Oh, and look at this collar.”
“Yes, I like it very much.”
Courtney smiled with satisfaction and held up the collar. It was the same leather collar as before, but this time with a new addition—a round gold pendant with both of their initials engraved on either side.
To an outsider, it might seem silly, but for Courtney, this was a heartfelt gift she had specially prepared for him. Despite her lofty status as Crown Princess, she had never spent a penny on herself. This was the only personal expenditure she had made, and it was all for him.
Richard was delighted by her gift, though he had no inkling of the deeper meaning behind it. Not that it would have mattered to him. Even if she had indulged in such luxuries to the point of jeopardizing the palace’s finances, he wouldn’t have cared in the slightest.
Despite their different perspectives, nothing was amiss in that moment. All that mattered now was how the night would unfold, as their heated gazes met.
With a playful smirk, Courtney’s voice turned cold and commanding.
“What are you waiting for? Dogs don’t wear clothes, do they?”
Her commands always had an irresistible power over him. Richard, as if under some sort of spell, moved without hesitation. In a matter of moments, his clothes—a luxury far too grand for a mere pet—were strewn across the floor.
As Richard stood naked, Courtney approached and fastened the collar around his neck. He carefully touched the cool pendant that rested against his skin. Despite his erxctixn standing tall, neither of them paid it any attention. To Courtney, it was simply natural for it to be hard at all times now.
Richard finally realized that, unlike usual, Courtney wasn’t wearing a slip or nightgown, but a light indoor dress. He was certain this, too, was intentional. The contrast of him being stark naked while she remained fully clothed was designed to remind him of his humiliation.
Courtney picked up the long-handled bit gag, but she didn’t place it in his mouth—yet. Instead, she gave a warning of when it might be used.
“Dogs don’t speak like people, right?”
One of Richard’s eyebrows arched. He stuck out his tongue and gave a feeble bark.
“Woof?”
Courtney burst into laughter, evidently pleased. And then, finally, the moment Richard had longed for—and feared—arrived.
“Bend over and spread your cheeks.”
Her tone was as casual as if she were asking for salt and pepper at dinner. The nonchalant attitude sent a thrilling shiver down Richard’s spine.
He turned and stiffly bent over. With his hands, he spread his bxttxcks, exposing his most vulnerable spot. The tight ring of muscles, normally drawn shut, was forced wide open, the taut skin glistening under the pressure. A bead of precxm formed at the tip of his manhood, the shame of his exposure heightening his arousal.
His face flushed red, not just from the blood rushing to his head but also from the utter humiliation. While he was used to submitting to her commands, this level of vulnerability, showing his most private place, brought an entirely different level of shame.
Courtney ran her fingers from the base of his spine to his perineum, tracing a line between his bxttxcks. Although Richard had meticulously cleaned himself, knowing she might touch him there, it did nothing to lessen his embarrassment. His hole, which had been slightly parted, twitched and tightened instinctively.
In a teasing voice, she asked,
“Did you clean yourself thoroughly?”
“Hah, yes…”
Slap—!
Courtney’s hand came down sharply on Richard’s a-s.
He staggered forward half a step, the pain negligible, but the overwhelming rush of pleasure made it hard to control his body.
