CRAWL SPACE "Take off your clothes first, Cuy." I waited for her to respond, and when she slowly began to unbutton her shirt, I turned to turn the light switch on for the tool room. It was about 1 AM now, and when I turned back, Cuy now stood before me with the clothes on the ground beside her. Cuy had become more and more intimidated by my growing demands for her to submit to my fantasies. She now no longer tried to protest against whatever I asked of her. But as usual, when our sessions began, she had a tear form slowly in her eye. She looked so sad as it began to run down her cheek. "Don't worry. I don't intend to beat you if you just do as you are told", I reassured her. There was certainly nothing Cuy hated more than being beat. "Still, I want you to kiss Mr. Stick first." Cuy immediately responded by planting multiple wet kisses on the cane I had raised up to her lips. I had bought Mr Stick several months ago at the Hobby Lobby, where I had told them I intended it for a bean plant to use to grow high. Instead, I had rushed home and given Cuy her first real beating with more than just a belt. That's when I think she gave up all expectations of having it much better. But I didn't want my woman to have much hope. Just a little. I looked at Cuy bemusedly as she eagerly tried to show me that she was going to be obedient tonight. Her kisses to the cane were more sensual than any kisses she could actually deliver to my body elsewhere. Certainly mopre sensual than without a threat. She had to have that threat of being hurt in some way to really respond with her best. "That's enough, Cuy. Stand up straighter, please. You know how I hate it when you slouch." And I pulled Mr. Stick away from her lips. Her posture immediately yanked into position with back arched, and breasts thrust out. "Now open your legs more." As she moved her feet apart, I slipped my hand into her smoothly shaved panocha. She was dry still, for only a little fear did not help moisten her pleasure enough. And all she had had so far, was just a suspicion that tonight might be humiliating or painful in some form or another. But just how, she had not a clue yet? I rubbed gently her dry lips. "Cuy, turn around for a second. And spread your cheeks, please." Her hands immediately drew her cheeks apart as she twirled to face away. Then she stretched them even harder apart. She knew I always asked fo her to open yet wider. I put my index finger gently to her culo opening, and pressed softly inward. "Cuy, let me in, Dear. I've hardly assaulted you yet now." And I pushed her freshly bathed butthole open. I insisted that she be clean for me, though I liked a little of my own personal filth to be made available for her. Why that was one of her home duties! Cleaning me when I was dirty. I didn't really care, and it made her feel useful. And dirty. "Cuy, stand on your tiptoes, please, while you keep yourself open and back arched." I liked for Cuy to feel her powerlessness. She knew that I would just as soon beat her as not. But it was hard for her to maintain that inconvenient postition for long, so she began to tremble. I grabbed her by her nearest nalga, and slapped it hard with my right hand. Then I squeeezed it. "OK, relax. That's enough for now. I want you to go over there and shit for me." She moved in the direction I had motioned. "On your knees, facing away from me and legs wide apart with your butt up. You are a little dog and I like to see you shit." She did as told, and I turned away. She was shy about this function, and was more likely to comply if not watched. Well I waited, and she strained. She strained some more, and I picked the cane back up, but waited still. "Master Wacky, Sir. I just can't," she begged, as she rotated her head to glance towards me with her plea. I took Mr Stick and ran him up to her butt cheeks, and then pressed upward and between with the end tip into her crack. "And why can't you, Cuy?", I asked coldly. We had been through this before. "I don't know, Sir. I just can't. I have tried but can't. I don't need to go right now. Sorry, Sir." I looked into her face as she looked over her shoulder at me from her dog on fours position. "Get up, Cuy. You know that I am tired of this sort of thing from you. You know that I want to degrade you, or beat you for your lack of obediance. You are a little shiteater, Cuy. But i get tired of doing that with you. You didn't shit for me in the morning, and now you won't shit for me at night. So I'm going to give you a new punishment tonight. I'm tired of getting my fingers all stinky by making you eat my shit when you misbehave. So we can do a little different thing tonight instead, and save the soap for my hands for some other use. Later perhaps?" I could see the look of relief that she would not have me force her to eat a turd yet again, but look of relief soon became mixed with a growing cloud on her face. Just what was I planning for her this time then? "Look, Cuy. Just like with when you try not to eat shit, I have to beat you and then you still have the shit to face eating. You will do as I say now, or get beat first and then do it anyway. Got it, Babe? So why not behave from the start?" "Yes, Sir," she replied looking towards the ground. Tears welled once again into both eyes this time. I reached over to dry the bigger one off, after the other dropped from the other eye kerplunk to the floor. She could really be quite touching at times. I felt kind of bad, but I knew I had to push on with her. Otherwise... she'd walk all over me, and all over other men, too, if I let her. "Look up" I said with a sneer as I pulled her hair backdown with my one hand, and raised her chin up with my right forefinger under. And then I gave her face a slap as I pulled my hand out fromm under her chin and above most quickly. I grabbed her chin again. Her eyes darted back and forth most wildly, trying to look away, yet not fully daring to. "I think you need that beating you fear so much, Cuy. Am I right?" SHe shook her head strongly and slumped sharply."No, Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I will do better, I really will. I will shit for you just as soon as I can, Sir. Please believe me. Don't hit me, I beg of you!" And she tried to get her crying started once again. "Basta, Dear! Cuy, we have moved beyond that already. But I will not beat you right this second. That is too quick a punishment for you anyway. Tonight you get something entirely different." Cuy's eyes lit up. No beating? No beating! "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. I love you and will do better, I will. Your slave wants to be good." And she machinegunned kisses to my crotch as I pulled her head in that direction. I let her pleasure me lightly like that for a minute. It was really pretty degrading, but compared to the worse she feared,it hardly was even noticeable to her in her relief at not getting slapped. I liked her to grovel, but didn't like for her to use that stupid word, 'slave'. What the hell is a slave in this day and age, anyway? "Cunt, get down on your stomach," and I pulled her face away from my crotch by tugging her hair away to the side. She rapidly dived to the tiles with her face down and arms out. It was an uncomforable position, and I delivered a light kick to her side to make it even more so. "Open your legs wider". I pulled her head back by her hair, and jabbed sharply with my right index finger into her rear hole. My finger drilled down for her shit about 2 inches, and then see-ed, and sawed, up and down, in and almost out, roughly. "Enough! Lick this off, and then get up back to your feet, My Sweetheart." I still held on to her hair as she lapped the finger quite moist in her mouth. Then I allowed her to rise to her feet, pulling her head upward but soiftly. "Don't get to comfy standing on yuor feet now, Dear. On your knees is where you belong and where you'll be." She shuffled some to the side nervously as response. What would Wacky mean by that? played in her eyes... "Tonight, Cuy, you sleep under the house in that crawlway where the dead cats got boxed in and died. I think the road kill smell is not so bad now as to make it impossible like it would have been earlier." Her eyes lit up in disbelieve and horror. "No, Sir. It is way too narrow to crawl into. Only cats can make it!" Cuy had a terrible fear of closed spaces. Even an elevator could make her nervous. And the crawlway under the house, meant for hurricane floodwaters, was definitely dark and narrow. "Cuy, you are so wrong. It is quite big enough for you, and I'll prove it to you." With that I grabbed her by the hair again and tugged her through the door I had just opened. She tried to pull away but I slapped her with my other hand. The cool air crashed against her open and unclothed body. "You will do as i say, Cuy CuntHoney. You lost the right to resist long ago already. Stop it now, or I'll beat you again." With that notice she suddenly went limp. I never have known a woman who hated to be beat quite as bad as Cuy does. I pulled her naked through the doorway and out into the dark night. One of the neighbor's houses still had a light on, but I just kept pulling her anyway. I pulled her the twenty feet to the side of our house where Cuy had reviously laid a plank across the openning, trapping several cats underneath that had then died and rotted carcasses underneath. I had pulled the board back off earlier that afternoon, and now the entrance to below beckoned wide open to poor Cuy. Her head was yanked downward, and she to her knees. "Get your butt in", I said while pushing her ass in with my right leg. "Get in now, Or I'll board it up after I do push you in. You stay there until next night at one. Hear?" With that, I gave her rear end a final push, and her naked bottom drilled forward into the obscurity of the dirty dusty entrance. "Listen, Possum. I'm leaving you here for a day for you to think well about why you keep refusing to shit for me when I tell you to. Yeah, Honey. You're a possum tonight, instead of the dog of a woman I make you feel like inside." With that, I leaned over and grabbed her face which had pushed out of the opening once again hoping to beg and plea bargain me with. I grabbed her hair once again, and slapped her face with both the front and back of my free hand. Not hard enough to hurt mind you, but just hard enough to have some sting to shame and shatter. Then I took my hand and pressed it against her face, released her hair and pushed her back inside the darkened and dank crawl way underneath. She just fit with maybe half a foot to spare from the bottom of the house. The cats before had made quite a noise that bothered us above. I wondered if Cuy would be as bad? lol. I walked away wondering if she dared to come out? I didn't really think so, but I gritted my teeth. If she did, I'd beat the living daylights out of that woman, with first just a belt, and then the cane. Then I'd take her back out once again. No way was I going to put up with any shit from my sweet little Cuy tonight. "OOPs, Cuy!", I thought to myself. "I forgot to tell you that I left you water in a dog bowl for you underneath if you got thirsty. 'Cause you are a sweetheart I didn't piss in it either." I hoped that my possum wouldn't accidentally tip it over in the dark, and have nothing to drink for an entire day. It'll get hot and nasty under there, especially with those dead cat bodies still lying around. Poor Cuy. But she really had no rights as for as I was concerned, Not at this point. My mind turned to other thoughts, as I went back inside.
A Leak Outside I started to drink about 11pm. There were still 2 hours left before Cuy's time under the crawl space would expire. I was beginning to feel bad about then. Just why did I mistreat my little woman the way I just had, I didn't really know? She surely loved me, but she still would not often obey me or fullfill all my frequent requests to her. It made me feel really pissed off, it did. For that, she certainly deserved those 24 hours of subspace timeout I had given her below the house, yet I still felt somewhat guilty for abusing her in this manner. Subspace, what a stupid term! Cuy wasn't a subhuman. She wasn't really all that submissive either. Of course, the crawl space could certainly be classified as subterranean! A grim smile came to my face as I reflected on this. I continued to drink my quart of cheap beer. And Cuy was my little guinea pig... below in her tight little subterranean crawlspace clutching dirt. I was getting pissy thinking about my little girl. Bloated and pissy. And my breath began to sour and ferment. I probably couldn't really get my Texas Pride to function too well tonight with all this beer in me. But certainly I was needing to take a leak. And Cuy would need a bath after her Springtime passage. I thought, it's stupid to go take a leak now in the bathroom toilet, and continue to wait until one o'clock to see my little dirthog. Why not give Cuy a break on the time at least? Walking throught the door I was grateful that the temp had begun to cool off again. A hot shower might even feel good to poor Cuy now? I walked towards the hole on the side of the house that opened into darkness below. "Cuy! Hey, Cuy! It's me. Are you still alive in there?" I certainly hoped so! It already smelled of dead cat below. No need to add to the stink. "Cuy, hurry up. Time's up, Girl. Let's go!" A shadow began to stir in the opening to Cuy's hole. And Cuy began to come through doubled over, all like a dirty ball. Boy did she smell like dead animal. Her hair was matted and dirt covered with dust and sticks. She crept out head first, and then started to rise up to her feet, but my hand quickly came out to restrain her. "Sorry, Baby. Let me clean you off some." And I grabbed her by the hair. "Now look up at me straight, and keep the body down. Face up now." It had been dark, but the neighbor's light was on once again. And a star or two twinkled dimly in the sky. I unzipped myself, and crowed... "Cuy, if you are thirsty or just want to show your love, open your mouth." I looked downward, but Cuy had not appeared to have heard any of my request to her. Oh well. With one hand I held her, and with my other I pulled a limp noodle forth through my now unzipped fly. As the pressure in my pisser below began to rise, I took my aim. Cuy had now opened her target quite wide for me. She was taking no chances about staying out yet another night in the crawl space. Her mouth awaited my leak of stale beer. First it started with a timid burst, but then a trickle, but still I continued dribbling urine until her mouth began to overflow with the hot stream. Stop. And then the void began to flow again, this time with force. I began to wash off both her face and her hair with my hose. And then I aimed for down lower on her chest. I looked towards the neighbor's window light as my flow continued its off and on dribble. I had to stop at last, so I put the wet little guy back in my pants. Damn! I had wet some on myself. "You stupid asshole", I muttered to myself. Shit, this felt so awkward and stupid, and I didn't really want to do anything much more with Cuy tonight. I grabbed my little doll with both hands, and then I fell forward and to the side, taking her down with me into the grass. I loved dirtyness, and with Cuy's time underneath t5he crawl space, and the wet pee, we both certainly now felt it. I rolled with her into the grass held together tight, and clutched her unclothed wet filth to me. She didn't really want to acknowledge my presence by looking into my face, but I wasn't letting her get away with it. After drinking a whole quart of beer and with this light buzz, I was now in no mood to let her make me feel bad about giving out any of her punishment. Wet, slimy, and dirty, she turned me on even in my drunken state. That's why I love her so. "cuy. You know I love you despite how I just treated you so bad. I had to piss on you to clean you off. Now, all I want to do is just kiss you, Babe." And with that, I dug my tongue into her lips and probed past her teeth to the inside of her mouth. And we kissed and kissed and kissed. Or at least I forced us to do so. Cuy at first went rigid, but then had to loosen up just a midge to breathe. I'm sure my breath wasn't the greatest, but who cares? If Cuy did, she still didn't care to voice her complaint. I squeeezed her boobs to me, and then played roughly with the points, twisting and pulling them. If we had made a tad more noise, the neighbors might have woken up to look out and see what dogs might be out in the night, making such a ruckus. Howl-ooouuullll.... Bow-wow-wow.... We were both animals, though the Macho dog, Wacky, now had a limp dick. "Come on, Sweetheart. Let's go inside and clean you up. And then you can get a decent rest. I'm not going to fuck with you any more this night." And the full moon pulled out behind a dense cloud, and lighened up the profile of the houses in the night. There would be other nights for pleasuring my my now shrivelled up, and pretty much dead little stick. Big Daddy had turned himself into Mr. LittleWood, and the beer gut above was a rumbling. Tonight, all the dogs would be quiet. Poor Cuy needed a rest anyway. And with her slumped profile at my side, we two entered the house once again together. My hand holding hers inside of it.
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