Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 03

I wake with a start, my heart racing as I sit up in bed. The sound that jolted me awake is still echoing in my mind – the soft chime of my computer, signaling that another message is waiting for me. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My feet dangle in the air, feeling for the floor as I try to get my bearings. The room is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the computer and the muted glow of the TV screen, showing yet another porn scene.

I tentatively open the message, my eyes scanning the screen for any sign of what’s to come. My heart is still racing from the sudden wake-up. I hesitate for a moment, my finger hovering over the mouse, the memory of the shock collar’s unpleasant jolt is still fresh in my mind. Finally, I click on the message. The screen flickers to life, and I’m met with a simple, yet ominous, message: “Good morning, toy. I trust you slept well. You have ten minutes to make yourself presentable and kneel on the mat by the door. -Master.”

As I read the message, the screen suddenly changes, and a countdown timer appears, displaying the remaining time in bold, red numbers: 09:59. I feel a surge of anxiety as I realize I need to act quickly.

My eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of what I’m supposed to do. That’s when I notice it – a small, black mat placed neatly on the floor by the door. It wasn’t there before, and I’m certain of it.

I think for a brief moment, “Fuck him! I’m not doing that!” But then I remembered the collar around my neck and what happens when I don’t obey.

I spring into action, my heart racing with the countdown timer ticking away in the back of my mind. I quickly make my way to the bathroom, the fluorescent light above the sink flickering to life as I enter. I hastily use the toilet, trying to calm my racing thoughts as I take care of my business. As I flush the toilet, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my eyes looking wild and my hair disheveled from sleep. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I turn on the shower.

As the warm water cascades down my body, washing away the remnants of sleep and calming my frazzled nerves, I take a moment to collect my thoughts. I close my eyes, letting the gentle pressure of the water massage my scalp, and try to calm my racing heart. The countdown timer is still ticking away in the back of my mind, but I push it aside, focusing on the sensation of the water on my skin. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill my lungs, and slowly exhale, letting my tension melt away.

I open my eyes, and my gaze falls on the shower gel dispenser on the wall. I reach out, my hand closing around the cool plastic, and squeeze a small amount of gel into my palm.

I rub the gel between my palms, feeling the cool, slippery texture as I work it into a lather. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafts up, calming my senses as I begin to wash my body. My hands move in slow, deliberate motions, scrubbing away the remnants of sleep and the lingering anxiety of the countdown timer. I take a deep breath, letting the warm water and soothing scents wash over me, and try to clear my mind. I know what I need to do, and I know I must do it quickly.

I turn on the shower dryers and I quickly dry off, my mind still focused on the countdown timer. I glance at the mirror, my reflection revealing a sense of urgency in my eyes. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, hastily brushing my teeth as I prepare myself for what’s to come.

As I spit out the toothpaste, I hear the soft chime of the computer again. I rush over to the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The countdown timer now reads 04:32, and I know I have to move quickly.

I quickly run a comb through my hair, trying to tame the tangles as best I can. I take one last look in the mirror, checking my appearance. I quickly eat a breakfast bar, take a deep breath, and make my way to the door.

As I approach the mat, I can feel my heart racing. I kneel down, trying to make myself as small and unassuming as possible. I lower my head, my eyes closed, as I wait for my master to arrive.

I can hear the sound of footsteps approaching, and I know I have only seconds left. I focus on my breathing, trying to stay calm and composed.

The sound of the footsteps grows louder, and I can feel the vibrations of each step through the floor. My heart is racing, and my breath catches in my throat as I wait for the door to open. The handle turns, and the door creaks open, revealing the dim light from the hallway. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for what’s to come.

“Good morning, toy,” a low, smooth voice says. I open my eyes to see my him standing in the doorway, a leash held loosely in his hand. The leash is made of black leather, and it looks sturdy. His eyes seem to gleam with amusement as he takes in my kneeling form, and I feel a flush rise to my cheeks.

As he reaches my side, he gently lifts my chin with his free hand, his fingers brushing against my skin with a soft caress.