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�Cunt, how many states have you been in over the last six weeks,� He asked her.
�Eleven,� was the soft spoken reply.
�How many states have you sassed Your Owner in, slave?� was His next harsh question.
�Eleven, Sir� all she could do was answer Him.
�Then, slave, that is your punishment, eleven hours,� He told her.
Upon that she gasped, not quite understanding:�Eleven hours, Sir?�
�Oh it will be clear enough to you momentarily bitch!�
He almost whispered, as he removed the lock that held her to the bed rail and quickly connected it to the other cuff, reaching down and clipping her leash to her collar.
Looking up with wide-eyes she had an intense feeling she didn�t really like this scenario much.
He pulled her by the leash into the living room where the door was wide open and she saw what the ruckus was about.
A cage!
Directly out the porch door was what appeared to be a dog cage.
It was six foot long and three foot tall, two feet wide. He had placed padding there, in the bottom of three quarters of the cage.
On one end was two shinny metal bowls, she assumed for food and water. It was made of steel and one end opened for the door, half way down the door was a bracket, for a lock.
Knowing now, He intended to cage her for eleven hours, she was led to the cage.
�You know what�s coming don�t you, slave?�
�Yes, Master� she replied, �You will cage her for eleven hours.�
�That�s right slave,� He told her.
Reaching onto the coffee table he picked up a matching chain to the one that held her ankles and chained her wrist cuffs together.
�If you so much as say a word, any word, anything at all, while you are in that cage, I will double your punishment, slave!� He spewed at her vehemently.
�Now grab the bars.�