Kidnapped and used for Slaver #3

I finally started being a good girl, and Master starts being gentle with me.

When he came and took me for my bath the next day, i didnt fight or resist him at all, and he seemed to notice. He didnt drag me, and just let me walk behind him. When we were on the bathroom, he made me bend over and pulled the toy out of my cunny. I waited for the one in my butt, bracing myself, but he stood me up and turned on the water.
"That buttplug lives in that tight ass until you can learn to be obedient," he explained.
I nodded and waited for the tub to fill up. When it did, he roughly pushed me in, not caring when I smacked my head on the wall. He rushed through washing me, threatening to cut off my hair when it wouldn't stop getting tangled. I almost begged him not to, but I thought better of it. When he shaved me, he took his time, making me change positions every few minutes. While he rinsed me, he kept whispering to me, telling me to be a good girl, to obey him, to listen so he doesn't have to punish me. He pulled me out and dried me off, then ordered me to stay put while he went to grab something. I sat and waited, too afraid to move to scratch my leg. He came back and saw me in the exact same spot and smiled. He pulled his hands out from behind his back and showed me a white see through nighty that had frills around the top and bottom. He dressed me, then handed me a brush and made me brush out my hair. I ripped through all the knots and mats, not wanting to take too long and trying to stay silent. When I was done I handed the brush to him, and he took it then spun me around. Then he pulled me against him and kissed the top of my hair softly. I was confused but I didnt want him to notice, thinking he'd go back to his normal aggro self.
"You're so sexy little girl, I cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you," he said thoughtfully.
I didnt know if I was supposed to say anything, so I just looked up at him and forced a tiny smile. He grabbed my face and kissed me roughly, his other hand squeezing my butt. While he kept kissing me, he lifted me and placed me on the sink. He started digging his hand between my legs and spreading them apart. I knew fighting would just mean punishment, so I spread my legs for him and he started to play with my cunny. He made me stare at him while he did, finally breaking the kiss.
"You look so good in that baby, just like the day I saw you walking, I just have to have you!"
He pulled me off the sink and bent me over the tub, then ripped his pants down and slammed into my cunny. My hands splashed against the last of the water and I bit my tongue hard so I stayed quiet. He started pounding my like a jackhammer, making my ribs ache and my burnt hand split whenever it'd rub the floor of the tub. I felt even more stuffed than before, I could feel him rubbing against the plug. It didnt take long for him to finish and fill me.
After he was done I thought he'd take me back to the room, but instead he flipped me onto my back, and laid me in the tub so my feet were up and hanging over, my back and shoulders were pressed into the floor and my neck and head were pressed against the back wall.
"You stay exactly like this until I come get you. You need to start making my children soon. This will keep everything headed where its supposed to be," he explained.
"Yes master," I replied, trying to ignore the neck pain that was already starting.
He got up and left me there. I watched him leave, then tried to get comfortable without moving too much. I thought about being pregnant, bringing a baby into this. Would he be nicer to me? Would he be nice to the baby, or will he hit it too? Will I take care of it or will he help? How long until I really got pregnant? What if I already was? I sat there thinking until he came back a while later. He pulled me out of the tub, laughing when I stumbled. He rubbed my shoulders and neck, then made me spread my legs so he could see if everything stayed inside me. After a few seconds he smacked me in the back of the head, making me fall.
"You're leaking! Get on your knees!" He screamed, standing over me.
I obeyed, my body shaking. He wiped the inside of my thigh with his hand, then shoved his hand in my mouth and told me to clean it. I awkwardly licked his hand until he yanked it out, slapping me in the face. Then he pushed my face to the floor and told me to lick it up. I did as he said, gagging as my tongue touched the floor. When he was satisfied, he yanked me onto my feet, grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. He brought me into the kitchen and made me stand infront of him. He bent down and cuffed my ankles, then tied a rope in the middle, the other end attatched to the island in the middle of the kitchen. I stared at my feet, the cuffs digging into my skin.
"Since you obviously still cant be trusted, ive taken extra precautions. Don't get any dumb ideas," he ordered, grabbing my chin so id look at him.
He stared at me for a while, then said, "i want you to spend the whole day in here, trying to cook, cleaning, and ive left out a cookbook open to a page for chocolate chip cookies, all the stuff is in that cabinet," he pointed to one at the very top over the stove.
"Yes Master," I replied, fiddling with the fabric of the dress he'd given me.
He kissed me hard and told me ask for help if I needed it, but to be sure it was worth it. He left me alone in the room, and instead of breaking down like I wanted, I grabbed the cookbook and flipped through it. I looked through the fridge and cabinets, and found most of the stuff for buffalo chicken wraps which seemed simple enough, and i didnt need to use the oven or stove which was nice. I got some leftover rotisserie, cheese, lettuce, and buffalo sauce from the fridge, then i grabbed some tortillas from the cabinet. It took me about 15 minutes to make them, even tho the recipe said 5, but I wanted them to look nice. I put them on a plate and started to bring them to master, but the cuffs dug into my ankles, reminding me I couldn't go far. I didnt know if he'd want me to bother him, but I was hungry and too scared to eat without permission, so I got as close to the doorway as I could.
"Master?" I choked out.
Of course he didnt hear me, so I said it as loud as I could without yelling, and luckily he heard me and started coming my way.
I quickly grabbed his plate and immediately dropped to my knees to hold it up to him. I wanted to make up for my behavior by being a good girl. When he came in he looked down at me confused for a second, then pleased. He grabbed his plate and told me to go sit with him at the island. I stood up and followed him, letting him sit first so I didnt take his seat. I sat and slid my plate over, watching him get ready to take a bite. He looked pleasantly surprised as he tasted it, then he smiled at me and took another bite. My stomach growled but I knew I had to wait until he said I could eat. When he was about halfway done, he finally let me eat, and I almost choked it down. He still managed to finish his before I was even close to halfway done, and he immediately took the rest of mine and threw it out. My stomach growled loudly again like I hadn't eaten at all, but I didnt react. He kissed me and left me alone again without another word.
The day went on and I just cleaned until I had to make dinner. Once it was almost done, I decided to start on the cookies. I looked at the cabinet Master had said they were in, and took a deep breath before starting to climb the counter. When I got up, I realized how tight the rope was pulled. I looked at the cabinet again and decided I could reach it. I got up onto my tippy toes and reached over, my legs shaking. I swung open the cabinet and lost my balance, the rope yanking me to the floor. I fell flat on my back, shaking the house and making the loudest bang ever. I couldn't breathe, so I just laid there gasping. I heard Masters footsteps, so I forced myself to stand, hugging the counter.
"What did you do?" He yelled as he came in.
"Im... sorry master i... fell," I wheezed out.
He came over to me and grabbed my shoulder, making me flinch then gasp in pain. He made me turn to face him, and I held onto him as tight as I could. My head was spinning and my eyes kept going dark. He stared at me for a second, then swore and unlocked the cuffs from my ankles. My body started to shake as I thought he was taking me to punish me. He looked up at me and wiped a tear from my cheek, I hadn't realized I was crying. I immediately tried to apologize, but he was scooping me into his arms and rushing through the halls. Everytime I closed me eyes he pinched me, then I was sitting on the side of the tub. I looked down at my dress and saw it had a few red drops on it. I assumed it was sauce from dinner, and I tried to cover it so he wouldn't notice. He started pushing something wet against the side of my head as he roughly moved my hair around. He was swearing then telling me I was okay, then swearing again. After a few minutes he threw the wet thing into the tub then started putting some kind of cream on my scalp, and it burned. I tried to push his hands away but my arms were like noodles. Then he wrapped something itchy around my head. He looked down at me and slowly stood my up and started checking my body. He tried to lift my dress but I was clutching the red spots and he couldn't pull it off. He grabbed my hand and tried to pull it open, saying I could have it back he just needed to see. I immediately started to cry and apologize. I opened my hand and said I got sauce all over and i was so so sorry I was trying to be good, and instead of getting mad he just hushed me and slowly peeled the dress off. Then he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, sitting me on the side of the bed. He opened the dresser and pulled a giant sweater over me. I wiped my face with the sleeves as he laid me down, kissing my cheek gently.
"You need to be more careful babygirl, what if you had a baby in that belly?" He asked quietly.
"Im sorry master," I whispered, closing my eyes.
"How about you call me Daddy instead baby?"
I nodded slowly as I started to drift off. I heard him getting ready to go, and for some reason I didnt want him to, so I grabbed his arm and hugged it tightly. He chuckled and played with my hair until I fell asleep smiling.