Training and

In the depths of my sleep, the collar, the dildo, and the plug activated.

An electric shock ripped through my throat, wrenching me awake with a stifled cry. My eyes widened in the darkness, my pupils burning with adrenaline as the collar vibrated against my Adam's apple, its cold metal biting into my damp skin. The dildo had awakened before me, its muffled pulsations driving me deep inside with machine-like regularity, each rotation calculated to penetrate further.

The door opened, Virgil's voice rose.

• It's 5 a.m. Your training resumes. First, a protein breakfast. He tossed me a packet as he ended my torment. I gasped in my gym clothes.

I opened the packet: a kind of soggy porridge that I knew was disgusting but perfectly suited to what awaited me.

• Don't worry, it's perfect, and I'll add it to the bill. You won't cost me another cent.

A small spoon allowed me to eat it while he looked at me with a gaze that made me shudder.

The plastic spoon trembled between my fingers, each mouthful of this gray mush going down my tight throat like cement. Virgil leaned forward, his knuckles creaking as he grasped my chin, forcing my gaze into his.

"Every second you waste shivering is another debt," he murmured, his hot breath carrying the lingering scent of black coffee.

I finished it even though I hoped I wouldn't have to eat only this in the future.

Okay, come on, let's go for a walk in the park.

I put on my sneakers, he removed the belt with the dildo and the plug. I grimaced; wearing it all night had quite traumatized my intimate area without me realizing it until I woke up.

Virgile took us there. It was so cold I was shivering. His Belgian Malinois was with us; he kept sniffing me. I trembled with fear even though he had put a muzzle on the dog so it wouldn't bite.

Arriving at the park, he led us to the obstacle course area. "Okay, you're going to do this course once, then 15 times. Each time you'll improve your time, but to make sure you don't cheat, I'm going to let my dog ​​off the leash when you're halfway through. I strongly advise you to finish before he catches up with you. Even though he can't bite, you won't appreciate his anger, or mine."

My heart pounded against my ribs as Virgile unfastened the leash. The Belgian Malinois tensed like a bow, his lips curled back on the metal tether. A trickle of drool fell onto the frozen grass between us.

• Go.

The first obstacle, a suspended beam, trembled beneath my numb hands when the dog's low growl ripped through the air. My feet slipped on the frosted wood, the bark tearing at the skin of my palms.

Virgile called out to me:

"Speed ​​up, I'll let him go in 10 seconds." I was crawling under barbed wire that snagged my workout clothes, and I could see the wooden wall approaching. It was 2.20 meters high for women, and I was only 1.75 meters. I grimaced as I emerged from under the barbed wire, finding myself in front of the wall, when I heard Virgile say:

"Catch my dog ​​there." My blood ran cold as the muzzle snapped open. The Belgian Malinois leaped forward, its claws tearing at the frozen ground with a sound like raw flesh. I threw myself against the wall, my nails desperately searching for a grip in the rough wood. A splinter lodged under my fingernail, but the pain was drowned out by the dog's hot breath on my calves. I somehow managed to climb onto the wooden wall, barely escaping.

That devil of a dog was gathering momentum to jump, and knowing a Belgian Malinois was perfectly capable of clearing that height, I moved to the other side and jumped from one high bar to the next. As the dog caught up to me, he rammed into me, trying to knock me down. I was so glad I'd invented the muzzle; otherwise, he would have torn me to shreds.

My hands slipped on the bars, damp from the frost, my fingers gripping the icy metal. The Malinois bounced against the structure with a low growl, his claws scratching the post beneath me. I felt his hot breath through the torn fabric of my leggings.

"Three minutes thirty," Virgil called out, his voice trailing like a blade on concrete.

I propelled myself toward the last bar, my arms trembling with the effort. The dog pivoted, ready to go around the obstacle.

My left foot landed in the frozen mud, the impact stinging my leg like a shard of glass. The Belgian Malinois was already circling the structure, its ragged breathing creating clouds of steam in the biting air. I rushed toward the sandpit—the final obstacle before the finish line.

The sand, hardened by the frost, cracked beneath my feet. A whimper escaped me as the dog dove in; I dodged it, summoning all my strength to finish as quickly as possible.

As I passed Virgil, he announced 3 minutes 45 seconds.

"Not bad, but not extraordinary. Now you're going to repeat the course 14 times and improve your time each time. No more rewinding to give you wings. Every failure will earn you a penalty and humiliation." He handed me a water bottle with electrolytes. After a two-minute rest, he had me get into position to start the set.

Virgil's hand slammed onto my shoulder, his fingers digging into my flesh like cleats. "Start in ten seconds," he murmured, his hot breath clinging to the back of my neck. I felt my stomach churn, the protein mixture rising in my throat.

The shrill whistle ripped through the icy air. I launched myself forward, my calves still burning from the Malinois' claws. The first beam swayed under my weight, the rotten wood creaking ominously.

Since that's how it is, you strip naked, you only keep your shoes on.

• But you can see me and the barbed wire.

My collar delivered an electric shock that jolted me violently, every muscle in my body twisting under the burning current. A hoarse cry tore from my throat as my fingers, numb with cold and pain, clung desperately to the edge of my shirt.

• Obey, you didn't have to fail. Drink some water and action in two minutes. Resigned, I undressed, shivering.

I gulped down the water, my teeth clattering against the icy metal spout. The liquid burned my throat, too cold, too fast. Virgil watched my every move, his gaze heavy like a hand on the back of my neck.

My trembling fingers attacked the zipper of my leggings. The fabric, clinging to my skin with sweat and mud, resisted before giving way with a wet tear. The biting air hit me instantly, the frost sending shivers through my bare skin.

The worst part was Rex, sniffing me, of course, where it was most embarrassing, much to his master's amusement.

30 seconds before starting again, only 7 attempts left, lighter like this you should go faster.

The whistle sounded again, shrill, and I launched myself forward in a **** surge, my bare skin whipped by the icy wind. Frozen mud splattered my legs, each impact like a blade. Rex panted behind me, his wet muzzle brushing against my calves with every bound.

Virgile sneered when I tripped over the first barrier, my numb toes hitting the metal. "Faster!" he yelled. The collar vibrated against my throat as a warning. When I reached the barbed wire, some of it dug into my skin, but I was doing everything I could to gain time. My body ached so much. This time, I managed to beat my best time by three seconds, freezing, naked, and covered in mud.

On the last run, I'd improved my best time by five seconds but had failed three times in total.

As an added humiliation, he put a leash on me like a dog and made me walk on all fours. We walked back at a leisurely pace, passing the first jogger who saw me naked in this subservient and indecent position. I was so ashamed.

The jogger stopped abruptly, his wide eyes taking in my trembling nakedness, the leather leash nipping at the nape of my neck with each dragging step. A stifled laugh escaped him as his fingers tightened their grip on his phone—was it to film, or simply out of embarrassment? Virgil jerked the leash sharply, forcing my forehead to graze the frozen asphalt.

• Watch this closely, this is a lesson for those who fail, he growled at the stranger.

A passerby called out to Virgil,

• Where can you find a female dog like that?

Virgil told him,

• Come to my gym and I'll introduce you to her. If you beat her in a challenge of my choosing, I'll let you have her for an hour.

The passerby burst into a raucous laugh, his gleaming eyes devouring my humiliated posture. “I’ll be there tomorrow, then,” he said, clicking his tongue. Virgil pulled harder on the leash, the leather grip eliciting a groan from me as my scraped knees slid on the gravel.

Rex sniffed loudly along my thigh, his wet muzzle pressed against my bare skin.

We went back into the gym after he repeated his invitation four times.

• You see, you’re helping me pay back my money. That’s five gym memberships already, and you’d better improve quickly, or you’ll belong to them for an hour.

I looked at him and saw that he was serious about his bet.