You start the day

You wait in anguish, hoping Atlas will give you more but to your dismay, he doesn't. He hops off the bed, once again leaving you alone and horny. You can see Atlas watching your hand closely, telling you that finishing yourself isnt an option. As you wait for the pain from your unsatisfied crotch to subside, moments from the night before begin coming back to you. The anger you felt for being taken, controlled, treated like nothing more than Atlas's bitch, starts to slip away as you recal the intense sensation of cuming. Through the pain and fear came what you're almost ashamed to admit to be the best orgasm you've ever had. As you begin to get lost in your thought, you quickly snap out of it as you can't let Atlas even get a hint that you enjoyed any part of that.

"You're a bad dog!" You say sternly to Atlas, attempting to bring back the anger.

You're not sure what kind of reaction you were expecting from him, but he doesn't seem to give any obvious reponse.

After a moment if awkward silence, you slowly begin to sit up. You wonder for a moment if Atlas will do anything to try and stop you, but instead he starts to walk away. You get your body fully seated, your bare legs hanging off the end of the bed as your untouched cock continues to shrivel down.

Atlas soon returns, now with a paper in his mouth. You take it from him and see it's a flyer advertising breakfast in the main dining hall.

"Now you're trying to tell me your hungry?" You say to him.

"Woof!" He lightly barks as he bobs his head.

You think about denying him, just as he's denied you but the feeling of your stomach growling changes your mind.

"Fine!" You say reluctantly.

Atlas steps back slightly as you go over to your suit case to get your cothes. Even when not looking towards his direction, you can feel Atlas staring at you as you get dressed.

"Look!" You say, trying to put as much authority in your voice as possible. "If we're going to go out of this room, you have to obey me."

You think for a moment that you see him shaking his head, but you can't tell. You finish getting dressed and walk towards the door.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" You ask.