by Alan Horn
Whoa. I felt something. The new chains Stan had put on me today. If I spread my knees, my labia lips were pulled apart. I lifted one knee and swung it back and forth. My pussy was loving the incredible pleasure of stroking my pussy lips. I tried the other knee. Oh joy. I could come, I thought. Suddenly I felt a red hot pain in my ass. Master had felt me.
He said, "I decide when you can have pleasure. I'm pretty generous, but don't you dare start anything . You will only obey my orders. Clear?"
I sobbed, "Yes, m.m.master. I'm sorry."
He got up got a spreader bar and strapped it to my knees, holding them wide. Why, oh why had I done that. I was an obedient slave. I wanted to be. I had let my animal need for pleasure get me in trouble. I swore to myself I would not do that again. I was embarrassed I had let my master down. I would do better.
That was better than I expected. Her instinctive pleasure seeking actions boded well for the next phase. And My chance to reinforce my authority over her was perfectly timed. I'll bet she is feeling great remorse for letting me down now. I could ask her, but I wouldn't trust a verbal answer at this point in her training. I'll wait an hour and let her stew in her own juices. Wait a minute, If she's where I want her, she will be wet. I should check that. I reached down and stroked her clit hood. Aha, wet. Great. I wiped my hand on her ass.
I felt him. My master rubbed my clit. He wants me. He's not mad at me. Sheesh. A guy rubs my clit and I'm agog. Boy am I easy. Listen to yourself bonehead. Your naked locked in his stocks. He can rub you anywhere and it doesn't mean he likes you. You're just a convenient piece of ass he can have anytime he wants. No, No. He's claimed me. I'm wearing his tag. I'm his property. I'm the only girl he has. I love him. I like being made helpless by him. I like the way he's decorated and belled me. I like everything about my life. Shut up. You know, it’s a sign of insanity if you hold conversations with yourself. You're not myself. You are my mother's insanity talking to me. Get out of my head.
Master let me out of the stocks and took me into the kitchen. He let me help with dinner. I made a salad while he made hamburgers on the grill outside. My hands were free, free. He locked a long chain from my ankles to a ring in the wall so I couldn't leave. As if I'd ever want to leave him. As I tore up the lettuce, my nipple bells rang loudly. I snuck a peek at him and noticed how he smiled when my bells rang. If I was quiet too long he would look at me to see what kind of mischief I was getting into. As I worked, I swung my foot just to hear its bell ring. It had a pleasing tone.
Chapter 22 - Puppy Girl
We ate outside. I knelt beside him, my hands locked behind my head. He really liked how it lifted my breasts. He fed me a bite at a time. He told me tomorrow I was going to do animal play. I was going to be a puppy. He explained that I was just playing a puppy. I was to try and feel what a puppy would feel. A weak, tiny puppy. Totally dependent on him for everything. Yet playful, curious, and anxious to please.
I was unsure and asked why I was doing this.
He said, "playing a puppy, gives you gives you a window into your animal self. your lizard brain, it’s been called." It’s a way to help you separate those instincts and the conditioning society has imposed on you."
He would have been a great doctor or salesman. I believed him. Every word. He was calm and energetic and logical. And he was my master. I trusted him in everything.
He unlocked my hands and I helped clean up after dinner. He took me into the living room and we played gin rummy for an hour. I won three games he won five. I enjoyed our banter over the games. We talked about exercise. I had been doing yoga for a year at my last school. He had studied several martial arts and was interested in krav maga, from Israel.
He had me show him some yoga exercises. Which he made me repeat until I was tired.
He looked at the time and turned on the TV. He liked to watch a news commentary program from BBC. He sat on the couch with the remote and motioned for me to join him. I wound up sitting across his lap, his arm around my shoulders. He told me to put my arms at my sides. He used his hands to fondle my breasts. After a moment he said, "This isn't working too well. Stand up." He locked my hands to the back of my waistband. Their regular position. and pulled me back onto his lap. Now he could reach all my girl parts, including Submit, Obey and Slave, all clearly labeled. He watched the TV while playing with me. I could tell the TV didn't have his undivided attention. His penis was growing hard under me. Meanwhile I was developing a good head of steam myself. His rubbing, tweaking, pulling and squeezing was blowing my cool.
Finally the show was over and I had visions of a night of hard sex. He led me to a desk in the living room, said, " kneel under the desk. facing out." He took out his penis and said, "take my cock in your mouth and hold it. Don't stimulate it with your tongue or suck it. Just hold it." He sat in the desk chair and rolled close to me. I did as he ordered. I loved his taste and feel. I loved his cum more. He sat there over an hour. As I sheathed his cock, I rested, relaxed and content. How I would have railed against the thought of just being a cock receptacle a week ago. Now it was enjoyable. I was where I should be. My master's cock in my mouth. I wondered what my parents would say if they knew of my new avocation.
I was still embarrassed, I guess, since I didn't want anyone to know I was in this position. Or that I enjoyed it. I realized I still hadn't resolved all my guilt issues. I still wasn't able to just enjoy my sensuality. I still cared what others thought of my behavior. Given the opportunity, I wouldn't reveal what I liked to do. I still thought of it as kinky rather than just enjoyable. I hoped the puppy play would free me from this guilt.
Alex was coming along better than I expected. Two weeks ago she was a headstrong, willful, self-destructive young woman. Today she has accepted her slave status. She is loving, obedient, and full of life. Despite how we have restrained and decorated her she shows affection for me. Much affection and submission. She is broken to harness. I did not expect this degree of success for several months. Her natural submissiveness must have been boiling just under the surface. Tomorrow I will try and make her act on her animal instincts and forget the human 'civilized' rules. Lucky she is so obedient.
Master slid his chair back and his cock out of my mouth. I smiled and waited for an order. He told me to come out and I scooted forward. It was hard since my hands were still locked behind me. If I raised too much I banged my head on the underside of the desk. Finally, I was out and he unlocked my hands and sent me to the bathroom to clean up. He told me the paint on my body wouldn't wash off. I flossed and brushed my teeth, ran a washcloth over me, especially my feet.
When she finished, I locked her hands behind her, put her in standing display position and looked at her. God, she was magnificent. Great breasts, slim, athletic body, nice ass, great, long legs. Her toe and fingernail polish needed renewing. Her hair was a thick golden mop swirling around her shoulders. Her rings made her so erotic, so controllable. The shining collar on her long neck was perfect. Even her hobble increased her sexuality. I don't know what it is about chains on a woman. Even much vanilla jewelry for women has chains involved. Maybe the way they follow the contours. No, even her ankle chains, hanging free in their catenary curve look delicious. If I get my way, Alex will always wear chains. They magnify her beauty and stress her slavery.
I lay her on her back on the bed and locked her sleeping chain to her hobble chain. I lay down beside her. I said, "Alex, One reason I like you in this position is that your hands are under your waist. It raises your pussy and changes the angle of your love channel. It feels better for me. Is it comfortable for you?"
"Master, it is quite comfortable. My hands are held down by my and our weight, but my waistband evens out the pressure, And You're right. The position gets me off faster than laying flat."
I lay beside her supine form. I stroked and pulled all her curves and rings. I enjoyed seeing which stimulus caused the best responses. I learned she is ticklish and enjoyed her laughter and squirming. I made her spread her legs
and watched the little chains I had Stan install, pull her labia lips apart. I knelt between her legs and learned her topography. She had the most amazing curves in her soft, responsive flesh. I touched and rubbed and stroked. I watched her muscles spasm and tremble under my fingers. I raised her arousal to the point of climax with a single finger. Subtlety worked better than brute force, for her. What I got was intellectual stimulation. I would put my new knowledge to practical use soon. She was hot, too hot. She would come as soon as I took her. I wanted a longer period of pleasure, so I let her cool down.
He lay beside me on the bed and teased me unmercifully. I loved it and got more and more aroused. He played with my face and breasts and all my body. Then he knelt between my legs and made me spread them wide. Those little chains fastened to my labia rings pulled my lips wide apart. He tortured me for the longest time with his finger. I only felt one finger and he played me like a violin. In minutes he had me ready to come, then he would stop and I would cool just a fraction. Then he would start again. It was so wonderful and so frustrating. I needed to come so much, but he wouldn't let me. Then he got up and went out of the room. That bastard. He's just teasing me. I need to come.
I went to the kitchen and selected some interesting foods to stimulate her. I got a carrot and a cucumber, some ice cubes, some maraschino cherries. I found chocolate sauce and Ice cream. I looked at my selections and decided to move her in here. Easier to clean up afterwards. I unlocked her sleeping chain and brought her to the kitchen. I had her sit on the floor and lean against the counter. I told her she needed to learn food play before moving on to animal play. She looked quizzical, but interested. I wasn't giving her a choice anyway.
He sat me on the floor and let me lean against the counter. He put a blindfold on me. It strapped tight on my head and nary a photon got to my eyes. He said, "pull your feet up to your ass. Spread your knees." I felt those little chains pull my labia lips apart. I felt something cold running around my sex lips. It nudged its way into my unprotected vagina. It felt huge and cold. I was so aroused that it easily slid right in. It was so cold. I should have cooled down inside, but my body didn't seem to care about the temperature of the intruder. It slid in and out a few times, making me hotter with each thrust. My pussy clenched around it, trying to pull it deeper. It didn't move. It just at there. It was so, so frustrating.
A small sound then I felt a cold thick liquid dripping onto my right breast, the one named SUBMIT. It slowly ran down my breast. More dropped onto my left breast, OBEY. A smell reached my nose. honey. He was dripping honey on my breasts. Then I felt his warm tongue licking the honey off. He did not move fast. My core was a bubbling cauldron of lust. "Master, I'm done. Lick the damned honey off my breasts, pull the baseball bat out of me and please fuck me silly."
"Patience, little one. I'm almost ready."
I felt a little brush tickle my nipples. They left a cool liquid behind. I wondered what it was. My nipples grew warm, then hot. Oh my god. They were on fire. I squealed, "Master. It burns." I almost exploded. My pussy was hotter than my tits. "Please master, fuck me. Fuck me now. Please..." He pulled the monster phallus out of me. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me down onto the floor. His cock entered me. Thank God. It felt as big as whatever he just pulled out. But he was warm, so warm. His dick warmed my body all the way to my heart. Whatever he put on my nipples was magic. I came at his first thrust. He kept on and soon I was ready again. We both came at the same time in a wondrous orgasm. I thrashed and bucked and squealed. My moans filled my ears between my orgasms. I don't think master made any noise, but when he took the blindfold off me he looked pleased with himself.
When he raised off me I asked, "Master what was that on my nipples?"
"Chili oil, slave. Enjoyed it didn't you."
"Yes Master. It was so hot. I was on fire and it ignited my core. You helped put it out for me. Thank you so much, master."
He pulled me to my feet and said, "Let's go get you cleaned up."
I slept in master's bed. My hands locked as usual and my sleeping chain locked to my ankle chain. He wrapped his arms around me. We slept spoon fashion. It was the most glorious way to sleep. I was out instantly.
I woke first next morning. I was still wrapped in his arms. I was pleasantly sleepy and didn't want to move for fear of waking fully. I stretched my legs and stopped short when I heard the clink of my chains.. I didn't want to wake master. I flexed my fingers and discovered they were just touching master's cock. It was rock hard. I could easily caress its tip. Would he consider it good or bad? I decided good. I gently massaged the tip. Soon he stirred and realized what I was doing. He rolled me over and looked into my eyes. What wonderful dark, laughing eyes he has.
He said, "Anxious to start the day right, slave?"
"Always with you, master."
I was amazed at his self control. He didn't take me then. He unlocked me from the sleeping chain and took me in the bath. He bent me over the edge of the tub and gave me an enema. I was thrilled by his easy control over me. He inserted the slender probe into my ass hole then I was filled by a warm liquid. He made me stay bent over the tub while he shaved. He positioned me over the toilet and let me release. To my surprise he bent me back over the tub and I felt his fingers lubricating my asshole. His fingers rubbing around and in my anus was driving me wild with arousal. My nipples hardened and my belly trembled. He slid his cock into me , stretching my sphincter hugely. I felt my arousal growing as he butt fucked me. His hands gripped my waist and held me tight as he rammed his cock home. I was on the brink of orgasm when he came. I felt his hot seed fill me up. I couldn't quite come. He stopped too soon. Shit. "Thank you, Master." He sat me back on the toilet and let me dribble out his spend.
Chapter 23 - Wag the Tail
Then he put me back over the tub a third time and lubed me again. This got me even closer to coming. He inserted an inflatable plug into my asshole then blew it up with a bulb. He showed it to me. He also showed me a long flexible rubber tail. Then he screwed it onto the plug in my ass.
"Alex," he said, "today you are a puppy. This is your tail. You are not to make any human sounds. Pretend you are a helpless, curious puppy and you are anxious to please. When a puppy is happy, she wags her tail. Wag yours for me now."
I shook my ass and I felt the tail wag back and forth. I smiled.
'"Great job. remember that."
He led me back into the bedroom. He got the bag and opened it. He put knee pads on me and had me kneel. He fastened my ankle chain to the back of my belt and unlocked my hands.
He put thick gloves on my hands. The fingers were stitched together. I couldn't grasp anything. He said, "these are your paws. You will crawl on all fours today. He put the leash on my nose ring and led me to the kitchen. I didn't get to help with breakfast.
He tethered my nose ring to a low wall ring using a short chain. I would be able to reach my food bowl, thank God. I was starved.
He set a bowl of water and a bowl with scrambled eggs and ham. He slid the water under my head, but waited on the food. I turned my head to look at him.
He said, “Is my good girl hungry. Would she like some food?”
I thought about what he had told me. I whined and wagged my tail.
Master said, good girl and slid the bowl under my head. I kept my tail wagging as I ate. There was no way I could keep the bell or my nose ring out of the food. I gave up. When I finished, both were coated with food. I lapped up some water. Master removed both bows and gave me a new bowl filled with juice. I wagged more. He said, “drink it all.” I did. It was quite good.
He cleaned up after breakfast, put the leash on my nose ring , and took me into the back yard. He had me practice puppy commands. I learned to 'roll over,' 'play dead,' 'Pee,' and more. The hardest for me was Pee. I had to get close to a tree and raise my leg high. High enough for those little chains to pull my labia lips open then squirt a few drops. Then I would go to another place and repeat. This was embarrassing. I guess it w
as another conditioning example of society.
He said, “I really like having you on a leash. The symbolism is fantastic and the lust I get when you obey is better. Now though, I'm going to use you electronic leash.”
“What? I never heard about that.”
“So,” he said, “it works like this. I set your controller to 'leash' then a distance, say, ten feet. If you stay within ten feet of me, nothing happens. If you get further away your collar beeps. If you get three feet further, thirteen feet, is gives a mild shock. Every three feet further gives a stronger shock. Stay within ten feet of me and you'll be fine. If you don't obey a command, I'll give you a shock. Let's try it.” He took the leash off my nose and pocketed it. He walked around.
I tried to follow him closely but I did not have much skill on all fours. I heard and felt the warning beep many times. As I improved I didn't hear it much. He walked to the house and through it. He went through the front door and I whined. I didn't want to play puppy in public.
He said, “Quiet girl and I'll walk slow. Remember, you are a curious, playful puppy. Don't think about anything but what a puppy would do.”
He led me to a tree and said, “Pee, girl.”
I looked around. No one, good. I raised a leg until I felt my pussy exposed and squirted a few drops on the tree. I lowered my leg and wagged my tail.
