“That would have been a one-sided marriage,” she thought miserably. “Why did I spend so much time trying to make that work?” She suddenly realized why she had kept putting off setting a date; she really hadn’t loved Norman. Once she found out he definitely didn’t want children, “that’s when things changed,” she thought.
She thought about how Master Robert treated her as an employee and compared that to how Norman had treated her and concluded she was in a much better place now, in spite of the nature of the job. Rose started to laugh softly. “I went to college, and this is the job I was able to land!”
She was getting sleepy, so she got ready for bed. When she went into the bedroom, she was surprised to see her bed was turned down. “I swear there are elves working in this house!”
Rose found one of her old nightgowns and climbed into bed making a note to buy a couple of new nighties. “This one is pretty shabby,” she thought.
After only a couple of pages, she was fast asleep and the book fell on the floor.
Rose was suddenly awakened by the blanket being thrown off of her bed. Master Robert was standing over her and sternly asking, “What is this?”
She looked at his hand holding the hem of her nightgown. He looked almost angry and she jumped out of bed not knowing what she had done wrong.
“It’s my nightgown, Master.”
In his smooth tone he said, “I expected you to be ready for me. I even thought I might find you in my bed, but you were smart to go to your own room. Not so smart about this, though!” He accented the last part by tearing the nightgown right up the middle and leaving it hanging off her shoulders.
Rose involuntarily moved to cover herself; strictly a reaction to having her gown torn apart. Master Robert smiled, and Rose quickly recovered and dropped the offending cloth to the floor.
“Too late,” she thought. She was starting to catch the subtle changes in Master Robert’s glance and suddenly understood this ruse to ‘punish’ her. She also realized that figuring this out had made her wet for him!
“What can I do to make it up to my Master?”
“What would you suggest, my dear?”
“Oh no,’ she thought. “This is clearly a trap!” All she could do is beg for his mercy. She was pretty sure he already knew what he was going to do with her! “What would my Master like for me to do tonight?”
“Come,” was all he said, and she followed him to his room. She noted he had already showered and changed into a silk robe before he had come for her.
Over by the fireplace was a package of pink rubber folded on the bench. The label showed it to be a puppy suit of rubber, but this suit had different features from the plain rubber suit she had seen with Drew’s client. Rose’s heart sank. She truly hated the idea of being encased in rubber.
“Well, my pet, you seem to think you should ‘wear’ something to bed. Tonight I have just the thing for you.”
Rose grimly nodded.
The suit was very tight and she had trouble with it. As he helped her into the suit, she was retreating into her submissive role; Robert noted that someone in her past had caused her to submit before he met her.
The feet were tight and she could not move her toes, making her feel trapped. She found she was having trouble breathing once it was up to her waist. Master Robert slowed the progress of pulling it on her and she started to overcome the panicky feeling. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on focusing; “I want to please my Master. My Master wants me to play puppy tonight. I am my Master’s puppy.” He watched her rise above the panic and she began to relax just a little.
She noticed the opening between her legs. The suit also left her buttocks and breasts exposed. The holes in the front were quite small, though, and pulling her breasts through made them bulge out. Her hands were then encased in fingerless mitts attached to the sleeves. There was a slit at the wrist to free the hands if her Master chose to allow it.
He showed her the puppy face piece that was to fit inside the hood on the suit. It had tiny holes for the eyes and straw-sized holes for the nose and a large round hole for the mouth. He saw the panic in her eyes at the sight of it. Although he knew she would wear it for him, having her in a panic was not conducive to his plans for the evening. He pulled the open-faced hood up over her head and zipped it down the back. He put the rubber mask back on the bench by the fire and showed her another puppy mask, Halloween style, and placed it on her face.
“There, now you are truly my pet. I wonder if you’ll be a good pet or if I’ll have to discipline you tonight.” He was speaking softly, smiling, and his hand was on the small of her back. She felt her muscles contract. His reference to spanking her made her react even before he laughed. “You aren’t going to be naughty, are you pet?”
He grabbed her nipples hard and she gasped. They were already quite sensitive and swelling, and he teased, “My pet is neglecting her babies.” He reached into his pockets and pulled out two toy puppies. He had taken the stuffed animals apart and inserted some strong plastic clothespins into the mouths for nipple clamps, and added some lead weights to the body before he’d sewn them back together. “Here you go, babies. Suck your mama’s teats.”
Rose was fascinated by them until they clamped onto her nipples. They were exceptionally tight and the weights added another dimension of pain. The pain of those clamps was magnified by the swelling, and for some reason she felt greater embarrassment because of the puppies! She shook her head to clear that thought away; all she said was, “Thank you, Master.”
“Now, my pet, why are you standing up like that? Are you begging for something?”
Not knowing how to answer, Rose dropped to her knees. He moved her knees apart with his foot, giving him full view. “Good dog.” Humiliation sank her deeper into her submission.
Master Robert then took the tail off the bench and wagged it in front of his pet. “You don’t seem to be all together, pet. Don’t you miss your tail?”
With a groan Rose answered, “Yes, Master.”
“Tell me how much you miss your tail.”
Rose didn’t know how she was going to convince him she wanted something she clearly did not want. “I am not complete without, my tail, Master.” He waited, so she added almost in a whisper, “Please, Master, give me my tail.”
“What do you want me to do with your tail?”
“Attach it to me, Master?”
“How?”
With a deep breath, head down, she begged, “Master, please put my tail into me.”
He answered, “Why, my dear dog, I’ll be happy to push it up your ass! And a very nice ass it is, pet. What will you do with it?”
“Wag it for you, Master?” The conversation was so bizarre she almost giggled.
“Let’s see what you can do to entertain your Master tonight, pet.” He lubed the anal plug on the end of the tail. He gave her a look and she turned on hands and knees to present her behind to her Master so he could insert her tail. He took his time and stroked her backside as he pushed it in slowly. It didn’t go easily; she found it difficult to relax, but she managed to take it in without making a sound. He didn’t think she was actually breathing.
“There now, precious, entertain me.”
Rose felt ridiculous, but the endearment ‘precious’ made her feel warm inside. She wagged her tail for her master, but he yawned. She pretended to chase her tail, the puppies attached to her teats swinging back and forth. He laughed and told her she was a “good girl.”
Then Master Robert patted her on the head, sat by the fire and picked up the newspaper to read. Rose squatted beside his chair wondering what to make of this action, or lack of it. As she sat there, panic threatened again. “Is he going to leave me like this? What am I supposed to be doing?” Her thoughts were not helping her to calm down and the more agitated she became, the more she squirmed. She roamed around on her hands and knees, puppies swinging, creating odd sensations in her body.
Master Robert was observi
ng her distress. He wondered what she would do and soon she started to nudge him with her paw. Lowering the paper he asked, “What do you need, dog?”
Encouraged, she put both paws on his knees. “Do you want to pee, dog?”
Stunned, Rose stopped cold. First, that wasn’t what she hoped; second, she now needed to pee! He laughed out loud reading clearly what just happened. “Well, dog, I think you can wait – and you’d better not pee on the rug!” She sat on her heels, not knowing what to do next. The strain of this experience was exhausting her, and so she lay down on her side to wait for her Master. “That’s a good dog.” She was now resigned to her place as his pet.
She rested for a few minutes mostly to calm herself from the panic rising again. Then she remembered how she got out of a bad situation the first time Master made her his pet. She rolled back onto her knees and put her paws on his knees. He pretended not to notice this time, so she moved his robe out of her way and gave her Master some doggie snuggles on his leg. She couldn’t see his face, but Master Robert was wearing a big grin. She got a little bolder and rubbed her way up his leg with her head. He sighed and she was encouraged. She pawed his balls and he moved just a bit to allow her better access. The clumsy rubber mitts and the mask prevented any real play, but it was getting her closer to the attention she needed.
He smiled at her and grabbed one of the puppies. “I think you have had enough of that teat,” and yanked it sharply off her nipple making Rose shriek in pain. Before she could breathe, he grabbed the other one and pulled it off; she shrieked again.
“Are you ready for me, pet, or will I have to apply the strap again?”
Rose wriggled between his legs, rubbed her body against his leg and pretended to climb up on him making, him laugh out loud.
“I may have to spank you just for the fun of it.” He rolled up the newspaper and cracked it across her backside. He laughed when she turned to present him with her behind for more of the same! Of course he was happy to accommodate her and redden her backside with the paper. At this point she needed the release of a good spanking.
He reached under her tail and checked, slipping his fingers into her. Involuntarily, she pushed back against his fingers. “Oh yes, you’re ready, pet, my good little bitch.”
She was not only ready and drippy, but throbbing in anticipation and wondering why being called a bitch felt so – good? Now deep into her submission, she thought, “I am my Master’s bitch,” and smiled behind her mask.
Doggie style, he entered her unceremoniously from behind. He flipped her tail up onto her back. She was so ready for him, and his entry felt so good. She didn’t just want him; she needed him to slide into her. She pushed back to take in more of him. As he rammed deep, then deeper, his body pounded against the anal plug. Rose was grunting with every thrust; so full of him and her tailpiece, and her suit felt so tight. The effect was dizzying. Her body tightened around him and she arched her back to get as much of him as she could. Master Robert grabbed her now enormously swollen nipple and pinched hard, rocking her to a screaming finish.
They fell over onto the floor, still wrapped together. He continued to hold her breasts. She could feel his chest heaving against her back. As they lay there, she felt so complete; so content to be her Master’s pet.
After a few minutes of holding her close and telling her what a good girl she was, Rose felt the zipper opening at her back. “How are you doing, pet?”
As the rubber suit opened she felt a chill with the change of air. She was so wet and hot inside it that she shivered, but her answer was, “Mmmm. Wonderful, Master.”
She peeked out from under the mask and he took it from her. Her face was radiant. He smiled and brushed her damp hair off her face. She felt the pressure of the anal plug as he pulled out her tail. Another new sensation! He helped her peel the suit off her body.
“Was that as hard to wear as you expected?”
“Yes, Master, at first it was very hard. I felt trapped and wanted nothing more than to escape.”
“You did well. You overcame your panic.” She was covered in sweat and her breasts were still swollen and red, and he told her, “You are a good little slut, my pet. I am so proud of you!”
She shivered again, this time in sheer delight to have pleased her Master.
“Thank you, Master!”
Chapter 5
The next morning Master Robert joined her for a walk on the beach. The air was quite crisp, the sun felt good and the smell of the sea was invigorating.
They were out for only a short while when he asked, “Rose, tell me about your fiancé.”
Surprised, she told him about how they had met in college. “He bumped into me, knocking all my books on the ground. I was irritated with him, especially since he didn’t bother to help me pick them up. He just stood there making jokes. He nearly bumped into me the next day, so I got suspicious. The third day I took a different route out of the building, and there he was again. I asked him if he was following me.”
Master Robert’s face was placid and she couldn’t really tell if he was asking just to make conversation. “So, did he finally stop making jokes and ask you out?”
“Yes. There was a Halloween party coming up and he wanted to go. He asked me two weeks before the party, and I wasn’t busy, so I went. On the way home, he pulled over to the side of the road to tell me this was just a one-time thing – we couldn’t get serious because he had to concentrate on his studies.” She smiled a little and continued, “We went out for the next few weeks at least one night a week and he continued to try to convince me that we couldn’t be serious.”
“How soon after that were you engaged?”
“Three months.”
Robert threw his head back and laughed loudly!
“That was the thing with Norman. It seems he looked at everything from the backside. Everything was negative, and looking back I think I spent most of my time trying to talk him into seeing the bright side of things.”
“Are you sorry your engagement ended?”
“No Sir, I am not! I was for a long time. I was also lonely and then homeless,” she added with a wry grin. “With time to think about how he treated me, I wonder what I saw in him.”
“How was that?”
“Well, not in an obvious way, but pretty much the way John Walters was treating his bride. I mean he didn’t leave me chore lists, but he never once lifted a finger to help out around the house. He wouldn’t even take the trash out. He said it was woman’s work. So was mowing the lawn. He would tell me, ‘I work hard all day and expect dinner on the table.’ Thing is, his work was accounting. He wasn’t swinging a hammer and climbing a ladder. He pushed a pencil. My own hours were longer than his, but it wasn’t worth debating.”
Robert nodded; he now had the answer as to why her submission came so easily.
“I think the reason I could never set the date, though, was that Norman didn’t want children.”
Robert looked at her face and saw the pain in that statement. After a moment he asked quietly, “What is the point of uniting if you don’t want children?” Rose just nodded.
They were almost back to the manor when he asked, “Do you have any other family?”
“No. I think there are more Perrys, but I never met my father’s family. Mother married her dear friend before I was born and I was raised as his daughter.”
“What about your mother’s family?”
“No one left. Well, I think not, anyway. Grandmother had one sister that left the family – they referred to her as “a fast girl” - and married a rich man. Not sure what happened to them, but the last I heard was that she died in WWII as an Army nurse.”
*****
Rose came up from the playroom one afternoon and found Drew on the terrace having a cup of coffee. It was a bright sunny day and she went out to join him.
“Hey, there! How did your session go with Pony Pete? Was he a good horse today?”
Rose smiled, “Fine. He is very
obedient. Frankly, Drew, I don’t really get the pony play, but if it makes him happy…” her voice trailed off. A cup of coffee seemed to miraculously appear before her.
“We don’t have to understand every kink. It can help, but it isn’t necessary.” He smiled with that boyish charm of his and changed the subject. “We haven’t really had any time to get to know one another.”
“No, we haven’t,” she agreed. “Have you and Master Robert known each other long?”
“Yup,” he chuckled, “a very long time. We met in high school. We were on the track team together and just hit it off. We soon found we both liked to play other games - the more daring the better!” Rose smiled, picturing the two facing off, but Drew continued. “One of the favorites was jumping off a bridge near home. Our mothers were wild when they found out!”
“Well, you can’t blame them!”
“We didn’t. We just stopped telling them what we were up to.” Drew chuckled again, remembering. “That’s when Rob’s father contacted his brother and we were sent to him for the summer between our junior and senior years. He’s the one who taught us karate and the importance of respect and discipline. He’s also the one who taught us about this business.”
Rose digested this piece of information, noting that respect was high on the list. That’s what she felt here, in spite of the ridiculous aspect of being naked half the time!
“Very contradictory,” she mused with a grin, “nudity and respect.”
Drew laughed out loud. “Can’t argue that point, but it is the basis of how it works.”
Changing the subject, she commented, “I haven’t even figured out where you live!”
Drew laughed. “I live in the lighthouse about half a mile down the shoreline, with my wife.” The look of astonishment on her face spoke volumes! Still laughing, he said, “Yes, Rose, I am married. Quite happily, too, I might add. My wife used to be my model for the videos and we hit it off.”
“Well that explains why you still do this job, but doesn’t she mind?”
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