by Sara Tyr
After several days, he decided it was “time for me to get some fresh air.” He picked up my leash and told me to follow. By this point, I did it without struggling. Why bother when the collar compelled me to yield no matter how hard I fought? He slid open the backyard door, and I peered out onto the green grass, my stomach drifting lower and lower.
I didn’t want to go out there.
Sure, the fences blocked off my neighbors’ view for the most part, but there was still a chance someone would notice. Maybe they’d hear Nick strange comments and decide to investigate. I didn’t want to take the chance, but it didn’t matter what I wanted, not anymore.
Nick walked me outside. Damp, the blades of grass rubbed against my palms, wrists, knees, and feet. I followed after my owner until he stopped me right in the middle of the yard. “Are you ready for some hardcore fetch?”
“Please, please don’t make me.” Now that we were outside, I could easily imagine people noticing. After days of nudity, I was almost used to the way Nick had complete access to my body. But other people? That thought sent shivers of terror burning down my torso. “Please, I’ve been good, right?”
Nick crouched down, bending his knees. He cocked his head to one side and answered, “You have been good.” I was about to sigh with relief until he continued, “But I don’t believe you, puppy girl. I think you’re still trying to figure out some way to get the collar off.”
Obviously, a convincing lie would have been ideal right then, but I couldn’t do it. Inhaling, I tried and came up blank. “Of course I want to get this thing off of me. I am not your dog,” I insisted. It felt good to finally say.
His lips curled up into a sad smile. He shook his head as though I should have made more progress by now. Nick unclasped my leash, wrapped up the strip of leather, and tucked it back into his pocket.
"Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I've kept you too cooped up. After all, puppy girls really like to get out and play.”By this point, I learned better than to argue. Whenever Nick decided to punish me or reward me, he made it happen. My words meant extremely little.
"Override: sit. Stay, girl.” He turned around and headed back inside.
While he was gone, I closed my eyes and tried to move. I gave it three attempts until I open my eyes again, sighed, and tried to relax. That had become my new routine. Whenever Nick left me alone, I tried several times to overcome the collar’s neural interface before I would give up to conserve my strength.
Besides, it was actually pretty nice to be back outside rather than cooped up in a house. I filled my lungs with air and felt the cool breeze against a naked skin. It'd been several days since I've been allowed to wear clothes. And even though I disliked the thought, the idea of being bound by fabric was starting to feel alien.
But don't get me wrong. I remain equally determined to get out of this situation. No amount of training could ever convince me that I belonged at Nick’s feet. In fact, I routinely fantasized about different kinds of revenge. My favorite probably had him collared, leashed, and humiliated.
I let my attention drift. Because the collar would allow me to move, I couldn't actually turn back and face my house (no matter what the documents I signed said, I wouldn’t think of this place as belonging to anyone but me). So instead, I looked out of the trees that surrounded my backyard. This really was a very nice place. The grass was lush and green. To my relief, I realized the fences were actually fairly high.
After a few minutes there, I noticed something. There was a gate. It didn't lead to the driveway, but rather seemed to connect into the field behind my house. When I first moved in, the real estate agent had told me there were trails throughout this neighborhood. They looped around with the local creek, not that I had ever had time to explore them. No, my busy work schedule always made sure that I never had time for that sort of thing.
"There's my good girl. There's my obedient little puppy," Nick chided me as he came back. But to my confusion, he didn't have anything with him. So why bother leaving at all? Maybe he had a phone call or something along those lines. In any case, I didn’t wish to humiliate myself by asking a question he would never answer.
"Today we’re going to start with some basic poses. Let’s start with something simple. Beg."
Poses. I hated the poses. He had me sit and crawl and set up in varying positions, each one difficult and precise. Honestly, they seemed like something a girl in a beauty pageant should have to do. But Nick enjoyed controlling me, and training me to obey his every command with this sort of precision must have entertained him tremendously.
I assume that the begging position. Back straight, knees spread, hands up, wrists relaxed. For good measure, I whimpered and put on my best sad puppy face. I did this preemptively so that Nick didn't get the chance to make me. Somehow that felt a little bit better.
"Good girl. Now shake," he told me. This time I pressed one hand against the ground and raised the other. He shook my hand and made it look as though this were some kind of achievement on my part. Then again he wanted to think of me and the dog so suppose it must've been.
No, that wasn't true. The true achievement came from taking a powerful woman with her own company and reducing her to this.
"Not bad," he said. "Back straight. Straighter.” In spite of myself, I did my best to comply. So far, Nick had avoided some of the more serious punishments. Yes, he occasionally spanked or made me sleep on the floor in my own bedroom, yet I always knew could be so much worse.
"Such a good little puppy girl," he told me. "But I know that deep down you still think about being a naughty girl. You probably think about slipping your leash all the time and running wild. But you're not a wild girl anymore. Now you belong with me, at my feet, and guess what? That is exactly where you're going to stay." He smiled at me and bobbed his head right before he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a set of leather straps.
They were too small to be a harness or to even fit around my torso, so I didn't exactly understand what they were for. "What is that?" I asked, refusing to let him cow me completely.
"Let's just say this will make sure you remember your place at all times," he told me right before he said the next three syllables that I hated more than any other. “Override: open your mouth." The collar peeped again and my jaw fell open. Nick took the muzzle and slipped it over my head. A round ball was pushed between my teeth, blocking out my ability to speak completely. It was big and with the little lock at the base of my skull, I had no chance of getting it off, with or without the collar.
"Sorry, puppy girl. But I need to make sure that you don't bite." For a second, I didn't understand, not until he reattached my leash and pulled. He was walking me straight for the gate that led to the trail behind my house.
He was going to do it. Nick and realized that he couldn't simply tame me the confines of my own house, so he was taking me for a walk. No, no way! I started to jerk away, determined to fight him at every step now. This was simply too much. There was no way he would show me off. I mean, what if someone saw me?
"Override: walk with me like a good doggie girl." I growled and shouted into the muzzle. Sure, Nick could have simply ordered me to remain silent but this was so much more embarrassing. Leashed, muzzled, and forced to crawl on my hands and knees as though I were some pet.
Nick made it to the gate, and he unlatched it for me. "Go ahead, doggie girl."
I crawled ahead of him and onto the path. Torn between the desire to hide my face is much as possible and the need to know what or who might be around, I didn't know if I should look around or stare at the ground. Doing my best to remain strong, I forced myself to keep my head held high.
My body relaxed a tiny bit when I realized there was no one around. The trail stretched up ahead, curling along with the creek. But just like with my house, fences surrounded the other homes. Unless someone decided to go for a walk or jog or a bike ride, I might be okay.
Part of me wished I'd spend more time exploring the trails
, that way I would have some idea of how likely it would be for my neighbors to come out here and enjoy the sunshine.
He walked me along the path for quite some time, maybe ten or twenty minutes. The whole way, I could feel my heart pounding with desperation. I kept glancing at the other houses, doing my best to will them not to come out here. What would they say? What would Nick tell them? Would he say I liked this? With just a few words, he could make me bob my head and go along with whatever he decided.
We came to a small clearing. The ground was soft and loose here. Plus there was a bench for my owner to use. He sat down and pulled something else from his pocket. A ball. I stifled a groan. Of all the games and training exercises he forced me to endure, I hated fetch the most. It was simple, but the way he threw that ball, it could be extremely difficult.
I shook my head. I did it defiantly because I couldn’t bring myself to chase after that rubber ball, not out here, not like this. But Nick didn’t care. He unhooked my leash and tossed it for me to run after.
“Twenty seconds,” he told me.
Frustration brimmed within my chest, squeezing my pulse until it felt as though I couldn’t hear anything but the blood pumping in my ears. At moments like this, I could barely contain myself, especially when faced with a man who had both the desire and ability to completely control me.
Hating myself for it, I scampered after the ball, rushing along the ground even as I saw it bounce, then roll away. In the back of my mind, I could hear Nick as he counted. If I took longer than twenty seconds, I would be punished. There was no question about it.
I got to the ball with maybe eleven seconds to spare. Leaning down, I wrapped my mouth around the rubber, snatched it up, and rushed back to Nick. “Good girl,” he said and scratched me just beneath my chin. “Four seconds left,” he told me. “So let’s try that again. Fifteen seconds this time.”
Because I couldn’t protest with anything more than a harsh glower, I spun back around and dashed after the ball. I got it while it was still rolling, spun back, and rushed back to my owner. Dropping it at his feet, I looked up with a plaintive expression, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would show me a little bit of mercy.
“Just think. When you’re so focused on the ball, anyone could see you,” he told me. Then he pointed out the different houses. Right then, I couldn’t spot anyone, but what he said was true. Someone might just walk by or look over their back fence, and they’d find me like this. I imagined some of my older neighbors. Maybe they’d call the cops. Maybe they’d take pictures. In any case, my humiliation would reach new levels of shame.
“Now, would you like me to take you back home so you can curl up in your basket and take a nice puppy nap?” he said, and right away I bowed my head frantically, nodding so that he would possibly be kind. Sometimes he granted me a bit of leeway if I degraded myself first. That was all a part of the game.
“Alright. We can head home, but first you’re going to have to earn it.” I licked my lips, thinking he was going to make me service him right there. Instead, he had something much worse planned for him.
Nick pulled out a small plastic cup. Sealed, it contained several crackers. “Head up,” he ordered, and I complied right away. I lifted my chin, straightened my back, and spread my knees the way he had taught me. This was another one of the poses he forced me to learn.
Nick opened the cup and took out a cookie. “Keep this on your nose. Do that, and I’ll leash you and walk you right back. In fact, if you’re really good, I’ll even let you watch TV with me on my lap. You could use a nice petting, I think.”
The urge to glare burned through me, but I held it back and concentrated on the small cookie. About the size of a quarter, it smelled of graham cracker. Nick placed it right there on the tip of my nose. I didn’t know how long I would have to keep it there, so I tensed up and did my best to remain as motionless and rigid as possible.
For several seconds, I held the position perfectly. “Tell me, do you need a bath?” he wanted to know. “Are you a clean puppy?” At first, I didn’t understand what he meant, but then he glanced over at the creek, and I figured out what he meant. If I didn’t do this right, then he would make me run down into the water. Maybe I’d splash about. Maybe I’d attract the wrong kind of attention.
“If you’re a dirty puppy, you’ll drop the cookie,” he told me. “And then I’ll have to give you a bath. Or maybe you can do that all on your own.” He grinned at me and nodded along. As much as I wanted to resist and insist that I didn’t need to be cleaned, I couldn’t communicate that at all. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Even growling from the base of my throat would have been a mistake because it might have meant breaking my concentration and twitching at the wrong time.
Even with that threat, I managed to maintain my sense of balance. I didn’t move or jerk the wrong way.
But it apparently my concentration and determination weren’t enough for him. Nick opted to make this a little more fun. He sat down behind me and placed his palms on my breasts. He didn’t push me or pull me hard enough to knock me off balance, but just his proximity sent shivers of desire pulsating through my nerves.
He stroked me and teased me. He played with my breasts until my nipples hardened into sensitive little beads. After several more seconds of this, he gave both nipples a little pinch, just enough to send a jolt speeding through my skin. I tried to focus on other things like my breathing or the feel of the air along my naked skin, but that only lasted for a short while. Before long, my yearning reared its head again, forcing me to think of the way he could touch and tease me.
Nick ceased playing with my left breast and let his hand drift lower. Immediately, I guessed where those fingers were headed, not that there was anything I could do about it. Nick gently caressed my lips, and more than anything, I wanted to slam my knees back together. Of course, I couldn’t, not if I wanted to keep the stupid cookie perched on the tip of my nose.
My blood pressure rose at this new indignity. But even more demeaning, I had to try to control my own desires. The yearning for his touch simmered through my nervous system in waves. He was teasing me, gauging my reactions and studying the best ways to torment me. Sure, he could have spanked me or brought along a crop and whipped my back with the exact same command.
But pain I could have done. That’s the thing about pleasure. I wanted to give in. I wanted to let him stroke me and simply embrace the rush of delight. But as his other hand worked its way down to my pussy, I had to bite down and concentrate on anything else. I tried to stare at a blue jay. I tried to focus on the way the tree to my left swayed. But his constant, teasing, probing fingers were just too much.
Starting to shiver and shake, I redoubled my efforts. More than the longing to maintain my dignity, Nick had given me something else entirely. This challenge could be my chance to defy him, beat him by his own rules. The last couple of days, I had been demeaned and humiliated in ways I never imagined possible. Simply being taken for a walk like a dog, and animal, burned at my vanity.
Except now I could beat him. If only I could hold out for a little while longer, then he would see my strength. Nick would know that he wasn't going to domesticate me. I would never yield to the collar or leash.
But his fingers felt so good. First he stroked me with justice pointer. He dipped his fingers down between my lips and found my clit. Hot and moist, I didn’t realize just how ready I was for any kind of attention. He took advantage, caressing and massaging my clitoris as my circulation started to drift lower.
"Such a good puppy girl. Such a good little dog. My pet, my property." Nick cooed on and on as he forced me to enjoy this new dimension of belonging to him. As my chest rose and fell with gulps of cool air, I did my best to simply zone out. If I could attain some sort of Zen state, then maybe I would be able to ignore the tendrils of pleasure sliding through my consciousness.
Of course, Nick made this so much more difficult. He kept drawing me back to reality, daring me to lo
ok back at him or shake my head. With the muzzle trapping my lips, I obviously cannot speak or communicate in any other way. Before this all happened, a few words from me could have had him fired. Now he took even that away from me.
"You like this. You can lie about it all you want, but I can tell that you like being on display for me. You enjoy knowing that you're an owner right here will take very good care of you. I will protect you and I will feed you and I will train you. When you miss behave, I will punish you, and it might hurt for a little while, but you'll like it because it will remind you how you belong to me."
I shut my eyes, hoping that might make it easier to concentrate on simply remaining still. But as Nick talk to me, I could feel that same pre-orgasm warmth gather between my thighs. If only I could jerk my knees back together or shake my head, then it felt as though the world would right itself somehow. That was absurd, obviously, except right then it was all I had. His fingers sped up and my eyelids jerked back up.
"I'm going to make you come right here. Right not to moan.” He dropped his voice to a whisper as though he was about to share some secret with me. “You wouldn't want the neighbors to notice."
Tightening my lips around the muzzle’s bit, I glowered back at him with all of the ferocity I could manage. In response, he pinched my nipple and sped his finger along my clitoris. The mix of pleasure and discomfort seared my interior as I started to come and my body clenched up.
The rush of pleasure knocked me down onto my side and the cookie went tumbling down onto the ground. I held the position for a minute or two, but it wasn't good enough, not for my Master, a man who could rewrite any of the rules whenever he wished.
I laid there on the ground while Nick sat over me. Like a good owner, he started to pet me.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re just a puppy, but we’ll work on that trick.”
I turned my head to face him. I murmured something pathetically, but of course he wouldn’t be able to understand through the muzzle he forced me to wear. Nick let me lay there for a minute or two before he nudged my buttock and told me to get up.