by Sara Tyr
"We had a deal, little puppy girl. Since you couldn't do the trick, you're going to need a nice bath. Override: go play in the water." The caller activated once again, seizing control of my nervous system. I scampered back onto my hands and knees and darted down for the waterline. By this point, I had almost forgotten how it felt to walk or run. Realistically, I knew that when I moved on all fours I couldn't actually go very fast. A regular person might be able to out walk me if they really wanted to.
But for a minute or two, I tried not to think. Instead, I let the collar as well as some of my own most basic instincts take over.
What I had been on my haunches and trapped beneath that cookie, I did really worry about how cold the water would be. But when I splashed down, it wasn't so bad. I doggy paddled out to the middle of the creek and enjoyed this little bit of faux freedom.
With his hands on his hips, Nick watched me from the shallow shoreline. He really did look like an owner abused with his pet and what I was doing. I kicked and swam back and forth for several minutes until the caller seemed satisfied.
It released me from its electronic hold and I was allowed to crawl back onto solid ground. Nick was waiting for me with the leash. He reattached it and gave a little tug, saying something about how it was time to get home.
The walk back felt a lot longer, especially because this time I was dripping wet. For once, I was actually pulling on my leash, trying to get ahead of him. C’mon, c’mon, I kept thinking. Nick teased me about this, saying that only he got set the pace. After all, I was the animal. I was the pet.
When we did get back, Nick grabbed a big, fluffy towel and wiped me down. He got me dry, but he didn't take off the muzzle or the leash. Instead, he took me back to would've once been my bedroom. Now it belonged to him just like the rest of my house. We walked inside; my eyes immediately went to the big basket where he occasionally made me sleep.
If I was good or if I begged particularly well, he sometimes let me get on the furniture. Otherwise, I had to sleep on the floor or in the basket. It was embarrassing like almost nothing else especially at night when I had nothing else to think about or do.
Tonight, Nick patted the bed and told me to get on. "Are you horny puppy? Are you ready to be taken like my pet? Are you ready to service me?”
Part of me wanted to shake my head. But if you wanted me, then he was going to get me and I didn't get to argue. Maybe I started out as his boss but right then he really did own me. Besides, after the attention I got next to the creek, part of me wanted this.
Like a good girl, and obedient puppy, I climbed onto the bed and lifted my haunches to give him easy access. Nick was already hard and very ready. Having his former boss on display as his pet turned him on. He wanted me. He wanted to take me use me and have me and degrade me.
On my hands and knees, I bowed my head against the mattress. At the same time, I wondered how much longer I can hold out. Already I was spreading my legs for him. And even when I was in the creek, I stayed in there a little longer and was strictly necessary. Altogether, it really did seem as though some part of me had surrendered to him.
Biting down into the bit, I made myself that same old promise. I vowed again that he wasn't going to be able to train me.
Nick came up behind me. His cock slid right into my slit, and suddenly I couldn’t think about resisting or domestication anymore. He thrust himself forward, filling me up. My grip tightened on the sheets as I inhaled through my nostrils. Nick kept me muzzled as he came from behind, having me however he wanted. Even my leash remained attached. This might have been sex, but it wasn’t an exchange among equals. No, I remained his chattel, his enslaved little puppy girl.
With each movement, he entered a little deeper, thrusting down into my hot center. The pleasure started to shimmer through me. Hot, wet, and ready, I took him eagerly. My body was ready for him and longed for him, irrelevant of what I may have wished or chosen.
“You’re mine now,” he said, moving slowly. He gave me the chance to adjust to his girth, to let it fill me up. The heat of his member ignited something else inside of me, something hungry and primal. Damn it, he could make me want this. He could make me long for the feel of his body against mine as he entered me and possessed me in totality.
Nick pulled back and gave my rump a little slap. The sting burned through me, just one more reminder of who was in charge here.
Each and every movement pounded me with new friction, new heat, and the daunting sensation that he had me. It had only been a few days, but I could feel myself giving in. These orgasms bound me just as tightly as the collar or his command sequences. How much longer could I fight?
Clenching my eyes shut, I tried not to think about how humiliated I should have felt. He had turned me into his private sex toy, and yet I couldn’t fight back. So much worse, I didn’t even want to right then. Some part of me was starting to accept this. But no, no! I couldn’t allow that to happen.
No matter what, I had to keep fighting. I had to hold out because there would be some sort of glitch. No piece of technology could ever be perfect, so I just had to keep waiting. I growled into the muzzle, wishing I could fight back or tell him some of this, yet Nick had removed my ability to speak. He had turned me into a mewling lap dog as he took me. Thrusting deep inside of me, he made me pant. He made me eager.
Taking me like his dog, Nick made me yield.
Several more days passed, but each time he forced me to do a trick, crawl through what was once my house, beg, or eat from a bowl on the floor, I held onto those memories. I clung to the indignities because I couldn’t allow a little bit of time or a few orgasms to turn me into his pet. Nick wasn’t going to own me.
In all of that time, I kept searching for some way to get the collar off. To my dismay, I couldn’t find any flaws with the hardware or the software. It all seemed to go together so perfectly. Part of me had to wonder if Nick got help with the stupid thing, but then it didn’t really matter. I couldn’t think like his boss, not when I had to view the world from my hands and knees.
After breakfast, Nick attached my leash and led me back through the house. I thought we were going to stop in the front entertainment room, but instead he kept going for the front door! Panic set in immediately since I remembered how he originally threatened to take me out for a walk.
“Master, what’s going on?”
“I think you’re ready,” he told me.
“Ready for what?” I wanted to know even as I kept going. By this point, I was well trained enough that I didn’t even think of simply stopping. When I was alone or trying to sleep, I did my best to rationalize my obedience by thinking of how it wouldn’t have been worth it. He could always make me retrieve the ruler.
“Ready for a little demonstration,” he told me as I crawled back outside.
For once, the universe decided to be nice to me. The street was empty, and it seemed that it might stay like that. Nick walked me down to the car and opened the back door for me. Since first capturing me, he had made some modifications to his own vehicle. The back seat was caged off with wire meshing. Nick also had the foresight to include a harness that would keep me on my side.
I didn’t resist as he buckled me in, mostly because I didn’t know where we were headed. He strapped me into the seat and asked, “Do you need a muzzle?”
“No, Master,” I told him and meant it. He rarely had to use it on me. In part, that was because he liked to hear me bark on command. It was one of his favorite ways of reminding me who was in charge.
Nick started to drive. The harness locked me down on my stomach and knees with my arms bound beside my breasts. It was humiliating and a little uncomfortable, though I didn’t know if I should be hoping for a longer or shorter drive. The more distance we covered, the lower the chance I would encounter someone I knew.
If I strained against the nylon harness, I could peek out the window. If someone happened to glance in, they’d see my naked butt. Nick didn’t seem to object when I
glanced outside to see the businesses and cars and streets. I saw people who got to be people. Me, I had to act like his owned and well trained lap dog.
As we drove, I peeked through the glass several times. With each glance, I caught different sights and landmarks, and it wasn’t long before I could guess where we were headed. Hope kept me from struggling or really believing it.
Then there was Nick. He drove cautiously, perhaps aware of what might happen if a cop pulled us over, though again I remembered that he could simply prompt me to say that this was all voluntary. Why was I naked? Simple, I felt most comfortable this way. And the harness? Again, it was in my own best interest. The thought of being forced to explain myself and lie and cut off any chance of escape through law enforcement only made me want to grind my teeth together.
“You’re going to like this show, doggie girl. It’s going to be very good for you. Up until now, your training has come along nicely. I mean, I haven’t even had to punish you in quite some time. Isn’t that right?”
I hated it when he asked me questions because it invariably meant that I would have to respond, thus proving how far I had fallen. “Yes, Master. You haven’t had to punish me.” Part of me almost wished that I had been more defiant since that way I could at least console myself with the notion that he wasn’t breaking me.
When the collar first went on me, I had been so strong…
“Because you’re a good little doggie. Okay, so maybe you got confused at the beginning, but now you’ve learned your place. You’ve learned how to behave and be a good girl.” As he spoke, I found myself calculating driving time and distance. I couldn’t do it on the first trip since I had no idea what our destination would be, but this time I had an idea.
I mumbled to myself, hoping we wouldn’t turn right. If we turned right within the next few seconds, we would enter a parking garage. Hoping harder and harder, I tried to will Nick to continue driving.
We turned right.
He kept talking, teasing and mocking me. Every word served as another reminder of how far I had fallen and what he had done to me.
The light shifted as we drove underground. The downward slope pressed my cheek into the seat. Okay, so we were here, I thought, but that didn’t mean anyone would have to see me. After all, on that first day, Nick had me in a cage but he didn’t let anyone witness my collaring, nor did he allow anyone to see me naked.
Maybe he wanted something else.
Right then, I could only hope as the car came to a stop, he put it in park, and got out. He looped around the car and opened one of the backseat doors. In a matter of seconds, he released me from the harness and let me get back up onto my hands and knees.
“Now, remember to be a good puppy for me. Can you do that? Speak, girl, can you do that?”
“Arf! Arf!” I barked, skirting the difference between being loud enough to satisfy him but quiet enough so that no one else would hear me.
“Good girl!” he said and tousled my hair again. On this day, he had my pigtails up like those floppy ears from before. I hated it, but since I had suffered so many other humiliations, this one seemed a little more tolerable.
Nick attached my leash and gave a little tug. For a moment, I refused to move, braced there on my hands and knees. “Do I need to start spanking you again?” he asked, sounding more concerned than genuinely offended.
I shook my head, determined to make as little sound as possible. Because he could spank me or punish me or put me on display, I had to behave. I hated it, but I didn’t get any other choice. Moving on all fours, I climbed out of the car and allowed my owner to lead me back into the building.
Swallowing, I kept hoping no one would see me like this. We got into the lobby. It was empty. I sighed with relief as some of the tension left my body, but I still didn’t know what we were doing there.
Nick took me into the elevator. “Override: don’t tell anyone what’s happened to you. If anyone asks, you like being this way,” Nick commanded, blocking off any chance I would have of seeking help.
The elevator zoomed us up through the building. My heart pounded like a machine gun against my rib cage as I watched the floor numbers light up and move us higher and higher. Somehow, I kept thinking that maybe we would get off sooner, but that didn’t happen. On and on we went until the doors opened.
I expected to hear something. I expected the sounds of typing and conversation, people bustling around.
“It’s Saturday,” Nick explained to me. I blinked, realizing that he was right. Since I didn’t have access to my phone or any calendars, I must have simply lost track of the day. Bobbing my head up and down, I almost started to pant with excitement. That was so good to know! Relief surged through me and I practically leapt ahead.
Nick kept me on my short leash though. “But don’t worry. You won’t be alone for long,” he explained and tugged on the leash.
I crawled along the floor. This place felt so familiar and alien. I remembered picking out the décor and where everyone worked. I thought back to my favorite employees and the people I had planned on firing. But even as that familiarity settled down on me, it seemed completely different too.
When I used to come to this office, I was in charge. I owned this place in every way, and now I had been leashed and forced to move around on all fours like an animal. Seeing this space from waist height just felt so strange. It made me want to fight harder, but not here. Here, I had to behave.
As we moved between the banks of cubicles, I realized something. So long as Nick didn’t let anyone else see me, then I would have a good chance at escaping. Rather than speak, I followed along and realized something else. This office had a lot of engineering equipment. Maybe I could find some tools to get the collar off!
Doing my best to look docile and obedient, I followed Nick through the office until we got to the conference room. “Now,” he said, “you’re going to be a good girl for me today. You’re going to do everything you’re told because if you don’t, you’re going to be in a lot of trouble. Isn’t that right?”
“Arf! Arf!” I barked back, nodding enthusiastically. He chose a day when no one would be around. This was the best news I had heard in a long time, so I had to behave. I didn’t want to risk offending the man who held the end of my leash.
“On the chair. Then on the table,” he ordered, and I obeyed instantly, climbing onto the chair then the conference table. It was big, heavy wood, plenty sturdy to hold my light weight.
He wasn’t done though. Nick ordered, “Override: don’t move.” Immediately, my muscles froze up. Then he pulled out a blindfold from his pocket and put it around my head. The world went dark and I heard him open the door.
“Arf?” I barked again, hoping he might give me some hint or clue about what he had planned for me. Where was this going? I felt my skin start to prickle with heat. I felt embarrassed and ashamed, positioned there naked on my hands and knees. This used to be a room where I could feel strong and powerful. Now? Now I just felt like a pet.
The door opened again, and I heard footsteps. The carpet shifted beneath several feet, and I kept thinking it was Nick. He was messing with me, but then I heard one, two, three of the chairs get pulled out. People were sitting down. How many? Who? Although the collar effectively paralyzed me, I couldn’t help but wonder.
Nick’s low voice came back against my ear, “You can move again, but be a good girl. We’ve practiced all of your moves. So now you’re going to show all of these nice people that you can behave yourself.”
He pulled away the blindfold. I blinked, readjusting to the overhead light. The second my pupils normalized, I gulped in fear because there were people all around me. For one slivered second, I considered simply shutting my eyes except Nick stood by the door with his arms over his chest. He wore a triumphant smirk. We must have come to the same conclusion.
If no one saw my humiliation, then escape meant a return to my normal life. But if he advertised my helpless degradation, then he could keep m
e as long as he wanted.
“Hello everyone. This is Jane, new and improved,” he told the assembled employees. Once upon a time, they all worked for me, but that was before Nick had collared and trained me. Even now, I couldn’t bring myself to move. Prone, I remained on my hands and knees and tried to block out the sound of his voice even as my heart and stomach sank into pathetic despair.
Nick kept going. “This woman has caused many of you lots of trouble. Justin, she liked to make you get her coffee two or three times. Alex, how many times did she tell our clients one of her mistakes was her fault? Let’s face it, we needed a new boss. And that’s me.”
What? I didn’t ask the question, yet my head perked up and my eyes widened. More than one of the people seated around the conference table smirked or nodded like they enjoyed my discomfiture.
“That’s right. On the first day of training, Jane here was kind enough to sign over complete control of her company to me. It’s now mine. And she works for me. Of course, I’m not sure I’ll be able to put ‘pet’ on her tax return, but I’m sure I can discuss it with an IRS agent in time.”
My company. He had me sign so many papers, and of course I didn’t get to read them so it was perfectly possible. “But don’t worry about her,” Nick continued. He pushed off against the wall and started to circle the room. In spite of myself, I started to follow him with my eyes. I couldn’t take my focus away from the man who had reduced me to the status of an animal.
“But don’t worry. I have custody of her now. Legally, she belongs to me in every conceivable way. That’s why she’s going to remain collared. But folks, I understand that it can be a bit daunting to have a new boss, so I wanted to give you a little demonstration. This is what I’ve accomplished on my own, but there’s so much more we can do if we work together. So let’s get started.”