by Sara Tyr
“What are you doing?”
“These are for your training,” he told her. “So far, we’ve had a lot of fun, but we really need to get you ready. I want you brought to heel as soon as possible.” He made it sound like they had to get her ready for some standardized test.
In another few seconds, he pulled the second glove over her free leg. Her heel was pulled up against the back of her thigh. She strained to get her heel all the way back. He slid the zipper up to the top, locking her leg in the fully backed position.
“What are you doing?” she asked, scared of how this would work. He had two gloves left. Cale picked one up, pushed her forearm against her shoulder and slipped her elbow down into the third leather restraint. He pulled the sides together and zipped them together, locking her arm into that position.
“I’m getting you ready, silly puppy.”
“Why do you keep calling me a puppy?” He teased her about being a pet before. This sounded worse. It sounded serious in a way she didn’t like. It was as if he really meant it.
“Because I’m going to teach you what it means to be a pet. You’re going to run around on your elbows and knees from now on. Little by little, I’m going to teach you how to behave.”
“I’m not going to let you,” she said and tried to pull her only free arm away.
Cale grinned at her, grabbed her arm and forced it down. She tried to smack him with her already bound arm, but she only stretched the leather a tiny bit. She couldn’t do anything more as her arm limply fought and swung back and forth like a chicken wing.
He pulled the last glove over her elbow, zipped it into place, and locked her limb in place. Again, she couldn’t break free. He pushed a latch down and hooked it down, ensuring she couldn’t get it off.
“Alright,” he said and hopped to his feet.
Alyssa rolled off her back, determined to get up. With her arms zipped up to her shoulders, she couldn’t stand. Her legs were equally bound in place. She forced her up after a couple wobbly seconds and made it onto her knees. When she eventually got up, she felt an odd sense of victory until she saw what Cale had in his hands now.
“No!”
“Silly girl, you don’t get a choice. You’re my bitch now, and good little puppy girls wear leashes.” Before she could scramble away and out of reach, he leaned down and hooked the end of the leash to her collar.
Alyssa wanted to run away. Even if she had to crawl, she longed to get away from him except Cale started to walk back across the room. The slack in the cord leading from his hand to her neck went taut, and she had to follow or get choked.
Cale pulled harder, yanking so the leather bit into her flesh. At the same time, she heard the bell jingle, which added another level of humiliation.
Forced to follow, she scampered after him, crawling on her knees and elbows. At first, her stomach rubbed against the carpet. He pulled her all the way across the room.
“Alright, you had me crawl. Can you let me up now?”
“Nope. You’re going to stay in those until you learn to crawl everywhere, just like a puppy.” He kneeled down long enough to rub her sides, her breasts, and her neck. He stroked her like a doggie who did a good trick. Then he gripped the leash once more and headed back to the table on the opposite side of the room.
Again, Alyssa had to crawl across the carpet. This time, he tugged a couple times. Growling, frustrated, she had to speed up, working her elbows and knees to cross the room and get back to the table.
Cale leaned down and petted her on the head. She thought those patronizing treats were bad. Each time he petted her, he acted just like an owner who wanted to play with his pet girl.
Now he picked up the leathered loop at the end of the leash, held it up for her to see, pulled it up against the wall, and slipped it over a hook bolted to the wall. There weren’t any locks or latches, no hinges or anything else to bind it. Simple gravity kept the end of the leash down and against the wall.
“Stay here,” he said and headed back for the door. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long.”
“What?” she spun around and scampered about five feet before she ran out of slack. The wall jerked her back and she couldn’t go any farther. “You can’t leave me here! Not like this!” She hated the idea of being stuck in place, trapped by a leash. This is how people dealt with their dogs, but she wasn’t his bitch, no matter what he said.
He opened the door and disappeared from the room. The door swung closed again, leaving Alyssa trapped on her stomach. She sat up as much as she could and glanced around. There weren’t any windows, just the one door, and no other furniture.
On her knees now, she couldn’t see over the top of the table, but she knew what was there. It was flat, padded with a thin layer of cotton, and equipped with four straps. She woke up there and hoped to never end up there again.
Turning back to the hook on the wall, Alyssa worked to find some way to get the leash off. If she could, then perhaps she could sneak out. Of course, the door had a knob. And right then, her hands remained poised by her shoulders, her fingers stuffed into the leather. Completely useless.
Alyssa tried to hop up and down. That didn’t do anything but make her feel like an idiot. Blush covered her cheeks when she tried again since the door opened and her captor got to see her land on her knees and elbows again. She tried to look dignified but failed.
Her eyes widened when she realized what he was holding. He had it clutched between both hands. Blue and plastic, the bowl was round and low.
A water bowl.
“After crawling around so much, I’m thinking you must be thirsty.” He sauntered back over and placed the bowl in front of her.
“No.” She sounded determined, firm, and completely definitive. Alyssa managed to declare that solitary word like something divine. The universe would agree with her.
It was a shame Cale wouldn’t. He patted her on the head, kneeled to look her in the eye, and said, “You don’t get to say no anymore. If you’re a good puppy, you’ll get treats. Until then, I’m going to discipline you. So now, you’re going to stick your face in this bowl and lap up the water.”
Alyssa tried to stare him down. The smirk on his face broke her concentration, and she had to look away. He could watch her like an owner. This wasn’t a game for him. It wasn’t some trick or gag. He really meant it, and something broke inside of her whenever she saw that look. So she turned her face down to the carpet. Her eyes lit on the bowl, but she didn’t lower her neck or open her mouth.
“Shame,” Cale said, sat down, feet braced beneath him. He pulled her leash and dragged her across his lap. Stomach down, she tried to push herself up, but with only her elbows and knees for leverage, she couldn’t get off of him. He placed on hand at the small of her back and trapped her. It was so easy, so pathetic.
Unable to scoot away, she shut her eyes right as the first blow landed on her butt. A clap of sound boomed through her ears. She felt her face turn an even brighter shade of crimson. The heat flooded her cheeks, her neck, every inch of skin.
“You’re going to be a good puppy.”
“Screw you!” she shouted back at him. She sucked in a new gulp of air to shout something else, but his hand came down and cut off her shout. She tried to regroup, to get the oxygen to try again, except his hand struck her again. He spanked her like a naught pup. Pain flared through her body, bursting through each nerve. It shouldn’t have been so bad except the humiliation tinged with each sensation, heightening them by another ten degrees. Alyssa fought to get off, but each time she managed to push herself back up and got her stomach an inch off the ground, he shoved her back down.
“Please stop!”
“Who’s a good puppy?”
“I am!” she cried out, face red. Tears clogged her eyes and distorted the room around her. She shut her eyes and tried to get another lungful of air before his hand came down again. Clap, clap, clap, the smacks continued. They rained down on her and made her want to cry. No, it was m
ore than that. They made her want to yield. If she could say the right things or degrade herself in the right way, then he might stop.
“Please!” she repeated. “I’m your pet! I’ll do whatever you want! I’m your slave, your property! I’ll be good! I swear, please just stop!” He struck again. Her bottom was bright red now, covered in hand-shaped welts. She tried to wiggle off, but again he locked her down.
“Bark for me.”
“What?” Her brain couldn’t process his order. There was no way he wanted her to bark for him. He couldn’t be serious. No! Just no! She heard him wrong, but then his hand came down on her again. Another burst of pain shot through her body, up her spine, and exploded in her head. She was almost crying now, nearly insane between being spanked and stripped and forced onto his lap like this.
Alyssa kept expecting for this to be a dream. At some point, she’d scream out and wake up, shooting up from her bed to find that no one kidnapped her, no one humiliated and degraded her like this.
His hand came down again.
Alyssa surrendered. She dropped all pretense of being a college girl who got to plan her future or decide her fate. Collared and leashed, spanked on this guy’s lap, she had no choice, so she did it.
“Arf! Arf!”
Her butt continued to buzz from the heat and raw nerves from those spankings. That’s why she yelped when his hand came down again. This time his digits slipped beneath her panties to pet and tease her. Already sensitive, she yelped out only to be forced down again.
“See, you barked for me. You’re a puppy girl now. Little by little, you’re going to give in. You’re going to learn what it means to be a pet for me. You can fight it and struggle all you like, but in the end, you’ll still be on the floor, leashed, and begging for a treat.”
Alyssa wanted to counter. She wanted to come up with some compelling reason for how he wouldn’t win. She wouldn’t let him. Her will couldn’t be broken, but her but was still faced up and exposed. With only a thin layer of silk to protect her, she didn’t want to risk getting another spanking.
A shiver ran through her system at the realization. He spanked her for what, a minute? Maybe two? He hit her only a few times, and even then it wasn’t like he really smacked her around. That wasn’t a real beating, but she broke in a matter of seconds and barked for him? Alyssa didn’t want to believe it. She kept trying to come up with some reason, some excuse for how easy it had been. Only Alyssa couldn’t find a real rationale.
So it had be because she was weaker or he was smarter, neither of which sounded right to her.
“Again,” he said, pulling her back from reality. Cale had allowed her to drift through her own thought process, probably because he wanted her to realize how powerless she had become. He wanted her to understand her place in the world now, and such realizations had to come a little at a time.
Throughout her life, Alyssa had been give choices. She had been told she determined her future, but now, what if it wasn’t true? How long could he keep her like this? Her eyes watered at the thought. She remembered her friends, her roommate, and all of the things she wanted to do. But now what? Now she was going to be his puppy?
No. She had to fight him, but not yet. Alyssa reinforced her defiance. She locked down on her sense of dignity and strength. She was not going to give in, no matter what it took. Since she wanted to get away, she had to play along, at least for now. If she kept throwing herself against her Master, then he would simply punish her until she really did crack and break into his adoring pet.
So she complied. She gave in again and barked for him.
“Arf! Arf!”
“Good girl,” he said and continued to pet her. Only now he reached around her torso and cupped her breast. At once, her body defied everything Alyssa wished to be and answered his touch. Her nipples hardened and she felt herself grow damp again, just a little bit, but it was plenty to remind her how some part of her enjoyed this. She resisted that part. She wouldn’t give in, no matter how delicious his touch might feel.
“Back on the floor,” he said and smacked her bottom again.
Alyssa rolled off him. For a second, she was on her back again, legs up, elbows splayed apart, with her breasts and tummy exposed. She really felt like a puppy, but then she bit down, growled at herself for giving in, even a little, and got back to her upright position.
The puppy girl limbed back onto her elbows and knees. She stretched her neck to look up at him as he stood over her. He leaned down once more to scratch behind her ear. Despite herself, she purred. It shouldn’t have felt so damn good, but it did. Each twitch of his finger sent another pulse of excited pleasure through her body even though he was treating her like a bound animal.
Cale took up her leash and pulled her back toward the bowl of water.
This time she didn’t fight or resist. Her butt cheeks still stung from her punishment, and she didn’t want to face his palms again.
So she bowed her head into the water, puckered her lips, and started to sip from the surface. The water was cool and delicious. She hadn’t realized how thirsty she was, so now she savored each drop, knowing it might be some time before she got another chance. With her eyes closed again, she tried to pretend this was some mountain stream. Imagining anything else was difficult though, especially when each swallow of water pressed against her collar, itself a reminder of what Cale had done to her already.
Smack.
Alyssa almost fell face first into the bowl, except she managed to dig her elbows into the carpet. Her chin dunked into the water anyway, and she had stray drops sliding down her chin when she spun around to confront her owner.
“What was that for?” she asked, her voice filled with more whining than genuine anger. Her bottom smarted from the blow, and she was terrified of getting pulled back into his lap, but she wouldn’t admit it.
“Puppies don’t have lips, do they?”
“No, Master,” she said with a little whimper before going back to her bowl. For a couple heartbeats, she looked down at the little pool. The surface had already settled again, and she considered what she was about to do.
Each time she gave in to his demands, she offered up a part of herself. It hadn’t been long, yet she kept giving up. And now she had to do it again. Alyssa didn’t have the luxury of defying him, not again, not anymore.
So she bowed her head and lapped up the water, dipping her tongue down and scooping up as many drops as she could. She sucked them up, working her mouth against the water as she drank and drank.
“Such a good girl. So obedient. Puppy girls know their place is at their masters’ feet and they do their best to behave. Isn’t that right?” he said, stroking her hair and running his hand down her back. As much as she loathed to admit it, his touch felt good. It comforted her even though he was the one who humiliated and demeaned her in the first place.
Alyssa couldn’t answer and hoped his question was rhetorical. Hiding her face in the water bowl, she kept lapping up the water.
“Enough,” he decided a few seconds later. “I think you deserve another treat. What do you think?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. No matter how good an orgasm from his touch might have felt, Alyssa refused to be used. He didn’t want to make her feel good. He teased her with pleasure, molded her with climaxes. So no, she wasn’t going to give in so easily. “Please don’t. Look, I’ve done what you wanted, haven’t I?”
“Exactly, puppy girl. And that’s why you’re getting a treat. C’mon.”
Cale pulled her back across the room. She crawled after him, careful to keep the leash slack between them which meant she had to almost run to stay at his side. Moving on her knees and elbows was so much more awkward and took way more energy, but then she figured that’s the way he liked it. He could stroll across her universe like a god while she had to pant for any chance of catching up.
He halted near the table where she first woke up. “On your back, puppy girl.”
Cale�
�s pet glared at him for a second before yielding. She rolled over and stared back at him from between her legs. Her Master sat down beside her, bracing his weight on one side as he reached between her legs again.
He whispered now, a touch of teasing in each word, “Your panties are still wet.”
“Yes, Master,” answered Alyssa, confident he wanted some response. It must have been more fun for him when she talked back. When she answered, he got to hear the aggravation and anger in her voice. He got to watch the independent young woman flag and flail for power again only to be reminded of the collar around her neck.
“That must not be very comfortable.” He stroked her, light touches, each graze of his fingertips against her most vulnerable and sensitive bits. She felt the warmth of his fingers, their strength, and each pass made her quiver a little more. Only it wasn’t the frenzied torture from before. This was soft and relaxing, and it only took seconds for her to fall into an aroused haze.
“No, Master,” she said without thinking. He had her too relaxed and far too complacent. She spoke automatically and regretted it instantly.
“Let’s get them off you then,” he said. Her eyes snapped open again, and she saw he already had the scissors out again. Within barely a snip, he shredded her panties and pulled them off. Now she was naked, wearing only a collar and leash. “There. Isn’t that better? Now you’re dressed just like a real puppy.”
Eyes down, she answered the way he wanted, “Yes, Master.”
“Such a good puppy girl,” he said and patted her on the head. She looked up at him again and glared once more, which only made him laugh at her impotent anger. She could fume and huff as much as she wanted because he knew her buttons and could switch her brain into aroused excitement with just a few strokes.
That’s what he did now.
Cale slipped his finger into her pussy and started to work her up again. Before, the thin layer of silk had protected her from his skill. Now she was bare, open and vulnerable.