by Sara Tyr
Without meaning too, she spread her legs for him, exposing herself even as he pushed deeper inside of her. He worked his fingers back and forth, up and down, from side to side in the gentle motions her body craved.
Only he maintained the same control and discipline as before. He didn’t let her get to a climax. She had no release, not until he wanted her to, and that moment hadn’t come now.
“Who’s my good puppy?”
“I am, Master!”
“Bark for me.”
“Arf!” she panted, “Arf! Arf!” Anyone from the real world would have seen her and chuckled about how silly she sounded. She demeaned herself at his command. She would have given him anything, done anything for him. More and more, she started to froth and foam throughout her body. This kind of arousal didn’t exist before she woke up, restrained by his straps. Now she couldn’t help herself.
He stroked and teased her, working her up, higher and higher. She didn’t know she could be this excited. It seemed impossible. Every pulse of her heart intensified the sensation. Everything she was became the search for release.
Then it stopped.
Alyssa groaned without meaning to. The sound reverberated from her chest as the absence of sensation intensified her longing. With her hands locked at her shoulders, she couldn’t even try to reach for her pussy to get the release she needed.
“What, what do I have to do?” she stuttered, suddenly feeling very much like a drug addict who desperately craved her fix.
“I think I want to fuck you, puppy girl.”
Her lack of consent only held Alyssa back for two, maybe three seconds before she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. She felt like a slut, so easily manipulated into this, but then she didn’t care. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She wanted to have his flesh press down on her, to feel his weight, and know what it was like to be bound to him, her owner and Master. She was practically panting with eagerness even if the sane part of her brain continued to shout at her to resist.
It wasn’t possible.
Alyssa would have done anything, surrendered anything as long as it meant he would take care of her. Her arms kept twitching as she tried to reach for her naughty bits to achieve orgasm. It didn’t work. Her hands remained stuck, and no matter how hard she strained against the leather, her elbow gloves kept her hands and fingers safely away from her pussy.
Legs spread, skin hot, Alyssa wanted him to strip off his pants and plow her right there. She wanted him to take her, use her, to make her feel good by taking whatever he wanted from her.
“Not good enough.” He sounded entertained and amused. Frustration didn’t gnaw at his voice the way it did hers.
“What do you want? Please! Please, I’ll do it!” she swallowed and tried not to sound desperate. Alyssa failed.
“How does a puppy girl like you get used?” he asked. “If you’re really in heat, I think you should get in the right position.
Right position? She scrambled for the right answer and figured it out. She opened her mouth to respond or beg, but her pleas died in her mouth. She comprehended what he wanted, so she had to give it to him if she was going to get anything but frustration.
Alyssa rolled back onto her stomach, propped herself up and displayed herself for him. Her ass was poised in the air, her legs spread. Panting, she stared down at the carpet and waited and hoped.
For a short time, she didn’t hear anything. Alyssa started to wonder if he was going to leave her hanging. The thought sent another shockwave of fear mixed with frustration bouncing through her torso. No, no, no, he couldn’t do that.
Cale pulled off his pants, his underwear, got on his knees, and brought himself right behind her. He grabbed her by the hair with one hand and supported his weight with the other. Pulling her head back so his mouth was scant inches from her ear, he said, “You’re mine now, my good puppy, and I’m going to enjoy this. From now on, this is your purpose. You’re going to entertain and serve me whenever and however I want.”
Alyssa didn’t risk contradicting him even if a small shred of her tattered self-respect told her to fight. She couldn’t do it, so she uttered the words he demanded, “Yes, Master.”
“There’s a good puppy,” he said and slipped inside of her.
His cock moved quickly and easily. He slid into her crevice and began to pump back and forth. He maintained his hold on her hair and pulled every few seconds, either to remind her that she was his bitch now or because he liked hearing those little grunts of pain.
The protest of her follicles aside, Alyssa started to loose herself. She clutched her eyes shut, fisted her hands, and tried just to breathe. She gasped for air as he worked deeper, thrusting inside of her. She was being used, exploited, and she didn’t care. Alyssa couldn’t care right then.
He was her Master, and he wanted to use her, so she obeyed. It was easy to forget about what she thought of him when she first awoke, strapped down and drugged. Now pleasure pushed through her body, tossing aside all objections.
He rocked harder, moving his hips back and forth. She started to moan and cry out, gasping as she climaxed once, twice, three times. Again and again, her body rewarded her for being his pet. He was so hard, so powerful, so strong as he worked his way. Their flesh pressed together. The tip of his head massaged her clit, pressing her into another frenzied orgasm. She couldn’t stop them or hold them back.
It was like her body needed this, only she never knew. He opened up secret longings and desires which shouldn’t have been possible. The seconds moved by, then the minutes, and she was gasping for breath even as he continued on and on.
Cale got closer, closer, closer. She could feel it the way he throbbed and how the cool look of concentration he always wore was replaced by primal aggression and frenzy. He started out the scientist who wanted to mock and train his prized pet, but now he craved this as much as she. Alyssa saw it in his eyes.
A growl boiled up from the base of his chest as he exploded inside of her, a hot nova that triggered the most powerful climax she had ever experienced. She shuddered, one rocking motion through her body before everything relaxed.
All at once, Alyssa felt like jelly. She couldn’t move even as he withdrew, stood up, stretched his arms and grinned down at her. Alyssa knew she should sit up or assume any other position. With her legs spread and panting like a dog, she must have looked very silly. No, not silly, she thought, used like Cale’s private sex toy.
Once dressed, Cale picked up the end of her leash and gave it a quick tug. She didn’t want to move. Her body resisted as a heavy sense of lethargy descended on her. Her collar pulled against her neck, so she got back on her knees and elbows, then followed him. At first, her haze-blocked brain figured they were going back to the table. Now that he used her, he’d strap her back down. Instead, he opened the door and led her into another room.
When she saw him turn the knob, Alyssa had prayed it might lead to a living room or maybe even outside. She needed more information. Instead, it opened to another, similarly decorated chamber. Equally empty, it had a second door and something far worse.
He had a cage for her.
It wasn’t even a jail cell. Instead, it looked exactly like a dog cage. Maybe five feet long and another four feet tall, she would fit inside, though never comfortable. Two bowls waited for her inside, one with water, another something baked she couldn’t identify.
Cale went to the small gate, popped it open, and lifted it for her. Then he waved Alyssa inside. With a few feet of loose leash between them, she glanced from her owner, back to the cage. She wanted to defy him here, to have some good reason why she shouldn’t go inside. If only she could get away, but between her leash and the gloves on her arms and legs, there was no way she could go anywhere. Even if she managed to make it outside, what would people make of this naked girl in her bizarre restraints?
Knowing she didn’t have a choice, Alyssa crawled into the cage. There was barely enough room for her to turn around. He
dropped the gate into place; it landed it a metallic thud and the latch was sprung back down. Alyssa nudged it with her chin, but the gate refused to move again.
“Don’t worry, puppy girl. This is going to be good for you.”
“How’s that?”
Cale leaned over as though he really were talking to some yapping puppy. Then he held up a finger and said, “One second.” He left the room, leaving her there to explore the interior of her cage. She checked the water bowl, dipped her tongue into the water, and found it cool and refreshing. The other bowl though was filled with crunchy flakes: dried dog food.
Squinting down, she glared at the food and wished Cale were there for her to attack. She imagined herself jumping on him, pressing him to the floor, and biting him. Wait, biting him? She imagined herself still in the gloves? Swallowing, she tried to force the thought back and think of something else.
Before she managed to find a happy place, the door opened and her owner returned. He had small boom box. Swinging it as he walked back to her cage, he placed it before her on the carpet.
“Are you familiar with neurolinguistic programming?”
Alyssa didn’t want to answer, but something about the device made her nervous. Why would he bring it in here? Make her listen to bad music? She doubted he would waste his time, so he had a reason. And Alyssa knew she wouldn’t like it.
“No,” she said. “What is it?”
“Essentially, it’s a form of hypnosis. I’ve managed to record a disk with a variety of sounds. Most of them are pretty inconsequential. You’ll listen to nature sounds and some pop songs, nothing terribly original. What’s important is the subliminal messaging encoded beneath the sounds.”
“Subliminal?” she said. “That’s not real.” Alyssa fought down the urge to grip the bars of her cage and shake them.
“In most cases it’s not,” he agreed. “But I’ve found a way around it. The science isn’t really important. You’d need a couple more degrees before it really made sense. But what I can explain is this. You’re going to listen to these songs throughout the night, and your mind will trace activities and muscle commands you’ve already used today. Little by little, those trace memories will become something else to you entirely.”
Her voice shook but she managed to get out, “What?”
“That’ll be the surprise for tomorrow. Won’t it?”
“Cale, please tell me.”
“Wrong name,” he said, turned around, hit the play button, turned out the lights, and left the room. The door closed, swallowing the room in darkness.
Left alone, Alyssa listened to the music at first. It started with ocean waves, the sound of torrents crashing against some coast. Seagulls and breezes permeated the sounds as well. At first, Cale’s pet tried to block the sounds out. She hummed to herself or tried to think of math problems, anything to keep her mind from absorbing those notes. Although Cale seemed smart. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about. His confidence was infectious, which scared her more than she wanted to admit.
So she fought in any and every way she could. She tried to drown out the music even as the sounds washed over her, a background noise she couldn’t ignore completely.
Of course, she had no idea that trying to block out the sounds only helped them work their way through her subconscious. Second by second, note by note, the programming burrowed its way into her mind. She couldn’t know it yet, but Alyssa’s behaviors were slowly being reshaped.
She had strange dreams.
Somehow, she knew they were dreams. She found herself on her hands and knees, free of the gloves but completely naked except for the nylon band around her neck. From time to time, she felt the cool metal of her dog tag bounce against her clavicles as she pranced through the grass.
Cale, her owner, stood a few feet away. She ran up to him and was happy when he lowered himself to pet her, first her face, then her sides. “Good girl!” he said, “Such a good girl! Who’s by good girl?”
Alyssa barked for him. She spoke because it’s what hours of training and games told her he wanted from her. It was her job to make him happy. She paused when he reached into his pocket. Could it be? Was she going to get lucky? Hope played through her canine instincts. She was his puppy and really, really wanted to play. Did he make time for her today? She started to pant and her tongue lolled out from past her lips.
Cale slid his hand free and gripped between his fingers was a red ball. At once, her eyes locked on the crimson sphere. He tossed it up once, caught it, tossed it again, and each time she ran around him, hopping from side to side on her hands and knees. C’mon, c’mon, she kept panting inside her head. She wanted him to throw it so she could be his good doggie and retrieve it. That was her job! That was her mission! She had to do it, but he had to throw it first! Happy frustration vibrated through her body and muscles. Each time it landed back in his hand, she waited for him to throw it.
“You want this ball? You want this?” He spoke fast, “C’mon girl! Who wants the ball?”
Again and again, she barked for her owner. He loved her, but he kept teasing her. Why was he teasing her? She wanted to play, damnit! C’mon, she wanted him to understand, let’s play!
Finally, he threw the ball. It blurred over her head, so she dashed about and went chasing after it. The crimson sphere flew a good twenty years before bouncing once and disappearing into the grass. She charged after it anyway, determined to bring it back to her Master. He had to have it. That was her job. She had to get it for him. She was a well-trained doggie, after all.
Heart pounding, breath quickened, she spotted the ball and ran for it. In another second, she clamped her jaw around it and ran back for her owner. He stood there, waiting patiently for her to drop it at his feet.
Cale snatched it up and threw it again. Without any sign of protest, his dog spun around and scampered back across the grass. The blades of grass were wet with dew. They quickly soaked her knees, this and palms. She found the ball though. The ball, that’s all that mattered to her master, so it’s all that mattered to her.
She bit down on it, grabbed it up, and brought it back to him. This time she wanted to be petted, so she nuzzled his inner thighs. Her master liked it, she realized. She could sense his arousal.
“Do you want to please me, girl?”
She barked again, not that she really understood his question. She knew her place and wished to serve and protect her owner. It was her job and position in life. He fed her and cleaned her—even when she didn’t want to get bathed—so she owed him because he owned her.
“Sit up girl, on your knees!” he said. She did as he commanded and held out her hands, wrists limp. She had to beg for the right to lick him there. He rubbed her behind the ear which made Alyssa cock her head to the side and pant for more delicious attention.
After another second, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He was already erect, but she would have gotten him hard if that’s what he would have needed. There were times when he wasn’t excited to see her, so she had to work him up. This time that wasn’t necessary as she put her lips on him and serviced her master. She licked and sucked and massaged him with her lips.
She worked his shaft, straining her neck so that she could take more and more of him inside her mouth. The taste of his pre-come filled her mouth as his excitement built up. She started to wag her butt back and forth, so pleased that she could serve him like this. On and on, she licked and played with his head, running her tongue along the tip of his penis just the way he liked.
Alyssa gave no thought to whether or not this was wrong or right. She didn’t consider what this made her or how he used her. Her only heart’s desire was to please him, which she did a moment later.
His cock began to shudder as he came, spewing his seed into her mouth. He jetted harder, rocking back and forth, face fucking her hard. The taste of his come spattered the back of her throat, so she inhaled through her nostrils, but then it started to choke her even as he pull
ed his member out and zipped his pants again.
Coughing on his come, Alyssa tried to swallow until she woke up.
Another cough wracked her chest as her eyes shot open and she sat up. At first, she expected to hit a metal grate, but instead she found herself back in her room. It was exactly as she remembered. The light outside her window cast everything in a morning haze of shadow and dusky illumination. She saw her backpack in the corner, her purse on her nightstand. It all seemed exactly as she left it. There wasn’t even any sign of a struggle.
“You’re up early,” Rose said from the opposite of the room, her legs crossed and a textbook spread out in front of her.
“Rose?”
Her roommate glanced up with the kind of look that said Alyssa was being dumb for asking. “Yes? I’m Rose.” She gave a slow nod, the kind she usually reserved for idiot freshmen who got themselves locked in the bathroom.
“How long have I been here?”
“You were in bed after I got back,” Rose said.
“But I didn’t leave?”
“Nope,” said Rose as she closed her textbook. Now she sounded more concerned, “Are you alright? You’re kind of freaking me out.”
“I…” she answered, not sure what happened. She reached up and found her neck bare. No collar. Her hands and legs were free too. She had her clothes on. “I had a dream?”
“It must have been pretty weird.”
“It was so strange.” Alyssa had to make a decision right then. She could try to forget what she remembered. As the seconds ticked past and she grappled with her memories, Alyssa realized something. She was sure what happened was real. It wasn’t a dream. Okay, so maybe the part about her playing fetch was clearly something that never happened, but the rest of it was real.
Cale kidnapped her, strapped her down, collared and leashed her, then he forced her to crawl at his feet and had sex with her. He used her, and she had to tell someone.