His meeting with Melissa was scheduled for 3pm. He arrived fifteen minutes early because he wanted to have time for a quick drink. He also wanted to be prepared for whatever else she might decide to throw at him. He'd read through her list of demands countless times now and they all added up to the same thing. She didn't just want to cut his balls off, she wanted to cook them in a white wine sauce and then force him to slowly eat them. And the worst of it? There was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. She had too much evidence against him. There wasn't a court or a judge in the land that wouldn't think her ball breaking demands were more than reasonable under the circumstances. He'd believed himself to be so clever. He'd allowed himself to become smug because nice, submissive, boring Melissa was so wrapped up in her perfect marriage that she'd never suspect a thing.
Very quickly though he'd discovered a very different side to nice, submissive, boring Melissa. While he'd been enjoying inflating his macho ego she had slowly been gathering the evidence. She'd been at least two steps ahead of him. And now she wanted payback. With interest. He pushed open the door of the restaurant. And, of course, she was already there.
She was sitting in a corner, her hands resting on the table in front of her, her well manicured finger nails tapping on a wine glass. She looked absolutely fantastic. She was wearing a navy business suit and black pumps. Her dark blonde hair had been cut. And she was smiling. In fact the bitch was positively beaming. Her smile grew even wider when she saw him. He walked towards her.
"Hi Paul. Sit down. We have a lot to discuss."
He sat down.
Still beaming, her eyes glowing with savage delight, she looked into his eyes when he was seated.
"So have you looked through my requests?"
"Yes" I have.
"And?"
"I'll be ruined."
She took a strand of hair in her hand and twisted around her little finger.
"Yes. I suppose you will."
"You're enjoying this. Aren't you?"
"Hmm. Let me me think about that. Yes. I am. I'm enjoying it immensely. Such fun watching you squirm."
"Why can't you at least try to be reasonable about this? I made a mistake."
"Actually darling. You made four mistakes. Their names were - she held up a finger for each one- Alicia, Carol, Jackie and Tiffany. In fact Jackie and Tiffany were both at the same time. "
She smiled again. "I never thought that you were the kinky sort."
She took a sip of her wine. "I'm sure that you think that I'm a ball breaking bitch. And you are absolutely right. I have every intention of cutting your balls off and then grinding them under my heel and we both know that I will get exactly what I want.
"So why are we here then? He asked her. Do you want me to beg?"
"Oh I'd love to hear you beg. And see you grovel. In fact why don't we try that?
"What?"
"Try begging. Beg me to give you another chance. Who knows. Maybe that's all I want?"
He looked at her. Was she serious?
She looked back at him, raising her eyebrows slightly but didn't say a word. Fuck you bitch! His pride said. But when he opened his mouth very different words came out.
"I'm really, really sorry. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry that I cheated. Please forgive me. Please give me another chance. I'm begging you."
"Not bad" she said, "not bad at all. You actually sounded pretty sincere. Just one question."
"yes"
"If I told you that if you were to get down on your knees right now and lick my shoes that I'd forgive you. That I'd take you back, forget about your cheating and destroy all the evidence I have, would you do it?"
He hesitated for a moment.
"Yes"
She clapped her hands and sniggered.
"Oh I am so tempted to make you do it but that would be far too easy."
His face turned a deep red.
"You bitch"
"Hush darling" she whispered, pressing a finger to her lips, "You don't want people to hear, do you?"
"What's the point of all this?"
"The point is this. I do have a new proposal. I am genuinely willing to take you back and forget about the cheating. In fact, I'll even let you move back into the house. But not as my husband. Or my lover."
"So what then?"
"I'll allow you to move back in- as my pet dog." Again that huge beaming smile.
"Is this a joke?"
She shook her head. "No. I'm totally serious. I've given it a lot of thought. You've been putting it about like a dog in heat so why not just accept what you really are?"
"You know I couldn't possibly do that. It's totally insane."
She stood up. "You only have two options darling. Be totally ruined financially or life as my pet dog. The choice is yours." She glanced at her watch. It's 3.15pm now. You have until 3.15pm tomorrow- that's 24 hours exactly- to text me your decision."
Then she picked up her bag, placed the strap over her shoulder and walked towards the exit.
She sat back in the leather armchair, stretched her legs out and put her feet up on the footstool. She felt more satisfied than she had in a very long time. Everything was coming together perfectly. Of course that depended on Paul sending the text but she had no doubt that he would. She had seen it in his eyes. He was a broken man and she intended to break him even more. She would strip him of every shred of dignity, just as he had stripped hers. It would have been fun to make him squirm and grovel in the courtroom. Well, now he could look forward to a life of squirming and groveling. He would probably resist a little at first but she had plans in mind that would sort that out very quickly indeed.
She looked around the spacious living room, with its plush carpet, leather sofa and two armchairs. In one corner there was a mahogany drinks cabinet- well stocked as always. The room also had a fireplace. Directly in front of her, mounted on the wall was a 60 inch plasma screen TV with a state of the art surround sound system and blu-ray player.
The house also had a dining room, study, five bedrooms and its own cinema. It really was a magnificent house. Then, of course, there was the private woodlands outside. That would be extremely useful. Of course she'd need to get a few other items too. Somewhere for her new pet to sleep. She'd allow him to sleep on the kitchen floor tonight but after that he'd soon learn his place.
And then there were the apartments in Paris and Madrid. She hadn't decided yet what she was going to do with them. She'd consider allowing him to keep the apartment in the city. It was more of a bedsit really and the neighborhood it was in left a great deal to be desired but he could count himself lucky if she decided to let him keep it. If he used his common sense then he could live here in this magnificent house. Although not as he had hoped. However beggars can't be choosers. Though dogs could beg.
Her phone pinged. She looked at her watch first. 3.10pm. Then she looked at the phone, smiling as she read the text. She finished her glass of wine before she texted back.
BE HERE AT 6PM PRECISELY.
At 6pm precisely the doorbell rang. She stood up and walked slowly down the hallway, beaming widely as she went. Woof woof little doggy, she said to herself, Woof woof for your Mistress.
Her new pet stood on the steps outside the front door. His hands were in his pockets and his head was down.
She stood back to let him inside. When he was standing in the hallway, he raised his head and looked at her. He opened his mouth to speak and she placed a finger to her lips.
"Dogs don't speak" she told him, "I suggest you remember that from now on."
He closed his mouth and lowered his head again.
"Follow me" She told him, then she turned her back and walked away. He followed her.
When they were in the living room, She sat back in her armchair and looked at him as he stood in front of her.
"Go upstairs and shower" she told him, "Then shave between your legs. Make sure that you do it properly because I will be checking. When you've finished go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed. I'll be up in 30 minutes." She waved him away.
When he left the room she lit a cigarette.
When Paul had finished following her instructions- Shaving himself had taken the longest- he went into the bedroom. He looked at the bed. It was a Queen sized one, There were a pair of leather cuffs attached to the bed post and another pair attached to the end of the bed.
He smiled when he saw them. Ah! So this was all just some kinky game that she wanted to play. Well that was fine by him. As long as he got a blowjob at the end of it. He'd never thought that she was the kinky sort. And pet play too. Well why not? He'd read a little about that on some of the websites that he'd been on. He went over to the bed and lay down on it. Then he waited. After a few minutes he heard the sound of her heels.
Melissa stood over him, hands on her hips. She glared down at him.
"Take that smirk off your face right now" She told him.
He did as she said and tried to look as contrite as possible.
"Better" She said, "now put your wrists through these."
When both of his wrists had been secured to the bedpost, she went to the end of the bed and secured his ankles. Then she pulled something out of the bag that she had been carrying in her right hand when she entered the room. When he saw what it was the color drained from his face.
"This is only a temporary solution" She told him. And then she beamed.
Temporary solution? What did she mean by that?
When she had placed the chastity device on him, she stood back and nodded. She undid the cuffs on his wrists and ankles,then she picked up the bag, went to the dressing table and sat down on the chair beside it.
"Down on all fours boy and then come to your owner."
He got down onto the carpet and then he crawled towards her.
"Good boy" She cooed when he was at her feet. "Now just a few more bits and pieces and then your new life can begin."
She took each item out of the bag one at a time, beaming as she held them up for his inspection.
"Puppy ears." The ears were made from faux fur and were attached to a leather band. She placed the band over his head.
"Paws". The paws were a pair of leather mittens without thumbs.
"Curl your hands into fists"
When he had done so she placed the mittens on him. Then she took a pair of leather cuffs and fastened them around his wrists. There was a chain attached to the cuffs.
"Roll over and lift up your legs"
On his back, he looked up at her as she placed firstly a pair of pads on his knees and then
another pair of cuffs around his ankles. There was a chain attached to these too. She linked the two chains together.
"Back on all fours" she ordered.
When he was back in that position he realised that it was impossible now for him to stand upright.
She took a pair of latex gloves out and put them on her hands.
"Head to the floor and ass in the air."
Moments later he felt something being squeezed into his asshole. And then a finger. He gasped.
"Take a deep breathe" She said.
He gasped in pain as he felt something being pushed into his asshole.
