I went home that night feeling like a bird who had languished in a too-small cage, and was now soaring under a brilliant sky. I was to be a woman's dog! The idea was so strange, and yet so alluring. It felt, in some way, like the most natural step for me to take; for me to be offered, I should say. If Miss Lesley had not seen this potential in me, if she had just brushed me off as some curious flake, I would be going home to my cold bed to plan the next day's breakfast. Not tonight, I thought with glee. I wondered if I would even sleep.
The next day, a Saturday, I awoke from a fitful and dream-filled sleep. I'd eventually dozed off early in the morning. I nearly sprang from bed. There was the entire morning and afternoon to endure until I could return to Miss Lesley's home, and I felt the weight of this burdensome expanse of time.
I made coffee and went to the living room. I sat, wearing a robe and slippers, imagining what might be in store for me that night. Seeing Miss Lesley standing before me in my mind's eye, looking into her steel-blue eyes, I began to be aroused. This image of her lifted a hand toward me and, in this phantasm, her lips moved. 'Kiss it'.
I slid from my chair and came to my knees there in the living room. I placed my folded hands before me in prayer. All of the mundane comings and goings, all of the half-interested TV watching that had passed the time in that room, seemed small and pitiable in that moment. I allowed the robe to fall to the floor, and I knelt there whispering her name.
"Thank you, Miss Lesley. Thank you." I said into my folded hands. I was fully erect, and my entire body shuddered with delight. I would be in her presence that evening, I thought.
I folded the robe and left it on the chair. I removed the slippers and began to crawl about the room. This was to be the new norm for me, I thought, and this brought a smile to my lips. 'Crawl, Charles.' I thought. 'Crawl like a dog'.
I made my way down the long hallway to my bedroom. There, before the full-length mirror on the closet door, I took in the image of myself on all fours. One would never think that I was a respected academic, a professor. Professor Evert, naked on his hands and knees, waiting impatiently to serve and obey his woman owner that evening. I took a long look in the mirror.
Once again, before going to Miss Lesley's, I felt so nervous that I had a couple of whiskeys before heading out. Indeed, my hands were still quivering a bit in spite of this. I arrived early and sat in the driveway until the appointed time. I saw movement in my peripheral vision, and was startled to see Lesley approach the car. She was wearing gardening gloves and carrying a trowel. I lowered the window to greet her.
"Hello, Charles." she said, raising the back of her hand to her forehead, absorbing perspiration with the glove.
"Go inside. I'll be there in a sec." she said, then walked toward the rear of the yard. I could see a small garden shed back further on the property. I took my overnight bag from the seat and went up the walkway.
I stood in the foyer, not daring to assume I should do otherwise. I heard noises coming from the back of the house. In a moment, Lesley entered.
"Go into the room we were in when you were here before and wait." she said. "I need to wash up a bit."
"Yes, Miss Lesley." I said, then headed toward the great room.
I took up a position on the carpet there, my hands folded in front of me. I was still nervous, and wished for another belt of something.
In a while, Miss Lesley entered. She had changed into a light blue summery dress that came halfway to her knees.
"Take off your clothes, Charles." she said while opening the small refrigerator door.
I was taken aback by the suddenness of this, but, of course, I immediately obeyed. In a minute, I was buck naked with my clothes folded on a chair.
Miss Lesley turned to me with a glass of wine in her slim hand.
Kneel, dog." she said while appraising me.
The thrill of being ordered about by this beautiful, confident woman, and hearing her call me 'dog', was having no small effect on my penis. It had ratcheted up to full staff, and I felt an impulse to cover it with my hands.
Lesley walked around me, looking me over.
"So, how was your day, dog boy?" she queried.
"Very nice, Miss Lesley. I was excited to be seeing you. I thought about you all day."
"Did you?" she said, stopping in front of me.
"You're excited right now, it would seem." she said, suppressing a laugh. Clearly, she was referring to my erection. For its part, it bobbed at the sound of her words as if in tribute to her. This elicited another laugh from her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like some wine?" she said.
Naturally, anything to calm my jitters would be welcome.
"Yes, please, Miss Lesley. I'd like that".
She went to the sideboard where she'd left the bottle, and poured. She returned with a bowl and placed it in front of me.
"It's a Premier Cru Chablis." she said casually. "I think you'll like it."
Without hesitation, indeed with a sense of abandon, I lowered my face to the bowl and began to lap up the wine. The sudden 'whack!' and the burning sensation on my buttocks made me lurch forward. I turned my head up towards Miss Lesley. She stood there with what I recognized as an equestrian riding crop. She held it lightly at her side.
"You'll need to be quieter about that." she said. "Oh, do you like my training tool?" she said, twirling it in her hand.
"This is just one of many. It's what I think of as an introductory model. Something to get your attention."
"Yes, Miss Lesley." I said. Now that the surprise had worn off, I was savoring the stinging afterglow where she had struck me. 'I was being trained to be a good dog!' I mused.
"Do you know what else it does?" she asked.
