"MY slave!"
Mistress takes a mouthful of now warm coffee, swishes it around to collect a few leftover bits of pastry in her mouth, and spits it into Clocks' face while giving Clock one final, powerful backhanded slap before throwing them to the ground by the hair.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were going to open one of my packages for me. And don't you dare let that coffee get on any more of my property."
Mistress Demi jams the sole of her thick leather boot into Clocks' ass and pushes them toward the suitcase.
Clock, still trembling from being put in their place, gently removes the packages one by one, keeping their dripping face well away from Mistress Demis' other property. Clock pulls out the large flat package. It rattles. Metal. They tilt it to the side and hear a few soft thuds as some items fall to the bottom of the box. They turn to look expectantly at Mistress Demi, who can barely contain her excitement.
"Excellent first choice Clock! Now, put the other parcels back in the bag and move the bag onto your bed so it's out of the way. You know, since you won't be needing your bed now."
Whoops!
Clock returns the parcels safely to their case, places the case on the bed the bag gets to enjoy more than Clock does, and opens the long, wide, flat package. They're quite confident they know what's inside, but when they open it there's more in there than Clock thought possible.
As expected, there is one large, folded down dog cage, with enough spaces between the bars to fit human hands. Unexpectedly, there is one butt plug with a puppies tail on the end. A few sachets of lube. A lightweight, breathable black and purple puppy hood, chosen for longevity over intensity no doubt. Two dog mittens with no fingers. A bag of dog treats that at least look appetising. Two knee pads. Four bundles of rope of various length and thickness. Surgical scissors. One long feather. One cattle prod. And finally, one hangable animal water bottle with a nozzle.
Mistress Demi wastes no time in mounting Clocks' back, adorned with an ever growing tattoo of Earthly Delights that will no doubt be sprawling down Clocks arms and legs after this holiday.
"Unfold the cage while I make you look more like the pet you are. Do not let me fall off."
"Yes Mistress De.."
Mistress slaps Clocks' left face cheek she reddened earlier, sending them into a whimper.
"I didn't know animals could talk. I must've been imagining it. Bark so I know you're a real dog."
"Woof! Woof!"
"Gooood bitccccch!". From atop her steed, she fondles Clocks' hot, hairless hole with her finger and watches with glee as it pulsates playfully "Now, there are 3 words that are safe for my animals to say," her tone changes to one more empathetic and earnest "Red, yellow, and green. Can you say one of those for me please, Clock?"
Clock thinks for a second before letting out a deep guttural "Greeeen.".
"That's what I like to hear, bitch!" as she slaps Clocks' ass cheeks and digs her fingers into those mesmerising marshmallows for a good squeeze.
As Clock steadily assembles the dog cage, more focused on being a sturdy steed for Mistress Demi, she opens up a sterile lube sachet and coats the stainless steel of the puppy plug, before popping it into her pets pulsating pucker. The cold steel causes Clocks' cloaka to contract, locking the tail firmly in place. A few drops of lube dribble down and take up residence in Clocks' chastity cage.
Mistress readies the puppy hood, and not a second after Clock finishes assembling the dog cage is their head engulfed in soft, smothering darkness. Clocks' hands are deftly encompassed into the mittens. Mistress Demi fastens the kneepads to Clock before binding Clocks' calves to their thighs with tight rope. She hooks her lead to Clocks' collar and starts leading their blind dog around the room by the neck. Clock struggles and stumbles, never having moved like this before.
"Bark, bitch!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
"Heel! And beg for a treat!"
Mistress pulls taut upward on the leash. It takes all of Clocks' effort to hoist their body into a begging position. No way would Clock be able to pull that off without the exercise regime Mistress Demi has them on.
Clock desperately whimpers up at the darkness, no idea if it's even in the right direction of Mistress, before they hear a zip and the tiniest bit of light coming from the mouth of the hood. An elegant hand jams several dog treats into Clocks' actual mouth, before quickly zipping Clock back into darkness. They crunch away at the dry, musky treats that were not designed for human taste buds. Not bad enough to gag, but not pleasant. They swallow.
Clocks' leash is disconnected. Footsteps away. The creaking of the cage door. More footsteps. Some rustling. Footsteps coming toward Clock. Silence. Then.
*ZAP!*
A cattle prod to Clocks' left ass cheek.
"Into your cage bitch!"
Clock squeals in pain and scrambles away from the cattle prod.
"Not bad, but the cage is probably moooore, this way!"
*ZAP!*
Clock readjusts their trajectory.
*ZAP!*
