This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch8, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense.
It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or viral agent) is no more than a startling coincidence.
"Hello . . ."
James' embraced knocked Shanon onto the grass.
"Sir?"
"Hello, pet. Were you a good girl during the week?"
Shanon nodded.
"Did anybody comment on your collar? Speak."
"Some of my friends thought it was a little strange. But I'm an artist, sir, people expect me to do odd things."
"Wonderful. I've been practicing to do something with you all week. But first I want to play with my puppy a bit."
She collapsed as James's hands explored her entire body. As ordered she was not wearing underclothes of any sort. He wasn't checking to make sure she had obeyed, there was no question about that, he simply wanted to make her feel possessed. She closed her eyes to let him take control. It was a wonderful sensation.
It took her a while to realize that she was letting him fondle her in what was essentially public. The grassy slope in front of his house was completely exposed to the road. Shanon only tensed for an instant, she was safe with James.
James caressed her face and hair, whispering for Shanon to open her eyes so he could see her expressions completely. Spending days on end watching the street had one benefit. He knew the rhythm of the area perfectly. No one was home or likely to be driving around.
A blue sedan parked unceremoniously on the other side of the road.
He twitched but recovered to laughed at himself and press his hand onto Shanon's breast. She moaned, the thought of someone seeing her being used was terrifying. James pinched one nipple.
"Make some noise for the man across the street."
Shanon let out all cries of ecstasy she usually kept inside for her Master. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the man turn around in curiosity. She wanted to die but another pinch forced a scream past her lips. It was amazing, his little caresses made her melt and with a slight touch he could make her scream.
Weeks of enforced denial were getting to her. She had nothing resembling self control anymore. Her body was James's plaything. He wanted her to cry out so that other could hear her and she had no choice.
James grinned. She was on the verge of crying from the denial. He decided to show her a bit of mercy.
"I think he's heard enough, pet. Let's go inside."
Shanon breathed a sigh of relief. James was being kind. She lay on the grass as he got up and stood over her. Little shudders ran through her body.
"Now!"
She leapt up and followed him into the house.
"Did you bring what I asked?"
Shanon nodded.
"In the car I suppose."
Another nod.
James flicked an eye over to the window, the man was gone. He smiled wickedly and pulled off Shanon's shirt.
"Go get them. Be quick, unless you want to be seen like this."
Shanon smiled nervously but headed outside without speaking. She rushed to the car and found what James had asked her to bring. Her diary, with a fantasy written out, and the single vibrator that she owned. She dawdled on her way back in, secretly hoping that the man from before would return and see her.
"That took a long time. Maybe my puppy does want to be seen like this."
She panted slightly as she nodded in agreement. A finger pushed into her aching pussy.
James gripped her by her pony-tail. He could tell she was loving the humiliation. It was time to push a bit more and get to business. "But I'll bet there's a limit. See I'm going to take you for a walk, pet."
Her juices flowed more quickly and Shanon's cunt tensed around James's finger.
"Mmmm, you really like that idea."
She shook her head. To be outside with no shirt on, even with James by her side, was terrifying. Her body was only responding his manipulations.
"Okay, then I'll be a kind. I will put your shirt back on if you ask to be put on a leash." James knew it was mean but he loved to see her desperate. "You may speak."
"Please put me on a leash, sir."
"Oh, you can do better than that, pet." He twisted his finger inside of her and pulled it out, flicking her clit lightly. James watched her legs buckle and then fail completely as she held off against an orgasm. "Try again."
"Please, sir. Please put me on a leash." Shanon threw herself at his feet passionately. She rubbed against his legs and beamed up at him. "Your puppy needs to be leashed, sir."
It was terrible, humiliating. Thoughts of being on a leash coursed through her mind. The leash would make her into even more of James' puppy. Warmth spread from Shanon's pussy into the rest of her body. She wanted the leash so much. To be more at her Master's mercy.
James left her lying on the floor while he went to get the leash he had purchased online slightly more than a week ago. When he returned Shanon was still in place but she perked up slightly. James stood her up and helped put her shirt back on. He clipped the leash to her collar. Shanon looked beautiful with her collar and leash broadcasting her status.
"People are going to love seeing this. A collar, that might be a fashion choice." James moved in closer and dropped his voice to a teasing whisper, "But walking around on a leash doesn't leave much question about you being a puppy does it, pet? Maybe you can bargain something to be spared that."
Shanon nodded her head slowly. James was only going to make her ask for him to do something worse to her. He'd taken her voice so she couldn't even complain.
"If you wear your tail outside I'll let you put your shirt back on."
He was curious about what she would do. The tail was her favorite toy. Normally Shanon would be willing to debase herself completely to get it. But he'd put a twist on it this time, she would have to wear it in a public place. The last time he made her wear it in public Shanon said she hated thinking people knew about her tail. But that was a long time ago.
Shanon reluctantly acquiesced and James patted her on the head. She was being a very good puppy. James tucked the leash into her shirt, the cut was low enough that it wasn't hidden completely. With that done he pushed her tail in. She fell against him as the last bit of her control left her body in a warm sigh.
"I have something very special planned. Come on."
James took her down onto the lawn.
"There's a small park about a mile from here. I've spent the week wondering what it looks like right now. I've . . . I've decided I wanted to share it with you Shanon."
She looked up, James had referred to her by name.
"You're off speech restriction for now."
"Yes, sir."
James nodded and took her hand. He took a deep breath. At the edge of the lawn he stopped. It was just a single step between him and the sidewalk. Just a sidewalk. James' hand twitched and his eyes felt like they were pulling back into his head.
Squeezing Shanon's hand he forced himself to take the step.
They were on the sidewalk. Everything was fine. The car parked across the street was gone, along with whomever had been driving it. James looked at Shanon, his puppy. She was looking at him wide eyed.
"Alright. Let's go, pet."
"Yes, sir. C- congratulations."
"Thank you."
"Sir, was it . . . is it that bad?"
"Terrible. Knowing there's nothing to be afraid of is the worst part. But when I'm protecting my puppy it's manageable. Just one thing to do. Get it?"
"I think so, sir."
"Very good." James placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled Shanon closer as they started to walk. "It's a nice park. Lot's of flowers. Not many people. Every time I went there it was quiet."
The walk took the better part of an hour. James avoided talking to anyone. Sympathetically Shanon didn't comment on the behavior. Instead she listened to various stories. He described the worlds of ancient myth to her.
The stories seemed to interest Shanon. She kept asking for greater and greater detail until James finally asked her why she wanted to know how Odin styled his hair.
"I want to make a picture of them. No one's ever told me about all of them at once, sir. Just the stories of each adventure out of context aren't the same. All together they make a whole world."
"Sounds beautiful. You will have to show me when it's done."
"Is that an order, sir?" Shanon asked coyly.
"Yup."
James moved a hand beneath her skirt and pushed Shanon's tail in a bit. Her knees wobbled from the feeling. She started to fall but James caught her.
Shanon simpered up at James.
"Seems like you need to sit down."
"I guess so, sir."
James lay her down next to a tree in the middle of the park. Shanon described how she was going to set up the picture. With extraordinary detail she plotted out the placement of each deity with an explanation for why it fit in position. James nibbled on her ear as his listened. She was a great story teller, he could see the gala in his imagination.
When she was done Shanon asked if he had any more stories. James giggled and lay her across his lap as he told her some of the more risqué myths that he remember. To make sure she understood James helped her to feel exactly what was happening in each story.
Around noon he ran out of stories that he knew well enough to tell in their entirety. He sent her down to buy hotdogs from a vendor who apparently managed to find make a living in an area with almost no foot traffic.
While they ate James straightened out Shanon's clothing, it had become rather messy during the story telling. A few families were starting to show up so he confined his affections to playful caresses.
A bright red ball bounced toward them. James looked up. A kid was running after it. He couldn't be more than six.
"Hey mister! Can I have my bally back?"
"Uh . . ." James froze. He should just take the ball and toss it over to the kid. But something could go wrong. If the ball slipped out of his hand and it someone. Or if it wasn't really the kid's ball. Or the boys mother might think he was a pedophile. "I . . . uh . . . I . . ."
"You alright, mister?"
"I'm . . ." He couldn't move. It was ridiculous. Throwing a ball to someone was supposed to be simple. People did it every day. James was convinced it would kill him. He didn't know how but something would go wrong.
