This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch9, 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 finally finishing with a running gag) is no more than a startling coincidence.
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"Hello . . ."
Shanon picked her head up.
"Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?"
She nodded and tried to wag her tail. It was gone.
"Looking for this?"
James tortured her with the tail for a while. Hanging it just above her head. As much as her devotion to him made Shanon willing to go through almost anything it was nothing compared to what she would do for her tail. He made her beg, grovel, jump, bark and expose herself. When she was panting on the floor James pretended to relent.
"Alright. Come up on the bed, pet, I'll put your tail in."
Watching his eyes as she bounced up onto the bed Shanon could see it wasn't going to be that simple. She felt the pressure of the tail's plug on her anus. Then, suddenly, it was gone.
"Did you really think I was going to have you with your tail in while Tom is home?" Struck her playfully on the ass. "Now get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us. The clothing you will wear has been set out."
Shanon nodded. James ruffled her hair and went downstairs, leaving Shanon's tail on the bed. The clothing James had selected was laid out on the dresser. She didn't give much thought to how her Master had clothing that was fitted for her.
When she was dressed -- shorts, a shirt one size too small and nothing else -- Shanon stared at her tail. It couldn't hurt to just touch. She picked it up and thought about how it would feel inside of her. The joy of being a puppy, under her Master's control. Her fingers trembled. Putting down the tail Shanon fled downstairs.
So close. So close to being a bad girl. She had to tell him that she had thought about disobeying anyway.
A crestfallen Shanon stepped into the kitchen. Her breakfast seemed like an incredible gift after the previous night. Hopefully James wouldn't have to make a point like that again. She sank down in front of her bowl and ate silently, trying to avoid eye contact with James. There had to be a proper way to tell her Master that she had disobeyed him.
James looked down at Shanon. She was hardly even making a mess, it was almost as though she had practiced eating from a food dish. But maybe she had. He pushed his chair back and poured milk into a glass for her, making a mental note to get a second bowl at some point.
As he set it down next to her their eyes met for a moment. Shanon looked away as quickly as she could manage.
"You look worried, pet. Speak."
"After you left I thought about playing with my tail even thought I wasn't supposed to, sir."
"Eyes up."
She met his gaze reluctantly. James wasn't angry. Curious, perhaps, but far from angry. A weight lifted from Shanon.
"I don't expect to control your every thought. It would be nice," he teased," but I'm trying to be a realist. There will only be punishment for disobedience. My puppy should have her own opinions. I mean, if you loved everything I did to you it wouldn't be nearly as much fun."
He laughed good naturedly and perused the newspaper.
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A little over an hour later they had finished breakfast. James was meticulously cleaning the house. Trying to talk Shanon out of doing the job for him had ended with her tied in a kneeling position on the ground. She was still watching him adjust flower arrangements and dust off everything. He was very particular about how everything should be.
With an evil smile he turned to Shanon. "I read your fantasy last night, pet. We can do that pretty easily. If you're good enough you'll even get to enjoy it."
She squirmed in her bonds but he just laughed and went back to what he had been doing.
Five. Six. Seven minutes later he surveyed the living room. All was in order. James sat down next to Shanon. Grinning he pushed a finger inside her pussy and his thumb into her ass. His other hand moved up to her brush across her lips. With the ropes holding her in place Shanon couldn't struggle to gain -- or avoid -- stimulation. A nibble on her ear made sent shudders down her spine.
"Having fun?" he whispered in her ear.
Shanon nodded and was rewarded with some movement from her Master's fingers.
"I'll bet you want to keep it that way. You're going to be a good girl in order to make sure that your Master doesn't have to interrupt to punish you. Is my puppy going to obey?"
James let his comment hang as he diddled her, rocking back and forth. Shanon tried to think. The rocking motion was driving her insane. She couldn't even imagine refusing an order. Interrupting was the furthest thing from her mind. Obey. She wanted to make James happy and all she needed to do was be a good obedient puppy for him. Good girl. He didn't need an answer.
Against her will Shanon's body strained at the ropes holding her back from her Master.
"Stop struggling, pet."
She obeyed but tried to plead with her eyes. It didn't work. It never worked. James loved to see her like that. He locked her in place with his eyes for a long time and watched her begging become more and more pitiable. A wink broke the connection. James slowly untied the bindings as he spoke.
"I want to see a different expression on your face now. You know the one. It's the expression that I like to save for special occasions." James hummed contentedly. She had more than earned a reward yesterday.
She knew what he was telling her. A chance to climax. After weeks of torment her Master was going to allow her release. Now free of the bindings she nuzzled gratefully against him.
One light push tipped Shanon over and she dropped to the ground. James lifted her to her hands and knees. No tail. He couldn't fuck her without her tail in. That would be cruel. Gently, he closed her eyes.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Every second tapped inside of her head. Tick. Tick. Tick. Shanon lost count all too soon. James had left her in the dark and the ticking. Every second.
James returned soon but stayed silent. His puppy would be complete in just a moment. But he wanted to choose that moment on his own. Shanon know how to wait. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
