It was a quiet little street in a quiet little neighborhood. Even the crickets seemed muted as they chirped in the blanketing darkness, which was interrupted only by the faintest traces of pink in the western sky. The houses stood in a neat row, a respectable distance from each other but still neighborly. The lawns were well-manicured and the trees were primly trimmed.
It was onto this street the SUV turned, bright headlights cutting a swath through the dusk. The man driving it counted the house numbers and finally found a cream brick house near the end of the street - number 405. He nodded and carefully backed into a spot on the driveway.
His movements were deliberate and unhurried as he killed the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and exited the car. He walked to the back and opened the hatch, where a dog kennel rested, covered by a blanket and prevented from sliding by a two orange straps running from the side over the top to the other side of trunk. He unbuckled the straps and carefully rolled and stored them. He folded the blanket and set it aside.
The kennel was heavy, but he wrestled it gamely from the trunk and carried it to the front stoop of the house. The porch light glowed warmly and the doorbell sounded a cheery little chime when he pressed it.
The storm door behind the glass outer door opened a moment later, revealing a man with brown hair cut short in back and little longer in front. He was fit but not built, and had a slight shadow on his jaw. He smiled in greeting at his guest.
"Thanks for taking her on such short notice, James," the driver said. "I thought we had her cycle pretty well tracked but it showed up a day early."
"Not to worry. It was a pretty boring Wednesday but this makes it more interesting," James said as he opened the glass door to allow his guest entry. "Come on in, Holt."
Holt hoisted the kennel again and walked inside. The entryway and adjoining living room were covered in a beautiful dark hardwood floor that extended into the kitchen. Holt made his way past it to the den, where thick, brown carpet softened his steps. There was a fire already licking the grate of the gas fireplace across the room and the chocolate brown suede couch curved around the walls invitingly.
He set the kennel on the floor and knelt to unlock and open the door.
"Beer, Holt?" James called from the kitchen.
"No, but thank you. I can't stay too long," Holt replied as he rose from the floor and sank onto the couch. He clicked his tongue and patted his leg.
The girl inside the kennel responded to his summons, carefully extricating herself from her confines. She padded over to him on her hands and knees, stretching each limb as she went to ease the cramped muscles.
"Good girl," Holt murmured as she sat at his feet.
She was on the petite side. Her small breasts could barely fill his hands when he cupped them, and her hands and feet were delicate and finely boned. Her nose tilted up just slightly at its end. She had creamy skin that marked easily and her strawberry blonde hair was gathered in pigtails high on either side of her head.
Holt thought she was absolutely beautiful and James had to agree as he joined them in the den.
"She's eaten already tonight, so don't worry about that," Holt said as he gently pet her head. "She had cramps a little while ago but I gave her some Ibuprofen and she should be fine. If she needs more, there's a bottle of Midol in her kennel. I put some toys for her in there too. I took her collar off so you can use your own, if you'd like."
"Is she wearing her menstrual cup?"
Holt nodded. "That should be taken out, emptied, and cleaned every twelve hours or so. She can do that herself, but you're welcome to do it for her if you prefer."
The girl blushed crimson in front of him but said nothing. Holt noticed anyway and traced a gentle finger down her face.
"Is her safe word the same as last time?"
"Yes - Bethesda. Her hometown. I know I gave it to you last time, but just in case, I wrote down a list of her allergies and her hard limits," Holt said, and he took a folded piece of paper from his wallet and handed it to James.
James looked it over with pursed lips and noted with satisfaction that all of his plans for the week were doable under the limits she had set. "How much anal training have you done with her?"
The girl stiffened under Holt's hands but he continued stroking her just the same. "Sounds like you've got a fun week planned," he joked. "I really haven't done anything with her ass. Anal never did anything for me so I haven't bothered."
"When was her last bowel movement?"
The girl turned an even brighter shade of red, but this time Holt took no notice. "She had one this morning, but none since."
"Anything else I should know?"
Holt shook his head. "That's all I can think of. You can call me if you need it. And you," he added, turning his attention to the girl at his feet, "be good for James. If I hear you've misbehaved, I'll punish you on top of whatever he does."
The girl gave a little yip in acknowledgement and Holt's stern expression melted into a smile. "Good girl," he murmured. "Have fun. I love you." He bent and pressed a kiss to her lips that she returned happily.
James walked him to the front door as the girl padded behind them on hands and knees. "I'll call the minute her period's done," he promised Holt.
"Thanks again, man," Holt said as he got into his car. "See you in about five days, pup."
The girl watched as he drove away, and then looked up at James with just a bit of apprehension.
"You're okay," he assured. He crouched beside the girl and offered her a hand to sniff. She nosed against his fingers gently, and then relaxed as he moved to stroke her cheek and down her neck. He chuckled at her blissful expression as he pet her. "You're not so hard," he teased. "Go get reacquainted with the house, puppy. I'll call when I need you."
Pup watched as he jogged up the stairs to the second story, then turned to take in the house. She had been here last month and the month before that, and still she'd never seen it on two feet. The thought crossed her mind but the next step, standing up, never occurred to her. She crawled carefully over the wood floors, stopping to admire the plush furniture and décor of the living room before making her way back to the kitchen. Here there was an empty food dish sitting next to a full water bowl. She took a quick drink, mindful of her pigtails that swung like dog ears around her face.
There was a comfortable dog bed in the den, close to the fireplace, and there was already a blanket folded inside of it for her comfort. She looked at both approvingly.
She perked up a little as James' footsteps sounded on the stairs. He found her waiting at the bottom, looking up at him with bright eyes. He smiled at her and stepped around to the hallway to spread out the runner rug he'd retrieved from the upstairs hall.
Pup nosed at it as he smoothed it into place. "That'll be easier on your knees, puppy," he said. "Holt doesn't like when I send you back to him with any bruises you didn't earn."
She gave a little bark in amusement.
James smiled back at her and started toward the stairs again. "Heel," he directed.
She clambered up the steps behind him, obediently following him down the hallway, through his bedroom, and into the master bath. It was a beautiful room with burnished metalwork, a freckled stone sink, a standing shower and a large tub. She startled for a moment as he gently lifted her in his arms and placed her in the tub so she was kneeling on all fours.
"Well, little pup, it's just you and me for the next few days," he said, running his hands over her skin. She shivered as his touch raised goosebumps when he went from her back to the sides of her breasts to her hips. "And you seem to be down one hole for me to use. But we know what to do about that, don't we?"
Pup heard trouble in his words and raised her head sharply to find his eyes.
"Stay," he commanded softly. She watched as he went to the bathroom sink and rummaged in the cabinet below it. He came back up with a bag and some tubing, and something that looked suspiciously like a nozzle. She whimpered and he turned and caught her gaze at the sound. He must have seen something on her face, because he dropped the materials and strode out of the room.
He came back a moment later, a thick leather collar in hand, and sat himself down on the edge of the tub.
"Have you ever had an enema, puppy?" he asked softly as he placed the collar around her neck and did up the buckle with deft, gentle fingers.
Pup shook her head and leaned into his hand when he lifted a palm to her cheek.
"I'm going to give you one tonight. A couple, actually." He smoothed his thumb over her skin when she looked up in alarm. "It's okay, puppy. I know you can do this for me. It's going to be a little uncomfortable, but we need to clean you out. I'm going to train up your ass this week."
She must have looked uneasy at the prospect because he sighed and framed her face with both hands, so he could direct her to meet his gaze.
"Tell me your safe word, Hannah."
The use of her name meant she was to answer verbally, as a human.
