I am standing in the kitchen, waiting for master to come home. I have the kids sitting down doing homework, and I am cooking dinner. I usually have it done by now, so Jase can just walk in and eat dinner, but lately, it has seemed like too much work to hurry, so I figure, he can learn to wait. I hear the door close, and wipe my hands on my apron. Going out into the living room, I see the kids run to him. I am happy he loves me, I feel safer then ever now that he says it. He won't let someone he loves go, right? Or hurt them, so I can relax a bit.
"Hey honey, dinner is almost done." I say with a smile, pulling a lose curl off of my face. I wink my green eyes and blow a kiss his way, and walk back into the kitchen.
"Ok, kids, mom and I have to talk about something, finish your homework and after dinner I want you to take your baths without fighting ok?" Jase says, calling out to the kids.
"Yes, Dad" I hear the kids reply in unison before my master comes into the kitchen.
Jase walks up behind me and says a bit sternly, "Getting a bit lax in the last few days I see?"
My shoulders fall and I roll my eyes a bit as I turn to look at him and respond.
"It is cold and snowy outside, I am shopping for Christmas gifts for YOUR family, and I am just falling behind schedule. So sorry, but waiting 10 minutes for dinner isn't going to kill you now, is it?" I say as I slide my arms around his neck.
He removes my hands, and turns away. I feel a tension growing in my stomach, I know I have been getting lax, but making love to Jase every night is making me think of him as more of a lover then a master.
"Yes, tonight, I know its only Thursday, but I am taking vacation tomorrow, and the kids are going to be at their grand parents all night tomorrow after school, so starting a day early isn't going to be harder. Yes I know not everyone can show up before tomorrow, but I am starting tonight, so when they show they show, I will be ready. Plus, she might break early and we wont have to go through it. OK, talk then"
Master finishes and hangs up the phone.
Break? Everyone? What was that?
I kiss the kids good night, and send them to bed; I curl up on the couch and start to read a book.
Master quietly calls out to me, "Slave, come here please."
Nonchalantly, waving my hand, I respond to him. "In a sec sir, I'm at a good part"
Click. What the fuck? Before I can respond, He's put a collar on me, and not just any collar either, a dog collar! I look at him with a hint of horror on my face. Click. Now He's put a leash on me too! He pulls firmly on the leash, yanking me from the couch.
"I said come here!" He says, His voicing raising. He soon is pulling me around the house, on all fours, every time I try and stand, he pushes me back down.
"Dogs don't walk on hind legs, dogs walk on all fours and they bark. Bark puppy, bark!" His voice is now cool and calculating, fully in control.
"Fuck you, I am not going to bark" I yell up at him, on all fours, hardly a position of power.
He tugs on the collar, and laughs down at me, "Yes you will, if you want the punishment to stop."
He continues walking me around, and then he looks at makes and me strip, telling me dogs don't wear clothes. I do, and my DD breasts hang down like cow udders, I feel silly, and I say as much to him.
"Puppy, if you want to talk, ask me to stop or say anything at all, you will bark first." He says with a smirk.
I refuse to give him the satisfaction of making me bark, I know it wont get too bad anyway, he loves me, right? He leads me outside and I see a doghouse…when did we get a dog? I wonder to myself. Before I can protest my lead is unhooked and I am tied to a rope coming from the doghouse.
"Oh hell no Jase, I will NOT play dog anymore. HA HA game over, I'm done now!" I cry out, but He is not listening to me now.
"No, you will learn your place, you are mine to use as I see fit, now, and until you realize my control of you and start to bark, you will be treated like the animal you are. There are warm pillows and a blanket in the dog house for you puppy, have a nice night, when you bark, I will let you in."
I glare at him, but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care, because he just walks away. I am so pissed I can't even talk, let alone bark. I am not his dog, and I refuse to act like one! Going into the doghouse, I curl up on the pillows and cover up with the blanket. I will win this game, and he will realize I am a slave by choice, not because of his command to be one. If he were to ask nicely, I would bark, but to command me like he is, I refuse! I will win his game!
I am awaken from my fitful sleep, hearing the bus leave and a thump of dog bowls outside of the door. I crawl out of my makeshift bed, it's cold out here, and so I leave the blanket over my back. Oh God, I think, shuddering at the food I was given, it's leftovers, cold, from what he cooked the kids for breakfast. I turn my nose up and go back into the doghouse. I refuse to eat that slop, or bark now. I am so pissed.
The rope is being pulled and I am being drug out of the doghouse. The lead is reattached to my collar and I craw back into the house, knowing happily I had won.
"I notice you spent the night outside in the cold and never once barked." He says to me, matter-of-factly.
"That's right." I say, smiling happily.
"I am saddened to hear that, since the training must continue now. Again, no talking unless it is a bark, you hear me?" He says, looking down at me sternly.
I just look up at him and glare at him once again. Iif he wants to keep this up, I will. I will not bark for him! I hear a knock at the door and then it opens, I see about 15 men walk through the door, all carrying various things with them. Some have whips, others have dildos and still others have bags of what seems to be groceries.
"Ahh, right on time men, lets get on with it, she didn't break last night." Master says to them, pulling on my lead and pulls me into the bedroom. Only it…it doesn't look like our bedroom…it's changed, there is a cross where the bed was, and there are chains all over the room, hanging from the ceiling, and coming up from the floor. I pause to take it all in, and a large pair of hands pick me up around my waist and I am fastened to the cross. I can see master, sitting in a chair in the corner. I have hands roaming all over my body, and my head is spinning. I have never been used like this, master doesn't share me with anyone, and when he does allow me to put on a show for others, he has a 30 minute time limit. Hurriedly I glance around the room and look at the clock, its 8:43am, I can't do the math right now, so I assume that 9:20 is close to 30 min. I can hold out for that long.
After about 20 min. master stands and all the men in the room turn to look at him.
"Ok, here is what's going to happen: She is only to be released when she barks, until then, she is to be treated as severely as you desire. If she talks, make her stop, there is only one rule, she is not to be gagged. I want to hear her when she barks, so gags are not to be used." Master says, all the men in the room nodding in agreement.
I look at the clock again but now master is taking it away! It is as if time was frozen with only 10 min. left of this ordeal. Master sits back in the chair, his long legs extended out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, he pulls his cowboy hat down over his eyes and folds his arms across his chest. I am taken off the cross and laid on the floor and chained down with my ass up in the air. I am trying hard to see master, but they tie me face down, and I can't look around. The first sensation I feel is someone at my ass opening. Then the emina flows into me, I have had it happen before, and so it was nothing to take it. Then I feel more liquid then ever, I hear them all laugh and notice by way of sounds, they are starting a 3rd bag. It is only ½ empty when they pull it out and replace it with a plug. Oh God it hurts so badly, I want it out of me, but the plug is not letting it go anywhere. My head is jerked off the floor just a bit, and someone goes ‘Going to bark doggy?" I spit at him. And he smacks me hard across the face.
