It was a dreadfully long, lonely day for the puppy waiting for her Master's return. Earlier she had gone thru her usual morning rituals, waking Master with her warm hungry mouth, bathing him with her hands and tongue, fixing his breakfast and sitting patiently on the floor next to him while he ate, cleaning up...all routine but each in their own way completely satisfying for her. With even the smallest service she did for her Master, she made his life easier, brought him comfort and pleasure and she lived to do just those things.
Sometimes, when he left her home alone for the day, he left her free to take care of her chores around the house. Sometimes, he left her bound to the bed or over the furniture, helpless and exposed, ready to be played with or taken at his leisure when he returned. Sometimes, like this morning, he left her locked securely inside her cage with a blanket for comfort, her bowls in the corner with water and kibble and a couple of her favorite chew toys. Before he'd closed her inside, he'd stuffed the dildo into her pussy and the plug with held her tail into her ass.
Shortly after purchasing her cage, he'd had a harness special made for her, it held the dildo and plug firmly in place, allowing her tail to fall properly down her thighs and even had an opening for her to pee without having to remove it all. The only thing she couldn't do was touch herself, her clitty was completely covered and there was no room whatsoever for her to ride on the dildo. It was maddening to feel the constant urgent throbbing of her pussy and ass around the plugs, feeling them rub together with each small move she made and not be able to bring herself to climax. Around her nipples he'd placed small rings which held them firmly engorged and kept them sore. Over them she wore a special bra which, again, allowed no access to probing fingers. She waited, trying to get comfortable in her cramped cage, trying to ignore her arousal and listening intently for the sounds that would signal her Master's return.
As the hours wore on, her torment increased. She could feel the leather of her harness becoming saturated with her juices and then her thighs become slick with them. Her nipples ached to be released from the rings, until they became a constant nagging pain. She couldn't lie still, she dreaded moving and on top of everything else, her water bowl was empty and she had to pee. Ignoring her bladder became her one overriding concern now, she couldn't pee in her cage, Master would be so angry at her if she did that. She paced back and forth on hands and knees, begging out loud for her Master to return though she knew she was forbidden to speak when Master had her in puppy mode. She didn't care, all she could think of was the needs of her own body. Just when she thought she could hold out no longer and was thinking of the best place to go, she heard the sound of his key in the door and knew he was home. Her pleading whines met him as soon as he got inside and closed the door.
"Uh oh" she heard him exclaim as he walked towards the cage "sounds like something's wrong with my puppy." He stood looking down at her as her whimpering increased in both volume and urgency. Looking around her cage, he spied the empty water bowl and laughed to himself. "What's the matter puppygirl" he asked playfully "does my puppy have to go potty?" She tried desperately to relay her need by wagging her tail and staring intently at the locked cage door. She heard him laughing happily, enjoying her discomfort and her antics. "Hmmmmmmm, I guess she does" he chuckled to himself "OK puppy, I'll let you out." He unlocked the door and as he was pulling it open, he grabbed her leash and attached it just as she was emerging. She was confused, he never had leashed her to go to the bathroom before but she turned and began to crawl in a b-line for the bathroom door. He pulled her up sharp when she hit the end of the leash.
"Not that way puppy" he told her "come with me now." Even more confused and bewildered she followed as he led her to the back door and opened it, stepping out into the back yard. It hit her then and she balked, pulling back on the leash and trying to go back in the direction of the bathroom. "PUPPY HEEL!!!!!!!" Her Master had worked with her diligently for several weeks training her to respond immediately to both word commands and hand gestures until she had no will to disobey, she knew this was another test of that training. His words and tone brought her up short, she hated it but she knew she had no choice and turning, followed him into the yard. He walked her over to some bushes and looked down at her "you can go now puppy" was all that he said. This was terrible!! He couldn't expect her to do this, he just couldn't. She looked up at him, thinking to beg him not to make her do this thing but, when she saw him cock that eyebrow at her, she knew she must do it or face disappointing him. Disappointing her Master was never an option for her. Lowering her head, she could feel the heat of her blush burning her face. She leaned back on her haunches and after a couple of moments, emptied herself on the lawn.
"Good puppy" he praised as he patted her head, "heel puppy." He led her back into the house and she dragged along behind him, her tears doing nothing to cool her still hot cheeks. Once in the living room again, he sat in his big comfy chair and she sat at his feet. "Was that so hard for you my puppygirl?" he asked. She leaned her head against his knee, her tears soaking the fabric of his pants. He reached down and lifted her chin, smiling down at her. "I'm very proud of you" he told her gently "I know you almost lost it a time or two but, you got yourself back under control and that pleases me greatly." His words were a balm to her heart and she found herself smiling back thru her tears.
