Sami was sitting on the train, looking out of the window. She was remembering her last two meetings with her Master, and willing herself to stay calm. This was the first time she had been invited to his house, and she was very nervous. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, more that she had always been in a familiar environment, and that somehow had made it easier.
She looked around herself at the people on the train, and wondered what they would think if they knew what was going on inside her head. She wondered how many of them might possibly have the same "interests". Her eyes lingered on a man, wondering if he was dominant inside, if he knew by looking at her that she would submit to her Master again in just under an hour.
Some of the passengers around her had food from the buffet carriage, and although Sami had had no breakfast, she was far too nervous to eat. She tried closing her eyes to doze until she arrived, but her mind was too active, with all the things she was imagining.
As Sami shifted in her seat, she became aware once again that she was not wearing any underwear. This had been on her Master's orders, and she had been determined to follow them perfectly. Her pussy was shaved and prepared as instructed, dabbed with just a small amount of perfume. She turned bright red at the thought of being so close to all these strangers and not being properly clothed. She knew of course that they couldn't possibly know, but the fact that she knew was enough.
Finally the train pulled up at the station and Sami descended onto the platform. She was wearing a black skirt that came to just above her knee and had a small slit at the side, and a light blue, short-sleeved shirt. Although the sun was shining and it was the middle of August, Sami felt a shiver travel through her. Quickly she composed herself and set off for the taxi rank. She wished her Master had been able to meet her at the station, but he'd had some work to finish off, and she'd have to make her own way there.
Sami climbed carefully into the cab, to ensure her skirt did not rise up and show her lack of panties. The cab driver was really chatty and annoying, but Sami tuned him out. It became clear to him that she wasn't looking for a conversation and he left her to her thoughts.
She wondered what her Master had in store for her this time, and was very excited. She couldn't wait to see him again. Since their last meeting, she had felt something growing inside of her, more than just the excitement of their next meeting, but the thought of just being near him. She brushed such thoughts from her mind. Surely it was impossible to fall in love with someone so soon?
The cab finally pulled up outside a semi-detached house with a small but very neat front lawn. Sami was a little surprised. She hadn't really thought about what his house would look like, but she hadn't imagined him to be the gardening type.
As she made her way up the little path leading to the front door, she steadied herself. Once she had her breathing under control, she knocked firmly, three times on the door. About half a minute passed and Sami was beginning to wonder if she had the wrong house, when the door swung open.
"Sami, come in my dear," said that familiar voice.
Sami looked up at her Master, drinking him in, unaware of the large, rather ridiculous grin on her face. As she entered into the hallway, he pushed the door shut behind her and took her in his arms. He held her for a few minutes, stroking her and kissing her hair with tender affection. She melted into him at once.
Without warning, his attitude suddenly changed, and once again he was the aloof dominant, in control of his emotions. He gestured for her to precede him into the living area. Sami looked around the room and noticed that there was some food laid out on the dining table. It made her realise just how hungry she actually was, and right on cue, her stomach growled.
"Ah, I'm glad you're hungry Sami," her Master said with a slight smile. "Please remove your shoes and kneel by the table."
Sami did as she was told, feeling slightly ridiculous. She was used to sitting at the table, not being on the floor next to it like some animal!
Her Master took a seat next to her. Then he pulled a blindfold from his pocket, and tied it tightly around her eyes. She felt something cold against her wrist, and something metal snapped around it. Her hand was pulled to the table leg and she heard metal being wrapped around it, and the other wrist was snapped into another ring of metal. She realised she had been handcuffed.
She sat there for a little while, wondering what was coming next, the silence in the air making her uncomfortable. Why wasn't he speaking? Of course, what Sami didn't know was that her Master was staring at her, taking in the lovely sight before him of his pretty little captive. And now she would be his pet.
Sami could smell something under her nose. It smelt like meat. The next thing she knew, something was being pushed against her lips. She parted them cautiously, and the food was pushed into her mouth. She relaxed as she realised it was a piece of chicken, then stiffened again at the thought of being hand-fed.
Before she had even finished what was in her mouth, she felt something else against her lips, this time it was softer and she guessed it was possibly a vegetable. A slice of cooked carrot was then on her tongue, and she ate it obediently. Again, before she could finish, a small potato was between her lips, and then another piece of chicken.
She tried to close her mouth to stop any more food entering – she already had her mouth full and was trying desperately to swallow, but her Master was enjoying the sight, and forced in another piece of carrot. Sami shook her head and tried to back away, and some of the food slipped out of her mouth and down her chin.
"Now look what you've done, you silly little animal," he remonstrated.
She wanted to wipe the food from her face but was unable to without the use of her hands. He let her sit there for a few minutes with the food dribbling down her. As it dripped onto her shirt, she felt very humiliated.
"If you're going to act like a little puppy, I will treat you like one!" and with that, he stood up and she heard his footsteps dying away.
Soon he was back and she heard two items being put on the floor in front of her. He crouched down next to her and took a fistful of hair at the back of her head. He pushed her head down towards the floor and suddenly she felt something on her face. She realised she was being made to eat from a bowl on the floor. It was too much for her and she struggled and fought against it. How could he treat her like nothing more than a pet dog! She wouldn't eat food from the floor, she just wouldn't!
But it seemed that the choice was not hers to make, as her face was pushed once again into the bowl, and she understood she must eat to breathe. She took some of the food between her teeth and ate, and her Master let her up for air for a few seconds, before forcing her head down again.
Sami thought she has been humiliated before but it was nothing compared to this! Did he not see what he was doing to her!
After Sami had been made to eat all of the food in the bowl, another bowl was pushed under her face. He pushed her head down again and she felt water against her face. She knew what was expected of her and began to lap gingerly at the water. It tasted slightly salty, and it was only then she realised that she had been crying, and the tears were running under the blindfold and down her face.
Once Sami had been fed and watered, the handcuffs were removed and she was led to a chair, feeling defeated once again.
As her Master removed her blindfold he said, "Didn't you enjoy that Sami? Didn't you like being fed?"
