Early Sunday morning.
Dave Styles had just woke up.
Bedhead, wife beater, and a pair of boxers was his chosen attire. After all, he was home alone. Being divorced the last four years he shared custody of their son. Having him most of the time it was nice to relax and not deal with fatherhood. Over the last three weeks he seldom saw much of his boy Eddie. He was either off with his friends or his so called slave. Slave!
Dave Styles had plenty of experience with the whole BDSM lifestyle. He and his ex-wife Carla had practiced the Master/Slave existence for years. Even after Eddie was born. After releasing Carla via divorce he merely dated. He had his fun for certain. Plenty of women out there dabbling. He gave them loads of constrictive attention. Yet, he never wanted more. He was done with marriage.
Shuffling through his home he ended up in the kitchen. A pot of coffee brewed led to two cups black before settling in the living room on his sofa.
Merely sitting there in another world he wondered what had become of Eddie's little slave and her friends. He hadn't heard much from Eddie. His boy was arrogant of late. Choosing to live his own life. Maybe his boy had truly grown into the lifestyle.
"Naaaaaaaaaa!" Dave chuckled aloud.
After a few minutes to muse he heard a timid knock at his front door. Stirring with a grumbled scowl Dave launches himself out of the couch and cautiously peered through the curtain covering a side window.
"Well now! Speak of the devil."
Without bothering to dress more appropriately Dave unlocks and opens his inside door and stands proudly in front of the screen.
Outside the door stood a pleasant surprise.
"Hello, Sir! Is my Master home?"
Britney Foxx had her lengthy brown hair pinned back in a ponytail. This allowed her golden shoulders and neckline to reveal herself dramatically. With hands clasped behind her back, her 34D's were bursting from a spaghetti strapped yellow top. Certainly no bra as her nipples and areolas were apparent.
White stretchy shorts that hugged her thighs led to her long silky legs and sandals.
Dave stares at her without waver nor words for long moments. Allowing Britney to glare back at him with her big brown eyes forced her to eventually look to her feet.
"You know where he is. With his Mom this weekend. You didn't come here to see him."
She suddenly goes mum, uncertain how to respond. He was correct. For the last few weeks all she could think about was his controlling demeanor. Stories of his lifestyle from Eddie led to her hidden desires.
"Admit it or get the hell out of here." He snarled.
His tone made her look up swiftly.
"I am still Eddie's but I wish to learn more than he is teaching me." She offers.
Dave frowns, "Come on! I wasn't born yesterday. My boy's putting on a show. So are you. He's no more your Master than I own a dog."
She fidgets then decides to kneel down on her knees on the Welcome mat. Brit then looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Never said I wanted a dog neither." He hissed.
With a pout she paws at the screen door playfully. She hoped to break his will and let her in. Thoughts of this Man dominating her made her insane.
"Two can play this game Pup."
Dave leaves his door open but vanishes a good five minutes before returning. In his hands was a curled up length of thin white nylon rope. Opening his screen he tosses it to her knees.
"See that tree over there?" He points to the side of his property in plain view of the street.
"Yes, Sir!"
"Take that rope and tie one end around the trunk. The other end you tie around your neck. If you can do that and be patient until I come get you, I'll let you in."
She smiles and swiftly picks up the rope. Shuffling through the yard he observes her tether the rope about the tree. She then faces him and ties the opposite end about her neck. She knew she looked silly but had to maintain her composure. She wanted to prove she was serious.
Dave nodded at her his approval then shut his front door. He intentionally ignored her and went to take a shower before getting dressed.
Britney sat in the yard watching car after car drive by. Each that spotted her either laughed or took interest. A pair of younger boys rode by on bicycles and stopped to scratch their heads.
She sighed at them, "Go away. I bite!"
The boys stood firm until she growled and began barking at them. Her intentions only drew laughter.
Dave watching from his front door curtain chuckled to himself at her behavior. Finally, he decided to open his front door and step out on to his porch. Before yelling at the kids he looked at the bushes beside his step. There lay his newspaper in a rubber band. With a healthy grunt of amusement he steps down and claims it.
Brit was still barking. She knew Dave was watching and she aimed to impress.
Stalking toward her Dave made his way beside her. He turns to the boys who were nervous by his size and stature.
"This is how you shut a dog up." He raises the paper in the air.
With a downward glide he smacks her roughly across the nose. The impact made her eyes water and she held her nose with both hands.
"Bruise that ego? If you can't handle that you stay out here all day."
He turns away after pointing at the boys to move on. The lads had no problem. He scared them with his actions.
As Dave went inside his home Brit sat down Indian style continuing her intent to challenge herself. He let her stay there for an hour longer before opening up his door once more.
"Sun's getting hot. Thirsty?" He holds up a bottled water.
She nods thinking that he was softening up.
Wrong!
Dave Styles steps out with the bottled water but brings a large salad bowl with him. At her feet he sits the bowl in the grass and spills the contents of the water bottle into the bowl.
She eyes his departure back toward the porch where he awaits with folded arms.
Brit crawls on her knees to face the bowl then pouts. Without waver she plants her face into the bowl and laps the water with her tongue. Again and again she drinks until the water gets low.
Dave looks up at the morning sun. Stretching he abandons her to step inside.
Brit growls in her thoughts. He wasn't making this as easy as she assumed. How much longer must she endure this?
Thirty minutes later Dave returns to stand on his front stoop.
Brit had been fidgeting in step for the last few minutes. As she notes his return she opts to open up.
"Sir? I need to pee."
He throws his arms in both directions, "Plenty of yard. Water the grass."
Her eyes bulge as she looks around her to make certain no more children were around. Convinced she was safe she wiggles her shorts to her knees and crouches in the grass. Dave watched her piss and smirked.
Brit couldn't contain her laughter any longer.
Finally, she pulls her shorts back up and moves to stand away from the puddle. Her thoughts were trying to contain her amusement because she needed to show him her serious side. He wasn't buying it still.
Walking toward her casually she kneels in the grass. Ignoring her he chooses to pick up a tiny branch from the tree above them. He points it at her to view then tosses it in the grass to his left.
Brit realizes where this was going and crawls on her hands and knees to the fallen branch. Leaning over her lips clasp the stick and she waltzes back toward him. Idle he removes it from her lips and pats her head. A second later he hurls it further out to his right. Watching her ass wiggle as she obtained the stick once more he had to rub his chin. That was the most perfect little ass in town.
Retrieving the stick from her mouth he nods his approval. She felt confident he was breaking. The moment he saw her smile he tossed the stick once more. Looking behind her she discovered he had tossed it directly into the puddle where she had urinated.
Her eyes erupted like flash bulbs at the sight. Just as fast her eyes narrowed at the distasteful notion of planting her face in her own piss. Who was challenging whom here she thought.
With a deep breath she shuffles toward the stick and hovers over it. The scent alone made her hesitant. Lowering her face then withdrawing she seals her eyes tightly before descent. Her nose and lips both got wet while biting the stick between her teeth. Hurrying she returned to Dave's feet and sat proudly for him to claim it.
"Took you long enough." He glares at her.
He lets her sit there with a grimacing smile on her face. She didn't want to drop it but the taste was horrible. Lips trembling she finally lets it fall from her mouth. After a round of choking gags She notes Dave pick the stick up.
"Did I tell you to drop it?"
"No, Sir!" She whispers while wiping her mouth with her wrist.
"Return to where you pissed."
At his tone she pivots on her knees and crawls back to the spot. She spots his shadow over her in the grass. Before she could look back he grabs her by the hair and forces her entire face into the urine and mud. She struggles slightly as he crouches behind her. As she choked she felt him yank her white shorts down over her ass. Three seconds later the stick swatted her ass cheek. Yelp after yelp. Six impacts from the switch.
Releasing her he stands up and tosses the branch aside.
Brit lifted her face then had second thoughts. Without his assist she plants her own face back into the puddle.
This impressed him finally.
He moves to the tree trunk and unties the nylon rope and curls it around his left arm until it became a lead.
"Be glad you didn't take a shit." He snaps.
She was. The thought had occurred to her.
Yanking her head back by the rope he whistles and points at his side, "HEEL!"
She immediately crawled into position with her shorts still lowered. Brit was afraid to pull them up, let alone look up with her eyes.
"Humiliated?" He asks.
"No, Sir." She coughs.
He shakes his head down at her, "Get's worse."
"I can handle it, Sir."
Dave steps behind her, "Ass on fire?"
"A little." She reacts.
She hears his jeans unzip from behind. The expectation of seeing his cock made her eyes flare up. Instead his hand nudges her forward. All her thoughts could think of was that he was going to fuck her doggy style right here in his front yard for all to see.
