Hello you naughty girls and boys!
Pet ownership can be a beautiful thing, and pets and owners come in all sorts of varieties. Julia has a new pet and this is a peek into one morning of her playing with her new Puppy.
This is also a little different from my usual stories here thus far and any feedback and comments would be appreciated. I think I have achieved what I set out to do but some of that will be determined by you, the reader.
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The kids were off to school and Peggy made her way to the house on Oak St. Not wasting any time she made her way around back and down the concrete stairs to the basement door. She unlocked the door and looked behind her before she stepped inside. It really wouldn't matter much if someone saw her, but she often wondered if anyone had seen her, or might see her someday.
Quickly she dismissed the thought and made her way across the dark room. Standing in the corner she began to take off her clothes. As she removed them she folded them quickly and placed them in the small dresser next to her in the corner. There was also a small drawer to hold her keys and wallet.
Once completely naked, she walked over to the beam, casting a glance at the dog bed and blanket on the floor. Those simple items filled her with a mix of fear, excitement, and wonder. She moved past them and reached the upright. Hanging on a small nail was a collar, a dog collar; her collar.
It wasn't ornate. In fact it was a rather simple collar and before this all began she would not have thought much about it. But now she knew the collar much better and now she wondered about other collars. She wondered what could be the best collar, the best for her, if she was able to choose.
Slowly and deliberately she placed the collar around her neck. Then she shut the small lock. The key was almost certainly on the other side of the room in one of the small glass jars full of random screws, but she was not allowed to check beforehand. She was to lock the collar with the understanding that she didn't get to decide when it came off. That thought once again sent a shiver through her. Now naked and collared, she stood straight and took a few deep breaths.
She then walked over to the base of the wooden stairs. She looked up the staircase where she could see light coming from under the door. She thought she heard sounds of movement, but it could have been her imagination. Slowly she leaned forward and placed her hands on a higher step. Then she began to crawl up the stairs until she was at the door.
The wooden staircase felt old and familiar. It was worn from years of use and she wondered if in the years before the current owners if anyone else had ever climbed the stairs as she was now, naked and on all fours.
She scratched at the door and waited. She could hear someone on the other side of the door but they didn't seem to be approaching. She scratched again. Then she scratched once more and added a whine and whimper. It worked. She could hear the footfalls coming closer.
Above her head she heard the sound of the lock being turned and then the door was opened. The light was bright compared to the darkness of the basement and she squinted for a moment as she looked up at the woman who had opened the door.
"Morning Puppy."
Of course Puppy didn't say anything. Puppies don't talk. That's just silly. Puppy looked up the long and lovely legs of the woman. She was dressed in simple white cotton underwear and nothing else. Her lovely breasts, which were way up beyond her lovely tummy, were free of any restrictive clothing. She smiled down at Puppy as she picked up a leash from beside the door.
Then Mistress leaned over and attached the leash to Puppy's collar. Puppy looked down at her bare feet, so as to better present her neck to Mistress. Once the leash was snapped into place Mistress stepped back and pulled Puppy into the room, then closed and locked the basement door.
"I hope Puppy has been a good girl. Shall we take a little walk?"
Puppy loved to take walks. She loved spending any time with Mistress; making Mistress happy. And being with her made Puppy happy. Mistress headed into the kitchen and Puppy followed. Puppy admired Mistress's calves and feet. Mistress had such beautiful skin.
Mistress made a stop at the counter, maybe picking up her coffee. Mistress loved her morning coffee. Sure enough, Puppy saw the bottom of her white ceramic mug as she stepped away from the counter.
Mistress then walked Puppy around the table. She stopped a couple times. Maybe she was looking at magazines or mail on the table. And she also stopped to look out the window. As she stood at the window Puppy rubbed her cheek on Mistress's calf. Her skin was so soft.
Mistress then walked Puppy to the porch door. The door led out into the backyard. Puppy was excited and scared to look out the porch door. It was still the backyard and there was a high fence, but it was also the outside world. Puppy knew she would walk out there someday, but she wasn't ready yet.
"Would Puppy like to go outside? Does Puppy want to go outside for a walk?"
Puppy did not want to go outside and she quickly walked backward away from the door as far as her leash would allow. She wasn't ready. Outside was scary. Puppy wanted to stay safe inside.
"No? No going outside today? Okay Puppy but someday soon you'll need to go outside, if only for a few minutes in the yard."
Mistress waited giving Puppy a chance to change her mind but Puppy had already made up her mind. Someday she would go out but not today. She only hoped Mistress wouldn't make her go out; not yet.
"Okay Puppy, we'll stay inside today."
Puppy was glad to hear that. She ran up to Mistress and pushed her head between her legs, rubbing her cheeks back and forth between her calves. Mistress was so good to her.
"Okay Puppy, calm down. Let's get you some food."
Mistress walked her over to her bowl. Puppy was hungry and ready for food. She tried to be patient but her tail was wagging as Mistress attached her leash to a hook on the wall. Then Mistress took the box out of the cupboard. She leaned down and poured the food into Puppy's bowl.
It was like the cereal Brian and Samantha ate in the mornings before going off to school. But Puppy's food didn't have all the bright colors. It was just tasty O's for Puppy to eat.
Puppy was ready to eat but she knew she had to wait until Mistress was done and gave her permission. Only naughty puppies ate too soon. So she waited, with her tail wagging as Mistress took the milk from the refrigerator.
Mistress squatted low and pet Puppy's head. Puppy loved that. Then Mistress poured the milk in Puppy's bowl. Still Puppy knew she had to wait. Mistress stood back up and returned the milk to the refrigerator. Then she turned to look at Puppy.
"Okay Puppy, time to eat."
And then Puppy pushed her face into the bowl. The milk was cold on her face; that would wake her up. And then Puppy began lapping up the milk and eating her food. As Puppy ate, Mistress walked away into another room. Puppy wanted to be with Mistress but she had to finish eating first. So Puppy ate.
Puppy ate her food and thought about how thankful she was to have such a nice owner, Mistress always took good care of her. She would spend the morning with Mistress and Mistress would play with her. Puppy was happy.
Puppy finished her food, but she couldn't go anywhere. Her leash was attached to the wall. Mistress didn't want Puppy running around when she was supposed to be eating. But now Puppy was done and she needed Mistress to give her permission to come and play.
"Woof, woof."