On Lilas Leash

Author's Note: If you read my Obedient series, this is gonna be very similar. I wanted to try the concept out with different characters who have a different relationship dynamic. This story is pretty heavy on the humiliation side, so if that's not something you're interested in, consider yourself warned. Thank you for reading!

All I did was ask Lila what she was making for dinner. Looking back now, that was a mistake. She was sitting next to me on the couch and I was in the middle of a game. I pulled my headset down to ask her what she planned on making for dinner. Without saying anything, she got up went to the kitchen.

She was obviously pissed off, but I barely gave it a thought. Let her be mad. It's how it had always been between us. I wore the pants in the relationship. I was the king of the castle. If I told her to go make dinner, I expected her to do it. Lila had never had a problem with it. I was under the impression that she wanted to be with a real man. I paid the bills so she didn't have to work. All that I asked in return was that she cook, clean, and get down on her knees when I asked. Up until that night I thought we had a great thing going. She was a perfect, little housewife for me and an even better slut in bed. I couldn't have asked for more.

Over the sounds of the game, I heard her talking with one of her friends on the phone. It barely registered in my mind. Lila came up next to me and held her phone out. I glanced at it and then went back to my game, "What?"

Lila still held the phone in front of my face. "Sophie is on the phone. She wants to talk to you."

"What the fuck for?" I had no idea why one of her stupid friends would want to talk to me. Lila held the phone back to her ear, listened for a second and then switched it to Speaker.

"Hey, Tom! This is Lila's friend Sophie. I know this is last minute, but you guys absolutely have to come over for dinner tonight. I need to catch up with Lila and my husband has been slaving away all afternoon making a dinner you do not want to miss."

Obviously, I had no interest in going over Lila's friend's house for dinner. I was all set to tell her that it would have to be another night. I opened my mouth to say that, but what came out instead was, "Uh yeah, sure."

"Perfect!" Sophie exclaimed. "Now, turn your game off and head over here. Dinner's almost ready!"

Lila said, "Thanks, Soph!" and then hung up the phone. I was still trying to process what had just happened. I turned off the TV. Lila had a weird smirk on her face.

"What the fuck was that about?" I asked her.

"I was talking to her and saying we should catch up sometime and she suggested tonight."

"And so just like that we're dropping everything and going over there?"

She smiled at me, "You're the one who said yes."

I did say yes. I couldn't for the life of me understand why. I wanted to tell her I changed my mind and to call her friend back and tell her to reschedule. But, oddly, the thought of a fully cooked meal waiting for me felt like too much to pass up. How bad could it be, I thought, at least I'll get dinner out of the deal.

So that was how I found myself at their front door being welcomed in by Sophie's husband. He was wearing an apron and had clearly been pulled away from the kitchen to answer the door. He introduced himself as Matt and shook my hand, but he couldn't manage to look me in the eye. I thought he must have been the most whipped man alive, running around doing all the cooking for his wife's impromptu dinner party. The oven started beeping and he excused himself to go deal with it.

Just then Lila's friend came walking down the stairs and I saw why he was so whipped.

"Lila! It's so good to see you!" They embraced at the bottom of the stairs. Sophie turned to me, "And you must be Tom, I'm Sophie."

"Nice to meet you, Sophie." My voice probably dropped an octave in the presence of Sophie. Lila was cute and petite and had a sexy librarian vibe, but Sophie was in another league. She barely fit in her low-cut top. Lila usually needed some encouragement to let out her inner slut, but Sophie seemed like she was born to be a cock tease. All of a sudden, I was much more on board with these dinner plans.

Matt poked his head into the room and apologized to Sophie, saying he had forgotten to get bread to go with dinner. All Sophie did was smile at him and tell him, "Go get some." He snapped to follow his wife's order as fast as any man I'd ever seen. I had never seen anyone so pussy-whipped. Already I was getting a good picture of how pathetic this guy was and why Sophie might be desperate for extra-marital male attention. Maybe she could use a man with a backbone, I thought. It would be fun to make this woman who looked like a sex-goddess wear a leash for me.

Sophie and Lila were making small talk and I wasn't paying attention. It occurred to me that I had Lila so completely under my thumb that I might be able to swing bringing Sophie in as a third. I probably wouldn't even have to cheat. I imagined having Sophie choke on my cock while Lila burned with jealousy as I gave all my attention to her hotter friend. I thought she might end up regretting dragging me over here for dinner.

"Well, Tom?" I snapped out of my daydreams when Sophie spoke.

"Hmm?"

"I asked you to bring dinner out to the table for us, while Matt is out getting the bread. We're going to go sit down."

"Uh, yeah, sure," Almost as a reflex, I got up and went to the kitchen. Why the fuck was I about to serve Sophie food in her own house? God, I was acting as bad as this Matt guy. From the other room, I heard the women giggling as they settled into the dining room. I picked up the dish of mashed potatoes and walked into the dining room with the full intention of telling Sophie that she could get the rest or she could get her bitch of a husband to do it. Lila had this stupid smirk on her face, like there was a joke I wasn't getting. It was infuriating. I was about to tell Sophie off. I had the words in my mouth, but when I opened my mouth the words were gone.

"Tom, Honey. Don't forget the other dishes," Lila prodded.

"Yes, go grab the rest, Tom," Sophie told me.

I turned around and walked back into the kitchen. Why the fuck did I do that? Both Lila and Sophie were laughing. They weren't even hiding it. I heard Lila say "Holy Shit, Soph. I didn't believe you." She didn't believe what? That this friend of hers just had to flutter her eyelids at me and she'd have me doing everything she asked? Well, I was done. Absolutely done. I was going to go back in there and tell them to fuck off. I grabbed the green beans off the counter and brought them into the dining room, dropping them right in front of Sophie.

Before I could give them a piece of my mind, Sophie looked me in the eyes and said, "Don't forget the roast, Tom." That eye contact with her flushed every other thought out of my brain. I was completely lost in how it felt to be held by her gaze for a moment. Before I came back to myself, I already had the roast in hand and was walking back to the dining room. I had no idea what the fuck had gotten into me.

This time I set the dish down and got as far as pulling a chair out for myself, when Sophie interrupted me, "Can you give us a little privacy?"

I lost my shit. "What the fuck? No! I'm sitting down!" I was fully intending on sitting my ass in the chair and daring her to do something about it, but somehow my wires got crossed. I stomped out to the living room before I even realized what I was doing.

I paced up and down in their living room, trying to figure out how this evening had gone so wrong. Ever since I had walked through that front door, I had done everything Sophie said. I needed to leave. It was something about this woman or this house, but I wasn't myself. I could just walk out the front door, get in the car, and clear my head. Lila would have some serious fucking explaining to do tonight.

Sophie called me from the other room, "Alright, Tom, you can come back."

"Fuck no! I'm leaving. Lila, you can stay here with this bitch if you want." Even as I said this I stood up to leave. My feet didn't listen and carried me into the dining room instead. When I turned the corner, both girls had these huge grins on their faces. I hated them both.

"You're not going anywhere, Tom."

I started in again, "If you think I'm ju-"

Sophie held a finger up to her lips and shushed me. It was like someone turned down the volume on my voice. My words faded away and I stood there unable to make any noise. I was still stood over this woman who was half my size, but there was something about the comfortable look on her face as she ordered me around that made my stomach tighten.

She turned her chair to face me. "Get on your hands and knees, Tom." I dropped to the ground like someone else had the controls to my body. I craned my neck up to look at her, with her legs crossed. The way she was leaning back in her chair made her look like a queen on a throne. "You seem a little confused. You're probably not used to doing what you're told. Lila tells me you're very domineering at home."

I tried to respond, to tell her that it wasn't any of her business what Lila and I did at home. But even as my mouth moved, no sound came out. Sophie smirked, "You can't disobey me, Tom. You don't have it in you." She looked at Lila, "I don't think he believes me. Should I prove it to him?"

Lila looked at me for a moment. I didn't recognize the hardness in her eyes. Without breaking eye contact she said, "Show him."

Sophie leaned toward me. For a moment, I got a brief a glimpse down her shirt. It had been only minutes ago that I had been fantasizing about having this woman on a leash, about dominating both her and Lila. Somehow that had all been flipped on its head. I was on my knees at the mercy of these two women. Lila looked like she was having a blast, watching me squirm.

"Haven't you realized, Tom, that all night I've been having you do tricks for me? You're like a dog following every sit, stay, and fetch command I give you. The reason Lila brought you to me tonight is so I could give you some badly needed obedience training."

I stared back, trying to throw all my hate back at her with my eyes. I was so furious at being embarrassed like this and being laughed at. It felt like I should be able to push through whatever hold she had on me. It should have been so easy to stand up and run for the door, but as hard as I strained my legs didn't move.

"It seems like you still don't believe me. Bark for me, Tom."

Before I even realized what I was doing, I started barking. I would try to form words, and all that would come out were barks and yelps. My cheeks burned. Lila and Sophie were doubled over with laughter. I felt like I couldn't look Lila in the eye.

At that moment, the front door opened. Matt walked back in with the bread in hand. He saw me on the floor. A hint of a smile crossed his lips. I tried desperately to meet his eyes and ask him what the fuck was happening to me. What came out instead was a bark. As Matt walked by me on the way to the kitchen, he patted my head and said, "Good Boy."

"Tom, look at me," Sophie said. I looked up into her eyes, even though I was terrified of what she might make me do. "I have complete control over you. I tell you what to do and you do it. It's that simple. There's no fighting it. The easiest way to show you that is by making you embarrass yourself. But believe me, if I told you to walk out into traffic, you wouldn't break stride."

I gulped.

Sophie continued, "Lila is a sweet girl. She deserves much better than a lazy man barking orders at her from the couch. Don't you agree?" I stared back at her, refusing to agree.

"Tom, from now on you are going to do whatever Lila says, the same way that you can't resist obeying me. I think with some training you'll learn to worship her like she deserves."

I looked over at Lila. I was seeing her in a new light. She wasn't just the soft-spoken woman I thought I knew, beneath that there was this new Lila who loved seeing me on my knees in front of a powerful woman.

"Tom, come here," Lila ordered, pointing at the floor by her chair. I crawled over to her and stopped at her feet. Lila beamed at Sophie. "It worked!"

Sophie laughed. "Of course, it worked. He's a pathetic, little dog who can't help but obey you. I'm sure you'll have him house-trained in no time."

Lila looked down her nose at me, kneeling at her feet. "Stay!" My body locked into place. I couldn't move a muscle. Lila patted my head like she would a real dog, "Good boy!"

Matt came back in the room and asked the girls if they were ready to eat. They started eating as if I wasn't even there. I was starving. I had been hungry before we came over Sophie's house and now my stomach was rumbling. I wanted to ask them if they had any intention of letting me have a plate. The only sound I made was a whimper. Without looking down at me, Lila said, "Quiet, Tom." I went completely silent. "Dogs don't get to eat at the table. I'll pick you up some kibble on the way home."

God, I fucking hated her in that moment. She couldn't make me eat dog food. Absolutely fucking not. This control had gone to Lila's head so quickly. Whatever freaky mind-control powers Sophie had over me were letting Lila pretend I was her bitch to boss around. I couldn't wait until we got home and I didn't have to obey everything Sophie said.

At one point in the meal, Lila dropped a piece of meat from her plate. It hit the floor right in front of me. Lila glanced down at me and said, "Pick that up for me, Tom."

I was hungry, but I was not eat-off-the-floor hungry. Yet at her command I bent down and ate it off the floor. I felt sick to my stomach. Shame tinted my cheeks. I could not believe how quickly I had been broken down and dominated by these two women. I needed to get away and get out of Sophie's influence. If I could just get away from Sophie, I was sure that Lila's control of me would fade and I could pay Lila back for embarrassing me like this. I just needed to get out of this goddamn house.

They took their time enjoying the meal, acting as if there was nothing unusual about me kneeling on the floor at Lila's feet. Finally, Lila thanked them for dinner and said it was time for her to head home. She stood up to leave and told me to follow her. Sophie stood up as well and the two of them embraced. I saw Sophie whisper something in Lila's ear. Both of them giggled and turned to look at me.

Lila said, "She's right, Tom. I can't take you outside off leash. Wear this leash for me, Baby."

I felt an invisible collar clasp around my neck. Lila held her hand out like she was holding the end of a leash. She gave it a sharp tug. I fell over, face first, into Sophie's carpet. My body believed the leash existed and reacted accordingly to being yanked.

Lila walked me to the front door. I padded on my hands and knees as quickly as I could do avoid being choked again. My heart sank when I realized that we were going to continue playing this game outside. Lila was fully intending on making me crawl behind her to the car. I hated her so much in that moment. I hoped no neighbors would be looking out their windows.

As she opened the door, Lila looked down at me, "Don't forget to thank Sophie for having us over for dinner, Tom."

My body complied with the only noise I could make. I barked at Sophie. Lila tousled my hair and said, "Good boy!"