Penelope was getting used to living alone since the divorce. She put the house up for sale, and was just waiting for confirmation of the moving date. She couldn't wait to escape to a new life in the country. In the meantime she was concentrating on dieting and fitness, ready to enjoy that new life to the full.
A new regime had worked well, as the pounds melted away, and her body became toned. Most significantly, it was without the usual boring effort that usually defeated her efforts. It made her feel a little sensitive at first, though she became used to the extra attention. Whether parking, shopping, or anywhere else she went, men were being so helpful. At thirty-four she had felt old. With the reshaped body, came a new vigour bounding into her life.
Tonight was going to be an experiment, in preparation for the free life style a move to the country would bring. Rather than exercise in the conventional confines of the bedroom, it was decided to experience the fresh air, and freedom of outdoors. Not too risky an adventure, for it was a secluded back garden. She felt safe enough behind high hedges, between neighbours' gardens.
The gown slid to the ground, leaving her naked in the warm evening air. The sense of liberation felt wonderful. She was free of city stress, almost reborn. This is how it would be in the country, away from the hustle of city life. She made a lucky investment from the divorce settlement, and together with the house sale, could take early retirement.
Penelope sat cross legged on a rug, preparing for the routine meditation session; starting with a silent chanting. A deep hypnotic trance soon overtook her. It was this that enabled Penelope to maintain the diet, and practice tedious exercises. She stood perfectly still for a moment or two, then started a ballet of serene tai chi movements, designed to instil self-discipline.
The therapist had warned her to practise the full sessions just twice a week, though of course she ignored him. With successful results spurring her on, she began practising everyday. Compliments and attention drove her on, to relentlessly pursue a perfect figure.
Every morning before work, and now this evening, she deepened the hypnotic trance, enabling her to hone her body into an athletic peek of perfection.
She stood serenely still at the end of the first set of exercises. In dismay Penelope heard a commanding voice behind her. It was frightening at first.
"Sit!" commanded the disembodied voice.
She plonked herself down on the rug. In a whirl of fearful thoughts she wondered who the hell had invaded her private space. This garden was her little piece of the countryside, tucked away behind the house, in a busy city street.
She heard muffled sounds, and realised the voice emanated from a neighbour's garden, not in hers. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Up, up," the voice commanded.
She stood up as ordered. Penelope realised she had sat at his command, and was now standing as instructed. She was following a neighbour's instructions.
'Shit! How in hell did that happen?' she angrily thought. 'What the hell is he doing? Damn the stupid man. How dare he intrude upon my privacy!' she cursed silently.
"Sit!" her neighbour clearly said, in an exaggerated voice of command. "Roll over!" he ordered, with an encouraging flair to his voice.
Rolling off the blanket onto the grass, she worried what would happen next. She tried to resist, though it seemed she was compelled to follow his instructions.
'What the hell did he think he was doing?' She felt so helpless and stupid.
Penelope hoped the timer would buzz soon. It was a backup trigger. As soon as she heard the timer, she would be free of the hypnotic trance. It occurred to her this was exactly why the therapist told her not to use the hypnosis too often. It had become so strong and overwhelming, she had lost control.
"You're a good little puppy, good little puppy dog," the neighbour said, with enthusiasm.
She smiled to herself on realising what he was doing. She remembered the old guy next door talking about buying a puppy. She giggled happily, realising he was training it in the back garden, just the other side of the hedge.
She felt good about herself, feeling pleased with the relaxed attitude achieved, despite this strange situation. She didn't realise the happy feeling had something to do with being told she was a 'good little puppy'.
Penelope laughed quietly over what was happening. The nice man was commanding a helpless, naked woman, and would be very shocked if he knew. She chuckled quietly, wondering if she dare tell him before moving out of the area. Obviously leaving out that she had been naked at the time.
Feeling it was one of those stupid situations that just happen, she decided to give in and go along with it. She felt calm and happy about it, no longer worried. After all, he would simply go inside shortly, and if not, the timer was due to loudly buzz at any moment.
"Roll over, that's a good puppy. You like your tummy stroked don't you. You're my lovely little puppy dog, yes you are," he soothed.
On her back with limbs in the air, she beamed a bright smile. "Yes master, I'm your lovely little puppy. Your little puppy loves her tummy stroked," she quietly replied.
She giggled to herself, as the joyful and playful mood took over.
'If only he could see me now!' she thought. He was missing out on having a well shaped, naked young woman at his mercy. Penelope thought it was a great joke, and felt exhilarated.
'If he knew I could hear him talking soppy over a puppy, he would be so embarrassed,' she thought. He always presented himself as a responsible gentleman in the community. The young neighbour on the other side of the garden would certainly have taken advantage of her.
With a little shudder of pleasure, at the thought of being taken advantage of, she became aroused. He was handsome, with strong shoulders, and a cute ass. It would be nice for once to shed the restricting inhibitions of society, and just do what comes natural. Giving her body to him would be a great pleasure. No responsibility, no recriminations, no moral inhibitions, no next morning regrets. Just letting him take her would be nice.
Thankfully it was nearly time for the timer to go off, otherwise, she might get carried away. A loud orgasm on the back lawn might attract unwelcome attention. It wasn't encouraged in this well-to-do neighbourhood. A comfortable dreamy smile lit her face. It might be pleasant letting go her inhibitions, to be just a dumb bitch for awhile.
She missed what was said, for he must have walked away from the near side of the hedge. His loud voice sounded suddenly close, jarring her from a naughty daydream.
"Fetch, come on! Do as you're told! Fetch! Fetch the ball," he sternly commanded.
Penelope scrambled up on all fours, looking around the garden with a bemused expression. There wasn't anything to fetch. Perhaps the link to his commands might have been broken now. She was on all fours looking down the garden, when a tennis ball rolled into sight.
Without thinking she got up and ran for it. Catching it on the run, she crouched low and pushed through a gap in the hedge. It was out of the way at the end of the garden, forgotten about, and unfortunately rediscovered.
