The fire popped and crackled in the old brick hearth. Lori watched as the flames glided across the charred wood and little cinders danced in the air above them. The metal, heart-shaped tag on her tight, pink, leather collar jingled as she shifted a bit to get more comfortable on the hard floor. She still wasn't accustomed to having to kneel all the time, but it was getting easier—much to her dismay. The heat of the blaze washed over her naked body in sultry waves. She was flushed, but not merely from the fire.
Lori glanced up at Master, the man who legally owned her by the laws of Brentwood, a strange community of which she was only beginning to learn. Master was sitting in his well-worn, overstuffed easy-chair reading as he did most evenings while she knelt by his side. She didn't know him by any other name but "Master," though she'd invented plenty of choice names for him when he'd first brought her to his home. Master was so intent on his book that he paid her absolutely no attention, which normally would have been just fine with Lori. Tonight, however, was different.
He'd kept her naked since her arrival. While she was still very much aware of her nudity, and deeply ashamed of it, her embarrassment had become a bit numbed over the last few months. She still remembered how horrible it was to crawl out of the cramped, plastic pet-carrier for the first time with her little breasts hanging down and her freshly-shaved pussy exposed to him no matter how tightly she squeezed her legs together. It was worse coupled with the recent realization that the so-called "pet shop" where he'd bought her had "disabled" her for her new life as a helpless house pet. Just like a real dog, she'd have to "walk" on all fours. Also her hands had been deadened and were as useless as a dog's paws. They'd taken her speech as well. With training Lori eventually learned how to make all the basic doggy noises such as barking, whining, etc, but she'd never speak again.
Despite all of her girlish charms being in full view and her being helpless to escape after her bodily modifications, he'd never once looked at her with visible lust or taken sexual advantage of her helplessness. He'd never looked at her as anything more than a silly little animal. After a few days, once the initial fear of rape subsided, Lori found her fragile confidence threatened by his complete
lack
of interest. It was horrible to think, but she would have at least liked him to notice that she was naked and completely vulnerable!
Lori had precisely zero experience with men. She was a bookish girl—quiet and aloof—and she had an appearance that discouraged notice even further. Standing, when she had been able to stand, at only 4' 9'' she was easy to miss. She had a spritely figure to match, weighing no more than 90 pounds at her heaviest, and still not truly needing a bra at age 18. Her lack of height and womanly endowments made her terribly self-conscious. She was also very aware of how pale she was from staying inside all the time. The only thing that she had any confidence about was her long raven-colored hair, which Master had ordered cut short on her first trip to the groomers—much to her distress. After which they were arranged in ridiculous high pigtails sticking straight out of the sides of her head, which were referred to as "dog ears." They were usually embellished with pink ribbons tied in large bows and this night was no exception.
She snuck another look at Master. She didn't want him to know that she was watching him—studying him—with her big brown eyes. This was the man who had bought her, humiliated her, trained her like a dog, and yet he seemed more than a captor and a sadist to her that evening. Lori had to admit to herself, he was good looking. He was a tall, well-built man with short hair almost as dark as her own. He had a full beard that he kept combed and well-groomed. Over the last few days she had begun to wonder if that beard would be soft or coarse to the touch.
In her short time at college, Lori saw how easy it was for the other girls to get laid—or even just to
talk
to boys. It wasn't that she wanted sex per say. She just would have liked to have been admired, or at least noticed. It was bad enough being passed over for drunken sluts slogging around in their flannel pajama bottoms and flip-flops. Now, even when she was naked and a man had every right to do with her as he pleased, at least as far as the local law was concerned, Lori still couldn't even get more than a sideways glance!
"Why shouldn't he be interested in me?" Lori wondered to herself as she wriggled with frustration. "I may be skinny and little but I'm—I'm cute!" She thought indignantly as she unconsciously shook her head, making her dog ears dance. The trouble was that she didn't want him to notice her as a pet, but as a girl, or rather as a woman. She reasoned, however, that some attention was better than no attention at all.
Turning her attention outward again, she saw Master's arm was draped over the armrest. His thick fingers hung down the side of the chair. Lori took a deep breath.
"I'll only
act
like a puppy. I'll do it just enough to get him to notice me," she thought and she lowered her head under his fingers.
Lori lifted her head back up so that his fingers touched her hair. She rubbed against them anxiously hoping to get some reaction. His fingers felt good against her scalp as they lazily stroked her silky hair. Lori closed her eyes and took in the sensation, but it ended all too soon. After just a few moments he stopped. Worse, he hadn't even glanced in her direction once. Not to be discouraged, Lori backed up a bit as she developed a new plan of attack.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." She thought as she parted her pink lips.
Her little pink tongue darted out and licked his fingers. He tasted faintly of salt. Lori let the flavor wash over her tongue for a few moments. She felt so dirty, but she savored the taste. Then, hesitantly at first, she began to lick at his fingers in earnest. The small girl found herself beginning to pant, at first just to play up her puppy girl behavior, but then because she found herself becoming more and more aroused by her actions. Her little shaved pussy began to tingle as she lapped at him with her slobbery tongue.
Despite her display, Master didn't take his eyes off his book, but he finally spoke, "My, my, Muffins is affectionate tonight..."
Lori could hear the smile in his voice as she continued to lick. She couldn't tell if he was enjoying her licking or if he was still enjoying humiliating her with that stupid moniker. "Muffins..." How she loathed being called that! The day she arrived in Master's home, he'd given her that name to make fun of her little breasts. It was etched into the tag hanging from her collar, and stenciled on the sides of her pink plastic food bowl and water dish so that she had a hard time ignoring it, and without a voice it was hard to dispute.
He chuckled as he drew his hand away with such speed that Lori was still licking at the air for a few moments before he brought his hand back down to pat her on the head.
"Does Muffins need to go potty?"
Hoping that he hadn't noticed her licking at the air, Lori frowned and squirmed as the tingling between her legs intensified. She knew what she was supposed to do when she needed to "go potty." He meant that she should go to the door and scratch at it with her "paw" until he leashed her and took her outside. More than any part of her training, having to beg to relieve herself and having to do it outside in her designated corner of the yard was almost the worst part. Having to do her business in designated spots while out for her walks was most definitely the worst part!
