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nelbot -> just the start of a story about puppy play...still working on it...Thoughts? (9/26/2005 10:18:09 AM)
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Vacation from Humanity
Arrival
As we pulled up to the secluded cabin in the late afternoon, I steeled myself for what I knew was coming. Sir had explained to me what was expected of me for our long weekend vacation but had not gone into the particulars; I think he likes me to be surprised. Of course I agreed, how could I not when I want to please him more than anything. I don’t mind being surprised either, I think the anticipation might lead to poor judgment if I were given too much information but as we approached our destination I couldn’t help but feel some trepidation.
“You will wait here while I unload everything.” I nodded my assent to Sir, not sure of myself and not wanting to betray my nervousness with frivolous words. As I waited, I watched Sir unlock the door to the cabin and then return several times to the back of the truck loading in first a couple of large duffle bags, ‘these would be his toys’ I thought to myself, the groceries, then the thing I dreaded- a cage. I knew I would spend quite a bit of time in that this long holiday weekend but it looked impossibly small. My heart was thumping, I feared audibly, as Sir returned and I knew he was coming for me. He opened my door and leaned down to look at me, I imagined I could already see the satisfaction brimming behind the light in his eyes. He held out his hand to me. “Are you ready?” I meekly nodded. “You know my rules, from the moment you enter the cabin you will be my puppy until we leave, is that clear?” Again I nodded, eyes wide, and he leaned in and kissed me gently and ran his hand gently down my cheek then he took my hand in his and led me toward the cabin, closing the vehicle door behind me.
We walked together up to the door of the cabin, his hand in the small of my back, leading me by the hand. I was sure he could feel the slight tremble of muscles beneath my clothes but I was likewise sure that he loved it and found my fear just a little thrilling. Up the stairs to the small wooden porch and then we were at the door, he was opening it and ushering me in and I knew I would be lost as soon as I stepped over the threshold and then I stepped over and the door closed behind us.
“Strip and present” two commands I was familiar with and I quickly complied. As I kneeled on the floor, my ass resting on heels, my hands palm up on my wide spread thighs, I watched silently as Sir started unpacking the first of the two duffle bags. First he handed me two elastic bands “put your hair in pig tails, high up” and I pulled my long brown hair quickly into the two tails that I knew would serve as my puppy ears. Before I was done Sir had already come around me and was fastening thick leather cuffs around each ankle. “Kneel up” and I rose from my heels as Sir took another larger pair of cuffs and reached between my legs with them, buckling them tight around my thighs. “Back down” and I rested again on my heels as he took his large pad locks through the D rings in the cuffs, locking my calves to my thighs. “Good Girl” he said as he patted my rump affectionately and I shamelessly ache at his praise. As Sir moved back around to sit in front of me, he took another thing I could not see out of the bag and then sat in front of me. “Hold your hands out, palms up.” So I offered my hands to him and he closed my fingers down against my palms and as I held my hands out for him he took up a large tube and began to squeeze the clear gel between my fingers, pressing the thumb down sealing my fists. Suddenly I realized it was super glue and I let out a gasp. “No, no. Don’t worry, we’ll take it off with acetone in a couple of days. I just want your paws to be perfect in the meantime.” Oh, I certainly didn’t like this at all, I wasn’t going to have hands at all for three days, it was humiliating, it would be torture but Sir was smiling as he finished and recapped the tube and kissed me on the forehead before he reached into his bag of tricks again, pulling out the tail. I could see it was attached to a rather large butt plug, I swear it was larger than any Sir had put in me before. He oiled it in front of me while I watched, then “Ass up” and I moved in the position, my feet cuffed to my thighs came up two so that I was up on just my knees as Sir pressed the plug to my anus, parting me swiftly and firmly, though not entirely un-gently, something about Sir that I was most thankful for, that he was never more rough with me than I required but still that plug burned inside me, it was monstrous the way it stretched me, filled me.
Last Sir took the leash and collar for my neck from his duffle but there was something else besides the leash dangling from the D-ring on the collar, as he buckled the collar behind me I looked down and saw the evil little nipple clamps on the collar. I had a clear look at them for only a second before Sir was fondling my breasts and gathering up my nipples to pinch then in those dreaded little devices. I had a bad feeling they were going to spend the next three days in torment, my poor little defenseless nipples.
Sir sat back and I looked down at myself, at my hands. Tears started to well up in my eyes, “Why did I agree to this?” I thought but I knew it was too late. Sir was in his zone and he would not let me out now no matter how I begged, it would only earn me harsh punishment, I knew the bag of tricks held his single tail in there somewhere and the knowledge alone terrified me. I was shivering and a tear broke loose and trickled down my cheek to fall on my tortured breasts. Sir, still sitting gazing at me as I looked about myself, was smiling as he reached out and traced the path of the tear with his thumb.
“Okay my dear sweet puppy, now remember, puppies don’t talk, they bark and whine. You will not get on the furniture, you will be house broken so you need to be sure to tell me if you need to go to the bathroom. If you mess in the house you will not like the consequences. You will sleep like a puppy, you will eat like a puppy. Until it is time to leave here, you must always remember that you are a puppy. Am I understood?” I opened my mouth to reply but sir spanked my lips lightly, “Remember, you answer like a puppy.” “Arf” I replied. “good girl” he patted my head and his encouragement relieved some of the apprehension I felt.
Steak and Potatoes
Sir gazed at me a moment longer and I felt the heat of his look taking me in but I was too ashamed to meet his eyes, I don’t think I had ever felt more beastly, more humiliated. Slowly he gathered himself up and rose to move away from the entryway toward the small open kitchen. “Come” he said, patting his thigh and I knew I was to follow him. He moved with his usual masterful grace, removing the groceries from the table and placing the bags on the counter. I struggled to get onto my knees with my newly formed paws, the monstrous plug moving inside me, the tail tickling my backside, my nipples aching and my clit seeming to throb in time, now, too. He pulled the plain wooden chair back from the table and sat, watching me as I padded awkwardly toward him. “I’ll bet you’re hungry, girl.” I whined slightly agreeing, “well how about something to hold you over until dinner.” Sir started undoing his pants and I watched his face to see the growing need and satisfaction in his eyes as he freed his already hard cock. I was on my knees and paws right before him, the head of his throbbing glistening cock right before my face and he took hold of my leash to pull my head down onto him. I opened my mouth to receive him as he released the leash and guided my head up and down on his shaft, leisurely working himself into my mouth. It didn’t take him long to shoot deep into me, forcing my head down until my nose was buried against him, his cock chocking me and throbbing in my mouth, the warm cum jetting into me as I struggled to swallow and stay calm so I could breathe. I couldn’t keep the tears from welling up and spilling down onto his belly as he held me there to make sure I took his full load before he released me. “Clean me” and I lapped at him, making sure to get every drop of his cum, teasing his balls and he was already rising again. “Good girl”
Sir stood, redoing his pants and went to the counter, the sink and turned on the tap. He set the wide bowl on the floor next to the counter by his side and told me to drink as he went about unpacking the food and putting it away, starting the stove, fixing his dinner. I felt guilty that he was doing what was normally my responsibility, but as I watched him, my eyes strayed to my ‘paws’ and I knew he preferred me like this, at least for this trip. I rested on my haunches watching him move around, keeping my thighs wide spread just in case he should happen to glance at me, though he did not. I looked around the small cabin, getting my bearings. It was small, one huge room, really only divided by the furnishings, there was a living area with a large fireplace and a comfortable looking sofa, a huge bed with thick warm looking quilts and the kitchen area. The bathroom was off the wall between the kitchen area and what served as the bedroom. The small cage, not much taller than me sitting and about half as long as my body was at the foot of the bed, the door open.
Sir was still padding around the kitchen, the smells of cooking starting to fill the air but I felt another need creeping up, more than hunger. I padded over to the bathroom door and started whining; imploring Sir to take notice of me, allow me to relieve myself. After a moment he turned, “oh no, my beauty, puppies don’t use toilets.” He came toward me and I felt paralyzed, knowing what he meant suddenly. He took my leash and started toward the cabin’s door, pulling me behind him, I was terrified but grateful that the cabin was out in the woods. Before I could give anything much more thought than that, I was dragged out the door. Sir slowed to allow me to take my time with the steps, there were only two but I was clumsy. He led me away from the door into the large grassy area that surrounded the cabin and stood, waiting for me. I spread my knees wide, trying to get my aching sex close to the grass, it tickling my thighs and inner lips as I tried to concentrate on relaxing my muscles to allow the flow and relieve the pressure of my bladder. Sir stood, watching me “Don’t be embarrassed, my darling puppy-girl. I want to see you piss in the grass” I couldn’t shake the shame off so easily and it took me several seconds to finally let go but immediately Sir praised me and reached down, patting my bare, shivering ass, making the plug shift inside me deliciously, torturously. “Okay, now back inside before our dinner burns.” And he led me back slowly up the stairs into the cabin once again.
I sat again on my heels, resting my already aching legs, while Sir finished the dinner preparations and loaded his plate, going to the table. I followed him and as he sat to eat I laid my head in his lap, whining softly, imploring him with my eyes for my own dinner. “Oh, no, sweetie, the puppy eats after I do, you may sit there and watch me.” Sir ate leisurely, his left hand playing with my pigtails casually as he chewed savoring every bite as my stomach growled. After an eternity he rose from the table and scraped the remains from his plate into another wide bowl and placed it on the floor. I didn’t need to be told that this was for me and my hunger over rode my humiliation as I ate greedily the little bits of cut up steak and mashed potatoes that he left for me while I kept an eye on him. He was moving around; cleaning up the dinner preparations and finishing my dinner I began wondering what would come after he was done in the kitchen. I didn’t have long to find out.
After dinner drink
Sir turned off the overhead light in the kitchen area and went over to the sofa, turning on the side table lamp. “Come on puppy, over here.” I padded over to him ponderously on my sore knees. The plug inside me offering no relief and my nipples were little stabs of fire as the chains jingled from my collar. Sir was at the fire place setting a fire when I reached the area in front of the sofa where the bare wooden floor was laid with a thick fur rug. I moved over to the rug and curled up as the fire started to spark to life. I was grateful for the warmth as the fire sparked to life on the hearth. Sir looked at me in the softer light with a smile on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked over to sit on floor his back against the sofa and I crawled to him and lay at his side, my chin on his thigh and I looked at his face. I realized that I felt freer to look at him as a pet, making eye contact and holding it was something he never would have permitted otherwise but as his puppy, it was one of the few ways I could communicate with him. I whined softly, nuzzling his hand. I didn’t want him to forget about me, I wanted to feel his hands on me, petting me and reassuring me that I was pleasing him, that I was okay and not disregardable. The humiliation was burning in my heart, I was utterly debased, something that would have been unbearable if Sir weren’t pleased with me. He rubbed my shoulders and I stretched, pressing my stomach against Sir’s leg. I wanted desperately to rub my sex against him but I didn’t dare, I knew I would be in trouble for that, but I whined softly, not wanting to annoy him but somehow he had to know how desperately I needed him to touch me.
Mercifully Sir wanted the same things for me. He rolled me away from his leg, onto my back my legs wide spread as always, in that I have been trained well, and started kneading my breasts around the en point nipples, stretched under the clamps. Moans started to escape me but Sir was forgiving and didn’t shush me. His kneading hands worked themselves all down my torso, massaging me, caressing me and my muscles twitched at his touch. He worked his way down to the smooth, shaved cleft between my legs and felt my wetness there. “I do believe my little bitch is in heat” and he pulled his hand away, making my body shudder with disappointment and a deep moan. Sir reared his hand back and slapped my pussy with his open hand, then again and again and the heat in me was hotter and keener than I thought possible. “You will not orgasm, puppy dear. Not until we get home. If you please me all weekend I will allow your release when we get home from our little trip. Do you understand me?” I whined piteously knowing that even if I dared disobey him, my body would not cooperate, I would not be able to come no matter how much he teased and stimulated me. For three days I was going to be ‘in heat’ as he put it, the sexual need unrelenting and constant, he would make sure of it.
Sir dipped his head and tasted me, teasing my clit with his tongue and then surprised me with a light nip to my lips and I bucked slightly. It elicited a laugh from Sir, he loved toying with me but he wouldn’t forgo his pleasure for long, either. He reached out and took my leash, pulling it up “Up, puppy” and I struggled to my ‘paws’ The plug in my ass never out of mind. When I was ‘standing’ there before him, he stood to remove his clothes and then sat back down. His hard cock before me again, “Here puppy, you know what to do with this” and so I squatted down, trying to get low and yet keep my thighs wide apart as I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began running my tongue down it, sucking gently and moving up and down on it. I knew Sir was close to coming again when he pushed me up, off his throbbing member and I struggled against the pressure of the plug in my ass to right myself. Sir did not want to wait for me to position myself for him and he roughly turned me around, the fur rug the only thing saving my knees form the wood plank floors. Sir slipped his fingers into my wet pumping slit as he rose to his knees. I waited, my knees on the ground and my feet in the air, wishing I would be allowed to release my passions completely as sir lifted my tail out of his way, removed his fingers and replaced them with his pumping cock. Without my calves and feet on the floor to brace myself I was completely at his mercy as he slammed into me over and over. The pleasure was mounting in me as I tightened around him but I didn’t dare release my orgasm.
Riding that edge I felt him spurting into me, pulling my hips tight against him as he came deeply inside me and I hung from his cock, tight around it until he was through. When he released me, pushed me achingly slowly off his cock, he rolled me over onto my back again, “Stay, girl” and he rose, moving into the kitchen returning with a small teaspoon. “We don’t want any of this to go to waste now do we?” He lay down beside me, my legs parted in the air and used the spoon to scoop his cum form me, lifting it to my lips. He scooped his come from me and fed it to me until he was satisfied that I had taken it all. “Yes, that’s it girl, you can’t waste any of this.” He rose again, returning the spoon to the kitchen and then drew on comfortable sweat pants and a t-shirt before coming back to where I still lay, afraid that if I moved my passions would brim over. I was humiliated, I was in constant sexual torment, I was even a little bit frightened at how much Sir was enjoying my objectivity.
“Come on little one, you need to go out again before I put you to bed.” He took up my leash and I struggled to my paws following him to the cabin door. It was a little easier to pee while he watched as I squatted in the grass by moon light but that wasn’t enough. Sir reached down and in one fluid motion slid the plug out of me. “Now, go on, do your business” he said, but again I was burning with renewed shame. Taking the plug out, though eased the route and I didn’t have to wait for the inevitable feeling of needing to eliminate. When I was done, I looked up at Sir and let out a tiny whine which he interpreted rightly and replaced my tail before pulling me back in to the cabin.
“Okay, darling, in your crate, it’s time for bed. You have a busy day tomorrow.” He led me over to the open crate at the foot of the bed and pushed a little on my backside with the top of his foot signally that I was to enter. Once inside I sat on my hip on the blanket that was laid out on the floor of the crate. “On your back, girl” and I complied. Sir reached into the crate and snapped cuffs on each of my wrists, which he then clipped to my collar. And then snapped the leash to the bars of the ceiling so that I would not be able to move my head much. Then he spread my legs wider so that my knees rested against the wire sides of the crate. Sir deftly pulled a strap around each knee, holding me tight to the sides of the crate. “We don’t want you to go rubbing yourself in your sleep, now.” And then, as if my utter debasement weren’t complete enough for him, he reached between my legs catching the inner lips between his fingers, pulling them out and teasing them until a sudden jolt shot through my sex and though I couldn’t see I knew Sir had brought out the other clips and caught my tender sex in their unrelenting pinch. Finally he pulled another of the warm quilts from the foot of the bed and tossed it over me, oh how thankful I would be in the cold of the night for that tiny gesture, and the cage door closed and locked. “Now go to sleep, girl”.
I heard Sir fumbling around in the bathroom, water running, the light turned out and the creak of the bed as he climbed in to it. The darkness and silence of the small cabin were all encompassing, oppressive. My body was tortured, my nipples burned, my ass filled and stretched and now my tender sex brutally opened and pinched and I was to sleep? How would I manage to sleep? But I did, eventually. My cares slowly faded away and I floated in oblivion through the night.
Fetch
The sun was streaming through the windows when I opened my eyes. My muscles were stiff, my body was tortured by its accoutrements, my bladder was full and I wanted out of my crate. I could hear Sir moving about the kitchen, smell the bacon that he was cooking. I started whining but Sir made no move to release me so I started barking at him to get his attention, “I hear you girl but you’re going to have to wait so I don’t burn the bacon, I’ll get you out in a minute.” I waited as patiently as I could for the bacon to be done and for Sir to come get me out of my cage. As he approached I started whining again, the pressure in my bladder most excruciating. He opened the cage door and reached in, releasing the clamps first thankfully, then my thighs and my paws. Lastly he undid my leash and pulled me toward the door of the cage and then the kitchen but I needed out first and I started whining and tugging my leash toward the door. “Ah, okay puppy, I’ll take you out.” And again I found myself peeing in the cold dewy grass, the chilly air making me shiver again in the early morning light. Sir stood beside me, watching me as I voided my bladder without any of the embarrassment I had first felt at peeing like a puppy and when I was finished and he patted my head I felt the same reassurance that I needed from the start of this trial. I knew I was pleasing him and it made it easier to bear the huge plug and tickling tail. Back into the cabin and I watched as Sir prepared his plate and sat to eat. I sat as his side, resting my head on his leg as he ate and waited patiently for him to finish and give me his leftovers.
I ate as he cleaned the kitchen, again feeling pangs of guilt that he had to cook and clean for himself but my legs were aching, the muscles tight and I was being to feel petulant and cranky. “Ah, my puppy needs a bath and to stretch her legs, I’ll bet” I looked up at him drying his hands on a towel, looking down at me, so happily that I almost melted right there. Ah, my Sir knew me so well. He came over to me, taking my leash, leading me toward the bathroom.
I kneeled there on the bathroom floor, my thighs wide apart and waiting as Sir got the water ready and stripped off his shirt then he came and removed the cuffs from my ankles and thighs and then he helped me to stand, stretching my legs then cuffed my hands and helped me step into the tub. I looked curiously from him to the new wrists cuffs but as I stood in the tub and he stretched me up to attach my wrists to a chain from the rafters, I understood. Sir was quick and efficient as he removed my collar and tail and I realized that he wanted to wash me, wanted to make sure I had no opportunity to touch myself inappropriately, not to mention how would I shave with my hands glued into the paws Sir wanted to do it for me.
He took the showerhead down and ran the warm water all over me and then soaped my body. I squirmed under his attention. I know he likes to wash me sometimes but I have never gotten over my feelings of conspicuousness under his attention and ministrations. After Sir rinsed me he took up the razor and parting my legs shaved my pussy bare. He was gentle and careful, and I was burning in my sex when he rinsed me again. His fingers strayed along the freshly bared cleft of my lips teasing me and I shamelessly undulated my hips to his touch. This amused Sir very much and he slapped my ass with his open hand at the same time to make me squirm even more. His cock was already straining against the sweat pants before he pulled them off and then he stepped into the tub behind me, parting my ass and without the plug he was free to mount my ass firmly on his shaft, impaling me and lifting me up on my toes. Sir pumped into me, slamming into my ass as I groaned and twisted from the rafter. He reached around me to squeeze my breasts, bruising them under his large hands and I moaned “No talking, puppy, don’t you forget, that my little girl and don’t you dare come.” I only moaned my response as Sir shot his load deep into my ass, pushing as far into me as he could. When he was satisfied be pulled out of me suddenly and the tail was replaced with an abruptness that made me gasp as the plug was worked back into me, filling me again.
Sir gently toweled me off and released my paws, helping me from the tub and pushing me down into position on the bathroom floor, replacing the leg cuffs and locks, my collar and leash, taking my breasts in his knowing hands and replacing the torturous little clamps. I was a puppy still and as the second clamp was pinched onto my nipple the tears rose in my eyes again. Sir gently fixed my pigtails that had gotten mussed and kissed my forehead, dressing himself again.
“Come on, girl, let’s go play fetch.” Sir was taking up my leash and grabbing a tennis ball from his duffle bag, he picked up his book and a beer and headed, with me in tow, for the cabin door. I had been grateful for the chance to stretch and was feeling renewed both in my own stamina but also in Sir’s designs for me, I was relaxing back into puppy mode, but fetch?
Sir headed across the grassy yard for the hammock and got comfortable as I padded up along side him. He held the ball out in front of me, “you’re going to fetch the ball now, got it?” he threw the ball out into the yard and I turned. When I didn’t go after it immediately, Sir slapped me hard on the ass. “Go get it, now, girl.” I hobbled off after the ball and managed to get it in my teeth and return it to Sir, again he threw it and we spent a good hour like this, my knees grass stained, sweating in the sun and panting for breath. Finally Sir grew bored watching me at this game, “Lay down, girl. Take a nap.”
Sir got up from the hammock and got himself another beer, returning he took up his book but I was exhausted and grateful that he had tired of fetch and I lay in the grass on my side, near sleep. “I want you to nap on your back, spread your legs.” I rolled over, the grass prickly against my ass, that monstrous plug stretching me still. I wanted to sleep for a bit, just to rest. I was sure Sir had other humiliations in mind for me later, but I did as he bade and spread my legs, resting them butterflied out on the ground. Sir hung his foot off the side of the hammock and teased me with his foot, sticking his toes into my pussy, playing the lips between them. I moaned softly but he wasn’t interested, he was only toying with me idly and in this manner I drifted off.
Afternoon, Day 1
I think Sir must have drifted off after a while, too. I woke and his toes, still in me were still. My thighs burned from laying out flat on the grass but I didn’t want to stir and wake him. God, I wished more than anything to be able to stretch my legs again, take this awful plug out, stand up and be human again but I knew the disappointment Sir would feel if he knew that I wasn’t strong enough to do what he wanted of me. But I couldn’t stay like I was, I had to move and I was desperately thirsty, my mouth was dry after the long morning of entertaining Sir with my antics. Gently I eased Sir out of my cunt and got ponderously to my knees. I was sore and stiff and I regretted that I was about to wake Sir from his peaceful nap but my thirst was getting the better of me. I moved around and started licking my juices from Sir’s toes. Slurping them and sucking on them, teasing my tongue between his toes and he started to stir. I whined quietly and tottered over to nuzzle his hand where it lay near the edge of the hammock. “Ah, I was sleeping, what do you need, girl?” I whined again and started toward the cabin looking over my shoulder. Sir was rubbing his eyes and slowly getting up. Oh, I shouldn’t have woken him up, he won’t be happy with me now but it was done and there was no taking it back. Sir stepped groggily across the wide yard following me with a scowl that broke my heart and filled me with fear as I was sure there would be punishment for me.
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