A New Path

Part Five

Sheri spent Sunday doing homework, doing laundry, and prepping for another week of classes. The closer it got to time for bed, the more nervous Sheri was about seeing Chris on Monday. Part of her was excited, and anticipated his presence with a tingle in her belly. Part of her was scared, and a little ashamed of how she had behaved to this point, and didn't know what to say when she saw him next. Monday morning came around, and Sheri walked to her English class, realizing she was getting a bit sweaty and breathless, as her nervousness increased with every step. There he was! Sheri saw Chris walking towards the classroom, cup of coffee in one hand, backpack over the other shoulder. He seemed to be in a good mood; smiling at people he made eye contact with, saying hello to those he knew. Then he saw Sheri for the first time, and flashed her a big smile. Her knees turned to water. Chris walked up to her, and said, “Good morning! Did you have a nice weekend?” Sheri just nodded. Chris continued “nice to see you.” as he leaned in, and hugged her briefly. Still not finding her voice, Sheri tried to lean deeper into the embrace, but Chris pulled away, keeping it subtle, but friendly, and said, “Let's get inside, class will start soon.” Sheri followed, a bit disappointed, and yet feeling silly all at once. ‘Silly girl, what did you expect him to do? Grope you right here in front of everyone? He's being discrete.' Yet she still felt a longing for more intimate contact.

After class, they walked towards the library together. They both had an hour break before their next two classes, so Chris pulled two chairs together in an empty back corner of the stacks. There, hidden from view, he looked at Sheri and asked, “Have you decided to continue down this path dear?” Sheri nodded vigorously, and managed to squeak out “Yes.” Chris frowned. “We are alone here Sheri, Yes what?” Sheri sat up straight, snapped back to attention by his commanding voice. “Yes Sir! Sorry Sir.” Chris smiled, and his expression softened. “It's ok, just don't make it a habit. Did you get the things I told you too accomplished?” Sheri nodded again. “Stop nodding, answer me with your voice.” Sheri gulped, and answered again. “Yes Sir, well…most of it Sir. I got the thing at the store. I will call group health when I get home from school today to make an appointment.” Chris stroked his chin thoughtfully for a minute, and said, “It's not a ‘thing' Sheri, it is a dildo. Say that.” Sheri blushed, and looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “Look at me, and respond!” Chris hissed. “It's a dildo Sir!” Sheri said, eyes starting to well up with tears. “Sheri, Friday night was an intro to my world. If you like it, then continue, but understand, I am demanding and exacting. I will not tolerate silly mistakes, and if you make them, I will punish you. Understand?” Sheri started to nod, but remembered, and said clearly “Yes Sir!” Her heart was beating rapidly, and she felt like a rabbit, being eyed by a wolf. Sheri also was aware of her pussy getting a bit damp. She was glad she had dressed nicely today; wearing a knee-length skirt and a button-down blouse, but wished she had worn more sensible underwear, not the satin thong she had on. ‘If I get any wetter, I am going to leak down my thighs' she thought, and blushed horribly. In her head, she imagined Chris could smell her excitement, and would know she was wet. In truth, he did, but not for the reasons she thought. Chris noticed that Sheri's nipples were hard as a rock, she was flushed, and breathing rapidly. All of these he took to be signs of arousal, so naturally, she'd be wet. Chris decided to find out.

“Spread your legs dear, and put your feet up on my chair.” Sheri did so, slowly, and not really sure where Chris was going. “Now hike up your skirt so I can see your pussy.” Sheri was glowing red, and felt like she was going to pass out, but she obeyed his command. Chris saw those shapely thighs, and a thin, red strip of satin dividing them. He grinned even larger as he noticed the damp spot already spreading across her panties. He reached forward, and pulled the flimsy garment aside, giving him total access to her dripping pussy, then frowned. “Why is there stubble here Sheri?” Chris asked angrily. Sheri was panic-stricken. “Sir, I didn't think you'd see it today, so I was going to shave when..” “Silence!” Chris said, his voice low and menacing. “Your instructions clearly stated you would keep your pussy and asshole cleanly shaven at all times, did they not?” Tears not threatening to brim over, Sheri answered, “Yes Sir, they did.” Chris sat back in his chair, and thought for a minute. Despite her desire for modesty, and her fear that someone would come around a corner and see them, Sheri held perfectly still, skirt up, legs spread, pussy exposed for all to see. Finally, Chris spoke again.

“Put your legs down.” With a sigh, Sheri did. “You will be punished for this infraction.” It was not a question, just a matter-of-fact statement, and one delivered with a tone of voice and facial expression that chilled Sheri to the bone. “Be at my house, dressed exactly as you are at 6pm. Any questions?” Sheri was shaking, and was angry with herself. ‘I have already disappointed him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.' She replied, “No Sir, I will be there.” Chris continued to stare at her for a few more seconds, and then spoke again. “Stand up.” She did. “Take off your panties, and give them to me.” Sheri was horrified, but didn't make the repeat mistake of looking around. She trusted Chris to have already done that, and reaching up her skirt, hooked her panties, and pulled them down to her knees, then let them fall at her feet. She deftly stepped out of them, and handed them to Chris. He examined them, feeling the moisture, and to Sheri's mortification, sniffed them. “You're excited by all this, aren't you?” Sheri couldn't make herself look Chris in the eyes, so she stared at the panties in his hand, and replied “Yes Sir. I am scared, and not sure about a lot of this right now, but I am turned on.” Chris grinned at her, but it was not a warm grin. It was a predatory grin that told her Chris was exited too. “I am glad to hear it, now get out of my sight.” Sheri turned quickly, and walked out of the library. She headed straight for the restroom so she could wipe away some of the juices which were leaking down her inner thighs, and making her shiver. Chris watched her walk away, enjoying her swaying hips, and the awkward way she was attempting to clench her thighs together. He sniffed the panties one more time, and sighed. ‘This is gonna be a hell of a night!' Chris thought, as he put the sodden red panties in his pocket.

Chris finished up his day at school, and headed home. Upon arriving there, he went into he garage, pulled a ladder under the attic trap door, and ascended. Immediately to his right was a large steamer trunk. Turning it on end, Chris carefully lowered it through the opening. He muscled the heavy case down the ladder, and then, after replacing the attic door cover, carried it down the hall to his spare bedroom. A sturdy combination lock kept the trunk shut, and Chris dialed the three digits to ‘666', and pulled it away. He smiled, remembering his friend Cary, who had nicknamed Chris ‘Satan' for his ability to lead others into temptation. Now Cary was in Tennessee, working for a radio station. They didn't talk all that often anymore, and saw each other less, but their friendship existed nonetheless. Opening the trunk, Chris stared at the contents for a minute or two, then sighed, and began to unpack the contents. Here was his entire kit. Every piece of bondage gear he owned except for the new ball gag and restraints he had used on Sheri. Those had been purchased for someone else, someone who never found her nerve to use them, and subsequently had no place in Chris' life. The contents of this trunk had been locked away for 2 years since a failed relationship where Chris had invested a lot of time and emotion, and she had blamed his need for bondage sexuality on their breakup. She decided to be vanilla in her preferences, and dropped an ultimatum. Change your habits, or leave the relationship. Chris left. Better to be single and occasionally lonely than to feel judged in your own home. So after the breakup and move out, Chris packed all his bondage gear into a trunk, and stored it in the attic, awaiting the next relationship that would allow him to play. That had been 2 years ago.

As each item came out of the trunk, it was lovingly cleaned and inspected. Leather goods wiped with a damp cloth, then rubbed lightly with saddle soap, dildos washed in warm water and anti-bacterial soap, buckles and d-rings polished, padlocks checked to insure their various keys worked, it was a long, laborious process. Chris put on some light jazz for background noise as he worked. When he was satisfied that everything had been thoroughly cleaned and inspected, Chris placed them in a careful manner, organized by type of device, on top of the long chest of drawers. Next, the futon was stripped of the comforter and it's crisp, white sheets normally used for guests. These items were folded, and placed into a linen closet. Replacing them was a single black sheet. No pillow or other type of bedding was placed on the futon. Next, Chris lowered the blinds, and going to the garage, came back with a roll of black contact paper, which he carefully measured and trimmed to fit the small window perfectly. Taping this in place with black duct tape, Chris was satisfied no outside light shone through. Came a dozen candles of various description, and 2 small, pyramid-shaped oil lamps that, when lit, would provide a dungeon-like atmosphere. Lastly, Chris brought a portable CD player into the room, and set it beside the bed. Satisfied by the room, he started to leave, then chuckled to himself, and as an afterthought, removed the battery from the small smoke detector over the door. ‘That'd be a silly interruption, and would definitely break the mood I am looking for.

Next was dinner, Chris made a pot of spaghetti sauce, salad, and garlic bread. While the sauce slowly simmered, he showered, shaved his head, toweled off, and dressed appropriately for the evening. Looking at himself in the mirror, Chris believed he projected the image intended to keep Sheri on edge. He wore black jeans, black leather hiking boots, polished to a high shine, a black t-shirt that simple stated in bold white letters, “repent”, a broad, and plain leather belt with a silver buckle. No jewelry, or anything else to break up the simplicity of black and white. That was symbolic to Chris, as he believed that it was a black and white world when you were in role. You understood the rules, and then you could either choose to obey, and all was well, or you could choose to disobey, and suffer the consequences.

Chris put on a fresh pot of coffee, fed the cats, watered plants, and sorted mail to keep his mind occupied. He knew this evening would make or break Sheri as a sub. She would either take her punishment gracefully and learn her lesson or she'd quit. Chris hoped she would choose to continue, as she really did have a great deal of promise, but was betting on her giving up. Either way, Chris knew the picture would clear up considerably tonight. If she showed up at all that is.

Sheri was scared to death. She had her car parked a block away from Chris' house, and knew she was expected at 6pm, but was not sure she could go through with it. She had disappointed Chris, and she knew that, but didn't know if she could take another spanking like the last one. Sure, it had left her all squishy between the legs thinking about it afterwards, but during, it had hurt like hell. She had been humiliated when Chris made her remove her panties at school, and didn't know how she made it through her next two classes. She barely remembered anything from those lectures as she was fixated on her lack of undergarment, and was sure someone else could tell she wasn't wearing any. After school, Sheri never went home, just drove around, looked at the water some, and gathered her courage. Driving into Chris' neighborhood, those doubts began to creep back into her head, and now here she was, sitting in the same driveway she had been in four days ago, trying to choose once again. She thought of Chris' belt, the sting on her ass, his presence, his smell, and his cock stretching her poor asshole. Then she looked at herself in the rearview mirror, and realized she was grinning a mischievous little grin, and with hands still trembling, but somehow feeling more certain of her course of action, Sheri started the car.

Chris was flipping idly through a magazine when he heard Sheri's car pull into his driveway. Although he smiled a bit, he made no move to stand up. He heard the click of the 2” heels on her little black sandals as she opened the small, wooden gate between the driveway, and his porch, walked through, and closed it. Then the doorbell rang. Chris waited for one minute to pass on his watch, and then walked slowly to the door. Sheri was just reaching out for the doorbell as he opened it. She quickly retracted her hand, and folded it behind her back. Chris looked at her standing there, wearing exactly what she had been wearing in class earlier today. Tucked under her arm were her journal, and a small brown paper bag, which Chris assumed contained the dildo she had been instructed to purchase. He held out his hand, and Sheri gave him the items under her arm. Then, sitting them on the table in the entryway, Chris turned back to Sheri and said, “Strip, fold your clothes, and place them on the bench.” Chris gestured to a small, wooden bench under the covered portion of his front porch. Sheri blinked twice, then said in a shocked voice, “Right here Sir? Anyone could see!” Once again, Chris closed the door.

He wandered into the kitchen, strained the pasta, checked the garlic bread, and was just opening a bottle of wine when the doorbell rang again. Walking to the living room window, Chris opened the blinds, and there stood Sheri, naked as the day she was born, on his front porch. She had her legs spread, hands clasped behind her back, and head high looking straight forward, just as Chris had taught her. Though he was sure she had seen him open the blinds, she continued to stare at the door. Chris walked back into the kitchen, and finished his dinner preparations. In her mind, Sheri was certain that the whole neighborhood was staring at her naked ass. She fully expected to hear catcalls at any second, or turn around to see people pointing at her. She had seen Chris open the blinds, look at her, the leave the window, and was relieved, certain that at any moment, he'd open the door. But he did not, and those seconds turned to minutes. Despite the warm spring evening, Sheri began to shiver, mainly from fear and excitement, and glancing down, she realized that her nipples were standing straight up. ‘Sir pleeeaassee!' She thought, ‘Let me in!'

Chris knew Sheri had nothing to be concerned about. The upward angle of his driveway, and the 3 foot high wooden gate meant that only Sheri's shoulders and head could be seen from the road, and the heavy growth of shrubs and trees in his front and side yard, combined with a 6 foot privacy fence additionally insured that only someone standing directly in front of the driveway could see her at all. Still the effect was perfect. Such a modest girl being displayed in this manner, she must be humiliated. ‘Good.' Chris thought, ‘Let's see if I can break that ego down a notch or two tonight.' Finally, toweling off his hands, Chris walked to the door, opened it, and allowed a very relieved Sheri to come inside.

He didn't speak to her, just pointed at a spot on the floor, by the coffee table, and she instantly knelt there, hands clasped behind her back. Chris walked back into the kitchen, out of her field of vision, and continued with dinner. Sheri was very aware of the grumbling in her tummy, and the distinct smell of garlic as Chris' sauce was stirred. After a few minutes of dishes clanking, Chris came back into the living room. He had a set of handcuffs dangling from his index finger. Sheri looked at them, and felt the butterflies in her stomach grow larger. These weren't some cheesy toys you'd buy in a novelty shop; they were heavy, police models, in matte gray. “Bend forward” Chris instructed, “forehead to the floor.” Sheri did so, nervously, and very aware of how exposed and displayed her ass and her naked sex were. Then she felt the cold steel cinch down on her wrists, one at a time. They were not too tight, but certainly left no doubt as to her inability to escape from them, and Sheri found the sensation of the unyielding metal both frightening and erotic at once. “Back upright.” He commanded, and left the room again. Sheri tried to adjust her shoulders and find a position which kept the cold metal from touching the small of her back, but found it impossible. Sighing, she resigned herself to it.

“Are you hungry?” Chris asked from the kitchen. “Yes Sir, I am.” Sheri replied. Chris said nothing further, but came into the living room carrying a plate of garlic bread, and a glass of wine. These he set on the coffee table then returned to the kitchen. On this trip, he came back carrying a full bowl of spaghetti and a towel. The spaghetti also went on the table; the towel was folded in half, and placed in front of Sheri. On his third trip, Chris placed a bowl in front of Sheri, and sat back on the couch. There, he began to eat his dinner, obviously enjoying it a great deal. It looked delicious, and from the smell, she had no doubt it would be. After a few bites, and a drink of his wine, Chris looked up at the kneeling submissive, who was almost drooling on her food, and said, “Dig in.” Sheri looked at him quizzically, and asked “How Sir?” Chris looked her hard in the eyes, and said, “Like a dog would dear, bend forward and eat. Or do you want to offend me by rejecting my cooking?” Sheri gulped. “No Sir, I am sorry. It looks delicious Sir. It's just that I have never eaten this way before, and I will probably make a mess.” Chris set his glass down, and stood. “I don't like the amount of ‘I' and ‘me' I hear from you. You are a submissive; you do what I tell you, nothing more, and certainly no less. Is that clear?” Sheri's eyes began to well up with tears. She was already scared about the punishment Chris was going to give her later, and now she was disappointing him further. On top of that, he wanted her to eat like a dog. She had never heard of anything so humiliating in her life, but then again, she was doing things each time with Chris that set a new standard for her in some category. “Yes Sir, perfectly clear Sir.” Sheri replied meekly, “What would you like me to do Sir?”

Chris smiled. “Much better dear. Now are you ready to eat your dinner?” Sheri answered, “Yes Sir, I am.” Chris returned to his seat, and picked up his bowl. “You may begin.” Sheri bent forward, and began to eat. Cautiously at first, but soon she realized there was no way she was going to be able to avoid a huge mess. The food was warm, but not uncomfortably so, and truth be told, the sauce was delicious. She had a bit of difficulty with the noodles, but finally, she gave up, abandoned all dignity, and slurped them up with a loud sucking sound. Sheri hadn't realized how hungry she was, she had been so nervous at school all day that she had skipped lunch, and soon she was devouring her food with gusto, driving her face deeper into the bowl to get at every scrap. Chris was quite amused with the whole scene. Watching the somewhat prissy girl eat like a dog from a bowl on the floor. As Sheri ate, she showed less and less concern for her dignity, and just wanted to eat. Soon she had a red stain from the bridge of her nose to her throat as it ran down between her breasts, she even had sauce in her hair and eyebrows. When she had finished, Sheri sat up, and noted the look of amusement on Chris' face. ‘I must look like hell.' she thought. “Thirsty?” Chris asked, standing again. “Yes Sir.” Sheri replied, still licking her lips, trying to get the sauce off of her face. Chris went to the kitchen, and returned with a bowl of water, which he set in front of Sheri. She looked up briefly, then bent at the waist, and began lapping water greedily from the bowl. When she had drank her fill, she straightened up, feeling the water running down between her small breasts, across her flat stomach, and between her legs.

Chris was very pleased so far with how Sheri was handling herself. She has obviously embarrassed by the situation, but had performed admirably, and it was beginning to soften his mood. He was a big believer in modifying the evenings activities based on the performance of the sub, and should Sheri continue to debase herself for his amusement, it was Chris' opinion that further punishment would not be necessary. “Did you like your dinner?” Chris asked. “Yes Sir, very much.” Chris walked back to the couch, and sat down. “Good, did you enjoy eating like a dog?” Sheri thought for a minute, then answered. “Not really Sir. It was a bit funny for a bit, but I don't like making a mess.” Chris nodded at this, then continued. “And if I am pleased by your canine behavior dear?” Sheri smiled at him, and answered, “Then I am your dog Sir.” The term ‘shit-eating grin' was coined specifically for the type of smile Chris had on his face at that moment. “And what do they call girl dogs Sheri?” Her face fell a bit “Bitches Sir.” Chris reached for the garlic bread. “Then you're my little bitch right now, isn't that so?” Sheri nodded. “Say it then.” he ordered. Sheri took a deep breath, and said, “I am your bitch Sir.” He started tearing the bread into small pieces, and looked at Sheri, totally serious, without any trace of a grin, and said, “Sit pretty, and beg, Bitch!” Sheri sat up as straight as she possibly could, and opened her mouth. She made whimpering sounds, like a puppy would. Chris walked over to her, and held out a small piece of garlic bread. Sheri reached up for it as far as she could, and when he was satisfied with her effort, Chris rewarded her with the bread. She gobbled it down quickly, and whimpered for more. This continued until the bread was gone. Chris patted her on the head, and said “Good girl.” Sheri smiled at him. “Are you ready for your punishment now girl?” Sheri looked a bit apprehensive, but replied, “Yes Sir. May I go pee first Sir?” Chris walked toward the bedroom, telling her to stay still as he did, and returned a minute later with a metal choker-style dog collar, and a leash. He slipped the choker around Sheri's neck, noting with satisfaction, the shiver that ran through her body as the cold metal touched her skin. “Crawl.” He commanded, and led her through the kitchen, and opened the sliding glass door. Chris walked Sheri out onto the wooden deck in the side yard, and she followed apprehensively, looking around to see if anyone else could get a look at her. Chris stepped down onto the grass, still damp from the rain earlier in the day, and when she hesitated, a sharp tug on the leash, and the tightening of the choker-chain motivated her to continue. Sheri crawled gingerly into the yard, shivering as the wet grass touched her hands, knees, and feet. It was cold, probably about 55 degrees outside, and the sensation was not pleasant. Chris smiled to himself as he watched poor Sheri crawling like a puppy on a leash through his yard. The privacy fence he had installed with the help of a few buddies a year ago was a full six feet high, and none of his neighbors could see into the yard, so he was totally unconcerned with her being nude out here. But Chris knew Sheri would feel exposed and vulnerable to prying eyes; it was exactly what he had in mind.

“Come on girl, do you have to pee or what?” Sheri stopped crawling, and looked up in utter disbelief. “Out here, in the yard Sir?” A stern look from Chris cowed her quickly. “Of course bitch! Are you too good to pee in the yard? This is where doggies pee, so pee!” Sheri was mortified. He wanted her to use the restroom right here, in plain sight. ‘It's bad enough that he made me eat like an animal, now I have to pee like one too! Yuck!' She started to rise up into a squatting position, but another sharp tug on the leash brought her quickly back to all fours. “Like a dog, bitch!” Chris hissed at her. Humiliated, Sheri spread her knees as far apart as possible, stretched forward to bring her groin close to the ground, and let it fly. She peed all over herself, and the yard. Sheri moaned out loud “Oh God! I am making a huge mess Sir!” When she had finished, Sheri was crying from embarrassment and humiliation. Chris led her up to the deck once again where he picked up a garden hose, and turned on the water. “Bad little puppies who make messes get a bath before they're allowed back in the house.” Sheri stared at him with wide eyes, already red from crying, and thought to herself, ‘this is gonna be cold!' Chris told her to “Sit up pretty, like you're begging.” Sheri did, arms held against her chest, wrists folded forward like paws, and she was sprayed with the first blast of water. “EEEEE!” She squealed as it hit her, the water was indeed ice cold, and she recoiled in shock, hands going in front of her to protect her body from the frigid spray. “Hands down!” Chris' voice snapped, “Hold your position!” Sheri reluctantly obeyed, and after a thorough cleansing of her pubic region and thighs with the cold spray, Chris turned the water off. “Shake puppy!” He encouraged her. Sheri didn't need it, she was already shaking uncontrollably, but she made a show of trying her best to look like a dog shaking the water out of her fur. “Good Girl!” Chris said, opening the sliding glass door, and walking inside. When Sheri was in the kitchen again, he told her “Sit, stay.” and left the room. Sheri felt miserable, but couldn't help but laugh a bit at herself. ‘I probably look like shit! My hair is ragged and drenched, and I am dripping water all over the floor!'

When Chris returned, he was carrying two fluffy white towels. He put one on the floor, and told Sheri to kneel on it. Then he began rubbing her down, drying her like a dog after a bath. Rubbing her hair vigorously, he turned it into a rat's nest, and while she couldn't see him, Chris snickered at how disheveled Sheri looked. Leaving her on the towel, Chris put a kettle of water on the stove to boil, got down 2 two mugs, and started making tea. Sheri knelt patiently, watching Chris as he prepared the steaming beverage. She was feeling a warm emotional glow inside. First, he had corrected and embarrassed her, and now Chris he was taking care of her, making sure she was dry, warm, and making her tea. He instructed her to crawl into the living room again, and she did, taking up her customary position; kneeling in front of the coffee table.

Chris walked into the living room with two steaming mugs, and set one on the coffee table before Sheri. “Sit comfortably.” He told her, and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. “Drink your tea dear, I want you warmed up before we start the punishment.” Sheri looked up at him, surprised, her cup halfway to her mouth. “Sir, I thought that was the punishment!” She protested. Chris grinned mischievously. “No dear, that was a lesson in humility. You spend too much time thinking about modesty and dignity for my taste, and I thought it was time to change your focus a bit.” Sheri nodded as she absorbed this information.

“I will tell you when it is acceptable to be modest, proper, or dignified. For my amusement, you will embarrass, degrade, and debase yourself anytime I see fit. You will learn to do this without hesitation or question. Once I have seen this behavior from you, I will know you are more concerned with pleasing me than with your pride, and I will allow you some privacy and dignity. Do you understand?” Sheri thought about this for a moment, and the replied, “Yes Sir, I do,” and she did. She could see the methodology behind Chris' actions, and why it was so important for her, as a submissive, to give her sense of self away in order to please him totally. “Excellent!” Chris exclaimed. “Now, finish your tea, and stand up.”

He walked Sheri down the hall, and directed her to the guest bedroom, which she had been tied up in during their previous interaction.