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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter Nine
Jason woke slowly, feeling more rested than he had in a long time. The excitement came back to him quickly as he recalled his unbelievable success. He had managed to drive hours away, kidnap a beautiful girl, drive her all the way back, and she was waiting for him downstairs in the new garb he’d so graciously allowed her to borrow. Jason rolled over to his side in his king sized bed and checked the clock on his side table. Three o’clock, he’d slept a little longer than he meant to but he didn’t really mind. He kicked off the sheets and sat up on the side of the bed, and realized that his boxers had quite the bulge in them. Thinking about his new guest made it difficult for him to sleep. He’d needed to have a little “private time” in order to get his mind off of her. And he would probably need to do it again before he went down to give her a proper welcoming. She was his pet now, but she needed training before he fucked her. Too soon and it was just rape, but if he waited long enough she would want it. She would come to love him and need him, and do anything to serve him. It’s just the way the human psyche works. Stockholm Syndrome, they call it.
Feeling fine, Jason got out of bed and pulled his jeans back on. He buckled his leather belt while simultaneously slipping his feet into his work boots. He didn’t bother tying them. Then he walked to his dresser and grabbed a dark blue shirt from one of the drawers, and pulled it over his head as he exited his master bedroom. Jason chuckled to himself at the thought of himself as a master. But that’s what he was now, now that he had a slave. He certainly looked the part; a sturdy six feet and two inches and weighing a little over two hundred pounds. He had dark brown hair, a strong jaw, dark eyes, and usually sported a little bit of facial hair. He only shaved once every two or three days. The gruff construction worker look just seemed to suit him, and nobody would look at him and guess he was as wealthy as he was.
Down on the ground floor Jason decided to fix himself something to eat before heading back to the basement. He opened the freezer and grabbed some hot dogs to boil, and found a can of beans in one of the cupboards. While waiting for the hotdogs to thaw out a little, he opened himself a beer and went to the other room to use the computer. Sitting down in the big leather swivel chair, Jason got to work. He brought up a search engine and began looking through the websites of a number of local newspapers. Not local to him of course, but local to his pet’s old home. He searched half a dozen news forums and found nothing, so switched his search to the police departments in the area. Nothing. As far as he could tell, nobody knew she was missing yet.
He finished his beer off as he reentered the kitchen, and started cooking up his early dinner. That reminded him; she would probably be hungry too. But she would have to wait for her meal, that is if she accepted it. He expected that she would be reluctant. Jason stayed in the kitchen and drank a few more beers while he ate his dinner and watched TV on the small set he had on the counter. After finishing his meal he put his dishes in the sink and tossed the empty beer bottles in the recycling bin by the back door, and went to take a piss before he got started.
Ready to get started Jason took a few seconds to get into character. He had to be dominating, commanding, and above all intimidating. He practiced holding a stern look for a few seconds, and then began to walk down to the basement. His jaw was slightly clenched, like he remembered his father used to do if he did something wrong as a kid. It always scared him, so it would certainly work for his pet. Jason walked slowly through the unfinished basement, letting his boots land a little heavily on the concrete floor. He decided that he wanted her to hear him coming, stepping slowly and calmly towards her. Perhaps she was asleep, but he decided to go for the ominous approach just in case she wasn’t.
He reached the white door at the far end of the basement and grabbed hold of the door knob. Jason twisted it slowly and then let the door swing open completely, revealing himself standing fully blocking the doorway. The girl lay to his right, on the soft dog bed he’d given her. She was half laying down, half sitting up, with her leather padded hands propping her up. Her hair was no longer in the ponytails he’d left them in, and now it fell straight despite being a little bit messy. Her lower lip quivered around the massive black ball stuffed behind her teeth. Two streams of drool glistened on her chin as it dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were glassy and teary eyed once again. He stopped and stared for a few more seconds, giving her his best grim look as he looked her right in the eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes. They were the brightest blue and full of color and life, and the tears that were beginning to build up only made him want her even more. The blonde girl held his gaze, but she was obviously afraid and unsure of herself. That’s exactly how Jason wanted her. He wanted her to second guess herself, to be unsure of how she should behave. At least for now, then he could teach her what was expected of her.
Jason had stood in the doorway and gazed down at the girl for at least half a minute, studying her. Her chest had begun to heave and he could hear her breathing heavily through her nose and a single tear had begun it’s descent down her left cheek. Suddenly Jason caught a whiff of something... ‘is that pee?’ he thought to himself. Looking down in front of him, sure enough there was a wide puddle covering the floor mats, and it reeked of piss. The girl had pissed in front of the door, maybe she had expected him to step in it? It didn’t matter now, but something would need to be done about this. He had to show her that he would not accept such behavior from his pet, and that he was the one in charge. Unfortunately that meant he’d have to be very rough with her, and much sooner than he had planned to. Really he had hoped to slowly work her into her new life, but she had pushed the envelope.
Jason looked up from the puddle of piss and gave an even meaner look at the girl. The look made her push herself a little bit farther away from him, as if she’d have anywhere to go. Jason promptly stepped around the piss puddle and slammed the door behind him. He walked over to the girl quickly and never released her from his gaze. Reaching down in one fast motion, he grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and pulled her upwards.
“On your feet, bitch” he demanded. “On all fours, right fucking now!” The girl released a high pitched cry from behind her ballgag as Jason pulled her up onto her hands and knees again. The tears were running freely now, and her chin was drenched in drool.
“Aaaaawwfaaaweee” she whined as loudly as she could, desperate to be released. But Jason paid no mind to her pleas now, he wasn’t going to accept bad behavior from his puppy. He marched her over to the puddle of piss and stopped. “Awwfawweee” she cried again, trying to look up at him where he towered over her. “Awwfofaweee” she kept saying.
“I don’t care how sorry you are, bitch” Jason snapped, “you’re my puppy now, and good puppies don’t piss in the fucking house.” With that, Jason pushed her face down into the puddle of piss until her whole face was pressed against the mat and her angelic face was drenched in her own urine. Her bangs which were not in his grip were soaked in urine as he smeared her face through the puddle. “This is how you learn your lessons, girl” he whispered to her harshly. The poor girl was bawling now, and trying desperately to lift her face from the urine. But Jason held her there and let her indignation continue as he spoke to her. “You are now my pet, and you had better get used to that. I am your master, your owner, and your God. I am all that you have now. Pleasing me is you only concern in life from her on out. If you keep up this kind of behavior, then I have no problem with making you the most miserable little shit there ever was...” Jason paused.
He continued to hold her face in the puddle and waited for her to stop resisting his pressure, and slowly her cries began to calm down. He waited a minute still holding her face down, but then finally he slowly allowed her back up. Her face was soaked in drool, tears, sweat, and urine- she looked like a wreck. Cupping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Jason pulled her face to meet his eyes once more.
“But...” he continued, now with a much gentler voice “if you do as you are told, if you accept my training, and make me happy... then I will make you the happiest puppygirl that there ever was.” The girl winced as his words met her ears. “Understand this, girl; I am your master. That means that I must punish you when you are bad, and I must reward you when you are good. You’re here to stay and that’s final, but the way you’re treated is completely up to you.” Jason released her chin and stood, walking over to the metal cabinets up on the wall. He opened one of them and pulled from it a small bucket and a gallon sized jug of water. “I bet you’re thirsty, huh girl?” he said calmly to her. “Come here.” The girl was obviously thirsty. She’d had that ball in her mouth for over half a day now, and Jason hadn’t fed or watered her once yet.
The girl crawled shyly over to him, and stopped a few feet short of where he stood.
“This isn’t for you to drink. First I’m going to clean you up a little. Does that sound good, baby?” The girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes, begging for something to drink. Jason filled the small bucket with water and knelt in front of the puppygirl. “Sit” he ordered. The girl gave him a look of defeat but submitted to the command and sat down. Really she was just kneeling with her leather bound legs underneath her, and her upper body bent over uncomfortably so that she could keep her padded paws on the floor in front of her. “Look up, honey” he ordered, and she tilted her head back farther so that she could look up at him. From the bucket Jason pulled out a small yellow sponge. He ringed it out and then very gently cleaned the girls face with it. The pet girl looked up at him with a look that combined fear and gratitude, but at the very least her sobbing had stopped and her breathing was returning to normal.
Jason slowly washed her face off, and finished up the sponge bath by soaking her hair a little bit to wash out the stench of urine. Once done, he stood up and place the bucket and water back into the cabinet for now and returned to his pet with the hair brush from that morning. “If you hadn’t decided to take your hair out, you could be having your dinner and plenty of water by now” he told her sarcastically. “Now go fetch those hair ties and the bows.” The girl acted slowly, pushing herself back onto all fours and turning away from him to where she’d left the hair ties.
She sulked over to them and began to push them along the mats back to where Jason stood. As she got closer, Jason took a seat on the floor with his legs spread wide open. She got the message, and crawled to the open floor between his legs. “Good girl” he cooed to her “Now turn around and sit.” The puppy obliged to the command again and turned to face away from her master and sat as she had before. Jason grabbed her hair into a ponytail which he held together with his left hand, and brushed out all of the tangles with his right. In short order her hair was back to looking beautiful and straight, and Jason could now release her hair and brush it freely. Her hair was perfectly combed out now, but he continued anyways. He knew that she enjoyed this, and she deserved a little treat now that she had followed a few orders correctly. Jason knew that he just had to maintain the course; punish bad behavior, reward good behavior. Then he would have what he wanted.
Jason brushed her golden blonde hair for ten minutes or so, but finally decided she’d had enough of a reward for now. He pulled her hair into the two ponytails once again and secured them with the elastic bands and the bright pink bows. “There” he said, “now how about a drink?” Jason turned back to the cabinet and pulled from it the same jug of water, and a massive pink dog bowl. The girl’s eyes went wide and she blushed with anger. But she could do nothing to change this, so she’d have to submit to Jason’s rules.
Jason filled the bowl half way and lay it in front of the blonde puppy. Then he knelt down and unsecured the strap running behind her head. With a little pull, the ball came popping out of her mouth. The look of relief that covered her face was quickly replaced with a look of pain and confusion. The ball was gone, but her mouth remained wide open.
“Auuuuuughhh” she whined as her small pink tongue curled within her gaping mouth. The tears began to flow once again as she attempted to close her mouth.
“Sorry babe, looks like you played with your ball a little too much today. Your jaw muscles have been stressed for so long that it’ll be difficult for you to close your mouth.” Jason continued to stand above her and watched as she tried to get her lips into the water so that she could swallow it, but with her mouth open as wide as it was there was no way it would happen. “Don’t worry though puppy, I have another way you can drink water. I wasn’t going to let you use it for a few days but it looks like you need it.” With that Jason walked out the white door and closed it behind himself. He walked up to the third floor and entered his storage room. Really it was just an extra bedroom that he had put a lock onto. It was here that he kept a number of pieces of equipment that he wouldn’t need often or that he didn’t need right away. Jason rummaged through a few big plastic storage boxes until he found the one he needed. He picked that box up and began to make his way back to the basement.
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