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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter Twelve
Jason tugged his little pet along behind him as he walked calmly to the white door. She was so utterly beautiful to him as she scrabbled along behind his feet, struggling to keep up with his brisk pace. He pulled the leash a little more firmly to motivate her crawl a little faster. Jason loved the little grunts and moans she let out as she plodded through the basement, following her dear Master. He stopped at a small square door in the side of the wall, and with his foot he pushed the handle to open it. The little square door was originally a wide laundry chute, but with a little work he had it modified into an elevator of sorts. Jason kicked the door the rest of the way open and knelt down beside his four-legged slave.
“Turn around, Daisy” he ordered. Daisy did as she was commanded and twisted herself around to face away from the little opening. Jason could see the fear in her eyes at the presence of the dark hole in the wall. That made him happy though. The best way to break her down would be to keep her afraid and uncertain of what would come next. Once Daisy’s spirit was completely crushed he could begin to mold her into his own design, and create the perfect Puppy Girl.
Jason reached into the shadows within the doorway and pulled out a leather strap, which he speedily hooked onto a small but thick D-Ring on Daisy’s back right leg restraint. The click drew a brief “arf” sound from her, making Jason hornier than he wanted to be at the moment. He didn’t want Daisy to see him as a Master who was only after sex, and to achieve that he had to do his best to mask his desires. Hurriedly, Jason pulled three additional straps from the darkness and attached them to D-Rings on each of her four legs. She was secure now, and Jason stood above her again.
“See you upstairs, Daisy Girl” he told her calmly. With that, he slapped his entire palm into a large green button inlaid in the wall. Immediately a whirring noise could be heard from far away at the top of the vertical tunnel. The leather straps slowly lost slack and finally became taut, but then continued to retract still. Daisy became flustered and afraid and let out her typical grunts and pleas as she was dragged backwards into the dark shaft. Her front paws scrabbled hopelessly at the cement floor, and she tried her best to plant her rear legs down to stop her retreat as she was pulled back still. Jason smiled down at her as she looked up to him with a desperate look in her eyes. He even gave her a little chuckle. Tears were flowing from her beautiful blue eyes again, and her brow was furrowed beneath the strap running up its center.
The look of dismay on her face excited Jason even further. He wanted more than anything to just unhook his Dog Slave and fuck her right away, but he had an act to put on. He had to show her that he was in charge; not only of her but of himself as well. He had to show just how in control that he was. So Jason held the button firmly and watched as Daisy was slowly drawn into the dark chamber. Her moans of distress echoed as she was drawn up higher and higher. Jason could hear her paws scrabbling at the walls of the elevator shaft as she let out cries of fear and frustration, trying desperately to slow her departure. At last even her short pink leash slipped away and disappeared into the darkness.
Suddenly a bright yellow light blinked above the green button, indicating that she was now suspended at the desired height. Jason released the button and walked slowly to the stairs. He grabbed the railing and swung himself forward as he stomped up the staircase to the kitchen. His kitchen was bright with pinewood hardwood floors and matching cabinets, and the walls were painted a dark shade of blue to contrast with them. Jason walked to where a set of four cabinets were set side by side against the wall. He opened the cabinet to the far right to reveal another door behind it, this one was made of thin aluminum and was locked with a small gold padlock.
Jason could hear the moaning of his pet on the other side of the metal door as he pulled out his keys and stuck the correct one into the padlock. He removed the lock and briskly opened the metal door to reveal his flustered little pet suspended in midair. Jason reached down and grabbed Daisy’s leash as it dangled down from the center of her delicate neck. She had broken down into sobs and gasps, and was constantly dripping tears and drool from her pathetically agape muzzle. Jason tugged gently but strongly on the leash and drew his pet from the darkness of the shaft. The collar was strong enough that he could pull her forward without strangling her, but she still didn’t seem to enjoy it very much. Daisy’s front paws dug at the wood floor as she frantically attempted to pull herself out of the elevator. Jason pulled her out further until her rear legs could be placed on the floor as well, and then unclipped each of the leather straps from where they were hooked to her puppy suit.
Daisy seemed more than gratified to be back on solid ground, as well as back in the light. Her sobs continued though, as Jason gave her another tug on the leash. She followed him contently, trying harder now to keep up with him. Jason was pleased to see that she was attempting to stay close enough behind him to keep the leash from going taut at all. She was doing a decent job of it too, but she had to practice walking like a proper dog.
He did notice that as she crawled behind him she was moving strangely. Looking down at her, Jason asked “getting used to the crotch strap, babygirl? I hope so... it’s staying in place for a while.” Daisy only looked straight ahead and furrowed her brow in discomfort, but kept her pace up.
Jason walked her through the living room and to the pair of big glass doors that opened to the back yard. Daisy seemed almost excited to go outside. Jason figured she must have thought that someone would see her and rescue her, but there was no chance. His property was lined with three different fences at different distances. One tall chain link fence lined his home and yard, and a pair of cattle fences topped with barbed wire surrounded his home even further. In truth they were for keeping cattle separate, but they did ensure that nobody ever came near his home. His back yard was massive; about a half an acre and surrounded by a six foot tall wooden fence.
Jason pulled Daisy out into the grass and stopped. Taking a knee beside her once again, Jason held the leash in his right hand and cupped her little black muzzle in the other. He pulled her face towards his and locked eyes with her.
“It’s almost five-thirty now, Daisy. So you’ve got two hours til bath time and dinner.” Daisy tried to wrestle her face away from him, but Jason held her firmly. “I’m letting you take this day off, seeing as it’s not an actual training-day. But I figure I may as well let you get some fresh air. No sense in leaving you locked up indoors all day, and it’s so nice out.” With that, Jason stood and gave the leash a light tug. Daisy followed suit and crawled along behind him to the far side of the yard. They passed a few big contraptions as they walked; she could be acquainted with those tomorrow. For now he decided it was best to let her unwind a bit.
At the far end of the yard there was a large wooden dog house, stained a dark shade of brown. There was a thick wooden door to it, attached by a hinge. The door was wide open, hiding the features attached to it’s front end. That too could come later. The doorway was small, and Daisy may need to squeeze to get through. At least until he got her weight down. But today was about orientation, there would be plenty of time for training and games later.
The dog house was set about ten feet from the fence, with a thick metal post set into the ground ten feet before it. Jason walked Daisy straight to the post and then knelt again. He reached down and felt through the grass and found the end to a long metal chain from where it was hidden. The lawn needed a good mowing. Daisy looked petrified as he clicked the chain onto the metal loop at the throat of her collar, and then detached the leash.
She looked up at him wide eyed and with complete apprehension. He loved that even when he knelt beside her she was so far below him, always forced to look up with those pleading blue eyes. Jason cupped her by the snout again and gently tugged it down, forcing her to tilt her head forwards a little. She didn’t fight it. Leaning in close, he gave her a big kiss on the top of her head just between her puppy dog ears. “Now your master has to go take care of some things. Can you be a good little puppy for a few hours?” Jason continued to hold her gently by the short black snout but tilted her head back again to look into her eyes.
Daisy stood on all fours gazing up at him, but made no attempt to reply. “Come on girl, give your master a good reassuring ‘bark’” he said, almost playfully. Daisy blinked a few times rapidly, as if she was snapping out of a trance. “Go on girl. One quick bark. Don’t make me get mean.” Daisy looked up at him and he watched with a smile as the glassy eyes became teary eyes. Her pierced tongue flicked a little within the confines of her gaping mouth and dog mask.
“Uugh” was her response. Jason wasn’t pleased with her half-assed attempt to play her part.
“What the fuck was that?” Jason snapped. “I said give me one good bark, and you give me nothing more than a fucking cough? Do it again, and this time you better sound like the dog that you are!”
“Uh uhhhh!!!” she whined. Daisy shrunk away and tried to pull her face from his sneer, but he held her firmly.
“No, bad girl. Bark right fucking now.” Jason held her by the snout and glared at her for several seconds, but Daisy didn’t bark. Furious with her insubordination Jason released his grip on her snout and went for the chain where it met her collar. Then leaning over her he reached his other hand back and gave her right ass cheek a hard slap. “Bark” he ordered. Her only response was more guttural cries and struggling to free herself from his grip. “You make me do this, Daisy. Understand that.”
Jason reached his hand back again and smacked her butt in the same place. Her rear was already red from the spanking earlier, and it was already beginning to glow once more. He spanked her a third time, again in the same spot. It was visible that her spirit was wavering as he slapped again in the same place. Another loud smack sent waves through her and she let out another grunt of pain. After the fifth, she let out a loud shriek of pain and her head tilted back. Jason wound up to spank her again and raised his hand high. He wanted her to see the power he was putting into this one.
“Aaarrpphh!” Jason halted his raised hand mid-swipe. “Arph, arph arph arph aaaaaarrrrrph!!!” she cried out. He knelt above her and looked down into her eyes. The tears were streaming profusely down her face and mask. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her breathing was heavy and rasp.
“Again” Jason ordered.
“Arph” she whined back
“And again.”
“Arph,” Daisy barked.
“One more time.” Jason let his harsh demeanor melt away as she began to comply with him.
“Arph!” she barked, louder this time. Jason stood up and looked down at her.
“Next time I order you to bark, you bark. If I ask a question, you answer with barks and whines... Just like a dog.” Jason turned and began to walk towards the house. He made it a few paces before turning back to look at her. She looked so beautifully pathetic there, chained up in the yard. The tears and drool spilling from his four legged slave was the most gorgeous thing in the world to him. She was an imperfect pet, but she had not received any training yet. She would learn.
“By the way, Daisy” he called back to her, “I heard that ‘uh uh’ back there. Puppies don’t talk, and they don’t try to talk. That’s another punishment, and that makes two. But we’ll leave those for tomorrow.” With that, Jason turned back to the house and went inside.
Leaving her behind, Jason decided to take the opportunity to work out. It was too early for dinner and he was in too much of a good mood to sit around and watch television. He walked into the laundry room to find some clean clothes he could lift in, and took a peak out the window. Out in the yard she was adjusting to her surroundings. She crawled about dragging that thick chain behind her, and pulled it as far as it would go. He watched as she pulled it taut and tested it’s strength. The chain was attached to a two inch wide steel post, and that went two feet into the ground and was encased in a concrete base deep down. Even if she wasn’t in those restraints she’d have no hope. Hell, a body builder would have no hope.
Jason watched a few more minutes as she became acceptant of the fact that she could not free herself from the post. Finally though, he grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a sleeveless shirt and walked to the far side of the house to his home-gym. It was a room intended for an office, but he wasn’t much of a paperwork guy so he filled the room with free weights and a rowing machine instead. It did the trick when he didn’t have the time to drive to the actual gym. He was tired, but figured he could do a little arm work at the least.
Grabbing a pair of forty pound dumbbells, Jason turned to face towards the massive windows that let him look out to the back yard. It was nice to be able to lift and keep an eye on his girl at the same time. It sure got the testosterone going, and that helped too.
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