Sara the Puppy Girl

The contraption reminded Sara of the kind of a metal gate that someone would see blocking a dirt road. One side was a metal post that was securely fitted into the ground, and the other hung freely. The side with the metal post had what looked like a digital screen, like an older style alarm clock just much bigger. The arm that was held out reached maybe fifteen feet outward until it ended, with a pair of thin, metal chains dangling toward the ground. Each chain had a very wire intertwined with it’s links, that fell freely as well. The man led Sara by her leash to the very end of the machine, to where those chains hung. Shivering as she crawled, Sara was more reluctant to do anything to anger the man. It was so cold out, she could feel her bare skin prickling with goose-bumps, and her small nipples stuck out farther than usual. She was happy that at least he couldn’t see that as long as she was on all fours.

Afraid to resist him, Sara allowed him to push her into position just below the metal arm. It loomed above her by maybe a foot, but the metal chains beside her were at her level. Sara watched from the corner of her eye as the man picked up the two chains and untangled them. He briefly made eye contact with her as he drew the first chain over her back and clipped it onto the left side of her thin corset. The man looked away with a sly smile as he reached for the second chain and repeated the process to the right side of the leather waist cincher. Suddenly Sara realized what the machine was for. The thing had to be some kind of complex leash, giving her access to more space of the backyard, but still keeping her restrained. Like a bigger version of the post she’d be chained to the night before. But then why not just chain her to that?

Sara stood still on all fours, trying her best to watch what the man was doing. She wished he would just go already and leave her to freeze in the early morning chill. The man then walked over to the post to which the arm was attached and knelt down in front of the computer-like display. With her neck locked in the high collar it was near impossible to look far enough over to see what he was doing. He then stood once more and returned to her side, kneeling over her again. He now had a pair of small golden padlocks in his hands, which he promptly secured to the clips holding the metal chains in place on her waist. They weren’t completely normal locks however, as the thin wire that ran from the overhead bar alongside the chains was plugged into them. Sara squinted as she realized she was once again completely helpless. On top of the distance, high fence, and dog suit, she was securely locked to this metal bar above her.

Convinced that she was sufficiently restrained, the man then stood once more and looked over her. Sara hated it when he looked at her like that, it made her feel more like an object than a person.

“Alright, Daisy” he said, breaking the silence at last. “Here’s how this works. This one is called The Dog Walker. All you need to do is walk around the loop as many times as I’ve decided for you. The computer at the base of the pivot lets me decide how many laps you’ll do, and how long you’ll have to do them.” Sara didn’t understand what he meant. What loop?

“Today is only training day one, so we’re starting you off easy at 100 laps. That should add up to just about two miles, which you will have completed by 11 AM. If you fail to complete the task, then we are going to have a problem.” Sara was finally starting to comprehend what the man was saying. He expected her to crawl in circles around a loop. The arm with the chains was only there to make sure she stayed on track! What number had he said? She had to crawl two miles?! Like this?!

“You’ve had your breakfast and you’ve done your business already, so you ought to be good to go” he finished as he took a step back. “The computer is set to 100 laps, and when you finish you will automatically be released from the walker. Then you’re free  to as you wish in the yard until I get home during my lunch break.” The man turned and walked away, leaving Sara hooked up to the contraption all alone. Unable to see him, she couldn’t tell if he’d even looked back at her. She doubted he would though, he was a lunatic at best.

Sara remained still as she’d learned to do, as a sort of defense mechanism. As if the man wouldn’t hurt her if she didn’t move. She held herself steady in the cool morning air, and waited. From a distance she heard the man’s feet land on the porch, and then the back door opening and closing. Minutes passed by and she still didn’t move, as if she believed he was going to come back and take her off of this crazy thing. But soon she heard a distant door slam and the revving of a big engine. He was driving away?! He’d actually left the house, and abandoned her like this?!

He was gone. He’d really done this. He actually left her chained up to this ridiculous machine, and he truly expected that she crawl around in circles until he got back. Several minutes ticked by and Sara still hadn’t moved. ‘Should I do what he wants and walk around the loop?’ she wondered to herself. ‘If I do then he’ll feel like he’s beaten me again, but what can I do?’ If he came back and she’d completed the task, then he will be victorious once again... But if she didn’t do it then he’d just beat her or electrocute her or worse. Either way he won and she lost. There was nothing she could do to deny his demands, she realized. He had also mentioned that the machine would release her automatically when she finished, and then perhaps she could find a means of escape.

If she could bite her lip she would have, as Sara lifted her left leg and brought it forward, taking the first step on this preposterous dog-walking mechanism. She hated herself for it, but she did it. She realized that this treatment was terrible, but it was likely not as bad as being zapped by wires and having metal clamps on her poor private parts. Sara crawled forward a few steps, until the chains at her waste became taught and then the metal bar began to budge behind her. She was surprised by just how light it was to drag behind her, and she was more than happy that it wasn’t much of a burden. She’d expected it to be somewhat heavy.

Sara crawled on and padded her way through the green grass. She liked the smell of the grass, it was fresh and clean. There wasn’t any grass like that around home- there she only saw dead, brown grass. She thought it was funny almost. Her home was a pit hole within a shit hole of a city. But this house was beautiful. It was weird to think that the nice house was her hell, and the crappy home she’d come from was the one place she’d like to be. That was of course outside the context of being forced to dress and act like a dog.

The metal bar kept Sara on course, constantly making a gradual left turn as she went. After a short while she came around and got a glance at the little computer screen where it was attached to the base of the pivot bar. Sure enough the screen read out “Lap : 1 / 100.” He really wanted her to walk a hundred laps around this stupid loop, and here she was actually doing it. Sara hated herself for a moment, but trudged on. She just had to finish the laps, and then she’d be released to the confines of the yard. For a second she thought that she should use her break to get some sleep, but she put that thought out of her head immediately. If she had time alone in the yard then she had to use it to find a way out of here. She had to get away from this psychotic bastard before he got back.

Sara continued to crawl, when suddenly she halted. Something was wrong. She took another step forward and felt a tingling in her crotch. The strap between her labia was pressing so unrelentingly into her clitoris, and she was just beginning to feel the effects. Taking a deep breath, Sara pushed the thoughts of sex and masturbation from her mind and continued to crawl. She only made it another ten steps when she had to stop once more. He knew this would happen, she realized. He’d planned for this to happen. Sara’s hate for her captor doubled as she took another step forward, and simultaneously ground against the leather straps between her pussy lips. She crawled around the loop once more, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter as she went. A glance to her left showed that she was on her third lap. How could she go on like this for a hundred laps? It was impossible!

Every step that she took with her real legs caused her butt to tilt to the left or right. The result was her unwanted tail tilting this way and that, as if she were willingly wagging it. Sara fumed at the thought of her appearing like a dog, happily wagging her tail as if she wanted to be trapped on this disgusting walking machine. What made it worse, the rubber plug inside her twitched in the opposite direction that the tail wobbled to. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it was dreadfully uncomfortable and distracting to say the least. Sara wished that she could just push it out of her body like a poop, but the straps currently harassing her poor clitoris held it firmly in place.

She let out a groan of unwanted pleasure as her body began to take control and her sex drive pushed her to continue crawling. Sara tried to resist her own urges as she crawled onward, but she was getting hornier with each lap. ‘Maybe if I step with my legs further out, the straps won’t grind so much’ the girl thought to herself. It sounded good in her head, but attempting it proved useless. She lifted her right leg and swung it far out as she took another step forward, but it felt as if that allowed the strap to dig even deeper between her legs. Sara let out a gasp as she felt herself getting even hotter from the invasive leather bindings.

The small girl had to stop and take a break to cool down, dropping her head down as far as the high collar would allow. She was glad that he had at least put her hair up into the two high buns on her head, opposed to the pigtails she’d been forced to wear the night before. It was certainly easier to have her hair out of the way, even if she looked liked a child; and she sure she did. At least her head did. The rest of her looked like a sex-maniac-dog-girl. Getting her breath back, Sara continued on with the loop and swiftly accomplished another lap. It wasn’t long though before her lady parts began to react to the straps once again, as she began to feel herself getting more and more aroused.

Sara wanted nothing more than to stop, but completing the circuit was the only way to get released from the machine. And once she was free from the walker, she could focus on escaping the yard. The straps were making it very difficult to focus on anything at the moment, though. One lap after the other, Sara crawled around. She was so horny that she’d completely lost count of the laps she’d completed, and looked for the computer screen to tell her. ‘Lap : 17 / 100’ it read. How in God’s name could she go on like this for 83 more laps? Oh God she was so turned on, but she didn’t want to be!

As Sara continued to crawl, she felt herself losing control of her body. She was no longer mentally pushing herself to keep going, it felt more like her mind had shut off. It was as if she was a bystander to her body’s needs. Her body had begun to drive her, doing everything in it’s power to maintain that level of stimulation in her virgin cunt. Sara felt like a disgusting slut as she crawled on and on, but not for the same reason as when she started. She no longer cared to be released from the walker, or to find an escape route. She didn’t think about trying to catch some sleep before the man’s return, or if he’d beat her for not completing the task. The only thing she wanted was more primal than that. All that she wanted from this was to get one good orgasm.

Making another pass, Sara pushed herself even harder, desperate now to reach climax. Every step she took with her stumped legs increased her sexual need, but she just couldn’t seem to reach orgasm. Deep down she hated herself for doing this, trying so hard to finish herself despite everything that the man had done to her. He was toying with her she knew, but at the time she didn’t care. Her baser instincts had taken control, pushing her to do whatever it took to get what her sex needed.

As she went on she realized she’d begun to gyrate her hips even as she crawled, as if she was grinding up against something. Her tail was now flopping left and right, as well as up and down. But no matter how hard she tried to press her clitoris up against the straps, she couldn’t get herself to reach the needed level of titillation.  Sara gradually fell into a state of delirious droning, crawling around the circle without any sense of time or direction. She didn’t care about the laps any more, she just wanted to reach that peak. For the time being, climaxing was the only thing she worried about. But try as she may, no matter how hard she pushed herself and no matter how quickly she gyrated her hips, she couldn’t reach the height of arousal.

Her breathing was much harder now, and was only made more difficult by the tight belt around her waste. It made it unbelievably difficult to get even close to a full breath of air. The collar around her skinny throat forced her to tilt her head back a lot though, which made it easier a little bit easier to draw in air. Sara slowly felt her pale white skin gain a glistening layer of sweat. Her hands inside the leather mittens we sweaty as well, and very cramped and uncomfortable.

Hours passed by and the sun had risen high enough to light up the whole yard, but Sara had barely noticed. Trapped in her state of sexual entrancement, she plodded forward on her hands and knees. Slowly she lost energy, and began to move much slower. She’d burned herself out too fast in her mission to achieve orgasm. Sara trudged on though, desperate to get there. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she realized that she would not be able to stimulate herself enough to finish. The sexual frustration she felt was incredible, leaving her angry and sobbing. A gagging wail escaped her gaping mouth as she then realized that this too must have been planned by her captor. He knew that she’d be turned on by this stimulation, and he knew that it wouldn’t be enough. He had effectively forced her to spend the morning teasing her own sex, while simultaneously draining her of any energy she had.

A quick glance at the computer module made her blink twice and look again. It read ‘Lap : 92 / 100.’ She couldn’t believe it, she was nearly done. But she still needed that orgasm. If she could just get one, she’d be happy. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had and orgasm, and certainly couldn’t think of any time she’d felt as hot as she did now. In one last desperate attempt to get herself off, Sara lunged forward and dragged the overhead beam behind her. The chains clanked with the metal post and her fluffy tail continued to wobble back and forth, disturbing her insides.

Around and around the loop Sara crawled, bound by the rubber sleeves and leather belts. She must have been quite the scene; a small blonde girl dressed as she was with pointed dog ears and a big fluffy tail to match her hair color. The rest of her body naked aside from the bindings on her limbs and the body harness and waist cincher. She breathed more heavily than she ever had before, as her body was pushed harder than it had ever needed to before. But her sex drive was rampant by then, and she was willing to press on. Sara crawled around again and again, desperate to reach orgasm, but it just wouldn’t come. She simply couldn’t move fast enough to stimulate herself to that degree.

‘If only he’d put something inside me as well’ she thought to herself.  Sara stopped then. What had she just thought to herself? She’d willingly thought that she wished he’d put something inside of her?! She couldn’t believe herself. He was winning, she knew it. But she had caught herself beginning to give in to it. Sara hated herself for thinking it but for the moment it was the truth. She was so turned on, she’d do anything to peak. A glance at the computer screen revealed ‘Lap : 99 / 100’. Sara let out a sob of frustration and regret as she crawled around the loop one last time.

As she came back to where she’d started the bar locked into place, and the locks attached to her waist belt clicked open. Sara couldn’t believe it, she’d finished on time. But she was still unbelievably horny, and wondered if there was another way she could get herself off. She couldn’t reach down with her mittened hands she knew, the straps attaching the glove to the harness simply wouldn’t allow that. A glance around the yard revealed nothing that she could possibly rub herself up against, at least without getting splinters in her crotch. Turning around toward the house Sara looked around. The porch, some deck furniture, a built in grill, and high up on the house some fixtures. A pair of flood lights.... But between them was a small security camera, and the light was blinking red. Sara realized then that he’d never really left her, and he was probably watching her all along.