A dog's life
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She came out on the porch where I was reading.
“Get your fucking worthless ass in the house now!”
I must’ve blinked at her a few times wondering what the hell had broken loose.
“Don’t bat your eyes at me. Inside, on all fours this instant.”
What your response to that outburst might be I can’t speculate. Mine was to get my fucking worthless ass in the house on all fours as quickly as I could.
“Put this on!” Around my neck went a plain ugly looking leather collar, not the one I usually wore when I gave myself to her. There was no giving this afternoon. It was all taking.
“Spread you legs!” After I did I felt manipulations that I couldn’t understand.
“Stand up!” When I tried I couldn’t. My balls were locked in a way that stopped me.
“You can’t lie down either.” Experimentally I tried. Obviously I was trapped on my knees.
“Whining, needy little slave, don’t you think I don’t know your mind?”
Really I hardly knew it myself. But I knew she could play it like a virtuoso.
“You think you want to be a pet do you?” Oh dear, I’d said something about that long ago. She hadn’t any interest so I’d never referred to it again. If I were a fool I’d fear that somehow my wish had lay festering in her mind. But as far as I knew since we’d been together she’d become happier.
What I couldn’t know was if she’d remembered my old fantasy and though to be kind through cruelty to me or if one day lying back and thinking she felt there’d be nothing better than reducing me to a creature with four paws.
“You’ll be my pet today. No you won’t, you’ll be a barnyard animal. Don’t expect the kindness I show the dog. I’ll show you your place.” She grabbed the weekly shopper and slapped my head a few times. I couldn’t have anticipated how deeply that reduced me.
Hoping only to please her I knelt to one of her shoes to lick it. She kicked me away.
“Don’t try that trick with me!” I cringed trying to curl into myself.
“In the kitchen you’ll find I’ve left you a nice mix of cold mashed potatoes and liver in a bowl. In another bowl there’s some specially flavored water. Human food is quite a treat for dog don’t you think?”
Cold liver and mashed potatoes sounded pretty inhuman to me.
“Eat and drink it all, don’t leave anything behind and crawl to the corner I’ve prepared for you. Stay there and be silent. If you need to pee hold it in like any proper dog. Be bad and be punished.”
“Later I’ll instruct you in proper begging and fetching.”
Completely humbled I crawled my way to the kitchen to eat the foul mixtures prepared for me. Whether the treat or training was worse would wait until later. When would I learn to keep my mouth shut when talking to her. Probably never.
Her voiced called after me, “But if you are a good puppy I’ll let you beg for a few treats.”
