Chapter 20 #2
“When I eat, you will suck my cock under the dinner table until I come. You are to lick me clean once you are finished. When you are finished, you will be able to eat your food from the dog bowls provided. I would like to bathe you and mount you doggy style before curling up to watch a movie before we go to sleep. We will awake early to do a similar routine before we say goodbye. How does that sound to you?”
“I-I think it sounds great,” I reply, not knowing what else I should say. I can hardly back out now. Everything he has said so far isn’t too far out of the realm of what I had imagined. Maybe not the barking but I can work around that, it sounds like $15,000 of doggy role play to me.
Freddie’s eyes smoulder at me, his pillowy lips curl into a wide grin.
“Excellent. Let’s get started. Please note, I expect obedience and will punish or reward you like any other pet.
” He smiles at me, the confidence and dominance in that expression clearly representing the authority of his position and what he is expecting in mine. “Please take off your clothes.”
My blood heats and my pulse quickens. This is it.
I either get naked and be Freddie’s dog for twelve hours or I go home.
My instincts are telling me I’m safe and I can do it.
I remember Sophie’s words that she recommends the experience, so I begin to undo the zip down the front of my romper and peel down the sleeves over my shoulders and arms. My breasts hang full and heavy seeing as I didn’t wear a bra.
I look up to see Freddie’s eyes following my every movement sitting back on the sofa with desire written all over his face.
I see him take in the hickies James left on my breasts as he looks from one to the other but he doesn’t comment on them, only one side of his lips quirk, in approval?
I remove my shoes, top half now completely naked.
I stand and shimmy the romper down over my hips and pull one leg out after the other until I’m left in just my black silk thong.
I pinch the sides and pull the fabric down to expose my naked mound and pussy before bending down and picking up the clothes to lie across the sofa arm.
Freddie reaches down his side of the sofa and picks up a shoebox sized box and lifts the lid off.
He stands and lifts a red leather collar and walks towards me.
I catch a glimpse of the name tag and am surprised to see my name etched into the shiny gold circle.
Without saying a word, he lifts it to my neck and fastens the buckle at the back.
My long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail and he seems to approve.
Walking back over to the box, he lifts out a headband with two brown perky ears attached, which he turns and places onto my head.
Going back to the box he pulls out two mittens and knee pads.
“Hold out your hands please, Roxy.” I obediently lift my hands up in front of me.
He pulls on one thick cotton mitten that has brown fur on the top and fastens it around my wrist before moving onto the next one.
Freddie then picks up a knee pad and bends onto his knees.
When his eyeline is just below my breasts he says, “Lift your foot Roxy.” I do as I’m told and he pulls the elastic up over my foot, up my calves and settles the padding over my knee.
I watch as he carefully does the same with my right leg.
This can of course mean only one thing: crawling.
Standing once again he pulls out a tube and a tail.
“Now the pièce de résistance. Please get onto your knees now Roxy, you will have no need to stand again for the next twelve hours. Lean over the sofa whilst I place this plug in your arsehole. It will fit snugly inside and has a flat base so you can go about the house like it wasn’t there.
The tail is super soft so you shouldn’t have any problems sitting for me.
” He opens the cap and squirts some lube onto the plug.
I drop to my knees as Freddie requested and lean over the sofa with my forearms. I can feel his hands as they part my arsecheeks and line up the plug to my tight hole.
Slowly, he adds pressure to it and pushes it steady and deep until my back hole allows the intrusion and suctions it in with the bulb nestled inside and the tail gently brushing the back of my legs.
My face burns, I feel utterly humiliated.
Is this my limit or can I work through this?
“Now my little pet, your metamorphosis is complete. Please get down on all fours so I can see you.”
This is it. I have sunk to the lowest of my depravity. Nothing has ever made me feel so completely naked and out of my comfort zone. I am now this man’s pet dog. Can I do this for real? For twelve hours?
I lower myself from the sofa and go on my mitten covered hands and knees, my butt in the air and the fluffy tail flopping between my legs.
I crane my head to look up at Freddie. As my eyes trail up his legs I see the giant hard length in his jeans.
I continue up to his face, where my eyes meet his.
They are staring back at me, dark and hungry.
It pleases him seeing me on my hands and knees.
I try to watch as he walks around me, admiring my naked body.
When he’s standing back in front of me, he orders, “Sit up.” I move my weight onto my hunches and sit back onto my heels with my mitten covered hands like paws bent in front of my chest. “When I tell you to sit up, I would like you to hang your tongue out and pant for me.”
Oh god. Is this too far? Can I do it? The utter depravity of sticking my tongue out and panting for him is beyond the humiliation I thought I could handle.
I shut down these thoughts, determined to stay positive, Think of the money, think of the $15,000.
I open my mouth and let my tongue hang out and begin panting.
I want to be his obedient pet, I need to act like it. I can do this.
Freddie’s smile lights up his dark blue eyes.
He reaches out his hand and pats my head in long sensual strokes.
“Good girl, Roxy.” Every reservation and humiliated thought melts from my mind.
His praise courses through me hitting my core and sparking right in my clit.
He keeps stroking his large calloused hand from my forehead down to the back of my head where he stops at my low ponytail.
I get the feeling this was a test and I just passed.
I still have my tongue hanging out and am panting, my naked chest rising and falling.
Freddie’s hand stops stroking my head and he tickles under my chin and then bending down himself onto his knees he runs his hand down my chest and across my left breast and then my right.
He gingerly strokes and caresses each breast with both hands before moving down and stroking my stomach.
Pulling away he says to himself quietly, “Plenty of time to play later.” Before standing and reaching for one last item in the box.
A red leather leash. He clips it onto my collar where my name tags hangs and says to me, “On all fours Roxy, it’s dinner time.
Follow me.” I lower down onto my knee pads and paw mittens and slowly follow him through the room and out into the hallways.
Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have considered myself being someone’s naked pet crawling around their house wearing a tail and collar and being led by a leash.
The idea is so wrong, but as I follow my master, something inside of me begins to heat up.
The depravity of the whole situation is turning me on like nothing I have felt before.
If we are going to dinner, I know I have to suck on my master’s cock before I can eat my own dinner.
Freddie walks slowly to ensure I can keep up and we walk together side by side into a large dining room.
I look around the sparse room but can only see from all fours.
There is only one chair at the head of the table.
Freddie unclips my leash. “Sit.” He commands and points to where I am currently on all fours.
I do as he asks and sit on my back legs, tongue out panting.
“Good girl, you catch on quickly my Roxy girl.” Again, I am rewarded by him stroking my hair and it feels like the most sensual touch I’ve ever been granted.
I preen and enjoy his strokes before he pulls his hand away and sits down at the table.
I can hear what sounds like a lid being lifted from a plate and I take that as my cue to get back onto all fours and crawl towards him, under the table and stop between his knees.
They’re open and I run my cheek along the inside of each of his thighs, fully absorbed into my role.
I don’t just want to be Freddie’s pet dog, I want to be the best dog he’s ever had.
As I nuzzle my face closer and closer to his crotch, I can feel the length of him grow down his right trouser leg.
I use my teeth over his jeans and nibble lightly through the fabric and I hear a groan above me at the table.
I raise my paws and attempt to undo his button but it’s no use.
He must have expected this, as he places his cutlery onto his plate with a clink and reaches his hands down under the table to undo the button and zipper, pulling his cock free from his trouser leg.