Chapter 21
Iwake with a start, trying to comprehend where I am.
I’m curled up, naked on a fluffy bed inside a cage.
Panic tears through my body before my brain clicks into gear and tells me I’m at Freddie’s house on a playmate job.
Relief floods my bloodstream as I realise my situation isn’t as dire as one might first suspect.
I stir my body, trying to get comfortable in the confined space.
As I move around I feel the twinge in my bladder and know I need to go to the toilet soon.
I can see the form of Freddie’s foot peeking out of the large duvet cover and can hear his soft breathing from slumber so I know he’s still here with me. Again, relief washes over me.
I can’t speak and I can’t bring myself to bark.
So I make the only sound I can bear to make—I begin to softly whine for my master.
I watch as Freddie’s foot disappears from my view and I hear movement above me in the bed.
I continue to whine and look up at the bed until Freddie’s face comes into view as he’s shuffled over to the edge of the bed to look down on me.
“Hey there my girl, are you ok?” he says to me, his voice thick with sleep. I have no choice but to whine some more and tap at the locked gate with my paws. I watch as Freddie scratches his beard.
“Would you like a drink?” he asks me and although actually I would like a drink—I have a more burning desire right now. I shake my head and continue to whine.
“Something to eat?” Again I shake my head. “Oh you need the toilet my girl?” this time I stop whining and stick my tongue out and start panting.
“Ahhh there we are. Ok, let’s go. We should really be getting up soon anyways.
” I watch as he stretches his long muscled arms and swings his legs over the bed just in his track pants.
He picks up the leash, walks over to me, unlocks the cage and attaches it to my collar.
I nuzzle my head against his large forearm and look up at him with gratification.
I’m still naked and my breasts pebble at his closeness.
As Freddie pulls his arms back, he lifts one hand to rub under my chin and I lean into his touch, yearning for more.
His eyes darken at my response to him and he lowers his hand to softly stroke my hanging breasts.
The gentle touch drives me wild for more.
I try and move forward but my bladder twinges and I remember why I needed him.
I move uncomfortably and whine again. That seems to break the spell Freddie was under.
“Right, follow me.” Freddie requests. And I do, on all fours.
Out of the bedroom, down the hallway and past the bathroom.
I stop, wondering where he’s taking me. Freddie chuckles, “I have another toilet for you this morning.” I frown, but continue to follow him.
We arrive at the stairs. Just as I’m about to panic about falling face down down the staircase, he turns around and picks me up in a honeymoon lift.
Slowly Freddie carries me down each step and all I can do is put my arms and paws around his neck to hold on.
I inhale deeply as his woody scent fills my nose and nuzzle at his neck.
I’m not sure what comes over me but I peek out my tongue and lick at the sensitive part of his neck and I hear him moan.
I do it again and realise he has not put me down once we have reached the bottom of the stairs and has continued walking.
I lick again with a flat tongue and he moans again.
“I cannot wait for you to do that to my cock at breakfast today, Roxy,” he growls at me. I begin to nibble lightly in the place I’ve been licking and feel his neck shudder in pleasure.
“You keep doing that to me and I won’t make it to the bathroom for you.”
I pull back and stop, I need to pee, more so than earlier. Then I realise we have reached the kitchen and are standing at the back door. I look up at his face as he turns his to explain.
“We are going for an early morning walk in my garden and you can do your business out here.” My eyes widen in surprise. I can’t say anything and right now I’m busting so much I’d pee anywhere.
Freddie lowers me to the floor and I get back onto my hands and knees.
I look up to see Freddie unlock the door and step outside in the brisk morning air.
I shiver in the fresh temperature which is only making me need to pee even more.
I whine to convey my urgency. “This way my girl, over here onto the grass.” Freddie leads the way and I crawl behind him.
The sun has begun to rise but it’s still mostly dark.
I look around the garden but all I can see is dark trees and bushes.
No lights, neighbours or people to watch me being led around this man’s garden, naked and dressed like a dog.
“You can pee here.” Freddie points at a patch of grass.
My relief is short lived when I see him watching me.
Not only do I have to pee outside like this, on a leash.
I have to do it with him staring at me. I don’t even know how to in this position.
I decide to sit up on my heels and pee sitting in that position, first ensuring my soft tail is out of the way.
I close my eyes and try and relax my body, praying my bladder will finally release.
After what feels like an eternity of humiliation, the dam breaks and I sigh into the flow of urine that is seeping into the grass.
“There’s my good girl,” Freddie praises as he walks towards me.
“Such a good girl” he coos in a babying voice just like you would use to a puppy or a toddler.
He strokes my head with praise and regardless of how he is speaking to me, his rewarding strokes make everything worthwhile.
I shiver again, remember where I am and the chill in the air.
Freddie stops stroking me and pulls on the leash, “A quick walk before breakfast.”
I’m grateful for the knee pads and mittens covering my hands as I follow him around his huge garden, Freddie watches my every move as we make slow progress and the bulge in his tracksuit pants tells me he’s enjoying this little excursion outside.
Being outside is a whole new level of humiliation I’m not sure I was ready for but at the same time, seeing the enjoyment on his face and the way he rewards me takes away the shame and replaces it with a need.
Maybe I will need therapy after this job but I suspect it will be to unpack why I am in fact turned on from the experience as opposed to any harm it might have had to my mental health.
Despite the fact that my hands and knees are covered, I am relieved to see we’ve made it to the back kitchen door again. My body is aching, I am not used to moving like this or being in this position for prolonged periods of time.
“Sit.” Freddie clicks his fingers and points at me. I obey immediately, sitting back on my heels, paws in front of my chest, I stick my tongue out and start panting.
Freddie opens the door and says, “Inside.” I crawl inside the doorway and he follows. He shuts it behind me. Taking a dog bowl of water from the counter, he places it down on the floor in front of me. Grateful I bend my head and begin to lap at the water before sucking down as much as I can.
I don’t see Freddie’s large frame kneeling down beside me until I feel his hands stroking my head, down my neck along my back and down my backside and then back of my legs.
I freeze and lift my head to look up at him, my head tilted as a nonverbal question, but he doesn’t catch my eye, only reaches back up to my head and begins to stroke me again.
I go back to drinking, hoping he’ll continue because I’m enjoying it but I’m also thirsty and need to drink more.
Never in my life have I enjoyed being stroked in the way Freddie strokes me.
The caresses spark a yearning inside of me I never knew existed which heats straight in my centre.
The touches feel like a tease, I want him to touch and caress me between my legs.
Every time his hand runs down my backside, I’m sure they curve deeper inside my thighs.
Getting oh so close, but still too far away. I almost whine in frustration.
When I finish drinking my fill of water, my core is a dripping mess running down the inside of my thighs.
On his next stroke, Freddie notices. “You like this my girl, don’t you.
You are dripping down your thighs.” He’s no longer speaking in a cooing voice, it’s now deep and husky, his voice laced with desire.
“I am going to need to break my own rules with you Roxy,” he whispers in my hair.
“I can’t wait until breakfast; I need to mount you and fuck you like last night.
With that, he reaches for my paws, picks them up and places them on the kitchen cabinets.
He must pull his trackpants down because I can feel his hot length against my arse cheeks as he positions my body to how he wants it.
The movement of the plug when he adjusts my tail is enough to make me let out another whimper and he pauses to gently thrust it in and out for a moment.
“Roxy, you have been my most perfect dog,” he says into my neck as he lines his cock up to my entrance.
“I want to mount you and fuck you all around my house,” he breathes as he thrusts in one swift move all the way into me to the hilt.
I yelp at his deep intrusion, and shudder as he nibbles at my neck the same way I had done to him earlier.