Chapter 1

He awoke to the familiar smell of the leather hood locked onto his head. The hood had no eyeholes, making it impossible to tell whether it was midnight or noon. The stainless steel collar was still locked around his neck, connected with a short chain to a nearby bedpost. The stirring of his "current" mistress and the urgent need to pee told him that it was probably morning. He stretched a little to relieve the stiffness from lying on the floor all night. The leather wrist cuffs, locked together in front, limited his movement. She had mercifully left the mouth gag off, as she had required his oral servitude several times throughout the night.

As he lay on the floor, he reflected on the events leading up to his current situation. Six months ago, he had a real addiction to Internet porn, especially BDSM, Femdom and male chastity sites. Late at night, when Jenny was asleep, he would sneak upstairs to the computer and log on to any number of these sites and stay on for several hours, amassing a huge collection of pictures on his hard drive. Stroking his penis, he would set his picture viewing software on "slideshow" and pump away while the pictures flashed by. He would bring himself close to the edge, then back off several times, until the inevitable happened and he erupted in a huge orgasm. Afterwards, treading softly down the stairs, he would slide back into bed while Jenny slept soundly. This soon developed into a three-to-four times a week habit.

Sex with Jenny was okay, but vanilla sex could only satisfy a small portion of Bob's sexual appetite. Married for 15 years, Bob had long fantasized about being dominated by her, but couldn't bring himself to, for fear she might reject him. He preferred to keep it to himself, relying on the internet and masturbation to feed and stimulate his fantasies for bondage and female domination. The couple had sex mostly on Saturday or Sunday mornings, with Jenny initiating most of the time. She could tell lately that Bob didn't seem to have the same drive for sex anymore. When she gently broached the subject, Bob attributed it to "getting older". Jenny suspected that there had to be another reason. Bob was still in great shape. Was he having an affair? She shuddered at the thought. She had to find out.

One night that week, Jenny was sleeping soundly when Bob decided to get up for a little extra-curricular activity. As he was leaving the bedroom, he bumped into the door and made a slight noise. He froze, waiting to hear any change in Jenny's breathing pattern, which could mean she was waking up. Hearing nothing unusual, he headed upstairs. He proceeded to log on to the internet and hit some of his favorite sites. Fifteen minutes later, as he was busy pumping away, he heard a sound on the stairs. He whirled around to see Jenny standing there, watching him with her hands on her hips. "So this is where you go at night! No wonder you don't have much left for me on the weekend!" He quickly pulled his shorts up and stuffed his still erect penis into them. "Now come back to bed and shut off that computer. And from now on, stay off the computer at night!" she said as she turned and descended the stairs. "Of course, honey. It's not like I do this all the time," he lied. He didn't know what else to say, so he decided to say nothing and maybe she would forget about this by the next day. Slipping into bed beside her, he lay in silence as his frustrated penis slowly deflated. He finally drifted off to sleep, wondering what the next day would bring. The next morning, as he got up and got ready for work, nothing was said about the previous night. She sent him out the door with the usual goodbye kiss. Good, he thought, she's either forgotten or is letting it slide.

Two nights later, he was upstairs again, engaged in his favorite activity. As he was coming back downstairs, Jenny met him at the bottom. "I thought the other night was a one time deal! You said you wouldn't do this again!" "Sorry honey, it's kind of a hard habit to break," he allowed.

The next day, Jenny busied herself with the usual household chores. Thoughts of the previous night kept coming up into her consciousness. Finally, she could no longer ignore her curiosity and went upstairs and logged onto the internet. She checked the browser history and logged onto some of the websites that Bob had been on. What she saw was a shock – she had barely even heard of BDSM, male chastity, or femdom, and here was a huge collection of pictures on these subjects! She decided to give herself an education on BDSM, if this was what turned Bob on. As she browsed the sites, she noted that some of the femdom pictures showed dominatrices in various poses, some wearing corsets, some wearing leather and thigh-high boots, most wielding a whip or crop. Although she had never seen anything like this before, it seemed to strike a chord somewhere deep in her psyche. The more she read, the more she wanted to know about this "dark side" of sex. She found a website on male chastity and started reading some of the stories about men whose penises were locked up by dominating women who kept the keys and only allowed them to cum once in a while. She read about how the male would become more and more subservient and eager to please, the longer he was confined in the device. It would also give the woman complete and absolute control over his orgasms, including when and how he would come. Jenny decided that if that's what Bob wanted, she would help him achieve that goal in ways he never imagined. She decided to take a trip that afternoon to the local sex shop to buy a few special items for Bob.


Chapter 2

When Bob got home from work that evening, he found a note on the kitchen table. It read, "Welcome home, lover, I've got a special surprise for you in the bedroom. Take off all your clothes and meet me there! Love, Jen". All right, he thought, maybe she decided to spice things up a little bit. As he made his way to the bedroom, he left a trail of clothing behind him and his dick began to harden. As he entered the bedroom, he saw Jenny lying on her side on the bed, head propped up on one arm, and dressed like a Victoria's Secret model. The black lace bra, matching panties, and thigh-high black nylons covering her long luscious legs were enough to make Bob's dick get even harder. "Looks like someone's happy to see me!" she exclaimed, looking at Bob's engorged member. "Honey, you look good enough to eat!" said Bob as he made his way over to the bed and lay down next to her. They embraced in a passionate kiss as Bob started undoing the clasp in the front of her bra. Jen moaned as he started licking and sucking her nipples. His hands began exploring her body, squeezing her breasts, and making their way down her body, eventually reaching her panties. Before he could go any farther, Jen started stroking his dick slowly, driving him mad with passion. When he tried again to pull down her panties, she rolled over to evade him. "What's the matter honey?" Bob said between panting breaths. "I picked up some things today that I thought we could try out," she said. She reached under the bed and pulled out some leather ankle and wrist cuffs. "I didn't know you were into the kinky stuff," Bob said. "I thought we could try something different, for a change" she said. "Why don't you lie back on the bed and we can try these on for size" she said as she guided him down on the bed into a spread-eagle position. After locking the cuffs on him with small padlocks, she pulled out four coils of rope from under the bed and soon had Bob tied hand and foot to the bedposts. Bob's cock was pointing straight up and harder than ever. Once she had him secured, Jenny applied a small amount of sex lube and started to slowly stroke Bob's cock, driving him wild with lust and passion. "Please, Jen, finish me off, I can't stand it any longer!" he pleaded after a few minutes of slow teasing. "What's the matter, can't use your hand??" Jenny teased. "You know I couldn't right now, even if I wanted to!" Bob panted. She continued to stroke his cock, alternating a few slow and a few fast strokes. "How often have you been going upstairs in the middle of the night?" she asked as she continued to stroke him. "Only once in a while," he said, his breathing quickening. Jenny speeded up her strokes until she could sense that he was right on the edge. She released his cock quickly, and watched as his hips surged off the bed, trying to restore contact. "How often?" she asked again. "Only a few times a month!" Bob managed to blurt out. She bent over him and placed her luscious lips around his cock and started stroking at a leisurely pace. Repeatedly she brought him to the edge of insanity and back down again. Bob was barely rational by now, thrashing and pulling at the restraints that held him to the bed. Jenny withdrew from his cock and looked him in the eyes. "I will ask you one more time, how often have you been going upstairs in the middle of the night?" Bob was practically in tears now. "Alright, alright, three or four times a week!" he wailed. "Please finish me off, now, I promise I won't do it again. I'll do anything you say!! Please!!"

Jenny left the room for a minute, returning with a bag of ice. She placed it around his cock until it became soft again. She opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small leather harness of some sort with a steel ring attached. "Starting right now, you won't be doing any more jerking off for the foreseeable future," she said with a wicked look. "What are you talking about?" Bob said, a knot growing in the pit of his stomach. Jenny began sliding the cock ring over his cock, then buckling the leather harness around the underside of his balls. Finally, she produced a small brass padlock, which she hooked through the eyelets of the harness strap and the "D" ring, before closing it with a very audible "click". She began stroking him again until his cock began to stiffen. Once it became fully erect, she stopped and examined it. The cock ring was just a little smaller in diameter than his erect cock. "Perfect" she said, "I wasn't sure if this was the right size, but it seems to fit you perfectly". "What do mean, 'perfect'? It's too small!" he whined. "No, it's just right. Now you won't be tempted to whack off on your own, because you will find that once you are hard, you won't be able to come without considerable pain, because the semen will stay locked up behind the ring. Allow me to demonstrate". She started to stroke him, slowly picking up the pace, until he felt like he was about to explode. He quickly realized the implications of this harness and what might happen if he were to attempt to cum. "Stop! Please, honey, stop, before I cum!" he practically screamed. 'But I thought that's what you've been begging me to do for the last half hour", she teased. "Please, sweetheart, fun is fun, but please stop and take this harness off of me so I can finish!" he whined. "This is just a taste of what you can expect from now on" she told him as she let go of his cock. "From this moment on, your cock and your orgasms belong to ME. This is a temporary measure until I can obtain a more permanent and escape proof device. And if you have any thoughts of cutting it off, you will find yourself on the street, after my attorney bleeds you dry in a divorce settlement. "But honey, what about right now? I was so close to cumming!" Bob protested. "The way I see it, Bob, you owe me probably a few hundred orgasms that you stole when you were whacking off in private. You can start paying me back right now", as she straddled his face and grabbed his hair, pulling him into her love mound. "If you ever want to cum again, you will do your best to please me. Do you understand?" "Yes" came a groan from between her legs. "Yes, Mistress!" she said, pulling his head back by the hair. "Yes, Mistress!" he repeated, his eyes wide with shock. He had never seen this side of Jenny before. He was at once turned on and somewhat frightened at this new side of his wife.

After he had brought her to a couple of orgasms, she let him rest for a minute. "Understand this, Bob, that your life from this moment on will be different. You will be expected to be more attentive to me, and I will prepare a list of chores for you to do around the house. You will be so tired by bedtime, you will want nothing more than to sleep through the night!"

She went in to the nightstand drawer again and retrieved a leather dog collar. She placed it around his neck and produced a padlock which she ran through one of the buckle holes and locked it to the d-ring. Next, a leash was snapped onto the collar. She put a leather blindfold over his eyes, then untied and removed the ropes from his wrist restraints. As she pulled him by the leash to a sitting position, she ordered him to place his hands behind his back. He complied, too stunned to resist. She quickly padlocked the cuffs together behind his back. She finished untying and removing the ropes from his ankle restraints and pulled him by the leash off the bed. "Follow me," she said unnecessarily. He was still getting over the shock of his wife becoming assertive and dominant, so he put up little resistance as she led him through the house and outside to the back yard. Thank god we live on a secluded lot, he thought. She led him over to the edge of the wooded area which surrounded their yard to a dog house that had been left by the former owners which Bob hadn't yet gotten around to disposing of. "On your knees," she ordered. She picked up a six foot heavy chain, which she had attached and locked to a nearby tree earlier, and locked it to his collar. She proceeded to unlock his wrist restraints and stepped back out of range of the chain. "You may sit down and remove the blindfold," she told him. As he sat down on the ground, he reached up and removed the blindfold and looked around. "What is all this?" he demanded. "Until you can prove to me that you deserve to act like a human being again, you will be my dog. You may sleep here tonight. I will bring out your food and water shortly". "You're kidding, right? You wouldn't really leave me here all night?" he said, tugging at the chain, afraid of what her answer would be. "No, Bob, I'm not kidding. Until you learn proper respect for me, you will be treated like the animal you are. Now, if you want any supper tonight, I suggest you adopt a better attitude towards your owner." Bob knew better than to argue further with her, and cast his eyes downward. "I'm sorry, Jen, er, Mistress, I didn't mean to offend you. Please bring me some food". He figured that once she had time to cool off as she prepared dinner, she would forgive and release him. "That's better, Fido. I'll be back soon with your meal. She turned on her heel and walked back into the house. Meanwhile, Bob examined the chain holding him prisoner to the tree. Damn, he thought, this chain could probably hold an elephant! The locks seemed just as solid and secure. I guess I'll have to humor her for now, until she cools off, he mused.

He took some time to examine the harness locked around his genitals. He tried pulling at it from several angles, but it was locked on snugly. He thought back to when Jenny was stroking him with the harness on, and shuddered at the thought of what might have happened if she hadn't stopped in time. His balls ached with fullness, crying for relief. The wrist and ankle cuffs were still locked on, which only exacerbated his feeling of being "owned" by his mistress.

A few minutes later, Jen appeared at the back door, carrying what he presumed to be his supper. As she got closer, he noticed that she seemed to be carrying two large dog bowls. She walked up to the dog house and set them down in front of him. As he looked at the contents, he noticed that one bowl was filled with what looked like hash, and the other was filled with water. "Do you really expect me to eat like this?" he asked. "I expect you to eat like the dog you are, on all fours", she replied. "Is this what it looks like? Is this dog food?" he said. "It certainly is, and you are to eat it without using your hands. You may begin", she ordered. He got on his hands and knees and moved toward the dog food. He lowered his head, and promptly gagged at the sight and smells before him. "Honey, this has been fun, but the joke's over. Unlock this collar and chain and let's go back into the bedroom", he said, trying not to sound afraid. "This is no joke, and you're not going anywhere!" she said. "If you're not hungry, we'll just take this back into the house, and try again tomorrow". She picked up the bowl of dog food and walked back into the house. I don't care what she does or says, he thought, she'll never get me to eat dog food.

He decided to look around to see if he could find a discarded tool or a rock with which he could break the lock or chain. Looking inside the dog house, he saw that Jenny had left him a couple of old blankets. I guess she really thinks I am going to sleep here, he thought. Looking around the outside of the dog house, he found a small rock on the ground. He tried smashing the lock, but after about a dozen tries and some bruised knuckles, the lock showed barely a scratch. Feeling the first signs of desperation, he started yanking at the unyielding chain where it joined his dog collar. He finally had to resign himself to the fact that he wasn't going anywhere until Jenny released him. He could always scream for help and hope that a neighbor would hear and come to his rescue, but he couldn't bear the embarrassment he would experience if anyone saw him in this position. No one would even miss him at work tomorrow, since this was Friday night and he wasn't due back at work until Monday. She wouldn't really keep him like this all weekend, would she?


Chapter 3

Fortunately, it was late summer, and the nighttime temperatures were still moderate. If he stayed in the dog house and wrapped the blankets around him, he would stay warm enough through the night. When the sun began to go down and the temperature started dropping, he decided to get into the dog house and get as comfortable as possible, considering his situation. His stomach began to gurgle with hunger pangs. I wonder how long I can hold out like this, he wondered. He listened to the sounds of the night around him. It made him feel very vulnerable. He finally drifted off into a fitful sleep, thinking about all the things that had happened and wondering what else Jenny had in store for him.

He awoke to the sounds of birds chirping all around him and the sunlight streaming in. He opened his eyes and instinctively looked for the alarm clock before the realization of his situation set in. He felt an uncommon hardness in his cock, and looked down to see it standing out at full attention, looking larger and harder than he had ever seen it before. It was painfully erect, and he had a strong urge to pee. How am I ever going to pee like this? he wondered. He pulled the blankets off and started to crawl out of the dog house. Much to his surprise, there was Jenny, a few yards away, reclining in a lounge chair, looking well rested. "Good morning, Fido, hope you slept well", she said sarcastically. "Honey, please, let me out of this", he pleaded. "I have to pee really bad, and I can't do anything in this condition". She smirked as she saw his fully engorged penis. "Oh, I think you can think of a way to shrink your weenie if you really try", she said. "Let's see - what would help it to shrink?" she said, putting her finger against her chin in a mock reflective manner. "I know, you need to place it in something cold, like the water in your bowl!" she exclaimed. Out of pride, he hadn't taken a drink out of it yet, even though he was rather thirsty. Since he didn't know when he might be released, he was hesitant to do what she suggested, just in case he became desperate for some water. His bladder, however, was putting up a pretty strong argument in favor of doing whatever it took to get some relief. Resignedly, he crawled over to the bowl and lowered his cock into the water. "Not too deep, now, we wouldn't want the leather harness to shrink, now, would we?" she teased. It took a couple of minutes, but his cock finally started to shrink. When he felt that it was small enough to allow him to pee, he pulled out of the water and began to stand up. "Hold it, Fido, all my dogs pee on all fours, with one leg lifted against a tree. If you want to be released sometime soon, you will act like the dog you are. Now get to it!!" Defeated, he crawled over to the tree he was chained to and lifted one leg. It took all of his willpower to pee in this situation, but he closed his eyes and concentrated and finally managed to start a stream. When he was finished, he dropped his leg and looked over at Jenny. She had a small digital camera in her hands, and she had recorded a video of the whole thing! "This will make a nice little blackmail video, just in case you decide to misbehave", she said. She got up and walked cheerfully into the house. Bob felt more humiliated than ever.

Jen left Bob out at the dog house for the rest of the morning. At noontime, she came out again with the same bowl of dog food and put it down in front of him. As she turned around, he grabbed her ankle and wouldn't let go. "I've had enough of this treatment, Jen, and I want you to let me go right now!" he said with what he hoped was a convincingly stern tone. Before he could react, Jenny reached down with a personal size Tazer and zapped his forearm, sending shock waves throughout his whole body. He quickly let go of her and grabbed his arm in pain and shock. After she stepped out of range, she stood facing him. "If I were you I'd be a good dog today. The weather forecast for this afternoon and tonight is for scattered showers and thunderstorms. It might get a little rough spending the night out here, especially with the built-in lightning rod you have attached to your collar!" He subconsciously touched the chain with his fingers, picturing what it might be like to be struck by lightning like that. "If you want to spend tonight in the house, you better start working hard to earn that privilege." "I'm sorry, mistress, I'm going crazy out here. I will try to be a good... dog," he had a hard time referring to himself that way. "That's more like it." she told him. "For starters, you will now finish this dog food that you refused to eat last night. I would eat it if I were you, since there won't be any other food coming your way until you do." She turned and went back into the house. He looked at the bowl and tried to think of a way out of this. He looked up and noticed that Jen was staring at the window, watching him. I guess that rules out throwing the food into the woods, he thought. His stomach continued to complain about it's empty condition. Then the sunlight faded from view. He looked up, and saw some dark clouds on the horizon, moving slowly in his direction. Now he began to get worried. Jenny was still at the window, her arms crossed. He crawled over to the bowl and looked inside. As he stared at it, it looked even more unappetizing than last night, if that was possible. How was he ever going to eat this? A distant clap of thunder was just enough to jolt him into action. He dipped his head into the bowl, and began to eat. It was disgusting, but it filled his stomach. While he was eating, he became aware that he was sporting a hard-on. The humiliation and domination was turning him on. Was this what he really wanted? To be totally dominated by his wife? Until last night, it had been just a distant fantasy. He remembered some words of wisdom he had heard once – Be careful what you wish for... He couldn't be certain if this was his dream come true or his worst nightmare.

As he finished eating, he looked up to see if Jenny was still watching. Just when he thought his humiliation couldn't get any worse, he saw the camera pointed out the window, recording the whole thing. He just hung his head, knowing that he had been broken. Jenny saw this too, and decided to begin the next phase of her plan. She came out with the leash, and stood a few yards away. "Have you had enough? Are you ready to obey my every command?" "Yes," he said in a small voice. "Yes, WHAT?" she demanded. "Yes, mistress," he said. "Remember," she continued, "I now have digital videos of you in some very embarrassing positions, which I have hidden away. It could very easily find it's way onto the internet, or e-mailed to your friends and co-workers." She walked over to him and clipped the leash onto his collar. She then removed a key which was hanging on a chain around her neck, and unlocked the chain from the collar. "Heel," she commanded, as she proceeded to walk around the yard, holding the leash taut. He followed her around on all fours, hoping that this would end soon. She decided to test his level of obedience. She led him back to the dog house. "Sit," she commanded. He hesitated only a couple of seconds before sitting. "Good boy," she said. "Heel" she said. He got back up on all fours, waiting for direction from the leash. She led him up to the water bowl. "You must be very thirsty, why don't you take a drink?" she said. Remembering that he had dipped his genitals in that water, he said, "No, thank you, mistress." "I wasn't giving you a choice. Now, drink!" she said sternly. He meekly brought his head down to the bowl and started to lap up the water. He still had a hard-on, and it throbbed as he went further and further into a submissive state. Meanwhile, Jenny was experiencing the high that comes with absolute power over a willing slave. She began to realize that the possibilities were endless and that she could make Bob do practically anything she wanted.

Chapter 4

As Bob lifted his head from the bowl, his face dripping with water, Jenny pulled on his leash until his head was forced up to look at her. "Are you going to be a good dog? Do you want to go inside?" she said in a sing-song voice as if she were talking to a puppy. "Yes, mistress," Bob said in a low voice. She pulled on the leash and started back toward the house with Bob scrambling along on all fours, trying to keep up. As they neared the back door, she suddenly stopped. "Look at you! You're all dirty and grimy! You can't go into the house like that. You might track something in on the rug!" she said. She tied his leash to a nearby deck rail, making sure it was taut enough to keep his head up high and looking straight ahead. She went into the house for a minute, and came out with a large scrub brush and a pail. She pulled a bottle of detergent out of the pail and began filling the pail with water with a garden hose. She dropped in a little detergent until the water was white with foamy suds. Bob could see what was coming, but felt powerless to do anything about it. She went over to him and unlocked and removed the wrist and ankle cuffs. "Oh, almost forgot about the weenie harness!" she exclaimed. She reached under him and unlocked and removed the harness. "Don't get too used to this being off, now," she said. A few seconds later, the jolt of an ice cold high pressure spray hit him in the ass. He jumped from the shock, but his leash jerked him back into place. She proceeded to wet him down all over. Picking up the scrub brush, she dipped it into the bucket and started scrubbing his body. The brush was stiff and felt like a thousand fingernails on his body. When she was finished, she sprayed him down again to rinse him off. He was shivering by now, and couldn't wait to get into the warm house. She untied his leash from the rail and told him to shake off the water like a dog. Humiliated, he did his best shaking dog impression. "Humph! You can't even do that right! Oh well," she said, tossing him a towel. She stood by, holding his leash, as he dried himself off. When he was finished, she told him to kneel and put his arms behind his back. There was little fight left in Bob now, so as he knelt, he just held his arms behind his back while she put his wrist cuffs back on and locked them together. She knelt down and locked his harness on. She then unlocked his wrist cuffs and led him on all fours into the house. He was led into the master bathroom, where he noticed the open clothes hamper.


Chapter 5

While Bob had spent the night as a dog in his dog house, Jenny had been on the internet, reading more stories and accounts of wives who dominated their husbands. She was fascinated, and had jotted down a few ideas for future reference. She began to refine and add new ideas to her plan of dominating Bob. When she led him into the bathroom, she was ready to implement the next phase of her plan. "I am giving you a chance to earn a night indoors. You will be judged on your performance this afternoon. I suggest you try very hard to be a good dog for the rest of today. What you see before you is an empty hamper. It was filled with dirty clothes. This will be your first training session. Since you usually throw your dirty clothes at the hamper instead of into it, I decided to give you the chance to pick up your clothes like I usually end up doing. I have spread out our dirty socks, underwear, shirts and pants on the floor all over the house. You have a half an hour to go around and pick up all of it and place it into the wash basket in the hallway. Oh, and by the way, since you are still a dog, you will do this on all fours, and pick up each item with your teeth only. And just to make it interesting, you will wear your blindfold and sniff out each item. Your smelly socks and underwear ought not to be too hard to find!" she giggled. That said, she placed the leather blindfold around his head and made sure it fit snugly. "Your time starts....now!" she said, punctuating that with a sharp snap on his naked ass with a riding crop. He turned around quickly and tentatively made his way out of the bathroom on his hands and knees. He crawled down the hallway, touching the baseboard with his right hand until he felt the opening to the living room. As he entered the room, he started sweeping the floor with his hands, hoping to find an item of clothing. Without warning, a sharp pain exploded on his ass cheek as Jenny's crop found it's mark. "You were explicitly told to sniff for your clothing! I won't warn you again. If you don't follow orders precisely, you will have to start your training over from the beginning. I don't think you want to spend another night in the dog house, literally, do you?" "No, mistress, I'm sorry. I will try harder," Bob said apologetically. Humiliated, Bob lowered his head and began sniffing like a dog, trying to locate clothing. He held his chin down to just above the carpet, so that he could at least feel the clothing in case he didn't smell it. After sweeping left and right for a while, he ran over what felt and smelled like a dirty sock. He picked it up with his teeth and turned around to find his way back to the hallway. After bumping into the coffee table and the easy chair, he managed to find the entrance to the hallway. He crawled down as fast as he could to the other end, where he found the laundry basket. Dropping the sock in, he turned and crawled back to the living room. At this rate, I'll never get this done in a half hour, he thought. This time, as he gathered each item, he placed it in a pile at the living room entrance. Jenny decided to have some fun by "directing" him with the crop. If he started going in the wrong direction, she would smack him on one side of his body, inducing him to turn away from the crop. When he finished in the living room, she guided him with the crop to the kitchen. He sniffed and crawled around the floor until he had collected every piece of clothing and placed it in a pile in the hallway. After he had been led through every room in the house, he was led back to the hallway. "You've got about two minutes left, and I see only one sock in the basket. You'd better hurry, or you'll be in the dog house again, if you know what I mean!" she said, laughing. Bob sniffed around and practically dove into the nearest pile of dirty clothing, grabbing as much with his teeth as possible, then crawling as fast as possible down the hall to the laundry basket. He felt like he was running some kind of weird relay race. Inevitably, he bumped into the walls several times along the way. Jen started counting down the last thirty seconds. "30..29..28..27..26..." Bob sniffed, grabbed and crawled like a crazy man, trying desperately to finish his task on time. As she called "time!" he had the last mouthful of dirty panties in his mouth, frozen in mid-crawl several yards away from the basket. He dropped the underwear dejectedly, his heavy breathing sounding much like a dog's panting. He waited for the inevitable slap from her crop. Instead, she said, "Don't move, I'll be right back." She returned a minute later and walked up to him. "Open wide," she ordered. Not knowing what to expect, he opened his mouth. He felt her right hand at the back of his head, holding it steady, then something being stuffed into his mouth. It only took a moment to realize what it was: the dirty panties which he had failed to get into the basket on time. Next he heard what sounded like wide tape being pulled off its roll. Jenny applied first one, then two more pieces of duct tape over his mouth to hold the underwear gag in. "Since you failed to get them in the basket, you can "pre-soak" them in your mouth for a while," she told him. "You may remove the blindfold." When he removed the blindfold, he blinked and looked around. "Yes, Fido, you did fairly well, considering. You have nearly earned the right to sleep inside tonight. However, you still have more training to endure before you earn the right to be called slave."


Chapter 6

She snapped a leash on his collar and led him into the bedroom. At the foot of the bed, he saw a chain which was locked around the leg of the heavy four poster bed. It looked to be about three feet long. Jenny unsnapped the leash and padlocked the chain to his collar. She pulled out another padlock and locked his wrist cuffs behind his back. "I'm going to enjoy a leisurely bath now, and you can get some rest," she told him as she pushed him over onto his side with her foot. She undressed, standing next to him as he lay on the floor. He looked up at her, his eyes trailing up her long legs, stopping briefly at her pussy, before venturing up even further to gaze at the undersides of her ample breasts. She stood over him, hands on her hips, looking very much like a goddess or conquering warrior looking down at her defeated enemy. "Looks like Mr. Weenie wants to play," she said with a smirk on her face. It was then that he realized that his dick was very erect and throbbing. It was painful though, still constrained within the confines of the steel ring and the leather harness. She knelt on the floor, dropped a little spit into her hand, and started rubbing his penis up and down. Bob started to moan through the gag as his sexual tension began a rapid ascent. She alternated a few quick strokes with a few slow strokes, until he was at the edge of madness. He pleaded with her to stop through the gag, but the words were unintelligible. Jenny bent over and took him into her mouth. Bob was whining heavily into the gag now. If she didn't stop soon, he didn't even want to think what might happen if he were to cum. Without warning, she stopped abruptly, got up, and walked into the bathroom. Bob's penis continued to throb as he humped the air out of sheer desperation.


Chapter 7

He had finally drifted off to sleep. As he awoke, he heard the sound of Jenny placing a dog bowl down in front of him. She bent over him and peeled off the duct tape which had held her panties captive in his mouth for the last two hours. She pulled the panties out and said, "Here is some water for you. I'd advise you to drink up. You'll need it." As she walked out, he struggled to get on his knees, his hands still bound behind his back. He greedily lapped up the water, which was cool and refreshing. It felt good to be able to move his lips and mouth again. A couple of minutes later, she entered the bedroom, unlocked his chain and cuffs, and snapped a leash on his collar. "Since you've been just lying around this afternoon, I'm gonna let you get a little exercise," she said, tugging on the leash and leading him out of the bedroom on all fours. She led him out the back door and into the yard, stopping at her lounge chair. "STAY," she ordered sternly, as she went back into the house. Bob knew better than to challenge her and stayed where he was. She emerged a few minutes later, carrying a tall drink in one hand and a red rubber ball in the other. After reclining in the lounge chair, she unsnapped his leash. After taking a sip of her Pina Colada, she threw the ball across the yard. "FETCH!" she ordered. He hesitated, not quite believing that she would humiliate him in this manner. Casting a steely look in his direction, she said, "that dog house is still available for another overnight stay, Fido, so I suggest you get busy and fetch that ball, while I'm still in a good mood." Looking defeated, Bob scurried along on all fours, scraping his knees on the grass and dirt. As he reached the ball, he bent down and picked it up in his teeth, knowing without being told that this was what was expected. He hurried back and placed the ball in his mistress' hand. "Good boy," she said, patting his head. "FETCH!"

By the time Bob had fetched the ball a few times, his hands and knees had become raw. Jen noticed this and stopped the game for a moment. "Poor baby, you're getting all scraped up. How about if I let you fetch on two legs instead of four?" Bob nodded, thinking he was better off not speaking right now. He stood up and got ready to run after the ball again. "Just a minute, I think we need to modify this a little," she said. She went in the house for a minute and returned with a couple of items in her hands. She produced a padlock and proceeded to lock his cuffs behind his back. "Since you're not using these anymore, we might as well keep them out of the way," she told him. "Face me," she said, and when he turned around, attached a clothespin to each nipple. She drew back her arm and threw the ball again, this time into the woods. "FETCH!" she barked. Sighing inwardly, Bob ran through the yard and into the woods. The tree branches clawed at his naked torso as he made his way through the woods, looking for that cursed ball. He finally found it, knelt down, and picked it up in his teeth. As he rose up, he bumped into a low hanging branch. He heard a buzzing sound, and looked up. The branch he hit held a hornet's nest, and the occupants were flying out to see who had disturbed their nest. Bob took off like a shot, not even noticing the scrapes and scratches he was accumulating as he ran full speed out of the woods. "Help me, help me" he screamed, but with the ball still in his mouth, it came out "Heh ee! Heh ee!". He started running around the yard, hands cuffed behind him, clothespins bouncing wildly, and the red ball between his teeth. Jenny almost fell off her lounge chair, laughing at the ridiculous sight.

After using the garden hose to shoo away the hornets and spray Bob down, she dried him off and led him inside, where he gratefully resumed his position on the floor at the foot of the bed, with the chain locked to his collar. She made sure his water bowl was full, and left him to rest for a while.

Jenny came in about an hour later with another dog bowl with dog food in it. Bob slowly awakened from his nap. She placed it a little farther away from Bob than his water bowl. "Here's your supper, boy, now eat it all up!" she told him. Bob looked at her. "Couldn't you put some real food in it, and I could pretend it's dog food?" he asked, timidly. "You could always spend another night outdoors, and pretend that you're in the house," she replied, darkly. Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, he resignedly crawled on his knees over to the food bowl. The chain was just long enough for him to get his mouth in the bowl. Jenny reached over and pulled the bowl a couple of inches farther away from him. He looked up at her and said, "How can I eat if you pull the bowl away from me?" "I want you to BEG for your food," she told him. "You want me to beg for THAT?" he said, glaring at her. "This is the only food you will be offered until tomorrow," she said. "I will give you one last chance. Now BEG!!" she commanded. Humiliated once again, Bob knew he had little choice if he didn't want to be hungry until tomorrow. "Please, mistress, may I have my dog food?" he asked in a low voice. "I can't HEAR you..." she taunted. "PLEASE, mistress, may I have my dog food?" he asked in a louder voice. "I want to hear you whine like a dog," she told him. "MMMmmmm, MMMmmm, MMMmmm," he whined. "Here you go, boy," she said as she pushed the dog bowl back over to him with her foot. He knew better than to delay the inevitable any longer, so he bent down to the bowl and began to eat. She had pushed the bowl just far enough so he had to strain at the leash to get each mouthful. He had to back up slightly to chew and swallow each bite. When he was finished, she took the bowl away and stood next to him. "Since you finished all your food, I think you deserve a little dessert, don't you, boy?" she said. Spotting a glimmer of hope for some human food, Bob said, "Yes, Mistress. May I please have some dessert?" Jen placed her high heeled foot on the floor near him. "You may lick my shoes for your dessert," she ordered. His hopes dashed, Bob bent over to begin his task of cleaning his mistress' shoes. Once again, his dick throbbed painfully in it's leather and steel prison. Before getting ready for bed, Jenny took Bob the dog out for a walk in the back yard so that he could pee against his favorite tree, out by the dog house.


Chapter 8

Jenny slept well that night, while Bob slept fitfully on the floor at the foot of her bed, still chained by the neck to the bedpost, his hands cuffed in front of him. The next morning, Bob woke up to find that he was alone. Was she going to leave him here like this all day? He had to pee, and his imprisoned cock was a painful pillar of throbbing manhood. A short time later, Jenny entered the bedroom, carrying a piece of paper. "Please, mistress, I have to pee badly," he whined. "From now on, you will earn the right to perform any bodily function, and you will ALWAYS ask permission. Is that understood?" she asked. "Yes, mistress. May I please have permission to use the toilet?" he asked as nicely as he could. "TOILET? What makes you think that you have earned the right to use a toilet?? Don't forget, you are still a dog. Dogs pee outside," she said with a faint smile. "However, I will give you a chance to earn toilet privileges. Would you like that, boy?" she said sarcastically. "Yes, mistress, I would. Please, mistress, what can I do to earn that privilege?" he asked. "Kneel," Jenny ordered as she dropped her hand into a pocket of the robe she was wearing and pulled out a set of keys. She bent over and unlocked his chain and snapped the leash back on. His cuffs were unlocked and relocked behind his back. She slipped the robe off of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. She was naked now, and looked incredibly sexy to Bob. His member seemed to swell even more, painfully reminding him of it's imprisonment. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him over to her by the leash. He hobbled over on his knees, careful not to fall over. Jenny fed the leash between her legs, under her butt, and out the back side. "For starters, let's see how skillful you can be at bringing me off," she told him. She pulled on the leash until Bob's face was inches from her mound. Bob started in earnest, kissing, licking and sucking for all he was worth. All of a sudden, he felt a sharp tug on his collar from behind, pulling him away from the sole object of his focus. "Not so fast! If I wanted to come in 30 seconds, I would use my vibrator, not you!" she said sharply. "I want to be brought up slowly and sweetly to an orgasm. I expect at least 15 minutes of head before I come. I will watch the clock on the bed table. If I come before 15 minutes, you will receive a thorough cropping, do you understand? You may begin.....NOW!!" As the leash again pulled his face into her crotch, Bob set to work, this time gently gliding his tongue up and down her labia, all the while receiving urgent messages from his bladder that it was about to explode. "Enough foreplay! Get busy with that tongue!" she commanded after a few minutes of this. He gently pushed his tongue between the folds of her pussy, alternately plunging it into her canal as far as it could go, then withdrawing and circling her clit. He could tell by her moans and the trickle of juices down the inside of her thighs that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Because he did not dare look up at the clock (not that the leash would have permitted him that much movement), he could not know how much time had passed. Tears began to flow down his cheeks as he continued to worship at his mistress' altar. He knew if he brought her to orgasm too soon, he would not only feel the crop's cruel sting on his backside, but he would probably not be allowed to relieve himself for a while longer. To his eventual relief, she said, "Okay, slave, time is up. You may now finish me off!" She lifted her legs and placed her heels on either side of his head. Bob plunged his tongue into her slit with renewed vigor. Within thirty seconds, Jenny came in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Bob continued licking, drinking in all of her honey juice, until she was clean and she collapsed backward onto the bed. Bob, still restrained by his leash, remained in his kneeling position, certain that his bladder would explode at any second. Finally, Jenny sat up and looked at him, unsnapping his leash.. "You did well, slave. I guess you have earned your toilet privileges. You may go." "Thank you mistress," he said, bowing his head and kissing the inside of her thigh, "but my arms are still bound." He held his cuffed arms out behind him for her to unlock. She looked at him in mock confusion. "If only I could remember where I put those keys," she said, facetiously. "Maybe you should just go to the bathroom as you are." Resignedly, he carefully stood up and walked quickly into the bathroom. He was just about to sit down when he noticed the toilet seat lid was down. Practically hopping up and down now to stave off the impending flood, he carefully raised one foot and lifted the seat and lid. "If I find any "misses" on the floor, you will be cleaning them up with your tongue," Jen called from the bedroom. His desperation rising, and realizing that he had no way to aim his stream, Bob raised his foot and quickly brought the toilet seat back down. Unfortunately, the lid came down with it. With a cry of desperation, he carefully wedged his toe between the lid and the seat and lifted the lid upright again. Finally, he dropped down onto the seat, releasing a great sigh of relief as the stream sprang forth from between his legs. It seemed to go on forever.


Chapter 9

When he was done, he got up from the toilet and carefully lowered the lid back down with his foot. He lifted his foot again to push the lever to flush. "If you are finished, you are to come back here and kneel before me," she called. He obediently walked back into the bedroom and kneeled before his mistress. She bent down and took his cock in her hand to examine it. Her finger brushed the tip and came away with a drop of urine. "Looks like somebody didn't "shake" when he was finished," she said sarcastically, as she held the finger out to him at the level of his nose. "Clean this!" she ordered. Reluctantly, he stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of her finger. "Clean it thoroughly," she commanded, sticking her finger between his lips and into his mouth. He suckled the finger as if it were a penis, moving up and back. "Good boy. Now it's time for breakfast," she said as she snapped his leash back on the collar. Putting her robe back on, she fished the keys out of the pocket and unlocked his wrist cuffs from each other. He brought his arms forward, rotating them at the shoulders to relieve the stiffness. "Heel," she said sharply, tugging on the leash. He followed her on all fours into the kitchen. He was pretty hungry by now, having only eaten two cans of dog food in the last two days. "You will now prepare breakfast for me. I will have two eggs, scrambled, bacon, toast, and coffee. You will not eat a single morsel of food while you are preparing MY breakfast." "But when do I get to eat?" Bob asked, afraid of what her answer might be. "You will be fed when I FEEL like feeding you," she told him. "Oh, and just to remove any temptation, here is a little insurance," she said as she retrieved a ball gag off the counter and placed it between his teeth, buckling and padlocking the straps together behind his head. "When you have finished making breakfast, you can deliver it to me in bed, along with the morning paper. Make sure you put your best effort into this, and I may consider giving you bed privileges tonight. Wouldn't that beat sleeping on the floor, or outside?" she said with a smile, as she disappeared down the hall and into the bedroom.

Bob got right to work, brewing the coffee, cooking up the bacon, and scrambling the eggs. It was torture for him to be so close to real food and smelling it's heavenly aroma, and not being able to taste even a morsel. He reached around the back of his head, exploring the buckle and padlock with his fingers, hoping to find a way to remove the gag, even for just a minute. Just then, he heard a noise and turned around. There was Jenny, hands on her hips, watching him, shaking her head. "I figured you couldn't be trusted," she snapped. "You will pay for your attempted disobedience," she said, darkly. With that, she turned around and headed back to the bedroom. Bob quickly got back down to business, wondering nervously what punishment she might have in store for him.

He carefully arranged the eggs and bacon on a plate, then buttered the toast and placed everything on a bed tray. He went to the front door and opened it just enough to peek outside to see if anyone was around. The newspaper was lying on the grass, about 10 feet from the house. He debated the risk of venturing out, wearing just a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, crotch harness, and a ballgag. He would be thoroughly humiliated if anyone was to see him. The coast looked clear, and, in spite of his apprehension, he ran out and snatched up the paper. Just as he was bending down to pick it up. He heard a 'click' behind him. He looked back at the door, which was now closed. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a face in the side window next to the door. He ran back to the door and tried to turn the knob. It was locked, confirming his worst fears. He quickly ducked down behind a nearby bush for cover. He could hear Jenny's voice calling from inside the house, "If my breakfast is cold, it'll be back to the dog house for you, do you hear?" Bob knew that the only way to get back into the house was through the back door, if she hadn't locked that one too. He started crawling across the front of the house, staying mostly between the bushes and the wall. When he got to the corner, there was no more cover for him to take advantage of. If he could just make it to the driveway, he could take cover momentarily behind his car, then a short run to the gate and into the back yard. He sprang from his hiding place and ran straight for the car. Just as he got within about 10 feet, his car alarm started going off, which would attract the attention of anyone within earshot. She must have pressed the panic button on the remote, he thought. She must be really enjoying this. He altered course and ran straight for the gate. Flinging it open and slamming it behind him, he stopped briefly to catch his breath, now that he was safely out of sight. He sprinted over to the back door, which thankfully, was unlocked. The car alarm stopped blaring as he opened the back door and stepped inside. Jenny came in from the living room, giggling, her hand over her mouth, obviously trying to compose herself. "What's the matter, honey, did the wind close the door on you?" she asked, with obvious sarcasm. Bob could only glare at her in mute silence. "You'd better hurry with that breakfast, it won't stay hot forever!" she said as she made her way back down the hallway toward the bedroom. Bob quickly placed the paper in side pocket of the bed tray and headed for the bedroom. As he entered the room, Jenny was sitting up in bed, pillows propped up behind her back. Bob brought the tray over to her and carefully set it down over her lap. "You may resume the position of your species," she said. Bob knew what she meant, and dropped down on all fours. He watched hungrily as she leisurely began eating her breakfast while reading the paper. He would give anything just to be allowed to lick the crumbs off the plate. Whoa, he thought. I'm starting to think like a dog! About halfway through her meal, Jenny stopped and looked over at Bob. "Poor boy, you look hungry! Bet you would like some of this 'people food', eh? Tell you what, come over here and let me take that nasty old gag off." Heartened by this, but still wary, Bob crawled up onto the bed, maintaining his "all fours" position. Jenny took a key off the nightstand and unlocked and removed the ball gag. "OK, back onto the floor, now," she ordered. "You may proceed to beg for scraps like a dog. If you are convincing, you will get some food." Bob started to whine like a dog and give her his most pleading look. Jenny seemed unaffected and resumed reading her paper. Knowing that he must give a supreme effort, he sat back on his heels with his hands held in front of his chest to mimic a dog "sitting pretty" and panted. Jenny allowed him to continue this for about two minutes before breaking off a piece of crust from the toast and tossing it to him. He tried to catch it in his mouth, but the crust flew by him and landed on the floor. He scrambled to retrieve it, and in his haste, grabbed it with his fingers. "FREEZE!! I don't ever recall seeing a dog use anything other than his mouth to pick things up!" she yelled. "Pick it up with your mouth and bring it back to me!" Dejectedly, Bob did as he was told and dropped the morsel into her outstretched hand. She threw it into the waste basket. A few minutes later, she decided to throw him another piece of crust. This time he caught and ate it. Then Jenny remembered something she had seen on TV once. Bob was still "sitting pretty". "Look up at the ceiling," she ordered. She took a half strip of bacon and placed it across his nose. "You've seen this trick before," she said. "Stay like that until I say 'go'", she told him. Poor Bob held this position for what seemed like hours, staring at the tasty morsel on his nose. His hunger pangs were constant now, and he didn't know how much longer he could resist the temptation to just gobble it down. Finally, as he heard the command "GO!" he flipped the bacon up into the air and tried to catch it in his mouth. Instead of flying straight up, it flew back behind him and onto the floor. "Bring it to me," Jenny ordered. Bob picked it up with his mouth and dropped it into her hand. She had him resume the position and once again placed it on his nose. "You will repeat this trick until you master it," she told him. Three more times, Bob resumed the position and waited for the command. Finally, he managed to catch it in his mouth and greedily wolfed it down. It was heavenly, after having had nothing but dog food for the past two days. Then Jenny had another inspiration. "Sit pretty and stick out you tongue," she ordered. When he complied, she placed a morsel of bacon on his tongue. "Stay." Bob remained in that position, tasting the bacon on his tongue, but unable to fully enjoy it by chewing and swallowing it. Jenny ignored him, absently flipping through the paper. A little whine escaped his lips as he looked at her with pleading eyes. At last, she said "go!" and he gratefully devoured the scrap.

Chapter 10

After finishing her breakfast, Jenny placed the plate on the floor for Bob to lick up the crumbs. He not only licked the plate clean, but also licked the fingers of his mistress. "It's time to go back to the kitchen and clean up all the dirty dishes," she told him. "The kitchen better be spotless when you are done." He gathered the tray and dishes and hurried back to the kitchen. When he was finished, he went back to the bedroom, and entered on all fours, as he figured she wanted him to do. Jenny had a pad of paper in her lap and was just finishing writing something on it. "If you are finished with the kitchen, here is a list of chores that you will be expected to complete today. If you complete everything on this list and pass my inspection, you may be promoted from 'dog' to 'slave' and will be permitted to sleep in my bed tonight. You may get up now and start your chores." Bob got up and accepted the list from Jenny. He scanned it and saw that it was a list of household chores. "I have another list for you," she said, handing him a second piece of paper. This was a longer list of household chores. "These chores are now yours to complete on a weekly basis," she told him. "From now on, you will have to earn the right to orgasm. Each chore you complete will be scored on a point system. I will determine the number of points awarded for each chore. If you do a substandard job on any chore, you will be awarded a lower number of points." "How many points do I need to earn for an orgasm?" he asked. "You will need 5,000 points by the end of this week. If you don't earn enough points by next Sunday, the slate is wiped clean and you will have to work for another week to earn enough points. Oh, and by the way, the price goes up by 500 points for each week you fail to earn enough. So if by the end of the second week, you haven't earned 5,000 points, you will need 5,500 points, the third week, 6,000 points, and so on. You may earn bonus points by doing unexpected things like bringing me romantic gifts, doing extra chores without being asked, or being attentive to my needs. I, of course, will determine your scoring. You'd better get started. Oh, yeah, I haven't fed you yet. Go back to the kitchen and get yourself some breakfast," she told him. Bob's eyes brightened up at the prospect of some 'human food'. "The dog food is in the pantry and you know where your food bowl is," she said. Dejectedly, he placed the lists in his mouth and walked out to the kitchen on all fours. He went to the pantry and pulled out a can of dog food. I can't believe I'm going to feed myself dog food, he thought. He did not want to suffer the wrath of Jenny again, however. He used the electric can opener on it and emptied the food into the dog bowl. He got down on all fours and lowered his mouth to the food. As he started to eat, he felt Jenny's hand stroking the top of his head. "Good boy," she said. "I was wondering if you would obey me. I can see that you are well on your way to becoming a good slave."


Chapter 11

Bob hurried about the house, working hard to complete all the chores Jenny had laid out for him for today. First, he did the laundry (with a little instruction from Jenny), then washed the windows, cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed the floors, washed the cars, and mowed the lawns. He did the front lawn as quickly as possible, for as much as he was allowed to wear clothes for mowing the front, he still had the cuffs and collar locked on his body. Mercifully, few cars drove past, and when they did, he would hunker down some, hoping they would not notice the collar locked around his neck. When he was finished with the list, he went inside and presented himself on his knees to his mistress, who was reclining on the couch in the living room, watching TV. "Have you completed all your chores for today?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress, every one. May I have permission to take a shower, or do you wish to wash me out on the back deck again?" he asked meekly. "I will remove your restraints, and you may take a shower. You are NOT to touch yourself down there except for cleaning, understood?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress, I will do it immediately," Bob told her. Jenny pulled the key ring from her pocket and unlocked his cuffs, collar and cock harness. Bob hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After getting into the shower, Bob picked up the soap and lathered up his body. It felt great to be free of all the restraints, especially the cock harness. As his hands moved about his body, they naturally ended up at his crotch. Nervously, he started stroking his soaped-up member. It felt so good, he "forgot" what Jenny had said. He was so horny, he figured he could be done in about 30 seconds and Jenny would never know. He closed his eyes and started stroking faster. He was almost there when a splash of ice cold water hit him on the crotch. Jumping back and nearly falling over, he opened his eyes to find the shower curtain pushed aside and Jenny looking at him, holding a glass which until a second ago had held cold water. "I thought you could be trusted," she said, shaking her head. "Don't move," she said as she went back to the bedroom. She came back with a pair of steel handcuffs and proceeded to lock his hands high above his head to the shower head. Then she adjusted the shower head to point directly down on him and turned the temperature to cold. He started shiver and whine, but she paid him no heed. After about five minutes of torture, she turned off the water. "I'll be back when you've dried off," she told him, and left him there to air dry. As he stood there with his hands cuffed above his head, he shivered and hoped that Jenny would not leave him there too long. A few minutes later, she walked in. "Mistress, I'm freezing. Would you please forgive me and let me down?" he asked. "Hmm, I think I've got just the thing to warm you up," she told him. She went into the bedroom and returned with her riding crop. Without warning, she began to flog him with it, spreading the blows out over his entire body. Screaming, he turned around to shield the front of his body from the blows, but this just gave Jenny the opportunity to make the backside match the front. Abruptly, she stopped and left the room. Now, Bob felt the burning of the welts inflicted on his body in addition to the shivering and goose bumps all over his body. A half hour later, she returned to check on him. She brought the collar and the cock harness and locked them on him. After unlocking one handcuff, she brought his hands around to his back and locked it back on. Pulling him by the collar, she led him into the bedroom and chained him to the bedpost again. "I'd better see some serious remorse right about now, or we will be back to square one, understand?" she said. She lay down on the floor near him and pulled him toward her crotch by the chain. Bob dove in, licking and sucking for all he was worth. "Slow down, cowboy, this is going to be a long ride, if you know what I mean," she told him. She pulled him up by the collar to her face and plunged her tongue into his mouth. This surprised him, as he had always been the aggressor in that area. He allowed himself to be taken by her. The feeling of complete and utter submission washed over him like a wave. She next lowered his mouth to her breasts and let him lick and suck on them for a while. Finally, he was back down between her legs, licking at a moderate pace, doing his best to follow her directions. He did not want to think about spending another night in the dog house. After a few orgasms, she finally pulled him away from her crotch. "Okay, I think you've shown me proper 'remorse'. I will forgive you this one time, but after this, you will know the true meaning of punishment, understood?" she said. "Yes, Mistress, I will do my best to obey," he answered.

Chapter 12

Bob was granted permission to sleep in bed with Jenny, but was fastened to a longer chain which would allow him limited movement around the bedroom and into the bathroom. He was required to give her a thorough back massage before going to sleep. Monday morning, Bob woke up at 6:30 as usual, and got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as he got out of bed, he was reminded of the collar and chain locked around his neck, and, more importantly, the cock harness locked around his balls. He had his normal morning erection, and realized he would have to wait until it went down. Sighing, he got back into bed and rolled over to face Jenny, who had her back to him. He started caressing her neck with his fingers, hoping to wake her gently so that she could release him to get ready for work. After about five minutes, she stirred, and promptly lifted her nightgown to expose her entire back, signaling him to give her another back massage. He applied himself to his task, and fifteen minutes later, she rolled over onto her back. "You may continue the massage," she said, eyes closed. He began massaging her neck and upper chest area, working his way down to the breasts. She lay back, moaning in ecstasy. He let his fingers do the walking all the way down to her slit, where he began gently massaging the outer lips, then working them inside. She grasped his collar firmly and guided his mouth to her nipples, first one, then the other. Finally, she guided his face down to her delta and had him lick her to a thundering orgasm. "May I be released now, so I may get ready for work, Mistress?" Bob asked meekly. "Lay down, first," she ordered. He complied, and she pulled out a bottle of sex lube and squirted some on her hand. She began massaging his organ, slowly at first, then gradually building the tempo. Bob was torn. On one hand, it felt so good that he didn't want her to stop. On the other hand, he knew that if she took it all the way, his balls might explode from the pressure backup caused by the cock ring locked onto his crotch. As he approached the point of no return, he cried, "Stop please, Mistress, ohmygod, please stop!!" Jenny ignored his pleas and continued her rapid pumping. Screaming now, Bob rolled away from Jenny, slipping out of her grasp. Jenny giggled as Bob lay there, panting heavily from extreme arousal and frustration. "I guess if you don't want to play anymore, you'd better get up and get ready for work!" she told him, playfully, removing his collar. Bob made his way into the bathroom, knowing that it would be a while before his cock would shrink enough to allow him to pee. After shaving and combing his hair, he was finally able to gain blessed release and urinate. When he was done, he came out of the bathroom and faced Jenny, who was still relaxing in bed. "Honey, can you take this harness off now, so I can go to work?" he asked. "That harness is staying right where it is, for now. It's the only way I can guarantee that you won't be playing with yourself in secret. By the way, you should be glad you can still touch it at all. Once the new device I ordered on the internet arrives, you can say goodbye to Mr. penis!" she told him. Bob wasn't sure what she meant, and he didn't think he wanted to ever find out.


Chapter 13

Once he arrived at the office, Bob tried to focus on his work, but he could feel his package bound up in the harness nearly every time he shifted in his chair. The frustration of not being able to cum for the past few days was building up. Any time one of the secretaries walked by, his cock would throb silently in his pants. He was desperate for release. And just what did Jenny order for him, and what did she mean? He resolved to be more attentive to her and try to please her in any way possible so as to get back on her good side and gain a possible reprieve from this tortuous sentence of chastity. Every morning during that week, the same scene was played out: the caresses and back massage, the oral servitude, and the endless cock teasing that Jenny seemed to enjoy so much. Bob's balls felt like they could explode at any second. Every evening when he got home from work, he did a few more chores on his weekly chore list. Jenny periodically inspected his work, and made entries in a pocket notebook. She made no comments unless he needed instruction to correctly complete a task. He had no way of knowing how many points he was accumulating, but figured he was probably doing okay.

By Sunday morning, his cock was rock hard in anticipation as he lovingly massaged Jenny's back. It had been over a week since he had last come, and his balls felt twice their usual size. "Mistress, have I earned enough points to cum today?" he asked meekly. "Patience, slave, you'll find out tonight. But for now, let's see how many bonus points you can earn with your tongue!" she told him. Bob needed no further encouragement. He knelt between her legs, careful not to drape his cold chain over her leg. He went to work, starting on the outer lips, and slowly working his way inside, alternately licking her clit and thrusting his tongue as deep inside her as possible. A week's worth of this training had resulted in a much improved tongue slave. As she approached the peak of orgasm, Jenny grabbed his chain and pulled until his face was jammed right up against her crotch. He continued to lick and suck like crazy now, until Jenny arched her back in a thunderous orgasm. As he was trained to do, Bob kept licking until he had cleaned her thoroughly. Throughout the rest of the day, he tried to do as many chores as possible to ensure enough points to cum. Finally, around six o'clock, Jenny told him to strip and assume the position on the bed, while she shackled his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. His cock was hard and throbbing with anticipation. Jenny left the room and came back with a bag of ice, placing it around his cock. After it shrank down, she took the key from the chain around her neck and unlocked and removed the cock harness. She then proceeded to massage his crotch, slowly bringing it back to life. She bent over and proceeded to give him a slow blow job, which aided greatly in restoring it back to full attention. Once he was clearly aroused and breathing heavily, she withdrew and reached over to the nightstand and retrieved her pocket notebook and a calculator. She began adding up all the scores he had earned all week with one hand, while slowly stroking his cock with the other. Finally, she hit the 'total' key. "How many points did I get, Mistress?" Bob asked nervously between pants. With a smile on her face, Jenny started speeding up her stroking until Bob was clearly ready to explode. Once again, she abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away. As Bob panted and furiously humped the air, it became clear that her smile was derived from pity, not generosity. "I'm sorry, Bob, you needed 5,000 points to cum, and you only earned 3,750." she said. Then she spent the next half hour critiquing his work. "I checked the bathroom after you cleaned it yesterday. My white glove found dirt under the rim of the toilet bowl. I found spots on the mirror, and the medicine cabinet is disorganized. Clearly you were not applying your best effort." she lectured. "Another thing, the only time I get attention from you is when you are chained to the bed and you want to be released. I suggest you pay a little more attention to me if you want to earn enough points to cum." She went on to list all of the shoddy work found in most of the chores he did. During all of this, Bob's cock was still throbbing painfully.


Chapter 14

Throughout the following week, Bob threw himself into household chores with the utmost attention to detail. He could not imagine going another week without cumming. Every evening, he arrived home with a red rose for Jenny. As she sat on the couch to watch TV, he knelt on the floor at her feet and massaged and kissed them. Of course, he surrendered complete control of the remote control to Jenny. She remained impassive, not revealing how much she was enjoying all of this. Finally, Sunday came around again, and Bob was so desperate now, he would follow Jenny around the house like a little lost puppy, looking for any way to gain just a few more points. She finally sent him outside to mow the lawn. When he was finished, he came back inside and took a shower. As he stepped out of the shower, found another note from Jenny on the kitchen table. It read: "Slave, you are to dry off, go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed and lock the ball gag on. Next you are to cuff your arms and legs to the bedposts and wait for me. If you obey, you may get a nice surprise." This could only mean one thing, Bob thought, I will finally get to cum tonight!! His cock started to harden at the thought. He dried off and hurried into the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and lay on the bed. He picked up the ballgag and buckled and locked it behind his head. He sat up and placed the leg irons which were laid out at each corner on his ankles, then lay back and locked the handcuffs on one wrist, then the other. He wondered where Jenny was, and how long he would have to wait. A half hour later, Jenny walked in, dressed in black lingerie and black stiletto heels. Bob could only gape at her, his cock throbbing at full attention. "Is my slave ready for his surprise?" she asked. He nodded vigorously. She picked a bottle of sex lube and knelt on the bed nest to Bob. His eyes widened and looked at her pleadingly. He tried to talk through the gag to ask her to remove the harness, but could only manage muffled sounds. She applied some lube to her hand, and started stroking his rigid cock. Once again, Bob was torn, because as much as it felt sooo good, he knew he could never cum with the harness on. As his arousal quickly rose to a fever pitch, his breathing began to quicken along with alternating moans and whines as he was taken closer to the brink of climax. He tore at his shackles, desperately trying to escape this exquisite torture. Jenny sensed his approaching climax and backed off, letting him cool down, then started up again, taking him on a torturous roller coaster ride of arousal and frustration. Finally, she got up and said, "I thought you wanted to cum, but every time you get close, you whine like a baby. I think you need a time out." She walked out of the room, leaving Bob lying there with his pitifully throbbing member. About ten minutes later, she returned, carrying a bag of ice. Bob's cock was still at attention. "Maybe this will cool you off," she said as she wrapped it around his swollen genitals. Mercifully, his cock slowly shrank down and the aching subsided. Jenny took off her necklace, from which the key dangled. She reached down, unlocked the harness, and removed it from Bob's genitals. He allowed himself to feel a little optimism and anticipation that she might really let him cum this time. Jenny applied a little more sex lube and started massaging his frozen cock and balls. As the warmth slowly returned to his crotch, his cock started to respond. As his cock grew harder, Jenny began applying that up and down pumping motion that fed his arousal and made him rock hard. As aroused as he was, he tried not to enjoy it too much, knowing full well that she could stop before he climaxed. She teased him a little more, alternating slow and fast strokes. Finally, she slowed to a medium pace and said, "You have been a good slave this week and have earned enough points to cum. I have a proposition for you. I will give you a choice. You can say 'yes' or 'no'. If I let you cum, you will agree to wear the device which came today. It will prevent you from touching your cock, and I will decide when you can cum. I may let you cum more often if you continue to do your chores and stay attentive to me. If you say 'no', I can stop right now (she stopped stroking momentarily for effect) and we can continue as we have this past week. So, what is your answer, 'yes' or 'no'?" Bob, close to tears now, was in a delirium of intense sexual arousal and need. He would have given away his left nut at this point, just to cum again. He didn't know what she had ordered, but it couldn't be any worse that cock harness, could it? He was still afraid that this could be just another tease. Without having the ability to talk, he was limited to a yes or no response. Without hesitation, he nodded his head vigorously.

"Good boy, now here is your reward," she said. She started stroking slowly again, ever so gradually, building the tempo. Bob could feel his seed building at the base of his cock, ready for blastoff. He realized at this point that whatever she had in store for him, he was powerless to change. He consciously surrendered to her stroking, now in total submission. This time, she didn't back off, but continued quickening the pace. His body suddenly stiffened, then he pulled hard at his shackles. His orgasm exploded from his cock at maximum speed. He continued to spew gobs and gobs of cum which had been locked up within him for so long, moaning in excitement and release. Jenny kept pumping him until he finished cumming, milking him of every drop. "Now for your surprise," she told him after cleaning him up. She opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small box. Opening it, she pulled out a clear plastic tubular device, open at one end, and shaped like a curved penis. "This is called the Curve, for obvious reasons. A ring closes around your cock and balls, and this part fits over your penis and locks to the ring. It is supposed to be very secure. Once it is locked on, you will no longer be able to touch your cock. We just need to find the right size ring for you." Now that he was regaining rational thought, Bob wondered what he had gotten himself into. He tried to protest through the gag and began to thrash about on the bed. Jenny reached down and grabbed his balls in her hand and squeezed them firmly. "I don't think you are in any position to argue, do you? After all, you agreed to this just five minutes ago!" she told him. As she applied a little more pressure to the center of Bob's universe, he calmed down and lay there resignedly. Jenny tried the various sized rings on him until she was satisfied with the fit. "We will try this one for now," she told him. She put the locking rod through the ring holes, added spacers, placed the curve over his penis, and locked it on with the brass padlock. "There. No more playing with Mr. happy!" she said, giggling.

After Jenny released him from the bed, Bob reached down to examine the plastic prison which encased his cock. A couple of tugs verified that it was secure and wouldn't be coming off without first being unlocked. What have I gotten myself into this time, he wondered. Inasmuch as he had fantasized about this for years, it was different now that he was being forced to wear one.


Chapter 15

As the days went on, Bob grew accustomed to wearing the chastity device. He found that he could wear it under his pants without being detected if he was careful. It was humiliating to have to sit down to pee, but he soon got used to that, too. The hardest part was accepting the fact that whenever he became aroused, his cock would strain achingly against the chastity tube to achieve it's full erect size, only to be cruelly denied. Whenever a pretty secretary in a short skirt walked by, his cock would spring to life, only to be quickly reminded of it's limitations. Bob became even more attentive to Jenny now, showering her with gifts and volunteering to do even the most menial tasks for his mistress.

Because Bob had been very good, Jenny let him out of his chastity device after a week of captivity. As soon as she removed it, his cock sprang to life, and for the first time in a week, Bob felt the pleasure of a full erection. Jenny had decided to see just how obedient Bob could be with a little test. She made Bob kneel on the floor in the bathroom with his collar locked on and chained to the toilet. "You will now do exactly what I say, and do it immediately. Any disobedience will be punished with a month of chastity. Understand?" she asked. Lowering his head, and not sure exactly what to expect, he answered, "Yes, Mistress." "You may begin stroking your cock on my command. STROKE!" Bob began stroking his cock, somewhat skeptical of his newly found freedom. He kept up a fast pace, hoping he could cum before she changed her mind. As he began breathing more heavily, visibly approaching that point of no return, he heard Jenny suddenly say "STOP!" Stricken, and torn between pleasure and the promise of harsh punishment, Bob reluctantly stopped stroking, still breathing heavily. Jen watched him slowly back off of his peak, and, after a few seconds, pleased with his absolute obedience, said, "CONTINUE!" Bob began furiously stroking again, working to recapture that impending ascent toward orgasm. "SLOWER!" she commanded. Marshalling all of his self control, Bob slowed his pace to a moderate tempo. This was maddening, because it kept him just out of reach of that climax. "STOP!" she said again, just for fun. Obediently, Bob stopped again. After a few seconds, she said, "CONTINUE!" Bob's frustration level was reaching near record levels by now. He started stroking again, but at the moderate pace he knew she wanted. Finally, she said, "You will now keep stroking, but there's a catch: you may not come unless I give explicit permission. If you get close, you are to say, 'Please, Mistress, may I stop?' If I say no, you may complete your orgasm. If I say yes, you may stop stroking until the urge passes." Bob was now frustrated beyond all comprehension. He felt the hot sperm gathering in his balls, ready for blastoff. As he approached yet another climax, he croaked out the words, "PLEASE, MISTRESS, MAY I STOP?" Jen looked him in the eye, waiting a few seconds, as Bob waited on the verge of tears for her answer. Finally, she said, "You may stop." Bob tore his hand away from his cock, fearful that he might have crossed the point of no return. A long stream of pre-cum oozed from his cock. He managed to hold back, and stayed on his knees, as he slowly came down off another near-climax. After about fifteen seconds, she said, "Continue." Bob started stroking once again, knowing that this might lead to another disappointment. This pattern continued over the next 30 minutes. After the longest half hour of his life, for about the fifteenth time, Bob tearfully whispered, "Please, Mistress, may I stop?" This time, she told him, "No, you may not. You may beg me to come." "Please, Mistress, may I come? " he managed to whisper. "Please..please...please..." After a few seconds, she said, "FINISH." Gratefully, Bob picked up the tempo until he was spurting all over the floor. It felt like he had built up a gallon over the last half hour. After he collapsed on the floor in exhaustion, Jen told him to clean up his mess. "But Mistress, my chain doesn't allow me to reach the sink or a washcloth!" he said. "Use your tongue," she said coldly. "Or I can fetch the crop and we can discuss this further," she told him. Resignedly, Bob got no his hands and knees and began to lick his come off the floor. "This floor better be clean enough to eat off of when you're done. Wait a minute, you're already doing that!" she laughed as she left the bathroom.

Jenny, pleased with Bob's progress, decided it was time to implement phase three of her plan.


Chapter 16 (added: 10/17/2009)

Jenny belonged to a local Book club, an all female group which met at different member's homes on a rotating basis on Thursday nights for discussions on various novels. At the last meeting, after a couple of glasses of wine, the group discussion gradually drifted off the subject book and onto more interesting topics such as sex and men in general. Most of the girls had the same complaint: most married men simply did not give a woman attention except when they wanted sex. "Most of the time, he's done in about five minutes, rolls over and falls asleep!" complained one of the girls. "I have to wait until he's gone and pull out my vibrator to get off!" "I used the have that problem," said Jenny, "but not any more. Bob has become a model husband." "How did you ever accomplish that?" Elaine asked. "You just have to train them right," said Jenny with a wicked smile. "I think we would all like to see your 'training program'", Cathy said, to much laughter and nods of agreement. Jenny pondered this as she realized that next week's meeting would be at her home.

A week went by, and it was the night for the Book club's meeting at Jenny's house. Jenny had dressed Bob in a thong, a dog collar, and leather cuffs. When the doorbell rang, Bob looked at Jenny pleadingly. "Do I have to do this, Mistress?" he asked. "If any guest has to ring the doorbell more that once tonight, your bare ass will be paddled right in front of them. Get going!!" she ordered. He hurried to the door and opened it. "Welcome to Jenny's home," Bob said, bowing his head. "Please come in and make yourself comfortable. I am Bob, Mistress Jenny's slave. Please tell her if I fail to please you in any way." The practiced lines were difficult if not embarrassing to say. He had to repeat them several times that night as each guest arrived. Without fail, each guest who was greeted at the door stood there, mouth agape, incredulous to the sight before them, before entering. After seating each one in the living room, he took their drink order and disappeared into the kitchen. After serving drinks to everyone, he knelt at Jenny's feet in the living room. A couple of drinks later, after everyone had gotten comfortable, Cathy asked, "So Jenny, what's the secret behind your power?" Jenny smiled, looked at Bob, and said, "ATTENTION!" He sprang up from his kneeling position and stood rigidly at attention. "STRIP!" was the next order. He looked incredulously at her. The only thing he was wearing that wasn't locked on was the thong. He started to open his mouth to protest, when she glanced down at the floor momentarily to show him the riding crop sitting between the chair and the couch. Resignedly, he began to lower and remove the thong, revealing the chastity device locked on to his genitals.

Wide eyed, all the girls leaned forward in their seats to get a closer look. "With this device, you control not only the cock, you control the whole man," Jenny lectured, pointing to the chastity device. "Can we see it up close?" Elaine asked. "Of course," said Jenny. "Slave, place your hands behind your head and present yourself to each guest." Embarrassed and humiliated to the hilt, Bob put his hands behind his head and walked over to the nearest girl. "Can we touch it?" giggled Cathy. "Be my guest," laughed Jenny. Bob was paraded around the room, as each girl had her chance to fondle or pinch his privates or yank on the Curve to test its security. "Use this device, girls, and I guarantee that you will have your man eating out of your hand, literally, within a week. Bob here is being trained to follow every order without question. Tonight is a test to see how obedient he can be. Now, when's the last time any of you had a nice foot rub from your man?" Jenny asked. All heads shook no, amidst negative murmurs. "Slave, you know what to do," Jenny told him. "Now get to work." Bob went over and knelt before the first girl in line, removed her shoe, and started rubbing her foot. "Oh, that feels heavenly," Cathy purred. "Can he come over to my house sometime?" she giggled. Although she knew Cathy was only kidding, it gave Jenny an idea for future fun. The group began their discussion of the current book while Bob worked his way from guest to guest. They found it difficult to stay on subject with distraction of slave Bob. When he got to Elaine's feet, she asked rather shyly, "Can he suck my toes?" "Of course, he is well trained as a foot slave," Jenny told her. Without further instruction, Bob began kissing and eventually sucking each of Elaine's toes.

Elaine quickly became lost in her little world, moaning and moving her hips involuntarily. Elaine's eyes were glazed by the time he had finished with her feet. After that, everyone wanted the same treatment, so Bob had to make the circuit around the room again. By this time, everyone had forgotten the book discussion and were raptly watching the proceedings. When he was through, Jenny ordered another round of drinks for everyone. With Bob in the kitchen and out of earshot, Jenny voiced her idea to the group. "How would you girls like to 'rent' Bob for a night or a weekend? No sex for him of course, but he could serve or pleasure you in any other way imaginable." "You would be willing to lend him out to us?" Cathy said. "Not exactly 'lend', but maybe you could 'win' him," Jenny said, the plan forming as she went along. "Instead of our usual "Book club", why don't we have a poker night each Friday, and the winner gets to take him home for the weekend!" Jenny exclaimed to enthusiastic response. "Why don't we start tomorrow night?" Elaine said breathlessly. "All in favor say 'aye'", Jenny exclaimed. From the kitchen, Bob heard a loud and enthusiastic 'AYE!' and wondered what exciting book the girls had just voted on for next month.

Chapter 17 (added: 10/17/2009)

The next night, Jen had Bob dressed in the same outfit he was wearing night before. "Are we entertaining again tonight, Mistress?" Bob asked. "Yes, Bob, the girls are having a poker night over here and you will serve them as you did last night. Is that clear?" Jen asked. "Yes, Mistress," Bob answered. Must be penny-ante night, Bob thought, amused at the idea of a "girl's" poker night. Jenny had purposely omitted telling Bob what the stakes were. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he found out that he was the prize. The evening began as the night before had, with Bob welcoming each guest with his practiced lines, showing them in, and offering them a drink. When everyone had arrived, they took their places around the poker table set up in the living room. As Bob was kept busy bringing in drinks and snacks, he couldn't help noticing the way the guests kept leering at him, as if they knew some dirty little secret.

When he was finished, Jen indicated that he should go under the table and face her on his knees. She directed him to worship her feet, including kissing and sucking her toes, as she played the game. As he had the previous night, he serviced each guest in turn, licking, kissing and massaging each bare foot. When he got back to Jenny, she had him remain on all fours, facing her. As he took his position, he noticed that she was wearing a very short skirt and no panties underneath. He held his position and stared at her shaved crotch, wondering if he was expected to pleasure her. A minute later, all doubt was cast aside when she brought her right hand down under the table, snapped her fingers, and pointed at her crotch. She grabbed his head and thrust it between her legs. Needing no further instruction, he began to gently lick her outer lips. Gradually, he started slipping his tongue between them to tease her. He could feel the wetness building up within her as he continued to softly caress her with his tongue. As her arousal intensified, she began to gyrate her hips and was having a difficult time speaking in a steady voice. "What's going on under there, Jen, are you hogging your slave all to yourself?" Cathy asked with a grin. "As....soon....as....he's....DONE,...he's YOURS,...." Jen managed to croak before she came. After taking a minute to compose herself, Jenny patted her slave on the head, indicating that he could stop licking. "Ladies, slave Bob will now give each of you a preview of what you could have if you win tonight," Jen announced. She grabbed Bob's hair and pointed him in the direction of the next guest. Bob, clearly somewhat confused at the current proceedings, took up position on all fours at the next guest's legs. It was then that he noticed that all the girls were wearing skirts, and, probably no panties underneath. It began to dawn on him that some secret advance planning had taken place. Jen snapped her fingers, pointing to the guest's crotch. As he bent to his task, he wondered if his tongue would last through the evening.

As the night wore on, it became a challenge for each guest in turn to play her hand or even speak in a coherent manner as Bob was servicing her under the table. Finally, the last hand was dealt, and the game was on. Elaine had a majority of the chips at her side, and she was determined to win this last hand. Her husband was out of town for the weekend on business, so this was a perfect time to have a live-in slave. Someone finally said, "call," and everyone laid their cards on the table. "Flush!" said Cathy. "Full House!" said another. "Four of a kind!" said another. "Royal Flush!" Elaine squealed and pulled the pot of chips over to her pile. "I won, I won!!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down. So she won a few bucks, Bob thought from under the table at his Mistress' feet. Why get so excited? Suddenly a leash was snapped onto Bob's collar, and he was pulled out from under the table. Jen pulled his hands behind him and snapped a lock through the "D" rings of his cuffs. She then produced a ball gag, placed it in his mouth, and locked it behind his head. Handing the leash and a set of keys to Elaine, she told her, "You have the use of this slave from now until Sunday night." "MMMmmphhh?" Bob looked at Jen, eyes wide in shock and disbelief. "Slave, you are to go with Mistress Elaine, here, and serve her without question for the duration of the weekend. If she returns you with any complaints, your punishment will be severe. Understood?" asked Jen. Dejected and still in a state of shock, Bob nodded.


Chapter 18 (added: 10/17/2009)

When it was time to leave, Elaine led Bob by the leash out to her car. Opening the trunk, she gestured for Bob to climb in. "Don't want to get stopped by the cops now, do we?" she chirped as the lid was closed, shutting out any light. The ride to Elaine's house was long and uncomfortable for Bob. He didn't really know any of the girls who were at his (correction – Jenny's) house tonight – nor did he know where any of them lived. All of a sudden the ride got bumpier. We must be on a dirt road, thought Bob. Finally, the car cane to rest and the engine was shut off. The driver's door was opened and closed. He waited for the trunk to open. He could hear crickets chirping and frogs croaking in the distance. Where am I, he thought to himself.

Just when he thought he might be spending the night in the trunk, the lock turned and the lid was lifted. "Sorry about the wait, but I was just preparing a few things," she told him. She helped him climb out of the trunk and helped steady him as he regained his balance. Looking around, he could tell even in the semi-darkness that he was at a farmhouse. She led him by the leash towards the house, then took a right turn and took him around to the back of the house and toward a stable. She took him into a small stall and clipped his leash to an eyebolt located about two feet above the floor. She tugged on the leash to make him kneel in the straw. "Sweet dreams, darlin', see you in the morning!" she said as she closed the stall door. Bob couldn't believe his eyes and ears. Was she really going to let him spend the night out here? Like this? His hands were still cuffed behind him and the ball gag was still locked firmly in place. A couple of minutes later, the stall door opened and Elaine strode back in. "Sorry darlin', didn't mean to leave you like this!" she told him as she removed the ballgag. He extended his arms around to one side as far as they would go to make it easier for her to remove the lock on his cuffs. "Oh no, darlin', those are to stay on. Have a good night!" she called out as the stall door closed again. Bob tried to find a comfortable position in the straw, but with his arms behind his back, it was difficult at best. He eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep.


Chapter 19 (added: 10/31/2009)

He was rudely awakened at the crack of dawn by a crowing rooster. Stiffly, he sat up and tried to stretch as best he could. He felt an urgent need to relieve himself, and, since he had no idea how long he might be there, he decided he couldn't wait any longer. He carefully got up on his knees and worked his way over to a corner of the stall. As he let go, he felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment, as he had no way of aiming the stream, his hands still cuffed behind his back. By the time he finished, he was kneeling in a puddle of urine. He tried rolling in the straw to clean himself off, with little success. A short time later, Elaine appeared with a big smile. "Mornin', love, did you sleep okay last night?" she said cheerily. Bob was about to answer, but thought better of it. After all, this woman had complete control over him for the whole weekend. He might survive easier if he behaved. "My my, looks like someone soiled themselves," she said cheerily.

Unclipping his leash from the eyebolt, she led him out of the stable and over to a post set in the ground with a hitching ring attached to it. After clipping his leash to it, she retrieved a nearby hose and turned on the water. Bob jumped and shivered as the cold spray washed over him. When she was finished, he was led back to his stall and secured by his leash to the eyebolt. When Elaine reappeared a minute later, she was holding what looked like a canvas bag with some leather straps attached. "Time for your breakfast," she told him. She proceeded to strap the feed bag to Bob's face and secure it behind his head. The bag's opening was big enough to encompass Bob's entire face. "Make sure you finish it all, now, you've got a long day ahead!" she admonished with a slap to his butt. By this time, Bob was almost beyond humiliation. He had to lower his head and press the bag against the ground to bring the food up to his mouth. It was cold oatmeal. Not exactly his favorite breakfast, but the uncertainty of when his next meal would come provided the motivation he needed to finish it all and press his tongue into the corners to get every last drop.

When he rose up again, she unbuckled the straps and removed the bag from his head. "Good boy, you finished it all!" she exclaimed. She grabbed a wet towel and cleaned the excess oatmeal off his face. Elaine disappeared for a minute and returned with a duffel bag, which she set on the ground and began to unpack it. "Time to go to work, boy, but first we need to get you properly attired!" she said cheerily. Elaine removed the first item from the bag and held it up in front of Bob. It consisted of a few leather straps joined together to form a head harness and what looked like a bit gag with a large metal ring at each end. After turning it to the proper orientation, she draped it over Bob's head and said "open wide!" Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and the bit was inserted. She proceeded to fasten and buckle the straps that ran over and behind his head and under his chin. It closely resembled a horse's bit and harness. Bob was beginning to wonder just what kind of "work" he would be required to do today. The next item out of the bag was an arm binder. She had him turn around and hold his arms out behind him while she slipped it on and began to lace it up. The straps which buckled around his shoulders ensured that it would not be coming off by accident. His elbows were brought together and were all but touching each other.

Item three turned out to be a wide leather girth belt with a crotch harness built in. It had a large ring in front to go over his genitals. Attached to the crotch strap was a tapered butt plug about four inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter at the widest part. Bob's eyes grew wide at the sight, and he tried to object, although the bit gag prevented anything intelligible escaping his mouth. He turned back around to face her and backed into a corner of the stall, trying to prevent her from installing the harness. Elaine sighed. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Now which is it going to be?" she asked. Bob, making whining sounds, continued to back into the corner, his eyes wide and shaking his head "no". Without further ado, Elaine unsnapped his leash from his collar, and snapped it onto the "D" ring at the bottom of his arm binder. She pulled his arms up behind him, forcing him to stand, bent over. She tied the other end of the leash off to a hook on the wall about six feet high. Breathing heavily, Bob found that he couldn't lower his butt to prevent the onslaught of the butt plug. He felt some lubricant being smeared around and inside his anus. After buckling the belt around his waist, Elaine bent to the task of inserting the plug. Amidst a lot of panting and grunting from Bob, she slowly worked it into his butt, in and out, a little further each time, until she felt it seat behind his sphincter. She secured the crotch strap, making sure it was snug enough to prevent any accidental ejection of the butt plug.

Next, she pulled a set of nipple clamps out of the bag and placed them on his nipples. Each clamp had a small bell attached. He yelped as each one was applied. Still bent over, he tried to shake them off, but the little teeth on each clamp held firm while the bells tinkled with each movement. As she stood back to admire her handiwork, she decided he needed one more addition to his outfit. She went back to the house and returned a couple of minutes later, carrying a pair of work boots. "I hope your feet are the same size as my last boyfriend's, or you may have to go barefoot today," she told him. "Lift up your right foot," she told him after releasing him from his bent over position. He obeyed, and she pulled a boot onto his foot and tied the laces. "Put your foot down and try this on for size. Stamp your foot once if it fits, twice if it doesn't," she ordered. He put his foot down, wiggled his toes, and decided it was close enough. He stamped his foot once. After placing the other boot on him, she led him out of the stall.

Lastly, she took out a pair of leather reins about six feet long and attached each to one ring on either side of his bit gag. After running them over his shoulders and down his back, she tugged on them experimentally, getting a quick reaction from Bob as he felt his head pulled from left to right. She bent down and placed a steel shackle around each ankle with a twelve inch hobble chain connecting the two. "As you may have guessed by now, you are going to be my pony for today. If you behave and apply yourself, I won't need to use the whip very often. Okay, let's try some basic maneuvers," she said. She walked around behind him and took the leather reins in her hand. She snapped the reins, clicking her tongue as though she were riding a horse. Bob started walking forward. They walked out of the stable and into what looked like an exercise yard for horses. She walked him in a large circle around the yard a couple of times, snapping the reins occasionally to make him go faster. Because of the hobble chain, Bob had to take smaller and quicker steps to keep the pace, bells tinkling with every step.

She began to turn him in different directions, each time tugging on one rein or the other. Finally, she brought him to a halt just outside the stable door. After tying his reins to a post, she went inside the stable. She emerged a minute later, pulling a cart behind her. It looked like a pony cart, with a seat mounted over two wheels and two long shafts extended forward horizontally from under the front. She brought it over and set it down just behind where Bob was secured. After untying his reins, she backed him up until he stood between the shafts. She lifted the shafts and fastened a snap from each shaft onto each "D" ring on either side of the leather girth belt around Bob's waist. He was now secured to the cart. After removing his hobble, Elaine climbed into the seat and pulled up most of the slack in the reins. Once again, she snapped the reins, clicking her tongue as though she were riding a horse. Bob leaned into his harness, trying to start a forward motion. Suddenly, Bob heard a CRACK! just as he felt a searing pain shoot across his right butt cheek. He stole a backward glance, just in time to see the driving whip Elaine brandished in her right hand. He immediately redoubled his efforts and began pulling the cart along at a trot. She took him along the same path as before, letting him get used to the weight of the cart. After she was satisfied that he would obey all commands immediately, she stopped the cart in front of a water trough near the stable. After getting off the cart, Elaine walked around to where Bob was standing, breathing hard around the bit gag. "Kneel," she ordered. Carefully, Bob knelt before the trough. She removed the gag and said, "drink, darlin' – it may be a while before you get another chance!." Working his jaws back to a semblance of flexibility, he bent over the trough and began to lick up the water. It was warm and cloudy, but right now it was like manna from heaven to Bob's parched throat. When he was finished, he rose up out of the trough, only to have the bit gag thrust back into his mouth and buckled around his head. "Okay, get up. You have a lot of work ahead of you today," she told him.


Chapter 20 (added: 10/31/2009)

After climbing back in, Elaine drove the cart around to the back of the house. As they turned the corner, he could make out a woman dressed in work clothes, kneeling on the ground, working in the dirt. He started to slow, thinking that this was a mistake and that Elaine would turn him around when she saw that they were approaching someone. A crack of the whip on his butt cheek convinced him that she meant to continue on. With no choice, he continued to trot on. As they got closer, Elaine slowed him to a halt. "Good morning, Ms. Foster! And what do we have here?" the woman said as she got up and approached Bob. "Hello Gretchen, this is Bob, my ponyboy for the weekend! What do you think of him?" Gretchen was a 40ish blonde, still in great shape, which was evident even through the denim work shirt which was tied up under her breasts and the dirty blue jeans. As she gave him an appraising once over, Bob hung his head in humiliation. Elaine snapped his head up with the reins, forcing him to stand at attention. "A very nice looking stallion! I see he has also been gelded!" she exclaimed, as she fondled his balls which protruded from under his chastity device. Bob turned a deeper shade of red. "Gretchen is my gardener, Bob," Elaine explained, "and in case you're wondering, you aren't the first ponyboy I have ever driven." "Gretchen, could you use a little help today? I'm sure that Bob here would be most cooperative," Elaine said with a smile. "Of course he will be cooperative, won't you boy?" Gretchen said menacingly, giving his balls a little squeeze. Bob stiffened a little, held still by the reins, then nodded slightly, looking down. "Great! I'll bring him by a little later," Elaine said, snapping the reins. Bob obediently started moving forward, as Gretchen stepped out of the way.

Elaine steered him onto a trail which led into some woods. They followed the trail through the woods for a while until they arrived at a small pond, where Elaine reined him to a halt. After dismounting, she took his reins and tied them to a nearby tree. "Don't go away, now," she said with a wink, giving him a smack on the butt. Elaine walked back to the cart and began to disrobe. Bob, still pinioned between the shafts, could not turn around to see what was happening. The rustle of clothing being removed offered his only clue. The next thing he saw out of the corner of his eye was a naked Elaine walking down to the pond's edge. He turned his head to admire the back of her lithe athletic body as she walked away. As he watched, she entered the pond and began to swim lazily about, enjoying the cool water. Bob could only stand there and watch from a distance, as he was still tethered by the reins to the tree.

After about twenty minutes had gone by, Elaine finally emerged from the pond. As she climbed up the bank, she raised her arms, reaching behind her head to wring the water from her lovely long hair. This pose displayed her in all her glory to Bob, who could only stare and drool from his bit gag at her lovely breasts, punctuated by her very erect nipples, and her virginal shaved pussy. She walked up to the cart and retrieved a towel from her bag. After drying off, she walked over to Bob and began to stroke his hair. "You've been a very good pony so far today, so I'm going to give you a special reward!" she exclaimed. She untied the reins from the tree and pulled down on them. "Kneel," she ordered. Still attached to the cart shafts, Bob knelt carefully. As he knelt there, Elaine removed his bit with the reins attached. Removing one of the reins from the bit, she clipped it to the D-ring on the front of his collar and tied the other end back around the tree, leaving about a foot of slack. Facing him, she lifted one leg up and over the rein until she was straddling it. She proceeded to move forward a few inches along the rein until her cunt was within an inch of his face. Restrained as he was, Bob could not back away.

"Okay, boy, here's your reward!" she cried, as she pushed forward, forcing his face into her crotch. Bob knew he had no choice but to follow her orders. He had already felt her whip earlier, and was determined not to feel it again. He started to run his tongue up and down her outer labia, catching some remaining droplets of pond water which had eluded her towel. Presently, she pushed into his face a little harder, urging him to go deeper. His tongue entered her inner labia and began exploring. As he ventured upward, he found her already engorged clitoris. A moan escaped Elaine's lips as Bob's tongue circled around her love button for a minute or two before plunging into her vagina. He alternated these steps, tentatively listening for clues to what really turned her on.

About this time, Bob felt something happening which proved to be a major distraction to his diligent work. His cock began to swell from the sexual excitement, until it was stopped by his cock cage. What began as a pleasurable feeling ended in a painfully throbbing partial erection. As he worked to retain his focus, a thin string of pre-cum dribbled down from the cock cage. Bob was panting now, finding it harder to maintain his tongue work. He wondered what a sight this must be, him kneeling with his arms bound behind, the shafts of a pony cart still attached to his girth belt, tethered to a tree, pleasuring a naked woman who was literally in his face! Finally, with a cry, Elaine pushed forward even harder, grabbing his head by the hair and jamming his face into her pussy, as she came in an explosive orgasm. Unable to breathe now, Bob kept licking dutifully until she finally backed away.


Chapter 21 (added: 10/31/2009)

After dismounting from standing astride the rein, Elaine picked a shady spot nearby and lay back in the soft grass. Bob remained kneeling, still tethered to the tree, his breathing slowly returning to normal. His cock continued to throb painfully as it tried to burst out of its cage, still dripping pre-cum. Had it really been about three weeks since his last orgasm? After she had rested for a few minutes, Elaine got up and walked back over to Bob. Looking down, she immediately noticed his state of excitement. Reaching down, she cupped his balls in her hand. "Aw, poor pony, these balls look about ready to explode!" she said, sticking out her lower lip in a mock little-girl pouty face. Using her fingers, she scooped up a trail of pre-cum dangling from his cock cage. Holding them up to Bob's mouth, she ordered him to clean them off. "Too bad I don't have a key to that thing... oh well, I guess you'll have to settle for this!" she said with a smirk as he licked her fingers clean. After removing the rein from around the tree, she replaced his bit, reattached the rein and carried the other ends back with her as she climbed into the cart. Giving a slight and steady backward pull on both reins, she backed the cart up a few feet. Pulling slightly to the right, she drove the cart around until it was headed back along the path from which they had come.

Arriving back at the stable, Elaine pulled the cart to a halt. After detaching the shafts from Bob's girth belt, she led him by the reins over to the water trough. She removed his bit and allowed him to kneel and take another drink. Bob lapped greedily at the water, parched after pulling the pony cart over what seemed like ten miles, but in reality was only about two. After snapping a rein to the front of his collar, she led him back to his stall. Once there, she thankfully removed his armbinder. After making him kneel, she tied the rein off to a ring on the wall. "Y'all get a little rest now" she told him, "then I'll bring you some feed before you start your afternoon shift!" Bob wasn't sure what she had in store for him this afternoon, but he was sure it would only bring further humiliation. He lay down in the straw and closed his eyes. He was asleep within a couple of minutes.


Chapter 22 (added: 10/31/2009)

He awoke to the sounds of metal pans being placed on the floor near where he lay. Opening his eyes, he saw Elaine setting down a pan of water and another pan which held a mixture of carrots and chicken cubes. "Come and get it!" Elaine exclaimed. Bob slowly got to his knees and made his way over to the pans. Famished, and with his arms still cuffed behind him, he only had one option if he wanted any food. He lowered his face into the food pan and began to eat. Once he had licked the pan clean, he moved over to the water pan and lapped up a good portion of water. "Good boy, you finished all your feed!" Elaine exclaimed, as she removed the pans and set them aside. "OK, you had your fun this morning, now its' time to do some work!" she said brightly as she untied the rein and pulled on it, urging him to stand up. Bob groaned inwardly. If this morning's workout was 'fun', he dreaded to find out what was in store for him this afternoon.

After re-attaching both reins to the sides of his bit, she led him out of the stable into the bright sunshine. Once his eyes had time to adjust, he noticed another cart parked nearby. It looked like a large garden cart with two long horizontal shafts protruding from the front. As he was looking it over, Gretchen appeared from another door to the stable. "He's all yours for the afternoon, Gretchen, just get him back to me in one piece, ok?" Elaine said laughingly. "No problem, Ms. Foster, I'm sure he'll behave himself, won't you boy?" Gretchen exclaimed as she slapped him on the ass. As Elaine walked away, Gretchen busied herself with getting Bob harnessed up to the garden cart.


Chapter 23 (added: 01/24/2010)

Gretchen led him along a path until they came upon a large pile of dirt, where she stopped the cart once it was alongside. After tying the reins off to a nearby tree, she picked up a shovel and started filling the cart. "This here's topsoil, and we need to get it spread out over the various garden beds on the property." she explained. "You be a good boy, now, and there will be a nice reward for you at the end of the day!" Bob shuddered, wondering what her idea of a 'reward' was. He stood there patiently while Gretchen finished filling the cart. After untying the reins, she led him around till they were facing the right direction on the path. She started walking forward, leading him by the reins. Bob began to move forward, when he was stopped short by the increased weight of the cart. As the reins grew taut, Gretchen turned around to see what the problem was. "Come on, pony boy, pull! We don't have all day!" she exclaimed, tugging on the reins. Bob leaned forward into his harness and strained to move forward. The cart reluctantly began to move. The uneven surface of the dirt path seemed to conspire with the cart to impede his progress. Bob struggled to keep the cart moving, sweat beading on his forehead and stinging his eyes. "Move it, you lazy pony!" Gretchen barked, pulling on the reins.

They made the rounds of a few garden beds, distributing the topsoil, before returning to the dirt pile for another load. Bob was near exhaustion and stood wearily as the cart was filled once again. He really wanted to lie down and rest, but was still securely tethered to a tree by his reins. He had had enough and decided he wasn't going to cooperate anymore.

After the cart was filled, Gretchen untied his reins and started to walk down the path. Once again, the reins grew taut as Bob had not yet moved. "Look, pony boy, I'm getting tired of this game. Are you going to move, or not?" she asked, turning around and facing him. With the bit gag still lodged between his teeth, Bob couldn't respond verbally. Instead, he just gave her a defiant stare. "OK, have it your way," she sighed. She began unsnapping the reins from his bit. Bob couldn't suppress a slight smile, thinking he had won this battle. "Get some other sap to pull your cart, honey, because it sure as hell ain't gonna be me!" he thought. After unsnapping the reins, Gretchen doubled them over and draped them around her neck. She retrieved a six foot length of twine from a storage bag attached to the cart and started wrapping it around his balls where they exited the chastity device. After a couple of turns, she tied it off and gave it an experimental tug. "Uuuuuggghhh!" Bob groaned through his bit, his eyes wide, as his hips lurched forward in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure on his balls. "Yep, I think this will work just fine!" she said, as she made a loop in the other end of the twine and tied it in a knot, creating a leash handle.

"Let's see if this can provide a little motivation!" she exclaimed, as she turned around and started walking, holding onto the leash. As the slack in the twine began to run out, Bob could see that she wasn't planning on stopping this time. Not wanting to feel his balls yanked off, he gave a mighty heave, and the cart began to move forward. For the rest of the afternoon, Bob followed Gretchen around wherever she went with renewed energy and without complaint.


Chapter 24 (added: 01/24/2010)

As the afternoon drew to a close, Gretchen led Bob back to the barn, where she unhooked him from the cart. She led him over to the water trough and removed his bit, allowing him to drink his fill. Once he finished drinking, she led him by his ball leash back to his stall, where he collapsed on his side in the hay. "Hold on hon, before you go to sleep, I did promise you a reward, didn't I?" she said, as she unbuttoned her top and slipped out of it. She was not wearing a bra, and had lovely "C" cup breasts. The boots and jeans were next, and flopped on the floor next to the blouse. Bob wasn't sure what kind of reward he could possibly get, considering that his cock was still locked up and inaccessible. As her panties joined the rest of her clothing, she walked over to him and rolled him over onto his back with her foot. This position was quite uncomfortable with his hands still cuffed behind him, and he started to roll back over onto his side. Gretchen bent down and grabbed the ball leash, which was still attached, and pulled it in an upward direction until Bob had no choice but to roll over onto his back. She kept pulling on it until his ass left the floor and he was straining to relieve the tension on his balls. Maintaining a steady tension, she stepped over him and put one foot on either side of his head, facing his feet. As she began to squat over his face, there was no doubt in Bob's mind what was expected. "Here's your reward, boy, have at it!" she laughed.

Once her cunt made contact with his face, she yanked menacingly on the leash, prompting him to dive in with his tongue. As she was being serviced, Gretchen reached out with her free hand and began tweaking one of Bob's nipples, using it like a control knob. The harder she pinched a nipple or pulled on the leash, the faster Bob's tongue would move against her clit. Once again, to Bob's dismay, his cock tried to expand within its' prison, with painful results. His tongue worked feverishly on her pussy, hoping she would climax soon. His nose was pressed in between her ass cheeks, making breathing impossible, not to mention the strain of holding his ass off the floor in an attempt to lessen the tension on his balls. Gretchen began to breathe faster as she rubbed her breasts and pulled even harder on the leash.

Finally, just as Bob thought he would pass out from suffocation, Gretchen cried out as she ground her cunt up and down on his face, exploding in a shuddering orgasm. Momentarily lost in the throes of ecstasy, Gretchen leaned forward slightly, relaxing her grip on the ball leash, and allowing her gasping captive to lower himself to the floor. As Gretchen took a few moments to collect herself, Bob drank in precious air to catch his breath as well.

His respite was short lived, however, as he felt another painful tug on his balls, forcing his ass up in the air. "That was a great warmup, boy, now let's go for the grand finale!" Gretchen gleefully exclaimed as she once again pressed her cunt against Bob's face. Summoning up a final reserve of energy, Bob applied himself to the task at hand, diligently lapping at Gretchen's slit, hoping his tongue would last through one more session. Whenever he seemed to be flagging, a quick tug on the leash brought renewed energy to his efforts. His cock continued to strain mightily against the chastity device, only to be painfully reminded of its' restraints. Suddenly, the tension on his balls increased to an almost unbearable level, as Gretchen began panting and grinding her cunt against Bob's face. Desperately, he stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and pistoned it in and out of her love hole, hoping to bring her off quickly before she yanked his balls off. Gretchen tensed, then let loose with a bellow, drenching Bob's face with her juices as he continued to lick obediently. "That's a good boy, here's the rest of your reward - clean it all up!" she laughed.

Once she was completely satisfied with Bob's efforts, Gretchen got up and removed the leash from his balls. He winced as the tight twine was unwound from around his scrotum. After dressing, she tethered him to the stall wall by his original leash before leaving. With his face still covered in Gretchen's juices and his cock still throbbing, Bob curled up on the floor, trying to get into a comfortable position. Exhausted, he was asleep in seconds.


Chapter 25 (added: 01/24/2010)

He awoke to the crisp sound of someone's boots walking on the wooden floor as they approached his stall. "Hiya darlin', nap time's over!" said Elaine as she entered Bob's stall. She set down a pan with more carrots and chicken cubes. "Here's your dinner – come and get it!" Bob struggled to his knees and hobbled over to the pan. Ravenous, he bent down and dove into the food, no longer consciously aware of his arms, which were still locked together behind his back. Finished, he lapped up some water to wash it down and then sat back on his heels, wondering what new torture she might have thought up for him. "I think you've spent enough time as a pony, darlin'; how'd you like to spend the night tonight in a real bed?" she asked him. He eyed her warily, wondering what he might have to endure to be granted this luxury. Hell, anything had to beat sleeping here, in the straw, on the floor. "Yes, Ma'am", he said, nodding his assent, lowering his eyes toward the floor. "While you are here under my control, you will address me as Mistress", she told him, "and I had better see a more enthusiastic response, if you want to see that bed!" She extended her right booted foot forward, placing it on the floor within Bob's reach. "Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress! he said as he bent to his task, licking her dusty boot. When he had worked his way up to the top of the boot, she withdrew it and replaced it with her left boot. He began again and licked the entire boot clean. "That's more like it, slave, I think you've earned an upgrade in accommodations!" she giggled. She unclipped his leash from the wall. "Take another drink before you go; I don't want you to have a dirty tongue – never know where it might be going next!" she laughed as he bent to his water bowl and lapped up a few swallows. Once he was finished, she tugged on the leash and he struggled to his feet. She led him out of the stable and headed toward the house.