Leash Journey

I am a bad puppy, coming to my Master without real training, or real devotion to the task of being a good dog. He took me for a walk in his fenced garden my first day, and I was very bad indeed. I picked up a flower I thought was pretty and handed it to him. Master was quick to point out the error of my action. Dogs didn't pick flowers. They might smell them or eat them, but the did not pick them up and say 'how pretty.'

Master spanked me with a plastic rod until I cried and then walked me back into the house, to think about my foolishness in my cage. I was still crying, watching his perfect leather form walk away. I had been a very bad dog, and had a lot of time to do my penance.

Why was I naked, with a red bottom, crying in a cage? I was a puppy-girl, or wanted to be. I had met Master at a party and told him some of my fantasies, how hot I got when wearing a collar and leash, playing in a cage, drinking from bowls on the floor. I liked being a dog. It was really kinky. Master said he could help me truly fulfill my desire. I had no idea just how very much I had to learn, or what I would become when Master had completed my training.

I whimpered when he left, my eyes following his tight ass as he walked out of the room, shutting and locking the door. I was alone, in my cage, with just a bowl of water for comfort. I was naked except for the collar, harsh leather around my throat, attached my a short chain lead to the top of the cage. I certainly couldn't stand up, or even comfortably sit up, and didn't have enough slack to really turn around.

I hated that he had left me. I knew I had done wrong, had done something human when I was supposed to be a dog, but this seemed unfair. My ass cheeks stung, and that at least I was happy about, though I was used to a good spanking being foreplay. I wanted sex. I didn't want to be alone.

I had been drawn to my new Master since I first saw him, looking like a cool ad for leather at Ted's party. He reminded me of an actor I used to fantasize about, and I had practically drooled on myself. Thick brown hair, gorgeous eyes, calling them brown just didn't do them justice, more like a warm golden honey. He had a slim build, muscled like a basketball player, and every bulge and curve had been hugged by soft black leather. I soaked my panties before even speaking with him.

I craved him, as a woman and as a slave, and needed him like air. I came here wanting to prove I was a good dog, that I could fulfill him as much as my lowly status allowed. Led by my pussy, I would do anything, be a bitch in heat or a playful puppy, to please him.

It should have been obvious, that I was really a good mutt. So why hadn't he stayed here with me, where I could show off my obedience? I would have far preferred a whipping to being stuck here alone.

I sighed, trying to get comfortable on my knees, and whimpered again. I thought about my misbehavior, seeing it a stupid mistake, but I had never had anyone object like that when I forgot myself. It was a game, a hot sexy game. I crawled and barked and licked and whined and then fucked however my Master pleased. My new Master seemed to have other ideas.

I was a dog, but apparently not good enough this time around. What could I have done differently? Would I still be with him if I hadn't liked that flower? Would I even now be licking his feet, or prancing for him, or getting a taste of a paddle?

I smiled at the lovely thought. I ground my ass against the cage, shivering and moaning. I was so hot, and only my Master could put out this fire, could give me what I needed.

I was going to be a better dog, and not forget myself again. I was a sub, and would trust that Master knew what was best for me, whether I liked it or not. He said I needed training, and I did want so much to be his puppy-girl slave.

I had asked Marcie about him before agreeing to meet with him, and she had assured me he had a good reputation, was pretty popular, and developed some very good slaves. I had even talked to one on the phone. She had seemed pretty sad, but had glowed in her adoration of her former Master. So here I was.

Waiting. And thinking. And trying to think about anything other than my burning clit. I had experience as a slave, and knew that pleasing myself without permission would get me punished. If all I expected was a whipping or a great spank, I would have done it. But being locked in this cage, in the dark empty room for hours on end, this I did not like.

I spent an uneasy night chained to the cage. I was angry at first, wanting to yell that I be let out, but dogs didn't yell, and I hadn't really thought I'd be left alone that long. I was wrong. Eventually, sleep and tears overcame me. I moaned fitfully, yanked awake every time I tried to turn, or roll over. I was stiff and achy and exhausted.

My dog collar was just not going to let me rest, and sheer frustration drew me to take it off. A cardinal sin among slaves, to remove the collar, but if he was going to leave me down here, I just had to get some sleep. I unbuckled it, rubbing my strained neck, and sighed. Finally. I curled up as comfortable as I could and passed out.

I slept fitfully, having a few nightmares about being chained in a cave, or beaten and then left down a very dark hole. I woke up shivering, sore, and feeling really stupid. How had I gotten into this? My Master was supposedly this great Dom, this paragon of training. What good could it do to have made me sleep like this?

I was apparently in it pretty deep, as the refilled water bowl and some oatmeal in another red bowl showed that someone had been down here. Which made me realize that I was out of my collar, and somebody knew about it. I moaned, knowing I was really in trouble, and got back up on my knees. I put my collar back on, again trapped on my short lead, but the damage was done. Why hadn't I been punished already? Or was still being in this cage my punishment?

There was no clock in the room, and my watch was wherever my clothes had gone, so I had no idea what time it was. I lapped at my water, and then ate the cold oatmeal, getting the mess all over my chin as I ate dog fashion. After breakfast, I looked around my cell, which seemed to be an overgrown closet made into a torture den. Something that looked like a homemade rack took up an entire corner in between stacks of boxes and bundles of old newspaper.

A stock with a padlock had a brace for locking head and wrists, as well as cuffs along a bar at the bottom to spread the legs. Hooks and rings were set in the right wall at intervals for chains and shackles. I could imagine myself strung up there, blindfolded and being flogged, and it was an arousing thought.

I didn't know how long I sat there, tucked like a good dog, playing scenarios in my head until I got restless. I was feeling cramped and starting to get bored. I wanted to play. I wanted to get out and crawl and prove I was a good girl and would please Master. I didn't want to be punished anymore.

After an eternity, I heard footsteps outside the door, then a key in a lock. My heart was hammering and I started to whimper and clamber about in the cage. Master! Oh please let me out.

He opened the door and walked into my cell, causing me to frown. He was wearing blue jeans and a gray pullover. He still looked gorgeous, but it was not an outfit I had ever seen him in. Weren't we going to play?

He didn't say anything as he took hold of the lead, jerking me up close to the cage bars and holding me there, my face pressed roughly against the metal. I didn't even squeak, afraid of doing something wrong. I was confused, sore, and I really wanted out. This didn't feel like a game anymore.

He reached towards one of the shelves and brought down a heavy braided leather leash, laying it on the cage as he unhooked the short lead from my collar. He released his hold on me to bend down and unlock the cage, then flung the door wide. "Out!"

I hesitated, seeing anger in his eyes, in the stiff way he towered over me, and shook my head. It was a mistake. He grabbed my collar and yanked me forward, scraping my knees and dumping me on the floor. I moaned, shaking with fear now, staring up at him as he fastened the leash to the ring on my collar and then jerked on it. I cried and get on my knees, terrified now and wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

I shivered, wanting to stretch my legs but not daring to move. He slapped the end of the leash across my backside and I winced.

"Are you useless, cur?"

He slapped my ass even harder, the smack of flesh loud and the sting more intense than I liked. Why wasn't he building up to it? Why was he striking so hard?

"Don't you know anything about being a dog?"

He struck both of my cheeks, setting my skin on fire and likely raising welts. It hurt so much I started crying.

"Haven't you learned anything?"

Harder and harder and I was fighting not to wail, to scream. I would be a good dog. I wouldn't make any more mistakes. Please, just give me another chance!

"Do you mean to waste the time I would give you in my service? Taking you from useless mongrel to a pleasing and well-trained slave?"

I whined, wanting to yell, to tell him anything.

"Speak mutt! Answer your Master."

"Please," I whispered, "I'm a good dog. I'll do anything."

"Bark," he commanded.

I barked. I yipped and woofed and barked as I had never barked before.

"Stretch."

I tried to stand up and he lashed me across the ass again, then put a foot hard into my back to shove me back onto all fours.

"You are a puppy-girl, and puppies don't stand. Now stretch."

I was whimpering now, humiliation and confusion almost choking me, but I did what I was told. I stayed on my knees and stretched first one leg and then the other, lifting them high, and then arched my back while reaching my arms out as far as I could. Tears rolled down my face. My ass felt red and raw.

"Are you an obedient puppy-girl?"

I swallowed the automatic yes, and barked instead, hoping I sounded positive and devoted. I liked the paddle, but that leash was a little too much and I didn't want it again.

"Then why did you take off your collar?"

I froze. Oh no. "Master ..."

He jerked on the leash, dragging my across the floor. "Puppies don't speak without permission. Puppies do not remove their collars under any circumstances."

He dragged me over to the stocks and I whined. I didn't see the paddle. I didn't think I was going to get a spanking, but another lashing. He yanked me to my feet, unlocking the brace on the stock, and then shoved my head down across the hard wood.

I panicked as he put my wrists into the groves and then shut the thing, locking it tight over my neck. I was trapped. I wiggled, struggling a bit as he gripped my ankles and pulled my legs apart.

"Please, Master," I begged, tears blurring my eyes, "This just isn't turning me on anymore." I wasn't in the mood for this kind of thing and I wanted to go home.

"Not turning you on," he sneered, closing the cuffs securely around my ankles. "Do you really think that that is what this is all about? That a little play and getting off is the goal of training? Oh no, miss wannabe a puppy-girl. You came here to become a dog, a well heeled dog-slave, not remain some second rate ill-used cur. I am Master here, and it is my pleasure that's important, and it pleases me to show you the real meaning of being a puppy-slave. Just as you desired."

He rattled the stock to ensure I was truly stuck, and then walked towards the door. I watched him go, admiring his ass even as I cried. He was going leave me like this. I opened my mouth to beg, but fear held me. What could I say that would get me out of this mess?

I had signed a contract, agreeing to training to be a better doggy, a more seasoned slave. Master had a good reputation and I had felt so at ease with him, so sure he would not hurt me as others had, that I hadn't negotiated a safe word. What would I need it for? I would be trained, taught whatever I needed to know to be a prized slave, and have even more fun.

I had worked in the usual precautions, that I not be injured in any permanent fashion, denied any of the basics, passed around to any other Master, or shared with any slaves. I wasn't into water sports, bloodplay, or a lot of the extreme bondage, and had stated it all in the contract. I had agreed to his stipulations of obedience and commitment to my training until he agreed I was ready to venture forth, new and improved. I was on summer vacation and had let my family and friends know I was going on a 'holiday' and left numbers with Marcie for emergencies. And then I had come to him.

I had well and truly screwed myself. It had seemed like such a good idea, and Master was so very hot. There had been nothing in the contract about sex, but as he had been hard while signing it, I was sure that we would have some hot times together. This had not turned out at all like I had planned.

He returned with a paddle and something bulky in a shopping bag. He sat the bag down on the floor and something inside made a clanking sound as it tipped over. I stared at the paddle with the first hope of the morning and panted with anticipation. Maybe I hadn't been completely wrong after all.

He moved directly in front of me, holding the paddle before my face. "Do you want to be spanked, slave?"

I tried to nod but couldn't, with the wood slat keeping my pinned, so I barked instead. That seemed to be the right answer.

He pressed the paddle against my mouth. "Kiss."

I kissed the paddle, feeling a tingle between my legs. This was more like it.

"Good slaves get spanked, just so. You want to be a good slave."

It didn't sound like a question but I barked my best affirmative anyway. I would be a good girl, so long as he didn't leave me down here again.

Master laughed, deep and rich. "Assume the position."

I smiled. I was already in the position and we both knew it. My head held down, ass outthrust, legs spread over a foot apart. This was going to feel so good. I was already getting wet.

His hand moved softly over my ass cheeks, still stinging from the leash. I shivered. Then sighed as the paddle was lightly applied, first to one cheek, and then the other. Back and forth, and then striking both, little taps, fleshy pats, growing to more meaty smacks. Oh yes.

I moaned, shuddering, feeling every spank as though a jolt to my clit, as though nerves in my tender paddled flesh ran to my pussy and turned my knees to jelly. Each swing was a breath over my engorged lips, like a sigh that tickled all the way inside, drawing heat that began to build towards a glorious tempo.

Master gave my ass a final whack that made me cry out, and then turned the paddle to tease the edge between my legs, rubbing it brusquely over my lips and clit. I shivered, so hot and horny, and wanted to beg him to use something else on me.

"Are you a good puppy?"

I barked and panted. Oh please, please, I have to come. I'll be such a good girl, the best slave girl.

"Are you ready to start your training?"

I frowned. Training? I barked, as that was what he wanted, but I had hesitated and he saw it. He pulled the paddle away and I moaned. I was drenched. I wanted to get off, not jump through hoops.

"As I said, good slaves get spanked, but only good dogs get to really enjoy it. And you are not a good dog yet."

Master moved away and I stared after him, gaping. He wasn't going to get me off? He was going to leave me like this? Frustration brought tears to my eyes again. "Master -"

"I didn't give you permission to speak." He sounded angry. He picked up the shopping bag and brought two objects out of it, a heavy looking metal collar with a padlock and what looked like burlap underwear with a metal crotch.

I gasped. It was some kind of chastity belt. I whined and tried to shake my head, but couldn't move that much. "Master please. Can't we -"

"Silence. Would you like to spend the day in the stock?"

I gaped at him, shivering with horror. He really would leave me like this! But that contraption would be just as bad, giving no relief at all. How could he be this cruel?

Master shook his head very sadly. "I thought you understood, and wanted more than just a scene or two. You agreed to the training, and that is what you will get, but you are only making it harder on yourself. You will see, and I will get a good slave out of you. I uphold my end of obligations."

I struggled to no avail, slowly going numb as I realized just what I had done. He was a true Master, and had taken me at my word. I had agreed, without thinking that anything this serious would happen. I was stuck, and he was making sure I knew it.

He unlocked my ankles and lifted one foot at a time, sliding the uncomfortable thing up my legs, snugly over my sopping pussy. It felt weird, something between a leather bikini and a diaper, but the partially open crotch was cold, an assault on my flaming lips. It only had panels on the front and sides, leaving my ass bare.

Master unlocked the brace on the stock and pulled me down on my knees with the leash. He took off the stiff collar and replaced it with the metal one, locking it with finality. He reattached the leash and tugged again. I was too shocked to do anything but crawl after him. He pointed to my cage and I didn't protest, too afraid of anything worse happening.

I was miserable, and let him know it by whining as I crawled inside. He didn't fasten the leash to the cage, just locked me inside it. Maybe he figured I was going to be uncomfortable enough.

I hadn't gone to the bathroom yet, and that occurred to me as he left the room, locking the door. I curled up into a ball and cried. My pussy ached. My ass stung. My pride was more than bruised. How was I going to get out of this? I had signed my life over, at least for a reasonable training period, not to exceed the two months remaining before I went back to school again.

I lay there and cried, and thought, and wailed, and thought.

There was really only one thing I could do. Accept my training, be a damned good dog, and get out of this cage. I was a slave, being a dog should not be so difficult, I got off by playing one all the time. That seemed to be Master's point, that all I had done previously was play, and that time was over.

I stared miserably out of my cage, the collar heavy on my neck, and moaned. I had been bad, and I was being punished. I had forgotten my place, and had disappointed my Master. I felt sick over the whole morning.

I replayed his words, his promise to get a good slave out of me, and decided I was going to do my best, to be that slave, and never be punished like this again. I hated being alone. When he had whipped me with the leash, at least he had been here. I couldn't stand this.

I howled, long and miserably, and cried again. I had to do better. I had to!

I thought of all the ways I could make amends, to show that I had learned my errors, that I repented my misdoing. If he would only let me out, I would be so good, so obedient and not act human at all. If he would just let me out, I would make him proud to own me.

I knew he had trained several other slaves, and I was going to put them all to shame. I would shine and be such a puppy-girl that he would never want me far from him, that I alone would have his time and be worthy of wearing his collar. There would be no better dog anywhere.

I was done crying and started feeling determined. I would lay here like a good dog, and I would bark and not talk, I would do all the doggy things I enjoyed or whatever else Master asked of me.

Just please let me out.

My pussy was still buzzing, a low almost painful throb, and I tried to ignore it, tried to think of ways to pass my time. I accepted the reality of my cage, in this room, and pictured myself chained to the wall again. I relived the spanking in my mind and imagined it going on and on until I passed out from pleasure.