6 comments/ 28717 views/ 9 favorites One Little World Ch. 01 By: The_Fractal_King This is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or zombie) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello . . ." He looked up from his book. There was a young woman in the doorway to his bedroom. She looked to be about twenty-five. "How did you get into my house?" "I, um, your housemate gave me . . ." He laughed. "I'm joking, sorry, I don't have many visitors. Have a seat." "Oh, of course. Thank you." He turned back to the book and continued to read, curious how she would react. He really wasn't looking for any visitors and the story was interesting. "Your housemate said that . . . that . . ." She stumbled over her words, feeling awkward. It would have been better to call first, she realized. Although perhaps that would make her look too interested. She wasn't about to come off as desperate the first time she met him. He looked at her curiously. "I've gotten the impression that Tom says a lot of things about me to a lot of people." "Yes. I mean no!" The next few words came tumbling. "He said you were into that kind of thing!" He slipped a bookmark carefully into place and placed the book onto his desk. "Into what kind of thing, exactly?" If Tom was trying to set him up it was being done well. He started to make a guess about what she was referring to but stopped himself, not wanting to offend her. Besides, if he was right, it was far more important to him that she knew how to ask. "You know," she looked at her toes, "the whole whips and chains type stuff." He bit his thumb and looked at her more carefully than before. She was quite attractive. Shoulder length blond hair tied in a pony tail. Her clothing seemed conservative at first glance but in fact highlighted her features quite nicely. She had very dressed carefully. "Ah . . ." He tried to keep his voice steady. "I don't do 'whips and chains' as such. Nowhere to put the chains you see and I just don't like using whips on principle." "Oh." She turned beet red and moved to leave. "I'm really sorry then, Tom really seemed to think that you enjoyed that kind of . . ." "No, you you misunderstand. I just don't happen to physically have any chains and I . . . uh, really don't like using whips. Not quite my scene." He flashed a quick smile but it collapsed almost instantly to a sort of severe curiosity. "Why did you come here?" "Um, your housemate, Tom, is a friend of mine and . . ." She trailed off, blushing again. It was quite endearing. He scratched his head and stood up. The conversation was going nowhere. He placed a finger under her chin and raised her eyes up to meet his. She looked almost frightened, but not of him. Embarrassed. Humiliated to even bring it up. "Go on. I promise that I'm in no position to judge you for anything." She found herself unable to break eye contact. The words poured out, she was afraid that if she didn't say everything as quickly as possible her nerve would fail and that would be the end of it. "I didn't want to go meet some random guy and ask him to tie me up or something because he might be a psycho. So I asked Tom if he could give me any advice, he knows all kinds of people, Tom said you liked that kind of thing but there was no way you were dangerous because he knew you really well." "Alright. That's enough." He gave a little smile and released her. "I . . . well I certainly believe that you know Tom." She giggled in spite of herself. "Do you actually want to be whipped?" he asked. "I guess I hadn't thought about that." "Think about it now." She stayed silent. He walked over to the door placed a hand on the knob. He let out a breath then turn back toward her. "Would you like something to drink?" "Water is fine, thank you." A minute later he returned with two glasses of ice water. Handing one to her he sat back down. "Well?" "I guess I don't really want to be whipped. I just thought . . ." He cut her off. "That's fine. Sharp pain, like a whip or a flogger, isn't something I enjoy inflicting. It isn't something you should be asking for if you don't want, either. Nonetheless there are many different types of pain in the world. Not all of them are physical. I do enjoy causing some of those." He stared at the ice in his glass, suddenly lost in thought. She took the moment of reprieve to examine him. He was a strange person, not more than a few years older than she was. In many ways he was almost the opposite of what she had expected. A slight and unassuming man who's most intimidating trait appeared to be a collection of books that lined every wall of the room so that the walls were completely hidden. She waited for him to speak rather than break the silence. "Clearly," he said looking up again, "you think that what you want in a relationship falls somewhere outside the accepted norm. The phrase you're looking for is BDSM. Right?" He continued without letting her answer. "The 'whips and chains' angle you referred would be the SM part, that is, sadism and masochism. Named after two rather interesting people." He stopped. She didn't really care. No one really cared about etymology. "Anyway, while the equipment gets all of the attention there really is a great deal more to the lifestyle. I think all the other parts are more important. Tom's usually making excuses to leave after listening to me talk for this long, by the way. You're a good listener. For example I prefer the DS section. That is big 'D' little 's', for dominance and submission. The capitalization is done like that . . . I'm babbling aren't I?" She smiled bemusedly. "I'll rephrase. Does power-play interest you at all?" "I don't know what you mean." "Stand up." She rose quickly. "Spin around." She turned in a circle once. His voice hardened, "I didn't say to stop." "I'm sorr-" He placed a finger on her lips. "No need to apologize. Just obey and change the behavior for next time." She began again. Just obey. That was something she could do. It made her feel like a child or a puppy. For whatever reason she could feel herself warming at the treatment. The only thing he wanted from her was obedience. After a few rotations he told her to stop. Moving behind her he traced her collar bone with his index finger and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "I mean something like that." Then, stepping back, he laughed. "Slightly more sexual, of course." She drew a deep breath. "Um . . . I think I might enjoy that." "Wonderful. Excuse me a moment." "Yes, sir." He laughed at the honorific and down went into the kitchen. The only shoes by the door were his own and ones that the young woman must have worn. Tom was still out doing whatever it was that so reliably kept him busy at all hours of the night. "Oh, dear." He ran his fingers along the smooth granite counter top. It had been a long time. A very long time. But there was something about her that he couldn't really place. Something more than her physical beauty or her obedience. Those were turn-ons, certainly, but there really was something more about her that he liked. She was attractive, not just pretty. He shook his head as he drew a table knife from the drawer beneath the counter and ran the blade slowly across his palm. No blood. Nonetheless he ground the edge against the cutting board a few times to make sure it was blunted. Finally he washed the whole knife in antiseptic soap and quickly dried it off. He started to put it in a pocket then placed it on the cutting board instead. "I just realized," he said as he entered, "I don't even know your name." "Shanon." "Well then, Shanon, do you trust me?" "Yes. I mean I guess trust you. I just met you and-" He silenced her with a gesture. "Let's try again. Do you trust me enough to feel that I won't hurt you even if I do something that makes you afraid?" "I don't know." "That's an entirely reasonable answer." He put his finger under her chin again. "If anything I do makes you not want to continue say 'Red' and I will stop immediately. That is an absolute. If you want me to explain something or slow down a bit say 'Yellow'. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." "Repeat it back to me." "If need you to stop I will say 'Red' and you will stop. If I need an explanation or wish you to slow down I will say 'Yellow' and you will do that." "Very good. Take your clothes off." Shanon began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "We haven't got all night. Or at least not to spend doing something so simple." Shanon tried to get at the buttons more quickly but fumbled with them instead. "Too much responsibility already? I can't have you making mistakes about such simple things." She blushed furiously. He chuckled and motioned for her to turn around. His hands came up from behind her and he began to unbutton her shirt. "How do you feel?" he whispered in her ear. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life. It's sort of . . ." "Sort of what?" "Arousing, sir." "Mmm, that's nice to hear. I'll have to see what else I can do to make you feel like that. Don't speak for now, unless you must." He slid the blouse off her shoulders then carefully removed her skirt. Shanon stood in the middle of the room wearing only her underwear. Reflexively she moved to cover herself. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back roughly. His voice was measured. "Arms at your sides, pet. And keep them there unless you want to be punished." She relaxed nervously, uncovering her body. Even with no one around she felt ashamed to have been stripped down and placed on display. Shanon could feel her body responding to the exposure, to being treated like a toy. It was awful but she didn't really want to stop. He touched her shoulder and turned her around again. His eyes roamed her body with meticulous scrutiny, fingers trailing over his skin just ahead of his gaze. Shanon kept her eyes straight ahead. She wanted to prove to him, and to herself, that she would not give in to her nerves. "You really are quite pretty," he said after several minutes of silence. He dragged his hand down her neck then across her collar bone. He placed his palm over her chest. Her heart was beating wildly but she retained what composure she could. Suddenly he realized what he liked so much about her. She had to be an incredibly strong person to have searched him out and come to his house alone with no idea what was going to happen. That she had allowed him to undress her and examine her almost naked body took incredible degree of self confidence. He loved it. Shanon trusted him enough to let him toy with her and she trusted herself to know her limits. It was easy to trust her as well. Moving close to her face he whispered, "I think you really do enjoy this." Shanon nodded, recalling the order not to speak if she could help it. "Stay here for a moment. I need to go get something." He left her in the room for over ten minutes while he gathered himself up. He drummed his fingers on the counter. Finally he decided to try. When he returned to the room with the knife in hand she gasped and took a step back. "Yellow, um . . . please." He held the knife lightly in his hand and twirled it in hand until the handle was pointed at her. "What do you want to know?" "Are you going to cut me?" "It's a kitchen knife, it couldn't cut a block of Gouda. As long as you are careful to be still there's really no chance of you being hurt. I have a lot of practice with sharper ones." Shanon swallowed then hardened her expression. "You're trying to scare me off with that thing." "No." It felt less than true even as he said it. "Even if I was . . . obviously it didn't work." Shanon took a deep breath. She still had the other word to fall back on. She could say 'Red' and he would stop. But for some reason she did trust him. On another level she knew that he wanted to use the knife and she didn't want to disappoint him. He had said she could ask to stop at any time if it became too much. "Okay." Shanon closed her eyes to brace herself. "Open your eyes, pet." "Yes, sir." They snapped open. He looked into her eyes carefully. She was extremely scared. Not of him, though, just of the knife. He sat down and place it one the desk. "I need you to tell me, with absolute honesty, that you're willing to let me do this. If you're too scared of the knife I have plenty of other ways we can have fun. This isn't a challenge." Shanon took a deep breath and reminded herself she could have him stop immediately. But as much as she wanted to tell him to stop Shanon put those thoughts aside. "If it will make you happy, sir, I'm willing to try." "Thank you. Also you don't have to call me 'Sir' since we've just met." "Yes, sir." He took a breath and picked the knife up again placing the flat of the blade against her cheek. "By the way, pet, you've spoke out of turn twice now. If you can answer me with a 'Yes' then you can answer me with a nod. Remember that and do better next time." Shanon inhaled sharply. "Kneel." She sank to her knees, trembling. The blade traced lazy patterns on her back, keeping just light enough for her to feel it. Shanon stared at the carpet, unable to speak she could only think. It dawned on her that she was trembling because she had spoken without permission, the knife he held so close against her skin had almost nothing to do with it. She felt the knife lose contact with her skin. She sighed with relief. His hands gently gripped her shoulders. They moved slowly down her back and undid the clasp of her bra. He pulled it away out of sight and then, with one finger never breaking contact, he walked around in front of her. "Lie back." Shanon lay down on the carpet. Her heaving breasts pointed at the ceiling. Her breathing was heavy with anticipation and fear. He looked into her eyes, they held everything he needed to see. "What do you think your punishment should be?" "Whatever you want, sir." He pinched a nipple and she gasped. "Clever girl." He considered the answer for a moment, "Alright, I'll choose your punishment for making a mistake but as a trade off I'm not going to tell you when it's coming." Shanon shuddered at the thought of punishment but, to her relief, he put away the knife. He slowly pulled her panties off her legs and placed them neatly in the pile with her other clothing. One finger moved lightly over her slit. Shanon squirmed under his touch. This was punishment? His other hand moved to her breasts and began to tease her hardened nipples. He continued until Shanon had lost track of time almost completely. She looked him in the eye, desperation and lust mixing equally in her gaze. He knew she was trying to plead with him silently. In return he gave a tiny sadists grin. "We were talking about punishment a while ago weren't we?" He said without pausing in his ministrations. "Guess what it's going to be." "I . . . don't . . . don't know." "That's not a good enough answer for a clever girl like you. Think. What kind of punishment would I choose, pet?" "You're only going . . . going to t . . . tease me, sir." He grinned. "Say it another way and maybe I'll think about something different." Shanon gasped as he intensified his toying with her body. She cleared her head. He wanted an answer immeditely. "You're not going to let me cu . . . uu . . . um, sir." "There we go, you did put that beautifully. Maybe I should let you cum now since you did what I asked. I did promise to think about it." She whimpered, hearing his intent in his voice. "You do get it now. You are so pretty like that." He smiled wider. "I just can't spoil it by letting you release all of that energy. You understand right?" She nodded. "You're a very good little pet, Shanon." He pulled his hands away. "But you have to put your clothes on now. I'll get us something to drink. Water again?" Shanon groaned. If he'd gone just a little longer she would have been over the edge. But that wasn't what he'd wanted, he just wanted to see the look in her eyes as she realized what she wasn't going to have. Shanon's body flushed at the knowledge that she was more than happy to show him just that. "I asked if you would you like a glass of water." She nodded. He gave her a few minutes to dress while poured a glass of water for each of them. When he returned she was fully dressed but remained on the floor, kneeling subserviently. He wondered for a moment why she hadn't taken a chair to sit in then smiled wryly as it occurred to him. "Here you are." He handed her a glass. "You may take a chair." Shannon nodded and took the glass before getting up. "I just realized I never told you my name. That was very rude of me." He held out his hand. "I'm James. You know you can speak now, right?" She laughed. "I've been waiting for you to say that, sir. May I speak openly to you?" "Yes, always." "You're very cruel, sir. I really wanted to . . . " She trailed off but seeing his raised eyebrows she began again. "I really wanted to cum." "I figure this way you might come back just to find out how it could have ended. I'm sure Tom has described my love life in detail." James stared at the ice in his glass for a moment. Shaking his head James came back into reality. He scrawled a few number of a scrap of paper. "The house number." "Not your cell? I mean I'm just surprised most people never use landlines anymore." "I'm afraid I've never really found a use for a cell phone. That's the best way to reach me." As she looked at the number Shanon realized he didn't have hers. "Would you like my phone number, sir? So you can tell me when to come back." "If you're not willing to ask to come back then I should hardly pressure you about it. Take your time." "Thank you." They made small talk until James looked at the clock. "It's late. I'll see you . . . when, you come back." "Good night, sir." "Good night, pet." James stared absently down the road as she drove away. He shook his head and placed his hand against the cold glass of the window pane. Too long. Far too long. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Comments and criticisms are welcome and hoped for. Don't forget to vote :-) One Little World Ch. 02 It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imaginings. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or semi-volitional AI) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello . . ." The morning after. Tom wanted something. "Hello?" It was raining outside. Tom still wanted something. "What?" asked James. "How was last night, man?" "Very nice. Thank you, by the way." "Did ya?" "I don't understand." "Don't mess with me, man." Tom leaned on his elbows over the kitchen table. "I'm not perfect but I've never been a bad match maker. You two seemed super compatible." James stared at him blankly. "You didn't, did you?" Tom nearly fell off his chair laughing "Perfect girl. I'm conveniently out of the house. And you still won't do it. My god." "I've been told I'm too forward in the past." James bit his thumb irritably. "No, you haven't." Tom put a poured out a glass of orange juice for himself. "Did you at least get her number?" "She has mine. Ours. The house phone." It was Tom's turn to be surprised. "You had some cryptic reason for doing that bit didn't you?" James smiled. "Yeah, that way she has to ask for it." It seemed less clever in retrospect. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Tom picked it up before James was out of his chair. "Yo! Uh-huh . . . sure . . . tell me everything . . ." "Tom." He covered the receiver. "Gimme a second you're never talkative." He nodded at whatever was being said. "Okay . . . that's a bit more than I wanted to know. James, it's for you." "Thank you." Tom tossed the phone across the table to James. Not many people had a reason to call him and Tom was terribly unsubtle. "Hello, pet." "Hello, sir." "Go on." "You said I could come back, sir." "I did." "May I come back on Thursday?" "Friday." James clicked the phone off. Tom was looking at him strangely. "I'll never understand you, man." "Lucky you." James laughed "Do you intend to be here Friday?" "Yeah. Gonna be a problem?" "I have no idea." The rain outside drew to a close with a final few drops. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I should have let her come back on Thursday." "Why?" "Turns out I hate waiting." The sound of a car engine at the front of the house attracted their attention. A moment passed in relative silence. Shanon opened the door. Tom smiled widely. James started breathing again. "Hello, pet." Shanon froze. She knew Tom but had never expected to see him in a situation like the one she now found herself in. "Hello, um, and . . . hello, sir." "Very good. Tom has nowhere else to be right now, some kind of banking issue, and I thought it would be rude to make him leave. I'm sure you understand." "Yes, sir. I understand." Shanon looked nervously at her shoes. James walked over to her and raised her head up until he was looking directly into her eyes. "Smile." She bit her lip, blushing. As James began to unbutton her blouse Shanon turned a brighter shade of red. Tom laughed and turned around. When he finished with the buttons James stepped back from Shanon to admire her. She moved to take off her blouse. "I didn't say to take it off, pet," he warned softly. "Tom?" The normally extroverted man responded without turning around. "Yeah?" "You're standing in the entrance to the kitchen." "Am I?" "You are." Shanon giggled but caught herself when James glanced at her. Tom took a breath and rotated enough to make room but closed his eyes. "Have a seat, pet." James gestured to the kitchen. When she had left he walked up to Tom. "She's not in the hallway anymore so you can open your eyes." Tom opened his eyes. "Sorry, man, I was brought up to respect a lady's privacy." "Well . . . don't think of her as a lady." "Dude?" James rolled his eyes. "What I mean is just don't bother worrying about what would be appropriate. If there's a problem she'll say so." "Right." The two men entered the kitchen. "Would anyone like a drink?" asked James. "I'm good," said Tom. "Water, sir." "Coming up." James poured a glass of ice water for himself, taking a moment to look at the crystals in the ice cubes. He poured another glass of water and placed a straw in it. He handed the glass with the straw to Shanon and pulled up a seat himself. Noting Shanon's reaction he said "Don't want you making a mess, pet." Shanon nodded and sucked tentatively at the straw. It was terribly humiliating but out of the corner of her eye she could she James smiling as he looked admiringly at her. Tom muffled a laugh. "Why is she so quiet?" "My pet doesn't have permission to speak." "All part of your evil plan of course," chuckled Tom. James raised his eyebrows. Finishing his glass he gestured to Shanon. "Let's go upstairs." She stood up demurely. "I guess I'll give you two some privacy," said Tom, looking very deliberately at Shanon's eyes. Upstairs James sat down on his bed and crossed his legs. Shanon remained standing silently. "Does Tom being around make you nervous?" "Yes, sir." "Anything else?" "It's exciting, sir. But I don't want him to be here when . . ." "Don't worry about that. I'm not much of an exhibitionist, pet." Shanon nodded respectfully. "Oh, yes. Have you masturbated since last time?" She opened her mouth in silent surprise then closed it. "Sir?" "Do you not understand the question?" "No, sir. I . . . um." "Then answer it," he said standing up. "Respond quickly." Shanon's breath quickened as she watched him move toward the closet. "I haven't masturbated since the last time I was here, sir." "Why?" "I didn't think you would want me too." "Good girl." Shanon smiled at the comment. "Don't try to predict my intent again, pet. I will make my orders clear." James continued to look through his closet for a minute before standing up. "Here we are." He held a pair of nipple clamps in his hands as he turned around. "Time for a lesson now. Learn how to be quiet and how to obey quickly." Shanon took a deep breath. James adjusted the clamps for a moment. "These are uncomfortable more than painful. They should be enough to help you learn. Besides they're much worse afterward. That is always fun. Take off your shirt." She slipped her top off and placed it gently on the floor. James waited for a moment then smiled, she learned quickly. James stepped close and he kissed her hard as he unclasped her bra. The scrap of clothing fluttered to the ground. "Play with your nipples, pet. Eyes on me." Shanon obeyed slowly. Her mouth opened slightly as she toyed with herself. After a time her gaze began to waver. Her breath's came deeper. James let her continue while he enjoyed her self inflicted torment. When she seemed ready he nodded to her. "Stop." Her hands dropped instantly to her sides. "Very good, pet, very quick response. Remember, no noises unless I tell you to talk or you will regret it." Shanon nodded as he attached the clamps and slowly tightened them. She winced a bit. "Kneel." She obeyed slowly. James was right, the clamps threatened more pain than they delivered. Every movement brought another tug from them. James ran his index finger across her shoulders. "You have disappointed me. You laughed at me in front of Tom, you made assumptions about what I wanted twice, and you questioned me when I asked you a question." Shanon took a deep breath and shuddered, the clamps pulled on her nipples. She tried to nod. "Choose a punishment, pet." "I . . ." She swallowed hard and tears welled up in her eyes. "I don't know." Shanon looked up at him pleadingly. "I need you to choose for me, sir." It was an interesting choice of words and didn't escape his notice. He got down on one knee and looked directly into her eyes before nodding. He rose again. "Stand up." When she had obeyed he undid the button of her jeans for her. "Take off everything but the clamps." James rummaged though the closet again as she undressed. By the time he was done Shanon was naked and staring at the floor in a mix of expectancy and fear. He lifted her face up to his. "Smile, pet." He tied a length of rope to her ankles with a quick release knot that could be released on a moment's notice then pushed her gradually to her knees so he could tie the other end tightly to her ponytail. A blindfold slipped over her eyes to complete the set up. James stepped back and observed his handiwork. The rope would pull on Shanon's hair painfully unless she strained herself. Eventually that would become too much and she would be forced to move. She had her choice of three types of pain. Shanon quivered, unable to see, unable to predict what he would do. James ran his hands down her arms until he was holding her hands in his. He pressed Shanon's palms down onto the carpet. "How long will you be able to stay like that I wonder?" mused James as he ran a finger up and down her pussy. "I guess we'll just have to wait and find out." He looked at the clock before sitting down on his bed to read. Unable to see and with no sound her but the intermittent cheering of fans at some event on the TV downstairs Shanon found she was forced to focus on the sensations assailing her body. The clamps were a dull ache now but the pain in her hair was unremitting. Yet it felt cathartic, a physical manifestation of her forgiveness. She gritted her teeth to the pain and focused on the knowledge that she was being absolved of her mistakes. Twenty minutes later James put down the book. A thin sheen of sweat covered her. The clamps jiggled a bit every few moments as she struggled and her muscles fatigued. In twenty minutes she hadn't made the slightest noise. Amazing. She moved over to silently and watched more closely. Shanon was held by some rapturous pain as much as by the bindings. "Would you like to be set free?" he asked. She nodded once then jerked a few times in pain from having pulled her own hair tighter than she should have. "You remembered to stay quiet for me, pet. That's good." He ran a hand along chin and up over her lips. "I think you've learned your lesson very well." Shanon heaved a sight of relief. James untied the knots around her ankles and ponytail. The blindfold remained on. "This will hurt, since you did well today you have permission to make noise for a moment." Shanon nodded. The clips came off and feeling rushed back to her nipples. Pain followed moments after. "Ohmygod!" She gasped out a few more incoherent words. "Oh . . . ohmy . . . ow . . ." He pulled her closer to him and stroked her breasts until the pain passed and she relaxed. James kissed her softly on the lips. He untied the blindfold so she could see him. "Alright, little one, you have been forgiven. Is there anything you would like to do?" "Oh, sir. Plu . . . please. I want you to . . ." She hugged him tightly. He took a deep breath and chose his words carefully. "Shanon, I need you to finish that sentence." She looked up at him, surprised to hear him use her name. He met her gaze for only a second before turning away from her. "I want you to take me, sir," she said encouragingly. "Without teasing me or driving me crazy. I just need the . . ." She pressed against him. "I like the feeling of us together, sir. Please." "Pet . . . that's . . . probably the corniest thing I've ever heard." They laughed together. James smiled down at her. "Are you on the pill Shanon?" "For a very long time, sir." "Good. Lie back now." James left her on the floor while he undressed. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed smoothly inside. Shanon moaned at the sensation. James smiled at his lover, his pet, as he slowly moved himself in and out. Her cries urged him to move faster, deeper, harder but he kept his pace. Shanon felt herself building towards orgasm, his slow strokes always making it seem so far away. But soon she found herself lost in the motions and an orgasm nearly upon her. James sensed it too. "Pet?" "Yes . . . sir?" she gasped "You do know you still need my permission right?" "Uh . . . uh. Yes." "Good," he cooed, "tell me when you don't feel like you can hold back." Her response was nearly incomprehensible. A minute later her eyes flew open. "Please. Oh . . . oh please may I cum, sir?" James smiled. "Yes you may. Cum for me, pet." Shanon cried out. For an instant that single feeling consumed her entire world. James joined her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shanon had fallen asleep in her lovers arms. He extricated himself gently and went to the dresser. Shanon rolled over groping groggily for James. "Good morning, pet," he said. "Morning, sir?" "Joking. It's five thirty." James dodged a pillow as he sat back down. "Sit up." He sat down behind her as she obeyed. He removed the hair tie of her ponytail and began to comb her hair. "How are you feeling, pet?" "I feel wonderful, sir." He continued brushing silently. "I don't suppose you have a change of clothing." "No, sir," she said nervously,"I planned to wear what I had on when I arrived." "Uh-huh." He finished brushing her hair and put it deftly back into a ponytail. James walked over to the pile of her clothes and picked them up one by one, humming softly. He picked up her panties. "These seem to have been effected by the show from earlier. I'm sure you wouldn't want to wear them, too embarrassing if anyone noticed." He smiled wickedly and Shanon's heart fluttered. "The bra is clearly part of a set with the panties, nice touch, so it would be ridiculous to wear it without them. Tell you what, I'll keep these for you. Pick them up next time." Shanon nodded numbly. James laughed and handed her the rest of her clothing. "Remember, pet, smile." He stood on the door step as she when she left. When her car was out of sight James walked into the living room and slumped into a chair. "She looked . . . happy?" guessed Tom. "Second date. You're a modern guy she's a modern woman. I still insist on details." James closed his eyes. "What's on?" "Football." "It's loud." "Sports are like that. You okay?" James let out a breath long breath. "No just . . . smile." ---------------------------------- Comment's and criticism are welcome and hoped for. It has occurred to me that I'm probably making up some things as I go. Please bear with me. One Little World Ch. 03 This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch2, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imaginings. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or unstoppable golem recently unleashed upon the world) is no more than a startling coincidence. "Hello . . ." James hated soap operas, they kept the camera too close. "Mr. Garaz?" Garaz was dead. The killer was obvious. James still hated soap operas. He stared at the remote and tried to press the off button. He heard the door open. Tom was home. "Hey, man. What're you doing?" "Thinking." "Course you are. Then again I've seen that look before." Tom took the remote out of his housemate's hand and clicked off the TV. "You only get stuck like that when you can't pick one thing to think about. Susan called didn't she?" James stared at the blank screen. "She agreed to come over during the holiday. Tom, what do I tell her when . . ." "When she comes over?" "No. When it gets to the point where she has to ask. The point where it clearly isn't worth it for her. What do I say?" "Same thing ya told me. 'Just because.' It was good enough for me. I think it'll carry a bit more weight with Shanon." "I can't make her stay." "Oh, James, I saw the way she looked at you. I might have had my eyes closed at first but just sitting in the kitchen with the two of you for a bit told me enough to know that's not true." James looked up, "I won't make her stay." "I'm sure you won't. In fact I'm sure you'll try to convince her to leave. But she'll stay anyway." "Don't be ridiculous." Tom sat down and looked at his friend, "James, why do you think I stayed?" James chuckled. "What are our knives made of, Tom?" "Stainless steel." "Wonderful." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MONDAY "Hello, sir." "Hello, pet." "Are you sure you're willing to do this?" "There's nothing I would enjoy more than a few days with you, sir." James smiled. "Good. Tom has plans over the holiday by the way, pet. You can leave your things in his room. Let's see now . . . I suppose we should eat. Just take your shoes off first." "Of course." He made a grandiose gesture toward the kitchen. The table was set meticulously in an odd symmetry. James had made spaghetti, it didn't seem to quite fit with the rest of the setting but no comment was forthcoming. "Parmesan Cheese?" "No. Thank you for offering, sir." Shanon couldn't help noticing how quickly her lover ate. It didn't seem rushed, just excessively efficient. He finished long before she did but let her keep eating. He stared at his glass for a long time. The ice was largely melted. "Sir?" He looked up. Shanon was looking at him with concern. "Are you all right? You've been like that for ten minutes." "Oh." He stood up and began to clear. "Shouldn't I do that, sir?" "No." "W-" "That's just the way I grew up, pet." She apologized and dropped her head, crestfallen, but when he put a plate of fruit at her place he whispered in her ear. "Smile." "May I ask you a question, sir?" "I suppose." "Why do you always say that? Smile." He put down his fork. "If I tried to explain I would end up rambling on for hours and I don't feel like punishing you right now, pet." She giggled and they finished the dessert without further interruption. When he finished clearing the plates James had Shanon stand up. He unbuttoned her jeans and had her take them off before they went into the living room. "Sit down, pet." Shanon knelt on the carpet. "Well, I meant in a chair. But that will be fine." Shanon turned bright read. "Did you bring a change of clothes?" "Yes, sir. Several." "Fantastic. Stay as you are and close your eyes." Shanon closed her eyes and waited. Her breathing deepened. It was like being blindfolded again, she knew there was no way she would let herself open her eyes even though she could. James watched her pensively, he knew there was no way he could avoid the issue. But right now that didn't matter it was time to have a bit of fun. He went into the kitchen and took out a prepared knife. Compulsively he ran the blade across his hand, no blood. James let her wait a few minutes longer before going back in. He ran the spine of the knife across her shoulders before getting down to eye level with her. Holding the knife just in front of her he said "Open your eyes, pet." She gasped and her arms twitched. "Now, now. No moving without my say so when there's a knife around. Don't want anybody getting hurt." Shanon nodded slightly. "You're scared of the knife aren't you, pet?" She nodded again. "But not too scared?" Another nod. "Good girl, that's the idea." He stood up, "I enjoy using knives. Clearly you don't. But we're going to do what I want to do, then we'll see about you." James sat down on the couch. "Convince me to get started." Shanon's eyes open wider. He was asking her to beg for something she didn't want. Her mind raced. How could she convince him? An idea struck her quite suddenly and rubbed her legs together at the thought. "None of that, pet." Shanon stopped immediately. She looked up at him and crawled forward but he ignored her and tested the balance of the knife. Pouting she reached his leg brushed up against it. James put down the knife and patted her on the head. It was the first touch he had given her since the last time she had been over and instantly left her soaking. Getting more into the role, she nuzzled his leg. He shooed her away but she sat down and looked at him with puppy eyes. James smiled and patted the seat of the couch next to him. Shanon climbed up, looking up at him expectantly, then at the knife, then back at James. "You want that?" She nodded. "Really? A little puppy shouldn't be around dangerous things like that." She pouted and moved closer. He sighed. Shanon's eyes brightened, it dawned on her that, if only for a moment, she really did want him to use the knife. He patted her on the head again as he picked up the knife. "Now, if you're going to be crawling all over the place like a little puppy you can't be wearing clothes. It would just be . . . weird." He unbuttoned her blouse and lay it on the table. The sharp knife slipped under one of the shoulder straps of her bra. With a quick motion the fabric gave way. A few more cuts and the bra fell onto the couch. James let Shanon sit for a while, naked except for her panties, and admired her. He cocked his head to the side "I wonder if my puppy knows any tricks." Shanon wiggled playfully and James laughed. "I guess so. Come here, pet." She climbed down and crawled over to him. "Good girl." She smiled and he ran the blade across her back. "Roll over." Shanon rolled onto her back. James sat down next to her and placed the tip of the knife between her breasts. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Eyes open," Shanon swallowed hard, "Smile." He ran the tip down her chest, down her stomach and . . . "Yellow." "Yes?" "I . . . um . . ." "Something is worrying you." "I'm afraid of it going down there." "How afraid?" She bit her lip and turned away. "Alright then, pet." He put the knife on the table and gently pulled down her panties. "Hands and knees. Eyes closed." James went back into the kitchen and took a few ice cubes out of the kitchen. He ran the blade across the ice a few times, the cold would make it seem much sharper. Placing a few more ice cubes in a cup he returned to the living room. He ran the the icy knife along her spine. Shanon shuddered but didn't move. James pushed a finger into her soaking pussy and toyed with her. She panted. Taking his finger out he said "On your back now, pet." James traced patterns on her stomach with the knife, enjoying the expression on her face. He swirled the knife around her breast a few times before putting it down, she was going to be moving around quite a bit now. He placed a finger on her nose and slowly brought it down across her lips, her neck. He stopped for a while at her breasts to tease her nipples. She moaned unintentionally when he stopped. "Quiet." He began to rub her pussy gently, letting a finger slide in slightly every now and then. He watched her carefully as his fingers moved toward her clit. Shanon's breathing quickened. "Remember, pet. You have to hold on until you get permission." She moaned in frustration but held back. Just as she felt herself beginning to lose control his hand vanished. She wiggled in an attempt to get him to start again. "I don't think so, pet. we do have a lot of time." James stood up. "Eyes open. Sit up." She opened her eyes and eased back until she was sitting "One last thing. I might be making you wait, but that doesn't mean I have to does it?" Shanon gave a tiny smile, in the end all guys were the same. She crawled over to him and unzipped his jeans. With a coy smile she took him into her mouth. James stroked her hair as she sucked, licked and moaned around his manhood. He held out for a long time, enjoying her work. "You will swallow by the way." She nodded awkwardly to avoid stopping. Patted her head and groaned. She took almost everything, but a few drops fell to the carpet. She licked them up eagerly. "Good girl. You can talk now, pet." "Thank you, sir." "Having a good time?" "Very much, sir." "Liked being my naughty little puppy, did you?" Shanon flushed with embarrassment. James offered her a hand and helped her to pick herself up. "Maybe you should take a shower." "Yes, sir. I think that would be a good idea." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - LATER Shanon stepped out of the shower. "Hello, pet." She jumped. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." "Yes you did." she accused playfully "Maybe." James grinned, "It's not quite late enough to go to sleep. Shall we talk for a bit?" "Sure." "I give you a minute to get dressed." "I'm fine like this, sir." "No 'sir' right now. I just want to talk." "OK. I'm fine like this, James." He rolled his eyes and headed down stairs. "At least wear the towel. Tom wouldn't appreciate the furniture getting wet." James sat down on the couch and waited. Shanon arrived in the living room a minute later. "I suppose I should ask you something about yourself." he mused "What would you like to know?" "I have no idea. I'm terrible at small talk." She laughed. "Then I'll start. I'm a freelance graphic designer." "Sounds like fun." "It is. I've loved artwork ever since I can remember. I started painting in primary school, I work with computers for the most part now. Actually art is part of the reason I ended up here." "Do go on." "I was hired to arrange a photo sets for a porn site. I had to go over the pictures in detail and . . . well by the time I was done I really wanted to find out more about what I was advertising." James laughed. "Oh, come on who wouldn't? Anyway, I eventually work up the nerve to ask Tom for advice and he said I'd be perfect for you." "It seems he's quite the clever matchmaker." "Why do you say that?" "He told me I'd be perfect for you." They talked for over an hour until James pointed out the time. "Good night, pet." "G- . . . sir?" "Yes?" "May I sleep with you?" He smiled and opened the door to his room. ------------------------------------------- Comment's and criticism are welcome and hoped for. And don't forget to vote. One Little World Ch. 04 This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch3, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imaginings. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or strange entity beyond time itself) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello-" James cut off the alarm clock before the morning news could begin. He rolled over to look at Shanon. She was curled up next to him, still asleep, so he reached over and straightened her out. She sighed but didn't wake up. He reached over and drew his finger gently across her collar bone. James traced down to the middle of her chest and then up the side of her left breast. "Too early . . ." she murmured "Maybe you're forgetting who the boss is, pet. Unless you don't want anything but teasing for the rest of the week." Shanon whimpered. "That's what I thought. Now take your teasing like a good girl." He pinched one nipple hard, causing her to gasp and wake up fully. "There we go. Good morning, pet." "Good morning, sir." "Quiet now, still a while before breakfast." Shanon nodded. "Smile." He stroked her breasts a while longer before moving one hand lower to tease her clit. Her eyes closed tightly in a desperate attempt to hold back. "Eyes open." She shook her head. James frowned and twisted a nipple. "Open your eyes, pet." She looked at him pleadingly as he continued his ministrations, hesitant even to blink. James' fingers moved everywhere at once in perfect synchronization. Kneading her breasts, tickling her stomach, tracing meaningless patterns on her face. Time ticked by. Time slowly lost meaning to Shanon and her body was on fire with need by the time he was done. "You directly attempted to defy me." James said severely as he dressed, "I'm not a mean person Shanon but I will not tolerate any behavior like that." Shanon withered. Her fear of punishment and even his knives paled in comparison to her shame at disobeying her master. "On the carpet, kneel. You will take your punishment alone while I prepare breakfast." Shanon crawled off the bed and knelt on the ground in front of him. James walked over to his closet and carefully took out supplies. He tied her tightly in place and blindfolded her, the ropes pushed cruelly on her nipples and pussy. James watched her for a while before leaving her alone with her pain and humiliation. Shanon wanted to scream. It wasn't intentional she just reacted. But he wouldn't care, she knew for certain that losing control wasn't an excuse he would accept. She look in his eyes and the tone of his disapproval were enough to tear her apart in side. The tight ropes cut into Shanon and she let her release itself through them. He would see that she could take the penalty he deemed appropriate. It seemed like an eternity before she heard the door open again. James watched her for a while. He figured that by now the pain would be much more than Shanon had ever felt before. But she had yet to cry out or struggle against the ropes. James couldn't help but admire her strength. "Time to eat," he said softly. As James released her bindings Shanon winced. He removed the blindfold and looked at her. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Analytically, James new that she would never have let herself cry from pain, there was only one reason she could be crying now. "You have served your penance, pet. The mistake is forgiven." He reached down wiped the tears from her face. "Smile." The tears abated and she crawled over to James feet rubbing against his feet in search of comfort. "We should eat, pet." Shanon nodded. James lead her downstairs to the kitchen. "Cereal? Toast? You can make bacon if you like. Actually, on second thought, make bacon." "Of course, sir. Cereal sounds wonderful." They set about making breakfast. When Shanon went to set out the plates she realized no place had been set for her yet. "Sir, there's only one place mat out." "Just noticed did you?" he asked with barely disguised mirth "Um . . . yes, sir. Sorry for questioning you, sir." James ignored her. "Look down." She did and saw a dog-bowl at her feet. "Since you so enjoyed being a puppy last night it seemed appropriate." Shanon got down in front of the bowl on her hands and knees gleefully. "Good girl." James patted her on the head as he poured the cereal into her bowl. Shanon panted gratefully. He laughed and began his breakfast. The bacon was very good and he fed her a few pieces. Shanon had a great deal of trouble eating without any hands and her embarrassment did nothing to help. When James finished his breakfast he moved over to his pet. He stroked her ass a few times before moving his fingers to her dripping cunt, "Enjoying this are you?" Shanon paused as he began but, having received no signal to stop eating, allowed him to toy with her silently as she ate. After a time James' diddling worked her into a frenzy that made eating impossible. He laughed at her predicament but moved his hands to her breasts so she could finish. After Shanon finished her cereal James wiped her face off with a washcloth and lead her into the living room. James reclined on the couch with his puppy at his feet. "Wondering what we're going to do today, pet?" Shanon crawled up to him and rested her chin on his knee. "Still want to be a puppy do you? You can speak to answer questions for now." "Yes, sir. I- I don't know why but I really like it." James grinned at her devilishly. "I think you do know why." Shanon lowered her eyes. "Well . . ." "Eyes up pet. Explain why you like being my puppy." "Yes, sir." She looked back up at him. "It makes me feel safe to know that you're taking care of me. And I feel much more free as your puppy, you tell me to do something and I don't have to worry about what people would think about it. It's . . . um, easier to be a little bit naughty and take a few risks as your puppy, sir" He raised an eyebrow "Go on, pet." Shanon swallowed "It gets me wet being under your control, sir. I . . . I really do enjoy serving you and making you happy. Even eating from the doggy bowl was wonderful. The humiliation of being treated like that is . . . arousing, but I really don't know why, sir." "Never mind that particular why, my little puppy." She blushed, "Do I have permission to ask an impertinent question, sir?" "When you have permission to speak you may ask me whatever you like. That doesn't mean I'll always give you an answer though and, depending on exactly what you mean by impertinent, you may face some penalty. Choose your words carefully," James gave a tiny sadistic smile but his eyes betrayed him "I understand, sir. I told you why I like being your pet, so, why do you like being my Master?" "Because I fell in love with you that first day and I don't know a better way of taking care of you, pet. Besides it's a lot of fun." Shanon beamed up at James and he caressed her hairline. "Mainly though, it's because I don't like guessing about things. I prefer to have certain types of absolutes in me life. When I tell my puppy to do something, she does it. When my puppy makes a mistake she pays a price for it and it is done with. No equivocation, no guessing. I like certainty and as your master I have a level of certainty in part of my life." He sighed and stared into her eyes. "Pet. Shanon, take a seat. I need to tell you something." Shanon looked at him curiously but stood up and sat in a chair. James took a deep breath "Shanon I . . . I. Shanon. It's not easy for me to say this and I've been trying to avoid the subject. But now seems like a good time. I . . . um." He bit his thumb and stared at the floor. "Shanon I can't . . ." "Sir?" "I . . ." "Let me help you. Please." She went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of ice. She handed it to him before kneeling at his feet. "This isn't fair to you Shanon. I can't tell you something like this while you're submitting to me." "It doesn't seem like you can say it at all if I'm not, sir. Your little puppy won't judge you for anything you have to say." James stared at ice. "Thank you, pet." His vision didn't waver from the ice. "I can't leave the house." "Why?" "Because I . . . The short version is: I a few years ago I had a breakdown. After I recovered I found that I just couldn't leave." Shanon hugged his knees. "Is that why you wanted a pet, sir?" "No," he grimaced, "that's been something I wanted to do for a long time, it simply never became practical before I met you. The breakdown didn't really change me. I did recover pretty much everything. No clichés about compensating for losing control over part of my life. Nothing so poetic. I just . . . I just . . ." Shanon hugged him more tightly. "Thank you, pet. But still, go out on the porch and think about this." "B-" "Do it." "Yes, sir." Shanon went out to the porch. From inside James watched her sit down. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream and shout. He wanted never to have mentioned it. He wanted to grab her and force her never to leave. He wanted to do all kinds of things. But he couldn't. She had to know and had to choose on her own, as Shanon not as his pet, or it meant nothing. He could live inside one tiny little world but nothing would drive him to make someone share it, even if only occasionally. Even putting an ad in the paper to find someone who could run errands for him had torn him up inside. If anyone but Tom had responded James still wasn't sur what he would have done. Shanon sat on the porch, thinking. Could she do it? There were certainly other people out there who could understand her, admire her and respect her just as much as James did without being locked inside a house. Could she do it? It would be better for both of them. She might slip up and ask him out to dinner or to a movie. Could she really do it? Really commit to James? Yes. Shanon didn't care what his world was like. She was going to share it with him, make it brighter, happier, anything. It took Shanon half an hour before she felt up to facing him. She opened the door and stepped in quietly. James looked up, "Have you made a decision, Shanon?" She hugged him tightly. James hugged her in return. When they finally released he took her hands in his. "Let's go back to the living room, shall we?" "Woof, sir." They laughed together. In the living room he lay her down on the carpet. As he undressed James looked over at her "You should know. Just because you agreed to stay doesn't mean you get to cum just yet." Shanon whined playfully. "No arguments, pet. I don't have to let you cum at all." She bit her lip and relaxed. "I knew that would get you. Face the wall, hands and knees, ass up. If your going to be a puppy I might as well take you like one too." Shanon had no time to process what he meant by the comment before his manhood slammed into her hard, a far cry from their first gentle lovemaking. The quickness rushed Shanon toward an uncontrollable desire to let go but a fear of failing her master held her back. Just as she felt herself start to lose control James gripped her pony tail and dragged her back to reality. His orgasm nearly took Shanon over the edge despite his grip on her hair. When he was done James turned her over. Tears appeared at the edge of her eyes from her frustration. "Now now, pet. That won't work on me." He brushed the tears from her face and she shuddered at his touch. "Pretty soon you'll be begging for release." Shanon's eyes brightened, she knew how to beg. She sat up with her tongue hanging out. James laughed, she looked just like a puppy waiting for a treat. "You're just going through the motions right now, pet. When I'm done with you there won't be a single other thought in your mind." Shanon moaned and brushed up against him. "Is there something my puppy wants?" She nodded. "Let's see if you can tell me what it is." Shanon sat back and reached up with her mouth. "You want to clean me, pet? I suppose there's no reason for me to object to that." She smiled and swallowed his member. She ran her tongue all around it and sucked off the mix of her own juices and his semen. James watched her savor the taste. "I have a present for you, pet. Stay here for a bit. Eyes closed." Shanon closed her eyes and waited expectantly. "Lean forward." She did and felt something push at her sphincter. It slid in slowly even with the lubricant until it finally settled in. "Eyes open." She opened her eyes and looked behind her to see her present. It was a tail, attached to a butt plug. Shanon loved it. She wiggled her ass, partly to feel the plug move around and partly to see if she could wag her tail at all. "You may speak now, pet." "Thank you very much, sir. May I ask how you got that without leaving the house?" "Nope," he ran his hands across her back, "Did I ever tell you what I do professionally, pet?" "No, sir. It didn't come up." "I sell flowers." James looked deeply into her eyes, "Have you by any chance heard of floriography?" "No, sir." "It was originally a way of sending messages in flower arrangements. That's where the idea of a red rose symbolizing love comes from. There are a lot of flowers though and there are a lot more things one can with them than love. For example, have you ever heard the phrase in 'you'll rue the day that you crossed so-and-so?,' pet?" "Yes, sir. I love fantasy stories." James smiled, "There is a flower named rue. In floriography is symbolizes regret. There is also a symbol for submission in floriography." Shanon felt herself growing wet. "Unfortunately that symbol is grass, of all things. However, there is one flower I would like to give you. Assuming you will accept it." Shanon found herself unable to speak. James picked a small purple flower from a vase on the table. "Heliotropium arborescens," he quoted, "The common heliotrope. It is the symbol of devotion." Shanon's eyes sparkled, "Sir . . ." "Let your hair down, pet." She removed the hair tie from her ponytail and bowed her head to let him weave the flower into her hair. When he was done she looked up at him with a broad smile. They spent the rest of the day as puppy and master. Shanon took lunch in the dog bowl, much to her delight. ------------------------------------ Comments and criticism are welcome and hoped for. I apologize for the melodrama in this bit. Didn't seem to be any way around it without rewriting James' character. In case anyone is curious the information about floriography is accurate to the best of my knowledge (read: I remembered floriography from when I was a kid and spent twenty minutes Googling it) Don't forget to vote. One Little World Ch. 05 This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch4, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imaginings. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or abstract entity) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello . . ." The word shook Shanon out of a dream. "Hello sleepy." "Good morning, sir." "Think your going to get what you've been waiting for today?" "I hope so, sir." "So do I, pet," James said with a devious grin, "I've put out clothes for you. One other thing." He swung Shanon's tail in front of her face. She stared at it, almost hypnotized. "My little puppy is getting desperate isn't she?" "Y- yes, sir." Shanon felt her heart rate increase, her eyes never left the tail. James watched her curiously. "But there's something more isn't there?" Shanon tore her eyes away from the tail. She didn't want to say it. But she would, they both knew she would. She burned with shame at the thought. But maybe she could hold onto some dignity. "You want something more than having the tail in you," James leaned in close, "Tell me what it is." Her thoughts of resistance shattered. Dignity was nothing in comparison to obedience, "I want to be owned again, sir." "Beg for it," he moved closer. She couldn't. It was degrading, it was humiliating. She wouldn't do it. James waited for her to respond. The seconds ticked by. In the end it was his eyes that broke her. "Please own me, sir. Your desperate little puppy needs you to own her again." James reached down and felt the slickness of her cunt. He gave Shanon a soft kiss. "Good girl. Smile, pet. You'll get your tail after breakfast." She lowered her eyes and gave a coy smile. "Cereal again?" "Yes, sir." "I'll set your bowl out, pet." Shanon stared after James as he walked out. She shook herself out of her haze and went to examine the clothing James had chosen for her. A tight blouse, short skirt . . . no underwear though. At breakfast Shanon ate appreciatively from her bowl. James gave her a few scraps from his plate and then watched her finish. Far from appeasing her appetite the scraps from James' plate let her know just made her hungry and humiliated, she couldn't wait to get started. Shanon pushed her face into the bowl to get at the last bits of her food but James pulled her head back. "Greedy little puppy aren't you?" he joked "Yes, sir." "Let's begin, pet." She crawled after him into the living room. "Sit." She sat down at his feet, "Play with yourself, pet." "Suh-" She caught herself and nodded. Shanon hiked up her skirt and began to stroke herself slowly. "Not like that pet. Really get going or you get nothing." Shanon whimpered at the thought of being further denied. Her fingers quickened their pace. Soon she started to fuck herself in earnest. "Tell me what you want, pet." "Want to . . . I want to cum, sir." He gave no answer but motioned for her to turn around. Once her back faced him, James carefully unbuttoned her blouse and started to tease her nipples. "Tell me what you want, pet." "Cum. Sir . . . please." "Not yet, little one. Get those fingers in harder." Shanon gasped as she obeyed. "Good girl." James circled her a few times, then sat down at looked straight into her glazed eyes. He brushed a few strands of hair from her face. "Tell me what you want, pet." "I waaaant t- to . . . cum, sir." He shook his head, "Tell me what you want, pet." "I want . . . want . . ." What did she want? The answer struck her suddenly. James gave a tiny smile as he watched emotions play across her face. The answer he was looking for was somewhat cruel, dehumanizing even. He read her expressions: frustration, confusion, realization, anger, struggle. Shanon was pushing herself. He was patient while she fought between independence and obedience. James watched the wall crumble. "Tell me what you want, pet." "Permission, sir. I waaant you t- to tell me to c- c- cum." "Good girl. Very good girl. Hold on for just a bit longer." Shanon nodded mutely. James retrieved her tail and lubed it quickly before pushing it slowly into her. Shanon held back tears as James toyed heartlessly with her clit. "Don't give in just yet. Understand?" Shanon bit her lip and tried to express her understanding. James stroked her back for a moment, then ran his fingers through her hair. He looked deeply into her eyes and gave a tiny smile. "I want you know that you're being a good girl. This makes me very happy" He watched her nod, "Okay, one last time. Tell me what you want, pet." "Puh . . . per . . m- mission," She choked out. James leaned in close and whispered, "Cum for me, pet." Shanon's world exploded. James held her tightly and caught her scream in his mouth. "Such a good girl," James lay her out on the carpet as she started to come back down, "Smile." "T- thank you, sir." Shanon said though a post-orgasmic haze. James laughed, "Don't thank me just yet. You still have to clean up this mess, pet." She mewled at him. "Really, pet, I just let you have an orgasm and you won't even clean up? Maybe I'll take that tail away . . ." Even through Shanon's cloudy mind the threat struck home. She shook her head vigorously. James thrust two fingers inside of her and brought Shanon's juices to her mouth. He smiled as she sucked on his fingers, savoring the taste. "Better get stated cleaning, pet. I'll get you a glass of water. But if you're not cleaning your mess up when I get back you will be punished." Shanon pulled herself to her hands and knees so that she could lick her juices off the carpet. James watched her for a while before coughing politely to get her attention. "Looks like you're really into that, pet. Water?" he asked, handing he the glass Shanon accepted it gratefully, "Thank you, sir." "What have you learned today?" "That you can make me hold out against orgasm for a very very long time, sir?" "Exactly. And now that I have that little piece of information I can play my favorite game all the longer." He grinned at her, "But maybe not just now." Shanon sighed with relief, "Thank you, sir. Why?" "It wouldn't be safe for you to drive. Without Tom I seem to have forgotten to restock various things," He picked a heliotrope from the vase and took off her hair tie. As he wove the flower into her hair he continued, "so you are going to drive down to the store and pick up some groceries. I'm sure nobody will know what the flower means, though you never know. Also, you might want to tidy yourself up first, pet." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - James rapped his fingers on the counter. Shanon had left just a few minutes ago but he was already impatient for her to return. He took out a knife and began sharpening it to distract himself. An hour later he heard Shanon's car pull into the driveway. He put the knife back into the holder and opened the door for her. "Hope the traffic wasn't too bad." "It was fine, sir." "Good," He took one of the bags. They walked into the kitchen and put away the groceries. Shanon noticed that, among other things, James had a very eclectic taste in food. "So does Tom know how to cook, sir?" He laughed, "Yeah, I've never found anything he doesn't know how to make." Shanon smiled, imagining James pouring over cook books for hours on end. He interrupted her train of thought, "Did anybody comment on the flower, pet?" "Yes, sir. A woman at the store thought it was quite pretty." James decided to probe deeper. He came up behind Shanon and placed his hands on her shoulders, "How did you react?" "I nearly wet myself, sir. I thought she knew what it meant and that I had my tail in and . . . uh" "Finish that sentence." Commanded James. "Yes, sir. I was ashamed and scared, sir." "Really?" "I'm sorry, sir." "I'm merely curious. How did being ashamed and scared feel, pet?" "Um . . . I . . ." James gripped Shanon's hair and bent her over the counter. He forced her head down until her cheek pressed against the cold surface. She trembled under his grip. "My rules are not complicated," he hissed in her ear, "Answer. Now." "I . . . l- loved it, sir." "You're lying." His grip tightened and Shanon nearly cried out. "I didn't really like, sir. B- but it was exciting. I f- felt n- naughty but I w- wasn't really in danger." "So why didn't you say that you loved it?" "B- because I thought it would d- disappoint y- you, s- s- sir." "I've already told you not to lie to me. And I've told you not to make assumptions about what I would want." James reached down, feeling the warmth of her body, "Oh, but it seems you're enjoying this aren't you?" "Please, sir, I-" "Quiet. You hesitated in giving me an answer. You made assumptions about what I wanted. And you out right lied to me." Each sentence struck Shanon like a physical blow. "So now we're going to play a little game, pet. It's very simple really. You simply have to disobey me for a while. I think I'm being pretty lenient in not tying you up," he lied, "considering how much you hate pain and seem to just love not following orders." James knew that hearing his orders but having to consciously choose not to follow them would be torture for Shanon. He took a deep, breath this would be more than a simple punishment, he needed to prove something to himself. As James released his grip Shanon she stayed perfectly still. No order had come for her to move yet. "Stand up straight," James struck the counter next to Shanon's face and she nearly jumped, "The game begins when you sit down on the porch." Shanon nodded and walked toward the door. When she reached it she turned to look back. He said nothing. With a deep breath she opened the door and sat down on a chair, eyes forward. James walked to the entrance way and looked at her. "Come inside, pet." "N- no." "That is an order. You will come back inside now." "I . . ." James hardened his voice, "Come inside." Shanon stared at the street and said nothing. She gripped the arms of the chair, fighting an overwhelming desire to throw herself at his feet and beg to be tied up or beaten. Anything but have to disobey. James continued to ask her gently to return. Every time he spoke her heart leapt a little and her muscles twitched, wanting to give in, wanting to let herself be his good puppy again. But that was the punishment, she couldn't, not until she learned the lesson. "You will do it. Now!" "No . . ." Shanon whispered the defiance at nothing in particular. She couldn't bring herself to say it to him. Tears rolled down her cheeks. In some far recess of her mind Shanon realized that he wasn't simply punishing her for her actions. It took a moment before she understood. The understanding hardened her resolve to take the punishment. There was something he needed to do. "Come inside. "N- no. You'll have to come and get me, sir." A long moment passed between them in silence. It stretched out into an eternity. Without warning a strong hand jerked Shanon's ponytail, forcing her to look up. She swallowed hard, "Smile, sir." James released her hair and sat down heavily. "Thank you, pet." "You're welcome, sir. I . . ." "Don't worry, pet. You took your punishment well and your error is forgiven. And you have also done a great service for me." "Thank you, sir." James let out a long sigh. It was a beautiful day. He was on the porch and Shanon was there with him. A first step. That was all. He knew the edge of the porch was still a nearly physical barrier, James could almost see point where his world ended and everything else began. Shanon wrapped her arms around his legs. For a moment the edge vanished. ------------------------------ Comment's and criticism are welcome and hoped for. Don't forget to vote. One Little World Ch. 06 This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch5, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or major semantic problem) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello . . ." It was Tom. "Dude?" Shanon had left in the morning to take care of a heavy work load. "James, where are you?" James stared at the glass in his hand, "On the porch, Tom." He stuck his head out onto the porch. "Well . . . now we just have to wait for the horsemen." "The horsemen are purely symbolic," quipped James. "I suppose you're trying to comfort me by showing that you're still incredibly anal." "Yeah . . . you know Tom, you always said a pet would be good for me." Tom cracked a smile, "I meant like a puppy or something, man." James's face remained somber, "Does it bother you?" "You and Shanon? A little. But it seems like you both have plenty of fun. Why would I care about your sex life?" They sat in silence for a while. A jogger waved at them. James tensed, "What do I do?" "You wave back, James." "What if she's waving at you and not me?" "Who cares?" James raised his hand with a smile and waved at the woman. "Was that really so hard, man?" "Yes," he looked at the glass again and frowned. "James?" "Wuh? Yeah?" "You're a completely different person when Shanon is around." "I know." "You were a completely different person just now." "Yeah." "And you were a completely different person when you first met me." "I know." "Who are you really?" James considered the question. He stood up and walked to the railing. He turned his glass, letting the water and ice fall to the ground. He took the glass with him as he walked inside. "Hey!" Tom turned to look after him. "Dude, what the hell does that mean?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Hello, pet." James stood on the porch smiling as Shanon stepped out of the car and rushed up the steps. "Hello, sir." "You're going to get an education today, pet." James grinned like the devil. Shanon nodded. She could feel herself warming from gaze alone, her nipples pressed against her shirt. He placed a hand on her chest and bent down to look into her eyes. Shanon felt as though he could see her soul and she knew he could feel her heart racing. "Time to get started." She nodded and waited for him to release her from his eyes. James didn't blink for nearly a minute. When he did, he moved his hand away and Shanon nearly collapsed. "Into the living room." Shanon moved silently to the living room and stood in place. James left her there for a while before walking in. "Tut, tut, tut. You seem to be over dressed, pet." He took a long time removing her clothing, piece by piece. Gentle motions guided her arms and legs where James wanted them to be from moment to moment. Shanon felt totally helpless. James loved it, she trusted him enough not to resist in the slightest. He posed her in accordance with whatever frivolous whims took him from moment to moment. James took a long time to undress her. When he was done James placed her in the middle of the room with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. Her breasts pushed out as if putting them on display. Shanon could feel her body dripping with excitement. James left her in place while he pretended to inspect her. Finally he held up Shanon's tail inches from her face, "Want this?" She nodded desperately, ready to do nearly anything to get her tail. "What do you think will get me to let you have your tail? You do have permission to guess what I would like for the moment." Shanon dropped to her knees and yipped. "But you get off on that, pet." he swung the tail over Shanon's head watching her eyes follow it, "There must be something . . ." Shanon leapt at him, unzipping his pants in a frenzy. She swallowed his manhood in one smooth motion. "No gag reflex. What has my puppy been doing with her free time?" teased James. Shanon's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Shanon put into effect everything she knew from past boyfriends, advice from 'adventurous' girls and stories she had read online. Despite his best efforts, James' resolve to hold out fell apart in almost no time at all. When he finally came Shanon swallowed everything, no mistakes were going to stop her from getting that tail. "Good work, pet. I suppose I'll keep my end of the bargin. Hands and knees." The plug slid in smoothly and Shanon breathed out a heavy breath. With her tail in place she was his again. "Now let's see. What should I teach you? More importantly, how should I teach you?" Shanon whimpered. "How about flowers? That should be suitably amusing." Shanon cocked her head in curiosity. "Stay." James walked out. A minute later he returned with a large book and a flower. "Do you remember what this is, pet?" She remembered the flower well, "Yes, sir. It's a heli . . heli . . ." James patted her head, "Don't hurt yourself, pet. It's a heliotrope." He took the hair tie out and wove the flower carefully into Shanon's hair before replacing it. "I'm going to ask you some questions, you may speak to answer them. If you give the right answer you get pleasure," he ran a finger up her slit, "But if you give the wrong answer . . ." Shanon shied away at the thought of what he might mean by the unfinished sentence. "I told you to stay. One thing before we begin, pet, you know as a rule I prefer not to cause pain. Correct?" Shanon nodded. "Still nothing is without its uses," James mused staring at the ceiling. When he returned his gaze to Shanon his eyes were sparkling and he had a devious smile on his face. Shanon felt herself flush with fear. He laughed, "Don't worry. I'm going for something playful, pet. Not that it won't hurt." James picked up a pair of nipple clamps from the table. He dangled them in front of her eyes. Shanon took a deep breath and shuddered involuntarily. He watched her for a few seconds but no safe word was forthcoming. "Oh, that's nothing, pet." James said as he attached the clamps, "The real fun comes from the weights." The word echoed in her mind for a moment. Weights. He was going to put weights on her nipples when she made a mistake. He pulled down on the clamps to make sure they were tight. Shanon held back a cry of pain. James opened his book and showed Shanon the first picture. "What is this?" "A red rose, sir." James slipped one finger into her mouth. Shanon sucked on it wantonly until he pulled away. "What does it symbolize?" "Love, sir." James massaged her breasts, carefully avoiding her clamped nipples. Shanon wanted to collapse right there. He knew exactly how to break though her defenses. She held in place nonetheless. "You're doing very well, so far," he turned the page, "This is a yellow rose. What does it symbolize?" Shanon froze, but only for a moment. It was better to guess and take the punishment for a wrong answer than hesitate and test his patience. "Health, sir." "Nope." As he placed a small weight on each nipple a tiny squeak escaped Shanon's lips. She whimpered, more at showing weakness than in response to the minor pain. James grinned. "The yellow rose symbolizes friendship. Next picture. What kind of rose is this?" "A pink one, sir." James slipped a finger into her cunt and held it there, unmoving, until Shanon started to squirm. When he removed his finger she whined delightfully. "What does it symbolize?" "Beauty, sir." James smiled. She was guessing but there had been no hesitation at all this time. He took two more weights and added them to the nipple clamps. He held them so that Shanon could not feel the weight then suddenly released, placing the full weight onto her nipples. Shanon's body jerked involuntarily but she held back a cry of pain. "The pink rose symbolizes grace and happiness." James' voice was calm, measured. He turned the page, "This is a black rose. What does it symbolize?" She knew this one! "Death." James waited for a moment to let the error sink in. The realization hit her hard. If she tried to apologize or correct herself she would be speaking out of turn, if she did nothing it would be disrespectful. James could hear her breathing quicken, he stayed quiet and sat down in front of her. "Now that was a real mistake." Shanon dropped her eyes. She couldn't bear to see him angry at her. "Do you know what that mistake was?" She nodded, eyes still downcast. "Say it." "I didn't address you respectfully, sir." "Exactly. Now let's see if I can figure out why." He stood up and walked behind her. Shanon wanted to cry. She knew her place. It was just a mistake. But she couldn't tell him. "Maybe you got distracted by the pretty flowers," continued James, "Yes, that must be it . . . but wait, you didn't mess up on any of the other ones." James paused and got in front of Shanon so he could see the panic in her eyes. "Actually, I think I know exactly what was going silly, little, puppy-dog, brain of yours," Shanon's arms and legs failed her. She felt small and helpless. She reveled in the loss of control, her body was failing her from nothing but his words. James watched her carefully, he didn't want her to fall apart. He continued, "It's pretty well known what a black rose means. I'm sure my puppy knows something like that, too. So when you saw the rose you thought only about how I was going to reward you for a correct answer." Shanon tried to sink deeper into the carpet, desperate to escape his words. James gripped her pony tail and dragged her back up. "So, pet," James could see the name reassured her so he continued, "were you thinking of me as a toy for your pleasure?" "Yes, sir." She said meekly. "Am I a toy, pet?" "No, sir." "Who am I?" "My owner, sir." "And who are you?" "Your puppy, sir." James' eyes sparkled and he smiled wickedly "What do you think happens to a puppy that forgets her place?" "She . . . she gets punished, sir." "I think you've felt enough punishment," James stroked her hair and smiled, "The mistake is forgiven." Shanon bit her lip and nodded. Suddenly James' voice brought her back to reality. "What kind of rose is this?" "A black one, sir." James worked his fingers in and out of her pussy for a few seconds. "What does it symbolize?" "Death, sir." James toyed with her clit for just an instant. She held back a moan. "Last picture, pet. What kind of rose is this?" "A blue one, sir." he teased her clit and pussy "What does it symbolize?" "Magic, sir." Shanon guessed. More weight was added gently. The pull was starting to become exciting now. She gave a tiny sigh of pleasure. "The blue rose represents mystery or unattainability," he giggled like a little kid, "Ironic, wouldn't you say?" Shanon didn't think it was funny but she held her tongue. "Let's review," James' voice suddenly took on the tone of a schoolteacher, "What does the red rose symbolize?" "Love, sir." "And the yellow one?" "Friendship, sir." "The pink rose?" "Grace and happiness, sir." "The black rose?" "Death, sir." "And finally, the blue rose?" "Mystery." "Or?" He teased. "Unattainability." "I wonder if you really know what that word means, pet. I suppose that will have to be the next lesson." Shanon whined playfully. As James looked at her he could see the expression he loved so much. Somewhere inside Shanon did want permission to climax, but her devotion was enough to make her fight against it so he could see her squirm. Most importantly though despite everything she was still smiling at him. "Now let's see," said James as he tore his eyes away, "I'm getting something to eat. Heel." James made himself a snack and let Shanon curl up at his feet while he ate. He looked at his puppy lovingly. She was going to be begging again soon but for now she was just enjoying the comfort of being controlled and protected. "Time to . . . what is this?" James got down on one knee to examine the floor where Shanon had been, "Clean this up, pet." Shanon look at where he was pointing. Her juices had puddled on the floor. She bent down and licked them up, never looking away from him. "And it gets worse," James was at the entrance to the living room now, "This mess seems to have gone all the way from kitchen to the living room. Clean up all of it." Shanon complied subserviently. When she was done James looked down at her and asked, "What do have to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't control my body, sir." "Why is that, pet?" "I don't have any control around you, sir." James hummed absently to himself, "I suppose if you had a chance to release yourself it might solve the problem for a little while. But then again I don't really know if my puppy wants permission. Do you?" Shanon nodded her head vigorously. "I don't believe you." He shrugged. "But maybe you can prove that you really want it." Her heart leaped. But she stayed in place. "Go ahead, pet. You may beg now." Shanon threw herself at his feet and looked up so James could see her eyes. Her mouth dropped open, panting. She rubbed against his legs for stimulation. But still the only sound she risked with a quiet whimper. James gave a strangely conspiratorial smile. He ran his fingers though her hair then grabbed her ponytail. "Does my puppy want to speak?" She nodded. "Speak." "Please use me, sir. Humiliate me, beat me down, torture me. Anything, sir. Just give me permission to cum." She wrapped herself more tightly around his leg and nuzzled his crotch. "Let me make you happy first, sir." James patted her head, "Let's try that. If you do a good job I'll consider giving my desperate little puppy permission to orgasm." He unzipped his pants and let Shanon take him into her mouth. She deep throated him passionately, pleading eyes locked on his. Finally he gave her a reward. James released into her mouth and Shanon swallowed everything, savoring the taste and melting at his smile. "That was a very good job, pet." Shanon basked in the praise. All thoughts of why she had been begging before were gone for the moment. James was pleased with her and she didn't feel like she needed anything else. "Well," James placed a finger under her chin, "I did say that if you did a good job I would consider giving you permission." It all flooded back to Shanon. She needed that word from him. Shanon burned with private shame as she felt her passion building from the humiliation of knowing she couldn't cum unless he told her to. "But I've decided I like you looking pitiful on your knees." James laughed and patted Shanon on the head as she nodded her acquiescence. "Now, Shanon," he emphasized her name, "I have a question for you. Would you like to take a break?" "I think . . . yes, sir." James offered her his hand and pulled her up, "Something to drink?" "Yes, sir." "Glass or bowl?" He teased. "Oh . . . bowl, please." Shanon blushed. They weren't really playing now but she needed the reassurance of being at his feet. "Of course." She lead her back to the kitchen and poured water into her bowl. Shanon lapped it up gratefully while James watched her. He let his hands explore her body. He was careful to keep his touch gentle, not enough to distract her but enough to remind her that he was there. When Shanon was finished James pulled her head up, "You're a greedy little puppy. I think it's time for a bit of teasing now." Shanon relaxed as James brought her into the living room. He began to play her like an instrument. Drawing sighs and squeals from Shanon's frame with the slightest touches and pinches. James decided to toy with her mind a bit, he placed his tip against her cunt lips and covered it in her juices. Shanon stayed still hoping he might go all the way in. He pulled back instead and took hold of her nipples. "Look at that. All I need to control you are these," James punctuated the statement with a hard pinch, "My little puppy just can't seem resist." Shanon gave a thin whine, trying to express her gratitude without speaking. James leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Is my puppy desperate yet?" Shanon let out a long ragged breath as she nodded. "But you can still fit thoughts together. You're not really desperate yet." he moved one hand to her cunt and began to toy with her in earnest. James looked into her imploring eyes. She tried to make him understand what she needed. He did, better than she did. "I don't think so. Teasing you is too much fun to let you climax." Shanon moaned. He couldn't do this to her. Tease her to the brink, make her beg and still deny her release. It was cruel, humiliating. But it was what James wanted to do. She wouldn't disappoint him. "That's enough," James smiled cruelly as he looked deep into her eyes, "I've made you feel good. Now it's my turn." He flipped Shanon onto her back and held her wrists against the ground. "You may speak, by the way." "Please don't do this, sir," she begged, "Once you're inside me I'll lose control and cum and disappoint you." James slid partially into her, "Don't have control at all, pet." "Yes, sir. I'm sorry." James laughed at her and slid in a bit farther. Shanon gasped, "Please, sir. Don't make me." "My puppy doesn't want to cum? "N- not riiiiiight now, sir." "You need to explain better than that," he slid further in, "because from here I can tell your body really really want to climax. Do you expect me to believe that a horny little puppy with this kind of heat between her legs doesn't want an orgasm? That release of energy." "I want to obey," she stared up at him, "I want to obey more than I want to cum, sir." James loved the look on her face, "Smile." He began to thrust slowly. Torturing Shanon with her own pleasure and desire. He could feel her body trying to fight back against her mind, to make her cum in spite of all else. But she wouldn't. The strength of will to avoid climax after a week of denial and the session of teasing he had given her was impressive. He picked up the pace. Shanon begged more and more desperately. He ran his fingers across her nipples in response. It almost sent Shanon over the edge but fear of failing him kept her orgasm just out of reach. Even as James exploded inside of her, Shanon fought off her climax. Barely. "What do you say, pet?" "T- thank you, sir. T- thank you for using me." "You're quite welcome, pet." his eyes sparkled, "Let's go take a shower." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - James toyed with Shanon in the shower, leaving her weak in the knees. He held her in place against the wall. For a few minutes he teased her about being weak and out of control, his fingers remained deep inside of her as he humiliated her. James pulled Shanon back up. "I don't feel like drying myself off. Do you think you can manage doing that?" Shanon knelt silently at his feet and started to dry him off, moving the towel lovingly up his legs. She paused at his cock and looked up at James. Her mouth hung open unconsciously. "Don't be silly, pet." She pouted but continued to dry him off. By the time she was done James' thoughts about how well she was doing were more than apparent. Shanon stared up at James from her place at his feet. He shook his head and lifted her up. James dried her off in turn then took her too the bed room. Seeing her tail off to the side, James had made her remove it before they showered, Shanon reached over to grab it. One Little World Ch. 06 The tail moved beyond her reach. She jumped for it but missed again. James toyed with her for nearly five minutes before realizing that she couldn't see anything but the tail. He pulled it up off the bed and held it fully in his hand. Seeing him suddenly Shanon pouted, "Are you ever going to let me cum, sir?" "Probably." "You're a real jerk," Shanon joked. Her hand flew to her mouth as she caught the mistake too late. James eyed her and Shanon dropped her head. "I'm sorry, sir." James trapped her arms behind her back and pulled her close before she could move, "Just kidding." He released her and Shanon fell against him, "Do I have to leave, sir?" "W- what do you mean, pet?" "I feel so safe here. I want to be your puppy all the time." "Oh Shanon. I can't let you do that." "But-" He placed a finger over her mouth and kissed her, "I will make that an order if I have to. I can't let you stay here, I can't let you end up like me." "But-" James gripped Shanon's hair tightly and she cried out in pain. He relaxed his grip slowly, "I'm sorry, pet. It's too soon for me to let you do that." "Yes, sir." Shanon said quietly as she curled up on the bed. James smiled sadly and stroked her hair. Someday. Maybe someday. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Comment's and criticism are welcome and hoped for. And don't forget to vote. One Little World Ch. 07 This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch6, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or inanimate) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello . . ." Shanon was confused. James had said today would be alright to come over and the door was unlocked but there was no answer. She stepped inside and took off her shoes. "Are you ho-" she caught herself, "Are you busy, sir?" A hand covered her mouth and pulled her back. "I am now," James whispered in her ear, "You mustn't be so loud though, pet. Tom invited a friend over." Shanon nodded. Suddenly his words caught up with her James ran his fingers up her stomach and teased her nipples. Shanon's body relaxed completely as he toyed with her. James moved his fingers away and felt lower, under her skirt. His probing fingers massaged her cunt. Shanon moaned into the hand covering her mouth. She knew why he was doing it. Just to assert control. Having company meant nothing, she was still his whether they were completely in private or almost certain to be seen. "It's been two weeks hasn't it pet? Two weeks since you felt that sweet release of an orgasm." He wouldn't. Not now. If Tom heard it would be mortifying, the one time that James had made her show herself as his submissive in front of Tom had been mortifying. But to be brought to orgasm would be so much worse. "I wonder how you would react if I made you sit there begging while Tom and his friend, Nadia, were watching. Think about it, pet. Them watching you there, legs spread, panting, defeated, desperate. Begging and begging for me to let you cum. And they would be there thinking you must be some sort of crazed nymphomaniac," James had his mouth so close to her ear that he could almost taste her. Shanon felt herself getting wetter. She didn't want to think about it but the images of being on her knees in front of James, begging for an orgasm under the gaze of Tom and some strange woman wouldn't leave her mind. Shanon felt James' hand flick her clit and it dawned on her that he knew exactly how much the prospect excited her. "You like that idea don't you?" Shanon could only nod. "Mmmm . . . good girl," James moved his hand away from her mouth, "I think I can trust you not to speak." Shanon wouldn't dare make a noise. Being punished, no matter how slightly, in front of some strange person was worth doing almost anything to avoid. James smiled and stroked her hair. He contemplated her for a moment before turning her around to face him, "Go sit in the living room, pet." Shanon moved silently to the living room and knelt next to the couch. "Stay. I'll go get your tail, pet." He said with a diabolical grin and moved quietly up the stairs. Her eyes widened. What if Tom or his friend walked in? She wouldn't even be able to explain herself. James returned a minute later with her tail. Shanon fixated on it instantly. "Do you want this, pet?" She nodded, unable to speak even if she had wanted to. "Come here." Shanon crawled over and sat at his feet, looking up lustfully. His control was absolute and they both knew it. James patted her on the head with a smile. She melted. "Well," James reached down and rubbed the fabric of her skirt, "This will have to come off, pet. Are you sure?" Shanon tried to bury her face in the carpet. The moment James had returned with her tail she had completely forgotten that she would have to undress for him to put it in. James pulled her head up, "Now then, pet, do you want your tail? You may speak." "Yes, sir." She whispered tearfully. "Louder, pet." "Yes, sir." Shanon said slightly more loudly. She dropped her eyes, unwilling to meet James' gaze. "Eyes up. Tell me why you want the tail." Shanon's eyes shot up. Her silent vow to be punished in front of a stranger or Tom ran through her mind like a mantra, "I want it because then you're in control, sir. Completely." James grinned. He pulled her skirt down and pressed the tail against the entrance to her ass, "There's more, pet." "Y- yes, sir. The Tom's friend is in the house and if she comes in she m- might catch me with the tail in and . . . there would be nothing I could do." "And that excites you does it?" She nodded expectantly. "Say it," James teased. Shanon trembled, "Yes, s- s-" James had began pushing the well lubed plug into her. He stopped, "Have you forgotten my title, pet? Thinking too much about yourself right now." Shanon shook her head. "I think you're lying to me, pet." "N-" She caught herself. "Speaking out of turn. You really are feeling defiant today, pet. I wonder what it will take to train that out of you." He shoved her tail the rest of the way in. Shanon cut off a gasp of pleasure as she felt herself become fully under his control again. The pressures of her life vanished completely. A contented smile spread across her face. James beamed down at his pet. She knew perfectly well that he was toying with her but she was doing everything possible to stay obedient even though it was nearly impossible. He loved that look in her eyes, not knowing if was going to punish her or how. Most importantly, though, he could not see her wondering why he was toying with her. "Nadia," called James without looking away from Shanon, "could you come in here for a moment?" Shanon's eyes opened wide. She shook her head desperately. James only laughed. Nadia appeared in the entranceway. "Hey, James." Shanon stayed perfectly still. Frozen with fear. She wanted desperately to look, to see what this woman was doing. She was probably thinking of her as some sort of slut, kneeling in front of James like a begging dog. Her body warmed with arousal and embarrassment. But she didn't move. She didn't even think of breaking her silence. James flicked his eyes away from Nadia to watch Shanon's reaction. She was nervous but little more. He looked away. Tom had told James that Nadia was a lot like him. Nonetheless they had spent over an hour talking before he decided it would be okay to meet her. When they finally did meet James had been pleasantly surprised, she was intelligent, polite, and had very much the same taste in women that he did. They had come up with a plan for having a bit of fun. "Hey, Nadia. I have a question for you." "Shoot." "Why would a puppy not follow it's owners commands?" "Well if I had to guess it would be because the puppy was distracted by something else." "Something else?" James asked with feigned innocence. "Well I varies from puppy to puppy. I suppose the only way to be sure would be to examine the puppy in question." James looked back at Shanon. She was paralyzed, looking pleadingly up at him and shaking her head. However, she did not speak. James patted her on the head and she visibly relaxed. Her eyes refocused the moment he touched her. He smiled diabolically, she was going to love this. Hopefully on several levels. Nadia sat down next to James and they both frowned at Shanon. "So what do you think the problem is?" "I don't know," Nadia scooted closer, "I'll have to examine more closely." "Go ahead. This little puppy isn't going anywhere," he grinned at Shanon's pained expression. Nadia undressed and began her examination, making some silly excuse in explanation. She felt Shanon's abdomen, checking each rib individually, and gave James an approving nod. Nadia's experienced hands continued without ever breaking contact. She cupped Shanon's breasts, feeling her tense at the contact. A gentle pinch of her nipples produced an ever better reaction. Nadia moved her slender fingers along Shanon's back, feeling out the slightest responses before moving higher. Nadia's fingers trailed their way up Shanon's neck then suddenly sank down to surround her neck. James watched her expression passively. Shanon was utterly frozen in panic. She had never thought of being controlled by another person, let alone another woman. And now Nadia's hands were around her neck, unmoving, but still there as though ready to take her breath from her. James raised his eyebrows and smiled. A strength flowed back into Shanon, the knowledge that she was safe, that she was controlled. She swallowed hard, instantly reminding herself of Nadia's hands. Their grip relaxed a moment later and Shanon let out a quiet sigh of relief. Nadia's fingers traced their way along the underside of Shanon's neck, then back up. They teased her ears. Back down along her arms, again seeking even the slightest flaw in Shanon's strength. Each finger was tested, then to her palms. Back up her arms. Nadia's fingers reached her ass. They carefully scratched and probed their way down her legs. Shanon let out a long sigh and caught herself just as she began to fall. Nadia was good at this. It continued for an half an hour. The fear in Shanon's eyes ebbed part way through. But then she realized that Nadia's ministrations were taking her closer and closer to a climax she had no permission for and could not ask for. Her eyes pleaded with James again. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. She wasn't strong enough to resist this woman. James kept his face passive, hiding his thoughts as best he could. But at her silent begging a tiny smile broke through. Shanon latched onto that expression and held herself together. James left them alone twice. Once to use the bathroom and once to check his email. Both times Nadia leaned in closer and whispered seductive promises of climax. Shanon shook her head desperately every time. She would never let someone other than her master make her climax, when she didn't have permission there was no question at all that she would resist the temptation of release until her body gave out completely. But Nadia was experienced and had a great deal of time. Shanon's defenses were weakening as her arousal mounted. James and Nadia could both see it in her glazed eyes. Her control was long gone and her strength was ebbing quickly. "Pet." The word shocked Shanon back into reality. "I think it's time that you gave Nadia a proper thank you for tormenting you." Shanon tried to blink away the haze that the dominant woman had left her in. What did he mean? Thank her. Thank her. It ran through her mind again and again. Nadia's face appeared in front of her. "You should be paying attention," she teased. Shanon stared at her still not understanding, "How can I thank you, madam?" Nadia laughed, "I don't think your puppy get's it, James." "Then she'll have to be taught." Nadia hummed as she moved her face closer to Shanon. She took Shanon's chin in her hands and pushed it down toward her cunt. It finally dawned on Shanon what James had meant by thanking Nadia. With her face inches away from Nadia's dripping pussy Shanon didn't know what to do. She tried to raise her head up to ask what was expected of her. Nadia pushed her back down. "Use your tongue, you little puppy-girl." Shanon probed tentatively forward. Nadia's juices tasted wonderful and she wanted to savor the taste but a quick tug on her hair reminded Shanon that this was a about Nadia, not her. She became more bold, pushing her face forward to make more forceful use of her tongue. Nadia's moans of pleasure rewarded her. She licked lovingly up and down her tormenter's slit. It was hard not to finger herself but no order had been given so she stayed still, relishing Nadia's enjoyment. A louder moan from Nadia told Shanon she had found the woman's clit. She flicked it around with her tongue reveling the sounds of pleasure she had not yet earned. Shanon continued, she still had to finish showing her gratitude. All thoughts of herself were gone. Without warning Nadia's legs wrapped around her head pulling her face in close, "Get me off, now." Shanon thrust her tongue in as far as she could seeking out Nadia's most sensitive area, trying to find the best way to please her. Nadia held off for a long instant then exploded in orgasm. The convulsion pulled Shanon in closer, nearly suffocating her for a few seconds. When Nadia's legs released Shanon collapsed on the ground in front of her. Nadia patted her on the head. "I can see why James likes you so much. You're such an obedient little puppy-girl." Shanon sighed contentedly. Nadia was happy and she knew that was what James had wanted her to do. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - James poured a glass of water and dropped in a few ice cubes. He stared at them for a moment, watching the bouncing patterns of light. He turned to Nadia, she had taken a robe from the bathroom, "Do you want to take her over the edge?" "After that? Hell yeah, she deserves it. But doesn't she need permission to cum?" "Technically." "You're a real monster." James laughed, "And you're not? The first time I came back you didn't stop talking soon enough. I could hear telling her you were going to make her break and have an orgasm without permission." "Whatever are you talking about?" She said with feigned innocence, "I'm just a vet doing a favor for a friend of a friend." James smiled broadly, "I have an idea." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nadia virtually pranced back into the living room. "Hey!' Shanon looked up and gave her a coquettish smile. "James is busy right now. He has to look over purchase orders from the flower shop or something like that." Nadia sat down on the couch. "You know . . . he closed the door to the study when he went in. I bet he wouldn't hear a thing if you climaxed out here." Shanon's back away. "Well maybe you'd have to be quiet for him not to notice." Shanon shook her head and tried to hide behind a chair. "You don't like that idea? What kind of girl doesn't want a good hard orgasm after weeks of denial? Maybe it's because James said you couldn't. He's not going to find out, silly." Nadia stood up quietly and pulled a blindfold from her pocket. She was faster than Shanon, who had never considered standing up. It took almost no time to blindfold her and hold her against the carpet. Nadia shoved her fingers into Shanon's cunt. Despite her struggle she was dripping wet. "I found something that will make this so much easier." As Nadia's teasing fingers moved away something hard pressed on Shanon's lower lips. Against her will they opened to accept it. "Good girl." Shanon bucked. It was James, he'd set up everything. One strong thrust filled her and she a long high pitched moan escaped her. "You'll need to hold out a bit longer, pet." It felt like so long since she had heard his voice. Shanon nodded her understanding. She would pass this test, everything was against her but she would not cum until he told her to. The unceasing thrusts made it so hard to hold back. Her breathing was quick. James' hands gripped her shoulders, "Cum for me, pet." Shanon let out a staccato scream of ecstasy. Her pussy spasamed around James cock as her continued his assault. When scream had died away James leaned in close. "Do it again, pet." She came again. The pressure brought James to climax as well. As he flooded her Shanon could feel a third orgasm coming on. "Cum." It broke free and her back arched as her body succumbed to the command. James pulled out of her. Shanon looked up at him lovingly. He motioned her over taking her into his arms. "You can speak, pet." "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much." "You earned it pet. Besides that glow on your face as after you cum is almost as great as seeing you beg." "Thank you, sir. I . . ." She crawled into James' lap and pressed against his chest. He stroked her hair as he whispered sweet degradations in her ear. She almost purred at his words. Nadia took her leave about an hour later after extracting a promise that she would come back to play again. Shanon and James spoke for a long time, sometimes as simple lovers, sometimes as pet and owner. After a bit of teasing James left her with a standing order to bring herself as near to climax as she could three times a week. If possible she was to masturbate in a place where she would feel exposed. Shanon simpered at the command but they both knew perfectly well that she would do it and love every second of the torture. When it was time to leave he walked her out to her car. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Hey, James! I looked up that thing with the cup," said Tom as he brought out dinner. He had made London broil with a side of rice and garlic bread. "Cool." James surveyed the food. "It's some sorta Zen stuff. You never struck me as the type." "I'm not," James laughed, "I just spend a few weeks reading Zen koans obsessively. The empty glass stories stuck with me." "But it's not about the way people act," pointed out Tom as he picked up a piece of London broil. "No. But the philosophy holds nicely." "I suppose." "Tom . . . a while ago Shanon asked to stay on a long term basis," James stared at his glass, the food forgotten, "I felt like I had to say no." "Didn't know what to put in the cup, eh?" "Something like that. She said she felt safe and didn't want to lose that feeling." Tom put down his fork. He knew perfectly well that James wouldn't eat unless he nothing left to say. "What's so bad about that, man?" "I've always thought . . . I've always been afraid that's what happened to me." James looked up, "I can't let her be stuck here like that." "So tell her you don't want her to stay." "That would be a lie, Tom. I love her and I do want her to stay here and feel safe. But I can't I . . ." "Give it time, man. You made it out onto the porch." "And into the driveway today." Tom's eyes opened wide, "See? You'll get to the point where you can handle it. Shanon's a nice girl, man. She'll wait as long as it takes, you've gotta stop tearing yourself up about it." James picked up his fork and chose a piece of meat. He took a deep breath, "I need you to do something for me Tom . . ." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Comment's and criticism are welcome and hoped for. And don't forget to vote. One Little World Ch. 08 This story is a continuation of One Little World Chy, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or hooloovoo) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello . . ." Shanon was early. "You're early, pet." "Sorry, sir." "That's alright. I want to talk about something before we begin today." "Of course, sir." "Good girl. Come into the living room, Shanon." Confused, she switched roles but still followed him submissively. Tom was sitting in the living room tapping his fingers together nervously. He stood up quickly as they entered. "Hi Shanon!" "Um, hi Tom. W- why are you here?" James placed a hand on her shoulder, "Because it's important that he be here for this, Shanon." "Yes, sir," she said quickly. "I . . . I have a . . . I have a gift for you Shanon." "Sir?" "A few weeks ago you asked if you stay here as a live in puppy. I said no and I am going stand by that for now." James paused and took her hands in his. "But there is one thing I can do for you to . . . to make you feel . . ." James reluctantly released his hands as Tom picked up a box from the table. He gave an encouraging nod and James opened it. "There's usually a certain degree of ceremony involved in this Shanon. But in this case it's really about giving you something to tell you that I am always there with you. Besides I have no idea what an appropriate ceremony would be. Maybe later, if you want to, we can do this more formally." Shanon stared at him. She had never seen James this nervous before, even when they first met he had seemed relatively calm. But now he look like he was ready bolt for the door. Tom elbowed him. James muscles tensed and he closed his eyes. After a moment he reached into the box and took out the gift. "Shanon . . . will you accept my collar?" She stared at it. The dark leather collar had a sort of elegant simplicity to it. A wave pattern made it's way round the sides and on the front was a small D-ring, clearly meant for attaching a leash. To Shanon nothing had ever seemed more beautiful. It was a dog collar, if an elaborate one, James really wanted her to be his puppy. She stared into James' eyes while her own teared up. She paused a short time before answering. She wasn't supposed to be his pet right now but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to say his name, "Of course, Master." James nodded and returned her smile as he fastened the collar around her neck. The dark leather of the collar looked beautiful against her skin. "Sir will be sufficient, pet." Shanon nodded demurely. James held her face in his hands and kissed her forcefully. From his seat Tom covered up a tiny grin. When the kiss ended James placed a hand on Shanon's shoulder and turned to his friend. "Tom . . . thank you so much." "No problem. I've never had the honor of doing a favor like that for a friend." "I just don't think there is anyone else I could have trusted." Tom shook his head. "I just picked it up for you. But now . . . now I think you two deserve some real privacy. I know I can find something interesting to do." He headed for the door but stopped before he reached it. The large man turned around gave them a warm smile. "Congratulations to both of you. And Shanon, you look gorgeous." She bobbed her head but James whispered for her to answer, "Thank you, Tom." He nodded and stepped out. "So, pet, it looks like I have you all to myself now," remarked James. Shanon nodded. "I believe you had a task assigned during the week. Did you follow my orders?" She nodded again. It had been hard not to disobey. But stopping herself short of climax had been so sweet. "You have permission to speak when discussing your masturbation. You will describe each time you tortured yourself for me, pet, starting with the beginning." "Yes, sir. I masturbated immediately when I got home." James placed a finger under her chin and raised his eyebrows, "You're going to a lot need more detail than that." "Sorry, sir. I shoved my fingers in and teased my clit. When I started to get near a climax I pulled them out and pinched my nipples to keep myself on edge as long as I could." "What was going through your head?" "While I was masturbating I kept telling myself I could go a little longer, that if I made myself horny enough you would be so happy. Then when I stopped I could almost hear you say I was a good girl." "Anything more?" Shanon dropped her eyes, "Yes, sir. When I didn't let myself climax the first time I cried." She took a deep breath and raised her eyes so he could see her expression, "I cried because I felt selfish." "Selfish?" "I wasn't thinking about permission, just how much I wanted to cum." James stroked her hair, "You will have to be punished for that, pet. But it is very good that you mentioned it. Smile for me. Nonetheless, we must finish before you can feel forgiveness. What was the next time you masturbated?" "In a . . . in a public restroom, sir. I was in the park and had packed myself a lunch so, um, I used a banana to torture myself, sir. It felt strange but I knew you wanted me to masturbate so I used it anyway. Using a banana was really humiliating, sir. I felt like a slut and if someone had seen my they would have thought I was too." Shanon's body was flushed with embarrassment. Not only had she masturbated just to the edge of orgasm but now she had to describe every detail of doing it. She couldn't believe how excited it was getting her to know that James would know the details of what she did. Of course that was the point, she wasn't allowed to hide anything if he asked and that was how she was going to earn her tail today. It was a terrible thing to make her do. "Did you remember your place this time?" James teased. "Yes, sir, I did." She clasped her hands and nodded quickly like a schoolgirl trying to explain herself to an angry teacher. "I made sure that I focused on thoughts of your face the whole time, sir. It was like you were watching me. When I was done um . . ." Shanon was terribly embarrassed about something. James decided to extract the rest of the comment from her. The less she wanted to say it the more he wanted to make her. James grasped her nipples tightly as he spoke, "What exactly happened when you were done?" "W- when I finished. A . . . um." James tightened his grip, "Come on, pet." "T- there was a w- woman in the st- stall n- next to me, sir. She . . . she said it sounded l- like I was having fun b- but needed to finish, s- sir." "How did hearing that make you feel?" "Please, sir . . ." "Answer the question." "Sir . . ." "Your punishment has been increased. Now," James released her nipples and roughly grabbed her chin, "Answer the question." "Yes, sir. I felt ashamed. Like I was a whore, sir." "See?" He hissed "That was easy enough, pet, hardly worth getting yourself punished over." Shanon nodded sadly. It was such a ridiculous thing to be worried about telling him. There was no way she could really hide anything from him. Fear of punishment had little to do with it, fear of angering James was more than enough to make her obey. The realization of how much control he had over her made Shanon squirm. James cracked a tiny smile at her mix of discomfort and pleasure. "There are two more to discuss now." "One, sir." "Are you questioning me?" Shanon shook her head hurriedly, "No, sir. Never, sir. But you said I was supposed to do it three times and--" He cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Don't babble," he admonished. Then with his eyes sparkling playfully he made her continue. "Now, tell me about the third time." "Yes, sir. I masturbated on a bus the third time, sir, while on the way to a job offer. I slipped my fingers under my skirt and . . . oh!" James had taken hold of her clit. The sudden stimulation interrupted her train of thought for a second. "I'm sorry I stopped, sir. I slipped my fingers under my skirt and started stroking . . . oh, stroking my pussy for you, sir. My other hand pulled my shirt down a bit and, oh please, and I pinched my nipples. It was . . . was awful, sir. I could see . . . oh god, could see a college guy watching me the whole t- time. Oh . . . sir is there . . . anything . . oh my . . . anything else, sir?" Ignoring her increasingly desperate pleas James moved his free hand to her heaving chest. He could feel Shanon's hardened nipples through her shirt. A playful pinch sent a delightful shudder through her body. She was breathing hard, desperately trying to hold herself back. On a whim he continued for several minutes. He giggled childishly at her expressions. When his hands finally moved away Shanon's mouth was slightly open and her breathing had become ragged. She'd nearly cum several times but an irrepressible desire to obey had stopped her from giving in. "I believe there is still the matter of your fourth session, pet." Shanon whimpered. He was being cruel, he had only told her to masturbate three times during the week and now he was pretending to be angry at her for that, "I only used myself three times, sir." "Well that will never do. I suppose I'll let it slide this time if you apologize." "I'm sorry, sir. I'm so sorry for being a disobedient puppy, sir. W- will you . . . please punish me, sir?" James pulled his hands away from Shanon slowly enough to draw a pained sigh from her lips despite everything else she was feeling. He smiled at her reaction. "I know I only said for you to masturbate three times. But questioning me when I told you differently was rude. You were a bad girl, pet. Beg for your punishment." The words stung beautifully and Shanon dropped to the ground. "Please, sir. Hurt me. Let me feel a punishment for what I did. I need to be . . . forgiven. I don't want to be a bad girl, sir. I don't. I don't. Please punish me." "That's enough. Stay as you are and think about why you are going to be punished." James returned a few minutes later and blindfolded her. Shanon felt her skirt being pulled off roughly. A few lengths of rope secured her to a chair, leaving her face in the fabric and her ass exposed. He sat down. Shanon had been clearly felt devastated by her mistakes. A minor punishment would not be enough for her. He walked over to her side quietly. Shanon was confused. There was nothing but silence. She had idea what punishment James intended to inflict. His choice surprised them both. The first strike made Shanon cry out. He was spanking her. He'd never punished her like that before, causing that kind of physical pain was not something James enjoyed doing. With James silent and her sight cut off Shanon could not look to him for strength. Because he took no pleasure in the punishment she could not tell herself that she would take it because it was what he wanted. The only thing for Shanon to hold onto was her penitence. But that was exactly what she wanted. The pain was cathartic, her guilt slipped away a bit more with each strike. "Recite your mistakes." "Your puppy was selfish when carrying out my orders, sir. Your puppy hesitated when you asked her to explain, sir. And your puppy questioned you, sir." She wanted to cry. All she wanted now was to be his again, to be his good girl. His hand came down fifteen times. Shanon was shuddering with relief and pain by the time James stopped. He was deathly quiet for several minutes while he let her agonize over the punishment. The blindfold loosened, "You are forgiven, pet." "Thank you, sir. Thank you," she breathed. The ropes attaching her to the chair slowly came undone. James' arms replaced them, restraining her freedom just as before, but far more lovingly. He pressed her into the chair, "You're very welcome. But stay quiet." He held her tightly as she calmed down. Finally he released her and let Shanon turn around. With one hand he cupped her face. She was flushed. James raised an eyebrow. "Did you enjoy that?" "N- n- sort of, sir." "Explain yourself." "It was your hand, sir. Even when you were spanking me for being bad it made be happy to just know you were there forgiving me. My body just, um, started to get aroused, sir." James held back a laugh. As much as enjoying the punishment on some level confused Shanon, it relieved him even more. The decision to spank her had not been easy, striking her was not something he had really wanted to do. Knowing that Shanon had seen it as forgiveness rather than just pain was comforting. He looked into her eyes. Shanon was trying to be patient but she couldn't quite hide it from him. "You want your tail don't you, pet?" Shanon nodded vigorously and sank to her hands an knees. She wanted it desperately, the tail had always been what made her into his puppy. Even now, wearing his collar, she wanted to feel the tail inside of her and know she was completely within his control. It was a wonderful feeling. She loved being a good little puppy for her Master. "Very well. Stay." She obeyed happily while he went to get her tail. When he returned Shanon panted expectantly. James caught her expression and held the tail above her. She pleaded with a pathetic simper. "Alright." James sat down next to her and ran his hands all over her body. He let out a contented hum as he played his fingers down her back. She was a beautiful puppy. Tossing pretense aside James removed all of her remaining clothing and pushed her tail in slowly, watching her try not to squirm. When the plug of the tail finally slid all the way in Shanon breathed out a contented sigh. James gave her a kiss. Shanon beamed at him. A warm glow spread through her body and her cunt pulsed with fear and arousal as James picked up a knife from the table. Shanon shied away with a whimper but her arms and legs stayed solidly in position. The gleaming blade captured her attention. There was no way James would hurt her but she couldn't hold back a twinge of fear. James placed the flat of the knife under her chin. She was breathing harder, not knowing what he planned to do with her. "Fuck yourself, pet." Shanon's hands moved down. Her fingers slid inside her pussy. Without her hands to hold up the front of her body Shanon's ass and tail wagged invitingly in the air. It was terribly degrading but her desire only mounted higher. She tried to stay quiet but as her breath became ragged James frowned. Her efforts to keep silent redoubled. After several minutes she felt her self control slipping. Shanon slowed the thrusting of her fingers to hold off her climax. James brought the knife next to her face and hissed an order not to slow down. As she complied James began to trace patterns on her with the knife. Circles and spirals. Elaborate geometries. Shanon couldn't believe what she was doing and what she was letting him do. Finally, mercifully, James told her to stop. She caught herself just before she thanked him aloud for not letting her cum. At her sigh of relief James placed the knife just under her chin to capture her attention. "Did you think I was going to let you cum?" She shook her head carefully. "Then why did you moan? You may speak to answer." "Because I was grateful that you denied me, sir." "Keep going." James lifted her chin higher with the knife. "B- because when you tell me I can't cum it makes you happy, sir. I like it when your happy because it means I've been a good puppy, sir." He grinned, "Listen to yourself. You moaned in pleasure because you didn't get to have an orgasm. So desperate that you can't even argue can you?" Shanon shook her head. If anybody else had said that she would have smacked him. But this was her Master. He wanted the words to hurt, that way he could see the expression on her face. The cruelty was gentle, she knew it was a game, a test, he wanted to play with her mind. But he would never let her really be hurt. James would always pull her back into his arms and she would thank him for everything he had done. The process made her feel wonderful, it was a wonderful display of his power over her. "Little. Powerless. Desperate. Horny. Puppy. You want to beg right now. Not even for an orgasm, you want to beg me to give you permission. But I won't give it. I don't feel like it and there's nothing you can do. My puppy doesn't have any control in her silly little head. It's all mine. You're all mine, pet." It went on and on. She craved the humiliation. Being made to feel so helpless flooded her body with warmth. To feel small and helpless and totally free of worry. There were no choices to make, James was using her and that was all that mattered. Everything stripped away a little more with each word. Shanon could see a smile on James' face as she sunk into that place where words of torment became words of love simply because they came from his voice. She tried to return the smile but her body refused. After awhile her tears started to flow. Shanon could only think enough to obey. James kissed her lightly on the lips and his words became gradually more kind as he brought her back up. At some indefinable point James switched to words of approval, telling her that she had done a good job, that she had proven she was still strong, that she was a good girl. She loved that most of all. Good girl. It hung right on the edge. To a puppy it was praise. To a person it was degrading. To Shanon it was everything she wanted to be. Good girl. That was the name which brought her back up completely into being his puppy again. Shanon's feelings bubbled to the surface when he said it. Good girl. James held her head in his hands. He loved the expression of bliss on her face, an expression he'd caused with nothing but words. The feeling of knowing he could shape her to readily was wonderful. Knowing that she wanted him to do it was far more moving. He wanted her to say it. "Speak." "Thank you so much, sir." "You're welcome, pet." James let her have a drink from her bowl while he discussed dinner over the phone. Tom was going to make spaghetti. "Yes I'm sure Shanon will love it . . . two . . . she won't like that you know . . . not about something so trivial . . . she'll find out soon enough." He hung up and looked down at Shanon. She was rubbing against his feet. When she saw him watching her Shanon immediately stopped and met his gaze with a huge smile. A wicked thought jumped to James' mind. "Do you have any toys, pet?" She nodded. "What kind? You may speak." "Just a vibrator, sir." "Bring it with you next time. Also write down a fantasy of yours." Shanon's nod was vigorous. "Now, you will remain my puppy until Tom gets back. He does not want to be involved in our games. When he arrives you will stand up and just be Shanon. If you hesitate I will punish you. Nonetheless you are to remain in submission during dinner. Is all of that understood?" It was. James lay her flat on the cold kitchen floor and described how he was going to use her as masturbated slowly over her. She watched him, doing her best not to try to leap up and take him into her mouth or finger herself in time to his motions. After a few minutes he came on her breasts. A grin and shake of his head told her it would stay there. Sympathetically he scooped up a little bit on his index finger and forced it into her mouth. After she had sucked all of it off James left his finger in place for awhile. Absently, Shanon began to suckle on it. Another finger slipped into her soaked pussy. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, knowing that in a short while he would deny her again. One Little World Ch. 08 Shanon nearly disobeyed when James told her it was time to stop playing and get ready for Tom. With her tail removed and forced to stand completely on her feet Shanon felt empty. However the feeling of his dried sperm on her breasts and the collar around her neck compensated. She tried to sink below James several times but he pulled her up by her pony tail and reprimanded her harshly until she obeyed. By the time Tom got back Shanon had finally accepted that she wasn't going to be a puppy. The food was good and it turned out that Shanon loved lobster bisque. She managed to get the recipie from Tom, despite some good natured protests trade secrets. James left them to talk and checked for updates from the flower shop. Everything was in order so he put on music. A few minutes later Shanon found him and asked if he wanted to talk. The three friends debated whatever jumped to mind for more than an hour. It was great fun. When Shanon headed home James opened her car door for her and buckled her in. She had giggled but stopped when he gently reminded her of the orders that she had for the week. He gave her a blue rose as a sort of teasing order before she drove away. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I think she liked dinner, Tom." "Seemed like it. But she looked kind of unhappy." "She, uh, wanted to be on the floor. Eating out of her bowl." Tom started laughing but stopped when he realized James was serious. "Oh, sorry. It just came out, man. I guess there are people who do stranger things. Why didn't you have her eat from the bowl?" "You said it would make you uncomfortable if Shanon was demonstrating her submission in front of you. I'm not even sure if she wanted to be my puppy around you." "Huh?" "Well it would have been terribly humiliating, which she enjoys, but I think she was afraid of how you would react. Every time she tried to slide down in her chair to submit she'd look over at you and stop." "That's, uh, really considerate." Tom looked at his watch. It was well after eleven. "I've got a lot to do tomorrow, dude. Night." "Night." James lay back on the lawn. For the first time in years James felt a sense of unfearful curiosity about the world outside. He let out a long breath and watched it crystallize in the night air, he could wait. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Comment's and criticism are welcome and hoped for. And don't forget to vote. One Little World Ch. 09 This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch8, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or viral agent) is no more than a startling coincidence. "Hello . . ." James' embraced knocked Shanon onto the grass. "Sir?" "Hello, pet. Were you a good girl during the week?" Shanon nodded. "Did anybody comment on your collar? Speak." "Some of my friends thought it was a little strange. But I'm an artist, sir, people expect me to do odd things." "Wonderful. I've been practicing to do something with you all week. But first I want to play with my puppy a bit." She collapsed as James's hands explored her entire body. As ordered she was not wearing underclothes of any sort. He wasn't checking to make sure she had obeyed, there was no question about that, he simply wanted to make her feel possessed. She closed her eyes to let him take control. It was a wonderful sensation. It took her a while to realize that she was letting him fondle her in what was essentially public. The grassy slope in front of his house was completely exposed to the road. Shanon only tensed for an instant, she was safe with James. James caressed her face and hair, whispering for Shanon to open her eyes so he could see her expressions completely. Spending days on end watching the street had one benefit. He knew the rhythm of the area perfectly. No one was home or likely to be driving around. A blue sedan parked unceremoniously on the other side of the road. He twitched but recovered to laughed at himself and press his hand onto Shanon's breast. She moaned, the thought of someone seeing her being used was terrifying. James pinched one nipple. "Make some noise for the man across the street." Shanon let out all cries of ecstasy she usually kept inside for her Master. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the man turn around in curiosity. She wanted to die but another pinch forced a scream past her lips. It was amazing, his little caresses made her melt and with a slight touch he could make her scream. Weeks of enforced denial were getting to her. She had nothing resembling self control anymore. Her body was James's plaything. He wanted her to cry out so that other could hear her and she had no choice. James grinned. She was on the verge of crying from the denial. He decided to show her a bit of mercy. "I think he's heard enough, pet. Let's go inside." Shanon breathed a sigh of relief. James was being kind. She lay on the grass as he got up and stood over her. Little shudders ran through her body. "Now!" She leapt up and followed him into the house. "Did you bring what I asked?" Shanon nodded. "In the car I suppose." Another nod. James flicked an eye over to the window, the man was gone. He smiled wickedly and pulled off Shanon's shirt. "Go get them. Be quick, unless you want to be seen like this." Shanon smiled nervously but headed outside without speaking. She rushed to the car and found what James had asked her to bring. Her diary, with a fantasy written out, and the single vibrator that she owned. She dawdled on her way back in, secretly hoping that the man from before would return and see her. "That took a long time. Maybe my puppy does want to be seen like this." She panted slightly as she nodded in agreement. A finger pushed into her aching pussy. James gripped her by her pony-tail. He could tell she was loving the humiliation. It was time to push a bit more and get to business. "But I'll bet there's a limit. See I'm going to take you for a walk, pet." Her juices flowed more quickly and Shanon's cunt tensed around James's finger. "Mmmm, you really like that idea." She shook her head. To be outside with no shirt on, even with James by her side, was terrifying. Her body was only responding his manipulations. "Okay, then I'll be a kind. I will put your shirt back on if you ask to be put on a leash." James knew it was mean but he loved to see her desperate. "You may speak." "Please put me on a leash, sir." "Oh, you can do better than that, pet." He twisted his finger inside of her and pulled it out, flicking her clit lightly. James watched her legs buckle and then fail completely as she held off against an orgasm. "Try again." "Please, sir. Please put me on a leash." Shanon threw herself at his feet passionately. She rubbed against his legs and beamed up at him. "Your puppy needs to be leashed, sir." It was terrible, humiliating. Thoughts of being on a leash coursed through her mind. The leash would make her into even more of James' puppy. Warmth spread from Shanon's pussy into the rest of her body. She wanted the leash so much. To be more at her Master's mercy. James left her lying on the floor while he went to get the leash he had purchased online slightly more than a week ago. When he returned Shanon was still in place but she perked up slightly. James stood her up and helped put her shirt back on. He clipped the leash to her collar. Shanon looked beautiful with her collar and leash broadcasting her status. "People are going to love seeing this. A collar, that might be a fashion choice." James moved in closer and dropped his voice to a teasing whisper, "But walking around on a leash doesn't leave much question about you being a puppy does it, pet? Maybe you can bargain something to be spared that." Shanon nodded her head slowly. James was only going to make her ask for him to do something worse to her. He'd taken her voice so she couldn't even complain. "If you wear your tail outside I'll let you put your shirt back on." He was curious about what she would do. The tail was her favorite toy. Normally Shanon would be willing to debase herself completely to get it. But he'd put a twist on it this time, she would have to wear it in a public place. The last time he made her wear it in public Shanon said she hated thinking people knew about her tail. But that was a long time ago. Shanon reluctantly acquiesced and James patted her on the head. She was being a very good puppy. James tucked the leash into her shirt, the cut was low enough that it wasn't hidden completely. With that done he pushed her tail in. She fell against him as the last bit of her control left her body in a warm sigh. "I have something very special planned. Come on." James took her down onto the lawn. "There's a small park about a mile from here. I've spent the week wondering what it looks like right now. I've . . . I've decided I wanted to share it with you Shanon." She looked up, James had referred to her by name. "You're off speech restriction for now." "Yes, sir." James nodded and took her hand. He took a deep breath. At the edge of the lawn he stopped. It was just a single step between him and the sidewalk. Just a sidewalk. James' hand twitched and his eyes felt like they were pulling back into his head. Squeezing Shanon's hand he forced himself to take the step. They were on the sidewalk. Everything was fine. The car parked across the street was gone, along with whomever had been driving it. James looked at Shanon, his puppy. She was looking at him wide eyed. "Alright. Let's go, pet." "Yes, sir. C- congratulations." "Thank you." "Sir, was it . . . is it that bad?" "Terrible. Knowing there's nothing to be afraid of is the worst part. But when I'm protecting my puppy it's manageable. Just one thing to do. Get it?" "I think so, sir." "Very good." James placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled Shanon closer as they started to walk. "It's a nice park. Lot's of flowers. Not many people. Every time I went there it was quiet." The walk took the better part of an hour. James avoided talking to anyone. Sympathetically Shanon didn't comment on the behavior. Instead she listened to various stories. He described the worlds of ancient myth to her. The stories seemed to interest Shanon. She kept asking for greater and greater detail until James finally asked her why she wanted to know how Odin styled his hair. "I want to make a picture of them. No one's ever told me about all of them at once, sir. Just the stories of each adventure out of context aren't the same. All together they make a whole world." "Sounds beautiful. You will have to show me when it's done." "Is that an order, sir?" Shanon asked coyly. "Yup." James moved a hand beneath her skirt and pushed Shanon's tail in a bit. Her knees wobbled from the feeling. She started to fall but James caught her. Shanon simpered up at James. "Seems like you need to sit down." "I guess so, sir." James lay her down next to a tree in the middle of the park. Shanon described how she was going to set up the picture. With extraordinary detail she plotted out the placement of each deity with an explanation for why it fit in position. James nibbled on her ear as his listened. She was a great story teller, he could see the gala in his imagination. When she was done Shanon asked if he had any more stories. James giggled and lay her across his lap as he told her some of the more risqué myths that he remember. To make sure she understood James helped her to feel exactly what was happening in each story. Around noon he ran out of stories that he knew well enough to tell in their entirety. He sent her down to buy hotdogs from a vendor who apparently managed to find make a living in an area with almost no foot traffic. While they ate James straightened out Shanon's clothing, it had become rather messy during the story telling. A few families were starting to show up so he confined his affections to playful caresses. A bright red ball bounced toward them. James looked up. A kid was running after it. He couldn't be more than six. "Hey mister! Can I have my bally back?" "Uh . . ." James froze. He should just take the ball and toss it over to the kid. But something could go wrong. If the ball slipped out of his hand and it someone. Or if it wasn't really the kid's ball. Or the boys mother might think he was a pedophile. "I . . . uh . . . I . . ." "You alright, mister?" "I'm . . ." He couldn't move. It was ridiculous. Throwing a ball to someone was supposed to be simple. People did it every day. James was convinced it would kill him. He didn't know how but something would go wrong. Shanon intervened. She picked up the ball and tossed it over to the kid. "Here you go. He's just tired." "Thanks lady!" "You're welcome." Shanon watched the kid run back to his friends then turned to James. "Are you okay, sir?" "I c- can't move." James tried to calm himself down. It was just Shanon she wasn't going to hurt him. "Just . . . just . . ." He started hyperventilate. "Master? Oh my god!" "Quiet, pet." "No! You need help. I don't care if you want to punish me or if you'll get angry at me. I'm going to get you help orders or not." "I'm alright. Just s- s- s- stop. That's an . . . that's an . . ." His voice cut out completely. Shanon helped James to his feet and brought him to one of the tiny shaded pavilions that interrupted the grass at odd intervals. Without thinking Shanon dropped to her knees and hugged James' legs. It was so frightening. Her Master was terribly upset and she'd disobeyed him. But she had to help. She had to. "It's okay, Master. It's okay." It took ten minutes for him to relax enough to speak. "I'm so sorry, pet." Shanon squeezed his legs more tightly. He looked down, she was terrified. It was his fault. He was supposed to protect her, keep her safe and happy as his puppy. Now he'd made a mistake. Worse than that he'd tried to use her in order to solve his own problems. James had told her once that he didn't want a puppy because he needed to control something. It was still true. He hoped it was still true. "Come up here. I want to hold my puppy." She climbed up and he wrapped his arms around her. James hugged her tightly and whispered words of apology in her ear. When he finally let go James could seen in her eyes that she loved him anyway. He'd screwed up. He'd tried his best and failed. She still loved him. Unconditionally. When he asked her to forgive him she refused. "You didn't do anything wrong, sir." "I put you in a position you never should have been in. Choosing between orders and my safety, anyone's safety, should never have to happen. You're supposed to be protected by me. I want to keep you safe. Please forgive me, Shanon." "No! It's okay. I love you no matter what you do. It's okay." Unconditional love. He felt sick. Shanon was going to break he kept going on like this. Time to switch roles and comfort her. It would help him too. "Pet, do you realize you disobeyed an order?" "Yes, sir." "If you were in that same position again would you still do it?" Shanon looked down. She knew the answer would disappoint him but she couldn't lie, she couldn't even refuse to answer. "I would, sir." A sharp tug on her pony-tail trapped Shanon in her Master's eyes. He wiped away a tear with his free hand. "Good girl." He turned her around and removed her hair tie. For several minutes he played with her hair. Eventually James decided it was perfect the way it had been. He sent her back to the house to get the car and they drove back in an understanding silence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - James poured milk into Shanon's bowl and got a glass of ice water for himself. While she lapped up the milk he stared at his glass and tried to think of what to do. Shanon was nearly done when an idea struck James. He pulled her away from the bowl. "After what happened do you still feel like you want to stay with me?" She nodded vigrously, if anything she want to stay more. It was a strange feeling. James was the one who protected her but she needed to be there for him. "Okay, pet. We'll do a trial run." He let out a long breath. "You've stayed over before but this will be different. Do you have plans tomorrow?" Shanon nodded slowly. "Cancel them." He handed her the phone. She stared at it. James had given her an order. Three awkward calls ended all of her plans for the next day. James took the phone back. "I'm going to be mean to my puppy so she understands something that I want to teach her." He looked deep into her eyes. "No dinner tonight. Not as punishment, just because I want to make a point." Shanon bit her lip. She'd never expected him to withhold food from her. "Yellow." "Yes?" "How long, sir?" "Just one night. Like I said I want to prove a point to you." "Okay. I was just you were going to starve me or something, sir." "Which is perfectly good reason to ask what I had planned. Ready to continue?" Shanon nuzzled his foot. He laughed and took hold of her leash. She trotted happily after him. In the living room he stripped her clothing off. With every artifact of her day-to-day life neatly piled on the couch he petted her with a strange sort of precision. Watching Nadia's session with his pet combined with his own experiences had given James enough information to turn her into a panting mess without doing anything overtly sexual. Shanon's mouth hung open slightly as he teased her. James took the opportunity to slip his index finger into her mouth. He let her suck on it for a while. Shanon was in a state of bliss. Collar. Tail. Leash. Working to comfort her Master. She could have stayed in position, sucking wantonly on his finger, forever. James pulled his finger out. Shanon's whimper of protest was cut off by a much larger intrusion. She sucked on his cock with vigor, bobbing her head up and down. Her tongue flicked over and around the head. The knowledge that he was going cum but her only reward would be, at most, a pat on the head and a kind word made Shanon's cunt quiver and drip. Looking down James smiled at her. A short time later he released into her mouth. The taste of semen on her tongue reminded Shanon that this gift was probably the closest thing to food she was going to get until the next morning. Her reward was a gentle pat on the head. The touch made her melt. He examined the room. The vibrator Shanon had brought with her caught his eye. James picked it up from the table and displayed it to her. "Did you use this during the week?" Shanon shook her head, wondering what he planned to do. He fiddled with the vibrator for a few moments. An evil smile spread across his face. "Beg for your toy, pet." A series of pleading yelps greeted his ears. James chuckled, she was such a obedient little puppy, speaking without orders had never even occurred to her. The vibrator slipped into her pussy without resistance. Shanon's legs trembled as it switched on. She felt helpless. Two weeks. She had gone two weeks being denied before. Then again James hadn't forced her to masturbate during those weeks. "Feel free to collapse." At the words Shanon felt her muscles fail. She had nothing left. James had her completely at his, rather limited, mercy. He propped her up against a pillow. All the while the vibrator continued its torturous buzzing inside of her. "Open you legs wider." Shanon did her best to obey. "Wider." Her legs refused. "Obey." James tried to keep a straight face as he watched her squirm. "You will obey, pet. Open you legs wider. I want you exposed." She wanted to obey desperately. Shanon's breath was short and ragged as she tried to force her body into compliance. Finally her legs moved. It was just a fraction of an inch but it was enough. She saw James' face break out into a smile. "Good girl." He took hold of the vibrator, it was starting to slip out of Shanon's cunt. As he pumped James looked up. Shanon was shaking her head. "Puppies don't get to say no. You will take whatever pleasure I want you to have. Nothing more and nothing less." Her jaw worked noisesly up and down. The vibrator clicked off and slowed it's movement, slightly. "You were about to cum weren't you?" She nodded. He'd stopped just in time. "That must be frustrating. I bet you want to cum." Shanon shook her head. "Oh, that's right. My little puppy doesn't beg for orgasms. She begs for permission to have them." James pulled the vibrator out completely and put it away. He gave Shanon some time to come back down from the sexual high that being denied left her in. The expression of lust and defeat on her face was absolutely priceless. "Would you like a drink, pet?" Out of the corner of his eyes James saw her nod. He got a glass of water for each of them from the kitchen. A pat on the couch signaled for Shanon to sit next to climb up. When Shanon finished her glass she put it down and leaned into James. He tickled her playfully. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tom brought a pizza for dinner. In spite of her hunger Shanon politely declined any. By the time dinner was done she wanted to slap James for making her sit there while he and Tom ate. But she didn't. He'd said there was a reason and she trusted James enough not to complain about the way he was making it. With dinner and, worse, dessert finished James took Shanon up to his bedroom. He lay her down on the bed and told her she was allowed to speak. "How do you feel?" "I'm starving, sir." "That's good. Do you understand my point yet?" "Um . . . not really, sir." "I know you're smart. Try to figure it out." Shanon furrowed her brow. He was starving her. That didn't seem to prove much of a point. He was being mean just because he could. That was something he did anyway. Meanwhile James was walking his fingers on her stomach. The pressure only served to remind Shanon of how hungry she was. There was nothing remotely arousing about it. She looked at him, trying to apply to his emotions. James met her eyes without expression. One Little World Ch. 09 "See my point, pet?" "Yes, sir." "Say what it is." "You would want control of more than my sex life if I stayed with you, sir." "Yes." "I . . ." Shanon stopped. She was terribly confused. James wanted to own her completely. Her fantasies had revolved around that for weeks. The idea of refusing that request had been banished from her mind. Forcing her to cancel plans with her friends and not eat dinner had brought back her concerns from before. He was trying to make her think clearly about what it could mean. "I'm scared, sir." "Don't be." "Would I still be your puppy, sir?" "Never worry about that, pet." He laughed knowing he was going to sound like someone's mother. "You will never stop being my puppy." "Thank you, sir." Shanon smiled. "I want to try. Even if it's scary." "Good. We'll talk about some details tomorrow." She nodded. "Now I'm going to put you to bed." "It's nine o'clock, sir . . ." "Did you think I didn't know the time?" "N- no, sir, I jus--" "Back on speech restriction." Shanon giggled. Now she knew why he preferred for her to only speak when he allowed her to. She felt a tug on her collar. James had snapped the leash back on. Once she was on the floor at the foot of the bed James undressed her and placed a few blankets on the ground. He tied the leash to the bed post. "Goodnight, my little puppy." She mewled a response and curled up on the blankets as he clicked off the lights. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Where's Shanon?" Tom asked as James came down stairs. "I put her to bed." "You're kidding . . . you're not kidding." Tom shook her head with a wry smile. His expression became more serious. "Oh I wanted to talk to you about dinner." "Yes?" "You made her turn down food . . ." "Just for the night, which I told her before hand. I wanted her to think about what it could mean if she wanted to stay with me." Tom snorted and looked for the remote. "You don't approve . . ." "Not really. Limits are important. If you make her-- found the remote-- if you ever make her turn down food again I will throw you out of the house." Tom raised his hand to cut off an objection. "I know it's your house, dude." "I won't do it again. Okay?" "Okay. Just be careful, man, I know you don't want to hurt her. Anyway, I think Law and Order is on." "We've seen it before." "How--" "I memorized the parts of the TV scheduel that pertained to Law and Order." Tom gave him a strange look so he explained. "Didn't have much to do on Monday." Tom sighed and turned on the television. "We're going to watch it anyway." "Figures." James stood up. "I'm getting a drink. Want anything?" "We have any apples left, dude?" They had several. Tuning out the sound of the television James leafed through the diary Shanon had brought. A sort of meticulously controlled chaos pervaded her writing. Everything she saw fit to record was done so in it's proper place and color. Quite a bit involved the two of them. The last page was a detailed description of what he had asked her to write one week before. It was surprising. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Comment's and criticism are welcome and hoped for. And don't forget to vote. One Little World Ch. 10 This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch9, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or finally finishing with a running gag) is no more than a startling coincidence. * "Hello . . ." Shanon picked her head up. "Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?" She nodded and tried to wag her tail. It was gone. "Looking for this?" James tortured her with the tail for a while. Hanging it just above her head. As much as her devotion to him made Shanon willing to go through almost anything it was nothing compared to what she would do for her tail. He made her beg, grovel, jump, bark and expose herself. When she was panting on the floor James pretended to relent. "Alright. Come up on the bed, pet, I'll put your tail in." Watching his eyes as she bounced up onto the bed Shanon could see it wasn't going to be that simple. She felt the pressure of the tail's plug on her anus. Then, suddenly, it was gone. "Did you really think I was going to have you with your tail in while Tom is home?" Struck her playfully on the ass. "Now get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us. The clothing you will wear has been set out." Shanon nodded. James ruffled her hair and went downstairs, leaving Shanon's tail on the bed. The clothing James had selected was laid out on the dresser. She didn't give much thought to how her Master had clothing that was fitted for her. When she was dressed -- shorts, a shirt one size too small and nothing else -- Shanon stared at her tail. It couldn't hurt to just touch. She picked it up and thought about how it would feel inside of her. The joy of being a puppy, under her Master's control. Her fingers trembled. Putting down the tail Shanon fled downstairs. So close. So close to being a bad girl. She had to tell him that she had thought about disobeying anyway. A crestfallen Shanon stepped into the kitchen. Her breakfast seemed like an incredible gift after the previous night. Hopefully James wouldn't have to make a point like that again. She sank down in front of her bowl and ate silently, trying to avoid eye contact with James. There had to be a proper way to tell her Master that she had disobeyed him. James looked down at Shanon. She was hardly even making a mess, it was almost as though she had practiced eating from a food dish. But maybe she had. He pushed his chair back and poured milk into a glass for her, making a mental note to get a second bowl at some point. As he set it down next to her their eyes met for a moment. Shanon looked away as quickly as she could manage. "You look worried, pet. Speak." "After you left I thought about playing with my tail even thought I wasn't supposed to, sir." "Eyes up." She met his gaze reluctantly. James wasn't angry. Curious, perhaps, but far from angry. A weight lifted from Shanon. "I don't expect to control your every thought. It would be nice," he teased," but I'm trying to be a realist. There will only be punishment for disobedience. My puppy should have her own opinions. I mean, if you loved everything I did to you it wouldn't be nearly as much fun." He laughed good naturedly and perused the newspaper. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A little over an hour later they had finished breakfast. James was meticulously cleaning the house. Trying to talk Shanon out of doing the job for him had ended with her tied in a kneeling position on the ground. She was still watching him adjust flower arrangements and dust off everything. He was very particular about how everything should be. With an evil smile he turned to Shanon. "I read your fantasy last night, pet. We can do that pretty easily. If you're good enough you'll even get to enjoy it." She squirmed in her bonds but he just laughed and went back to what he had been doing. Five. Six. Seven minutes later he surveyed the living room. All was in order. James sat down next to Shanon. Grinning he pushed a finger inside her pussy and his thumb into her ass. His other hand moved up to her brush across her lips. With the ropes holding her in place Shanon couldn't struggle to gain -- or avoid -- stimulation. A nibble on her ear made sent shudders down her spine. "Having fun?" he whispered in her ear. Shanon nodded and was rewarded with some movement from her Master's fingers. "I'll bet you want to keep it that way. You're going to be a good girl in order to make sure that your Master doesn't have to interrupt to punish you. Is my puppy going to obey?" James let his comment hang as he diddled her, rocking back and forth. Shanon tried to think. The rocking motion was driving her insane. She couldn't even imagine refusing an order. Interrupting was the furthest thing from her mind. Obey. She wanted to make James happy and all she needed to do was be a good obedient puppy for him. Good girl. He didn't need an answer. Against her will Shanon's body strained at the ropes holding her back from her Master. "Stop struggling, pet." She obeyed but tried to plead with her eyes. It didn't work. It never worked. James loved to see her like that. He locked her in place with his eyes for a long time and watched her begging become more and more pitiable. A wink broke the connection. James slowly untied the bindings as he spoke. "I want to see a different expression on your face now. You know the one. It's the expression that I like to save for special occasions." James hummed contentedly. She had more than earned a reward yesterday. She knew what he was telling her. A chance to climax. After weeks of torment her Master was going to allow her release. Now free of the bindings she nuzzled gratefully against him. One light push tipped Shanon over and she dropped to the ground. James lifted her to her hands and knees. No tail. He couldn't fuck her without her tail in. That would be cruel. Gently, he closed her eyes. Tick. Tick. Tick. Every second tapped inside of her head. Tick. Tick. Tick. Shanon lost count all too soon. James had left her in the dark and the ticking. Every second. James returned soon but stayed silent. His puppy would be complete in just a moment. But he wanted to choose that moment on his own. Shanon know how to wait. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You will get to cum soon but that doesn't mean you don't need permission, pet. The tease will continue until I decide it ends just like always. If you are too weak you lose your tail until it is earned back." With those words he began to push Shanon's tail inside of her. James worked it in as slowly as he could. Twisting. Pushing. A bit in then pulling out. Shanon whined but otherwise stayed silent through it all. When she was finally complete again laced his finger into her hair. He pushed her head into the carpet. Holding her in place James teased her slit with the tip of his cock. Shanon moved her hips, trying to increase the penetration. James let her try for a long time, working herself into a near frenzy, before he pushed into her. Rather than the gentle lovemaking he usually employed to drive Shanon to the edge, James moved quickly. Admirably, Shanon held off for a long time. When she started to lose control James stopped. Still within her he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Cum for Master." The walls of her cunt tightened around him as she climaxed. Almost immediately James began moving again. Shanon wanted more. The feeling of being driven over the precipice by words alone was exquisite. He forced her to go longer this time but finally the words floated gently into her ear. "Cum for Master." The next time shorter. Then longer again. Still longer. Then far too short. Finally James switched positions and watched her eyes as they made love, slowly now. When her eyes were glassy, watching from afar, he whispered in her ear once more. "Cum for Master." She collapsed as James let his own climax overwhelm him. Pulling slowly out he lay her out on the carpet and examined her. Face flushed red with arousal. Chest heaving. Eyes still unfocused. Miniature spasms flitted through her. Mouth hung open. Stone hard nipples jutting upward. Sweat beaded on skin. Juices seeped out of her pussy. He could just about devour her. Instead he lay down beside his puppy and whispered sweet degradations in her ear. Such a good girl. No control at all. So obedient. Good little puppy-girl. "Stay, pet." James returned with a pencil and sketchbook. "Amazing the things one can find just lying around," he explained. "We have a while before lunch. Would you like to work on that drawing you were talking about yesterday, Shanon?" She nodded and took the offered paper. James sat down behind her and rested his head on her shoulder. He did his best not to distract her but the occasional finger somehow managed to work it's way down to her clit. The sketch took shape character by character. Father Odin. Radiant Balder. Mighty Thor. Steadfast Heimdall. Beautiful Sif. Clever Loki. Fierce Tyr. Behind them the world was as detailed as the gods themselves. James wondered what it would look like when she added color. Switching his attention James explored her face then moved his probing fingers down to feel her neck. Shanon moaned and dropped her pencil, her concentration had broken completely. Moving his hands down her arms James forced her pick the pencil back up. "But, sir . . ." "Hush. I didn't tell you to stop and I certainly didn't give you your voice back." "But there's nothing--" "Don't argue with me, pet. We both know you can't win. When it comes right down to it you want to be good." Playfully Shanon tried to escape but James wrapped an arm around her waist and pinched one nipple. "Don't try that. Stay and be good. Finish the picture for me." Shanon looked down at the paper in front of her. There was more to add. The assault on her body relaxed as James gave her room to sketch more. He smiled secretly and watched new characters come to life. An artist drawing artists. Life in black and white yet with the color everywhere. When Shanon put the pencil down again and looked at him James kissed her. "Good girl. I knew you could do it. Now it's time for lunch. I'll bring it in for you." He rubbed her pussy just to watch her head loll back. "Afterwards we can play the game you want to play." Lunch was a simple meal. As promised, James brought her bowl into the living room. While he ate James watched Shanon wriggle around and lap up the milk he had poured for her. When he finished his food James took hold of his pet's pony tail and pulled her head back. She looked up at him, mouth hanging open in a huge smile. "Time to eat." James gave Shanon a tiny smile as he released her and picked up a scrap of food from his plate. He fed it to her as he massaged her cunt. She took the entire meal like that, interrupted only by the occasional torturous presence of James' hands. With lunch finished James pushed the vibrator inside of Shanon once more. It took a few minutes to position her correctly. Kneeling. One hand on the virbrator. Head down. Tail displayed. "We will play your game. But it will be on my terms. Now," he switched on the vibrator, "you're going to be desperate in about ten minutes. Five minutes, maybe a little more, after that we'll start." James didn't touch her for twenty five minutes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The preparations were simple enough. James tied her as he had in the morning, thought a bit more tightly. A few surreptitiously gathered toys completed the ensemble. The haze that Shanon's forced masturbation had left her in began to lift and Shanon struggled against the bindings. She had asked for it but with the actual torment so close at hand she couldn't help but be scared. "Do. Not. Struggle." She stopped. "Good girl. Now say what you want." "Please take away some of my senses, sir." James shook his head with a smile. "Be specific." "Please make it so I don't know what's coming next, sir." "Say that in a better way for me." "Yes, sir. I want to be helpless." She breathed. "That's you fantasy? To be helpless and at the mercy of someone who wants to toy with you mind and body?" James teased mercilessly. "I really do think that will be fun." "Ye--" James put his finger to her lips and blindfolded her. The headphones -- Tom had bought them to use on plane rides but they never got much use -- slipped over Shanon's ears. Silence. Darkness. Steel. Shanon gasped sharply as the flat of one of James' knives pressed against her. Cold metal on warm flushed skin. She didn't move. James could do whatever he liked now. That was what they both wanted. The blade shifted. Tip hovering over skin. Just enough to feel it. James moved it around. Line. Cross. Circle. Time passed and he patterns became more and more complex. Each new design covered more of her body. Still James kept the touch light. So light that it distracted every other thought until Shanon gave up and focused on the motion of the touch. When he retracted the blade some time later Shanon tensed. Alone again. She almost wanted the terrifying presence of the knife again. But she didn't move. Just beyond the edge of darkness James was smiling. Shanon hadn't flinched in the slightest. The fear wasn't gone -- he laughed at his own delight in that -- but she was still obedient. Absently he rubbed Shanon's body, admiring it in his own way. It was her game right now. Her fantasy. Helpless. He could do that. The slightest touch forced Shanon to part her legs. From his vantage point James could see tiny heaving of her chest and the pink flush of her skin. The tiny nubs of her nipples were standing at attention. A hard pinch greeted them. Shanon twitched at the pain. It didn't stop. Either had James refused to relax his grip or he had put clamps on. The answer came as a pair of finger spread her nether lips. Something moist and enthusiastic joined them. James' tongue. He'd never done that before, but he knew her body so well that it hardly seemed to matter. As James continued pain and pleasure seemed to blur then mix. Time faded. James refused to relent. Stroking her breasts, legs, face. Her Master tugged at the clamps on her nipples. A unwilling squeal slipped past parted lips. James' tongue returned to it's exploration. Probing within her mouth then back to her pussy. Shanon's body became a sea of ecstasy. She knew that just beyond the edge of darkness James was enjoying her body. His body. Light flooded back into her world. She blinked at the silent world before her. Hands returned her to darkness again. They slid away to return sound to the world. The first sound of the rebuilt world. "What do you want, pet?" "Nothing . . ." "Too bad." The clamps released. Shanon's back arched as the blood flow returned to her nipples. Strong hands massaged and soothed her. When her panting form had relaxed Shanon felt her Master's hands spin her around. "Still helpless?" James didn't wait for an answer. None was needed. They both knew she was. He eased himself inside of her and stopped to adjust his gaze, drowning Shanon in his eyes. Rocking in and out of her slightly James gave her an impish smile. He lay her flat on the carpet and began in earnest. Below him Shanon's eyes rolled back in her head. After all that she was holding back from climax. James stroked her neck sympathetically and whispered praise in her ear. When he had finished James lay down next to his pet. He stroked her hair and wiped away tears of frustration. She smiled at him through heavy lidded eyes. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The next morning James sat on his bed staring at his sleeping puppy. One day with her had shattered every bit of resolve he had. She should leave. They had only know each other for a little over a month. It wasn't right for her to stay with him. All he had to do was tell her it was time to go. There really wasn't the slightest chance he could do it. One month. A few conversations on the phone. They hardly should hardly know one another. But they did. Shanon was curled up at the foot of the bed snuggling her blankets. Tail. Collar. Leash. Happy. Safe. Warm. If she asked to stay he was going to cave. James buried his head in his hands to stifle a laugh. He was supposed to be her Master. Shanon was leashed to the bed with a tail hanging from her ass. She was the one with the collar on. She was the one who let him tie her up. She was the one who was punished for disobedience. He was supposed to be her Master. A sharp tug on her hair brought Shanon into the waking world. James was looking at her strangely, like he couldn't decide whether to be angry or kiss her. He simply let go of her hair. "Shanon," his voice kept a practiced meter, "I won't . . . order you to go home today. If you really want to stay here you have permission." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tom came downstairs for breakfast. As he poured himself a bowl of cereal Shanon's smiling face appeared below the table. It had taken two weeks but Tom had finally managed not to jump at the sight. He shook his head. James was reading the paper and pretending to ignore Shanon. Surreal. That was the only word to describe it. Tom had never thought that introducing James and Shanon would end up like this. But it had clearly been good for all involved. Except maybe for Tom, he was trying his best not to break out laughing. They made such an incredibly cute couple. He took his breakfast into the living room and sat down to eat. There didn't seem to be anything good on TV. Tom switched it off let his eyes drift around the room until they settled on the visage of painted gods. Only a couple were ones he recognized. Odin. Thor. Below the painting was a single red rose in a vase. A pattern of grass was etched into the flawless glass. Small beads at the bottom sparkled like ice. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Well this winds up One Little World. I hope you've had as much fun reading as I have had writing. There are certainly more stories to tell about these characters and I do plan on getting around to telling them (though probably not in ten part stories that prevent me from getting enough sleep).