0 comments/ 25646 views/ 1 favorites Leash By: SexSweetheart In order to prepare his slut for his evening pleasure he started with the slut's pussy. He placed a ball gag in her mouth to prevent her from using her safe word just yet. Next he used leather neck and wrist restraints with her arms held behind her back. He then put his slut on a wooden chair adequate to support her ass but very uncomfortable. The seat is just wide enough that if the slut wiggled too much she would fall off the chair. Attached to the four chair legs were four poles that he would attach her wrist and ankles to as needed. This time he suspended the slut's ankles with leather cuffs attached to adjustable chains which would allow them to be high enough to open her legs wide. Her legs were spread open sufficiently for him to use the fabric cat-o-nine tails against the slut's pussy, since only the slut's ankles were attached to the poles. Her back was held on to the chair with several leather straps to keep the slut from falling totally off and her body landing hard on the floor. This in itself made her even more uncomfortable with her arms between her back and the hard wooden chair. At first he tickled her pussy with the ends of the tails and made his slut smile and giggle. After a few moments of this he started to strike it against the slut's pussy in an easy crisscross over motion. As time passed the slut began to flinch with pain causing him to smile devilishly with each assault against the reddening skin. His smile made her feel uncomfortable yet it was turning her on regardless of what was happening to her because she was starting to reach the edges of subspace. Despite the pain she was feeling, he noticed little drops of moisture dripping between her lips. When the slut started to wiggle, several times she almost slipped off the chair, and his response was to lift her up by putting a dildo on a long stick which he pushed into the pussy with ease to center her ass back on the chair. He thrust the dildo in and out several times making her smile with delight, plus she became wetter and begun to squirm even more, as he sensed her urge toward her first orgasm of the day. He went back to using the cat-o-nine tails to stop the oncoming orgasm. After he finished preparing her pussy lips, he released her ankles from the chains leaving the cuffs on because they were still needed for what comes next. With her legs on the floor on each side of the chair he removed the leather straps around her body. She was sore and it took several steps in order for her to walk on her own over to the whipping pony. At the whipping pony she did a little stretch to help relax the kink in her lower back. As she moved her upper body, he attached her ankles to the pony before bending her over. He finally released her wrists from the restraints that held them behind her back and he removed the whole collar device from her neck as well. Once the slut's wrists were free he attached them to the legs of whipping pony. He went over to his wall of disciplinary devices to decide which one to use on the slut this time. Would he use the items the slut hated the most -- bull whip, riding crop, or twelve inch slapper with holes. Maybe something he hasn't tried on the slut yet -- one of his heavy leather devices such as the thirty inch braided flogger / cat-o-nine tails, a leather extreme punishment strap, or maybe the rounded paddle with holes . . . He looked over at his slut and saw her watching him upside down. He saw the horror in her eyes as he approached the strict leather devices. This pleased him to see the horror as he made his choice. He considered the fact that she was still new to being a slut, and was willing to do almost anything for him. He finally picked the thirty inch braided cat-o-nine tails as he took it off the wall. Taking it in his hand he whipped it against the wall a couple of times to watch her flinch at the sound the flogger made striking the brick. As he moved over to the whipping pony he heard a loud rumble just before he brushed his fingers over her unmarked ass. With a broad smile he admired the blank canvas he was about to mark. She wiggled and giggled from his feathery touches as he tickled her ass. Watching his slut he noticed fluid dripping down the insides of her thighs. 'Very nice, she's getting turned on,' he thought with the motion of his arm in an upward motion in order to bring the flogger down for the first of a dozen strikes he planned to give the slut's pure white ass. With each strike the slut moaned in pain, with each additional strike her moans became more disagreeable. If it wasn't for the ball gag she would have been screaming out the agreed upon safe word but he didn't believe in safe words when he was breaking in a new slut. He knew just how far to take his action before stopping, and when he was finished he caressed his handy work with delight as the ass beneath his fingers wiggled to be free of his touch. At the touch of his fingertips he felt the heat from the welts that had grown in a crisscross fashion. He knew that even the slightest touch to either the slut's ass or pussy which had been abused would cause pain to be shot through the slut's nervous system. The slut's skin was tender even when he breathed on it ever so lightly. As he removed his slut from the whipping pony, first he freed her ankles since he feared if he released the wrist first she might slip off and fall on the floor. He might be a little cruel; but he didn't like to be overly harsh to his slut. Harming her would make her worthless to him and herself. As he released her wrists, he helped her to stand up and supported her entire weight in his strong arms as she could barely walk. He considered watching her crawl with her lovely marked ass slowly moving across the floor knowing it would be a major turn on for him. He didn't want to get that turned on yet, there were a few more things to be done before this evening's pleasure. He placed his slut on the floor on the bedding he had laid out for her, allowing her to lay down on her side. He could see she was weak from the day's activities thus far. He left the dungeon long enough to get her something to eat and drink. In his kitchen he got Manhattan clam chowder and a bottle of cold water. Upon his return he put some lotion on her sore red ass to help the ass to heal properly, and then he sat her up leaning against his strong warm masculine body. She wiggled on the bedding trying to get comfortable in order to eat what he brought for her. She smiled for him as her hand caressed his bare muscular leg; her touch was light and feathery to him. He saw the small amount of pleasure that this gave her and it pleased him. When they were both settled into their positions next to each other he handed her the cup of soup. Slowly she drank from the cup then with the spoon she ate the contents of the soup. When she was finished, he allowed her to drink some of the cool water. When she was fed, he helped her up to go to the bath room to permit her to refresh herself as he watched; when she tried to get up she leaned on the sink next to the toilet to help herself up. With two large footsteps he was at her side helping her to stand up and they walked back to the nest on the floor. Before he decided to have something to eat he laid her down on her side. With his fingers he worked her pussy to a nice juicy wetness which he used to coat the first dildo that went into her ass. Once she was dripping even more he pushed a second one into his slut's pussy. The vibrators were attached to a computer program that would change the speed of the vibration from slow to extremely fast and back down the scale before going back up the scale. Sometimes the vibrators were at the same speed and other times they were at opposite ends of the scale. In order to keep the dildos inside the appointed areas he used bondage tape to bind the slut's legs together. He started at the ankles and moved up the legs until her ass cheeks were enclosed inside the bondage tape. When he taped her up it was tight enough to keep her legs together, yet lose enough to not cut off her circulation. In addition to the dildo vibrators he got out a set of vibrating nipple cups that covered just the large light brown nipples of her breast. He lay down next to her to caress her large breast with his strong fingers as they moved around the circumference of her breast. These simple movements caused her eyes to close and take in a deep breath at the ecstasy she was receiving from his pleasurable touch. He shifted his body to place his tongue over the right nipple licking it causing it to be moist enough to place the first vibrating nipple cup on and watched as the suction cup pull the nipple in. Once it was secure he started to work on the left breast and heard her moan in total delight as the second cup was attached. These were also attached to the computer program and would be on the entire time as the dildos were working on the slut's lower erotic entrance ways. Before he left the training dungeon he turned the lights out and turned on the stereo system with sounds of dozens of woman moaning in pure pleasure. This cd played over and over again in a loop making the slut hornier from the sounds of other females getting what she couldn't have. The slut was attached to the dildos and vibrating nipple cups for two and half hours making her totally lost in subspace only caring what was happening to the body and mind that was no longer at her command but his. He owned her even more now than he did this morning when she woke up. After the cd of moans changed to just pleasant music and he turned off the vibrators, and he watched his slut's body still jerking. The slut was still reacting as if she was attached to the computer program. About an hour later he removed just enough of the tape to allow both dildos to come out of their hiding places. This helped the slut to relax a little bit more before he cut the tape down the middle and removed all of it. Not ready for her to be totally free he attached a pair of ankle cuffs to his slut's legs. Having a few other things to do, he let the slut's body rest for a couple of hours before his evening pleasures would begin. ************* By the time he had finished bathing and preparing his own six foot six inch frame, his cock was at an impressive fourteen inches long and as thick as four inches wide. He found his slut sound asleep in the dark dungeon. He smiled at her five foot six inch frame with a nice amount of meat on her bones, and liked the fact that her breasts were a pleasantly large 44DD. Once she was freed of the ankle cuffs he took her into the shower to allow her to clean and freshen up his slut's body. He sat in his comfortable chair across from the shower and watched her wash her body and hair. He thought the next time; he would take a shower with her, allowing her to wash his body from top to bottom. After what happened to his slut today, she wouldn't have been in condition to prepare him for his own pleasures, but he daydreamed of the day she could take anything he dished out. He knew in a few more weeks of this training she would have the strength and then he might consider giving her an evening of pleasure. He liked to pamper his slut just a little after what she had given him earlier in the day. When she was finished with the shower he patted her body dry then had her kneel and sit on her ankles with her back to him. This allowed him to do one of the things he enjoyed, rub her hair dry before brushing it out. Once they were finished in the shower area, he walked her over on unsteady legs to the bed that he would use this evening. Now that the slut's body was prepared for the evening pleasure of her master, he placed her on the edge of the bed to put on the necessary equipment for the next step. He attached a three inch collar that kept her neck stable while being used for pleasure. The collar had a leash attached to it that lay on the bed as he waited to enter his slut's passage of pleasures. With her butt supported by several hard boards with a thin pillow between her bare ass and the boards, her ankles were restrained with two and quarter inch wide leather cuffs with padding around the edges. Her ankles had been pulled up so her ass was several inches above the pillow. Her wrists were cuffed with the same leather cuffs and were attached to the bed post above her head. From where he stood at the foot of bed his slut was stretch out in a perfect letter X. In her bare ass was a six inch long and one and half inch thick rubber covered fleece leather dildo flogger. Once the dildo was in place the leather strips dangled down to the pillow below the slut's well-disciplined ass. It was an interesting look to have her legs up in the air and the contrast of white skin with redden pussy lips that were wet with the nectar he enjoyed tasting. He was pleased with what he saw with the black leather strips on the sky blue sheet and pillow case, and he enjoyed watching her straining against the cuffs even though the leather was hard on her skin. The slut's pussy lips were tender to the touch and the ass was striped with red welts. He used the tip of his index finger to trace the length of her leg causing large goose bumps to follow the trail of his fingertips. His feathery touch got her full attention and she wiggled in anticipation for him to enter inside her master's own pussy. This ride he was about to take was for his total pleasure and not hers. The slut's body was just a tool that he would use to get the satisfaction he had worked up the desire for all day. It would also teach the slut who was totally in control of what happened to her now and in the future. From the floor of the bed he moved up between his slut's legs until he was in the correct position to enter her wet pussy. To make sure her pussy would be an easy slide for his own desire, he let his fingers work their magic. Once his fingers were inside her pussy lips they caused her entire body to squirm with delight at his teasing touch. When he pulled his fingers out they were coated with her honey nectar that he licked off his fingers as she watched. He took his enlarged cock an entered with ease. Next he leaned over the slut's body to grab hold of the leash, which he wrapped it around his wrist and arm before he braced himself for his ride of pure pleasure. Both his hands kneaded her breasts as his cock drove deep and deeper into the body he owned. His enormous engorged tool pounded harder, as his weight shifted more and more onto his hands, pressing heavier on her breasts. The slut was sore; her chest felt like a ton of weight was on it. But the slut wouldn't say anything knowing he wouldn't listen to her anyway. Her moans of pleasure slowly turned into screams of pain. The more she screamed the harder he pounded and he heard the sounds which weren't acceptable this evening. He shifted his weight totally on one hand, not breaking his rhythm to back hand her across her face. Not once but twice without a word spoken. The slut could only see the large smile of pure pleasure he was having at her expense. She knew if he heard the safe word, it was over and she wanted to endure anything for her master. Putting his hand back on her tit he grabbed her nipple between two of his strong long fingers to squeeze as his weight shifted on to that hand. He freed a hand and took the end of the leash to belt her across the tits with it. With the second blow he thrust into her for the last time exploding his Master rights into the slut owned body. Once his body stopped jerking from his release he fell on top of her. He was exhausted and his dead weight remained there for what seem like an eternity to the slut. She wanted him off of her, because his large muscular body was cutting off her ability to breathe with ease. Her body burned with pain as if it was on fire. It was one of those times; her Master took her body with the only idea of causing her unmentionable pain to remind her of what she was becoming. At these times, he wanted her to remember who owned her body, heart, soul and mind. He didn't move off her body totally as his exhausted body rested against the slut's. He only shifted his body enough for his head to rest on her sore tits and just went to sleep right there. As he felt asleep he thought of his overall goal, he wanted to lease her body out to some of his more demanding friends. They were looking for a slightly plump bitch that could take a cock up the pussy or ass that could be fifteen inches long and up to four inches in diameter. With time her pussy and ass would learn to be able to take any cock even when the slut was bone dry. May 2011 Would like to thank my editors for all their help. Leash Journey I am a bad puppy, coming to my Master without real training, or real devotion to the task of being a good dog. He took me for a walk in his fenced garden my first day, and I was very bad indeed. I picked up a flower I thought was pretty and handed it to him. Master was quick to point out the error of my action. Dogs didn't pick flowers. They might smell them or eat them, but the did not pick them up and say 'how pretty.' Master spanked me with a plastic rod until I cried and then walked me back into the house, to think about my foolishness in my cage. I was still crying, watching his perfect leather form walk away. I had been a very bad dog, and had a lot of time to do my penance. Why was I naked, with a red bottom, crying in a cage? I was a puppy-girl, or wanted to be. I had met Master at a party and told him some of my fantasies, how hot I got when wearing a collar and leash, playing in a cage, drinking from bowls on the floor. I liked being a dog. It was really kinky. Master said he could help me truly fulfill my desire. I had no idea just how very much I had to learn, or what I would become when Master had completed my training. I whimpered when he left, my eyes following his tight ass as he walked out of the room, shutting and locking the door. I was alone, in my cage, with just a bowl of water for comfort. I was naked except for the collar, harsh leather around my throat, attached my a short chain lead to the top of the cage. I certainly couldn't stand up, or even comfortably sit up, and didn't have enough slack to really turn around. I hated that he had left me. I knew I had done wrong, had done something human when I was supposed to be a dog, but this seemed unfair. My ass cheeks stung, and that at least I was happy about, though I was used to a good spanking being foreplay. I wanted sex. I didn't want to be alone. I had been drawn to my new Master since I first saw him, looking like a cool ad for leather at Ted's party. He reminded me of an actor I used to fantasize about, and I had practically drooled on myself. Thick brown hair, gorgeous eyes, calling them brown just didn't do them justice, more like a warm golden honey. He had a slim build, muscled like a basketball player, and every bulge and curve had been hugged by soft black leather. I soaked my panties before even speaking with him. I craved him, as a woman and as a slave, and needed him like air. I came here wanting to prove I was a good dog, that I could fulfill him as much as my lowly status allowed. Led by my pussy, I would do anything, be a bitch in heat or a playful puppy, to please him. It should have been obvious, that I was really a good mutt. So why hadn't he stayed here with me, where I could show off my obedience? I would have far preferred a whipping to being stuck here alone. I sighed, trying to get comfortable on my knees, and whimpered again. I thought about my misbehavior, seeing it a stupid mistake, but I had never had anyone object like that when I forgot myself. It was a game, a hot sexy game. I crawled and barked and licked and whined and then fucked however my Master pleased. My new Master seemed to have other ideas. I was a dog, but apparently not good enough this time around. What could I have done differently? Would I still be with him if I hadn't liked that flower? Would I even now be licking his feet, or prancing for him, or getting a taste of a paddle? I smiled at the lovely thought. I ground my ass against the cage, shivering and moaning. I was so hot, and only my Master could put out this fire, could give me what I needed. I was going to be a better dog, and not forget myself again. I was a sub, and would trust that Master knew what was best for me, whether I liked it or not. He said I needed training, and I did want so much to be his puppy-girl slave. I had asked Marcie about him before agreeing to meet with him, and she had assured me he had a good reputation, was pretty popular, and developed some very good slaves. I had even talked to one on the phone. She had seemed pretty sad, but had glowed in her adoration of her former Master. So here I was. Waiting. And thinking. And trying to think about anything other than my burning clit. I had experience as a slave, and knew that pleasing myself without permission would get me punished. If all I expected was a whipping or a great spank, I would have done it. But being locked in this cage, in the dark empty room for hours on end, this I did not like. I spent an uneasy night chained to the cage. I was angry at first, wanting to yell that I be let out, but dogs didn't yell, and I hadn't really thought I'd be left alone that long. I was wrong. Eventually, sleep and tears overcame me. I moaned fitfully, yanked awake every time I tried to turn, or roll over. I was stiff and achy and exhausted. My dog collar was just not going to let me rest, and sheer frustration drew me to take it off. A cardinal sin among slaves, to remove the collar, but if he was going to leave me down here, I just had to get some sleep. I unbuckled it, rubbing my strained neck, and sighed. Finally. I curled up as comfortable as I could and passed out. I slept fitfully, having a few nightmares about being chained in a cave, or beaten and then left down a very dark hole. I woke up shivering, sore, and feeling really stupid. How had I gotten into this? My Master was supposedly this great Dom, this paragon of training. What good could it do to have made me sleep like this? I was apparently in it pretty deep, as the refilled water bowl and some oatmeal in another red bowl showed that someone had been down here. Which made me realize that I was out of my collar, and somebody knew about it. I moaned, knowing I was really in trouble, and got back up on my knees. I put my collar back on, again trapped on my short lead, but the damage was done. Why hadn't I been punished already? Or was still being in this cage my punishment? There was no clock in the room, and my watch was wherever my clothes had gone, so I had no idea what time it was. I lapped at my water, and then ate the cold oatmeal, getting the mess all over my chin as I ate dog fashion. After breakfast, I looked around my cell, which seemed to be an overgrown closet made into a torture den. Something that looked like a homemade rack took up an entire corner in between stacks of boxes and bundles of old newspaper. A stock with a padlock had a brace for locking head and wrists, as well as cuffs along a bar at the bottom to spread the legs. Hooks and rings were set in the right wall at intervals for chains and shackles. I could imagine myself strung up there, blindfolded and being flogged, and it was an arousing thought. I didn't know how long I sat there, tucked like a good dog, playing scenarios in my head until I got restless. I was feeling cramped and starting to get bored. I wanted to play. I wanted to get out and crawl and prove I was a good girl and would please Master. I didn't want to be punished anymore. After an eternity, I heard footsteps outside the door, then a key in a lock. My heart was hammering and I started to whimper and clamber about in the cage. Master! Oh please let me out. He opened the door and walked into my cell, causing me to frown. He was wearing blue jeans and a gray pullover. He still looked gorgeous, but it was not an outfit I had ever seen him in. Weren't we going to play? He didn't say anything as he took hold of the lead, jerking me up close to the cage bars and holding me there, my face pressed roughly against the metal. I didn't even squeak, afraid of doing something wrong. I was confused, sore, and I really wanted out. This didn't feel like a game anymore. He reached towards one of the shelves and brought down a heavy braided leather leash, laying it on the cage as he unhooked the short lead from my collar. He released his hold on me to bend down and unlock the cage, then flung the door wide. "Out!" I hesitated, seeing anger in his eyes, in the stiff way he towered over me, and shook my head. It was a mistake. He grabbed my collar and yanked me forward, scraping my knees and dumping me on the floor. I moaned, shaking with fear now, staring up at him as he fastened the leash to the ring on my collar and then jerked on it. I cried and get on my knees, terrified now and wondering what I'd gotten myself into. I shivered, wanting to stretch my legs but not daring to move. He slapped the end of the leash across my backside and I winced. "Are you useless, cur?" He slapped my ass even harder, the smack of flesh loud and the sting more intense than I liked. Why wasn't he building up to it? Why was he striking so hard? "Don't you know anything about being a dog?" He struck both of my cheeks, setting my skin on fire and likely raising welts. It hurt so much I started crying. "Haven't you learned anything?" Harder and harder and I was fighting not to wail, to scream. I would be a good dog. I wouldn't make any more mistakes. Please, just give me another chance! "Do you mean to waste the time I would give you in my service? Taking you from useless mongrel to a pleasing and well-trained slave?" I whined, wanting to yell, to tell him anything. "Speak mutt! Answer your Master." "Please," I whispered, "I'm a good dog. I'll do anything." "Bark," he commanded. I barked. I yipped and woofed and barked as I had never barked before. "Stretch." I tried to stand up and he lashed me across the ass again, then put a foot hard into my back to shove me back onto all fours. "You are a puppy-girl, and puppies don't stand. Now stretch." I was whimpering now, humiliation and confusion almost choking me, but I did what I was told. I stayed on my knees and stretched first one leg and then the other, lifting them high, and then arched my back while reaching my arms out as far as I could. Tears rolled down my face. My ass felt red and raw. "Are you an obedient puppy-girl?" I swallowed the automatic yes, and barked instead, hoping I sounded positive and devoted. I liked the paddle, but that leash was a little too much and I didn't want it again. "Then why did you take off your collar?" I froze. Oh no. "Master ..." He jerked on the leash, dragging my across the floor. "Puppies don't speak without permission. Puppies do not remove their collars under any circumstances." He dragged me over to the stocks and I whined. I didn't see the paddle. I didn't think I was going to get a spanking, but another lashing. He yanked me to my feet, unlocking the brace on the stock, and then shoved my head down across the hard wood. I panicked as he put my wrists into the groves and then shut the thing, locking it tight over my neck. I was trapped. I wiggled, struggling a bit as he gripped my ankles and pulled my legs apart. "Please, Master," I begged, tears blurring my eyes, "This just isn't turning me on anymore." I wasn't in the mood for this kind of thing and I wanted to go home. "Not turning you on," he sneered, closing the cuffs securely around my ankles. "Do you really think that that is what this is all about? That a little play and getting off is the goal of training? Oh no, miss wannabe a puppy-girl. You came here to become a dog, a well heeled dog-slave, not remain some second rate ill-used cur. I am Master here, and it is my pleasure that's important, and it pleases me to show you the real meaning of being a puppy-slave. Just as you desired." He rattled the stock to ensure I was truly stuck, and then walked towards the door. I watched him go, admiring his ass even as I cried. He was going leave me like this. I opened my mouth to beg, but fear held me. What could I say that would get me out of this mess? I had signed a contract, agreeing to training to be a better doggy, a more seasoned slave. Master had a good reputation and I had felt so at ease with him, so sure he would not hurt me as others had, that I hadn't negotiated a safe word. What would I need it for? I would be trained, taught whatever I needed to know to be a prized slave, and have even more fun. I had worked in the usual precautions, that I not be injured in any permanent fashion, denied any of the basics, passed around to any other Master, or shared with any slaves. I wasn't into water sports, bloodplay, or a lot of the extreme bondage, and had stated it all in the contract. I had agreed to his stipulations of obedience and commitment to my training until he agreed I was ready to venture forth, new and improved. I was on summer vacation and had let my family and friends know I was going on a 'holiday' and left numbers with Marcie for emergencies. And then I had come to him. I had well and truly screwed myself. It had seemed like such a good idea, and Master was so very hot. There had been nothing in the contract about sex, but as he had been hard while signing it, I was sure that we would have some hot times together. This had not turned out at all like I had planned. He returned with a paddle and something bulky in a shopping bag. He sat the bag down on the floor and something inside made a clanking sound as it tipped over. I stared at the paddle with the first hope of the morning and panted with anticipation. Maybe I hadn't been completely wrong after all. He moved directly in front of me, holding the paddle before my face. "Do you want to be spanked, slave?" I tried to nod but couldn't, with the wood slat keeping my pinned, so I barked instead. That seemed to be the right answer. He pressed the paddle against my mouth. "Kiss." I kissed the paddle, feeling a tingle between my legs. This was more like it. "Good slaves get spanked, just so. You want to be a good slave." It didn't sound like a question but I barked my best affirmative anyway. I would be a good girl, so long as he didn't leave me down here again. Master laughed, deep and rich. "Assume the position." I smiled. I was already in the position and we both knew it. My head held down, ass outthrust, legs spread over a foot apart. This was going to feel so good. I was already getting wet. His hand moved softly over my ass cheeks, still stinging from the leash. I shivered. Then sighed as the paddle was lightly applied, first to one cheek, and then the other. Back and forth, and then striking both, little taps, fleshy pats, growing to more meaty smacks. Oh yes. I moaned, shuddering, feeling every spank as though a jolt to my clit, as though nerves in my tender paddled flesh ran to my pussy and turned my knees to jelly. Each swing was a breath over my engorged lips, like a sigh that tickled all the way inside, drawing heat that began to build towards a glorious tempo. Master gave my ass a final whack that made me cry out, and then turned the paddle to tease the edge between my legs, rubbing it brusquely over my lips and clit. I shivered, so hot and horny, and wanted to beg him to use something else on me. "Are you a good puppy?" I barked and panted. Oh please, please, I have to come. I'll be such a good girl, the best slave girl. "Are you ready to start your training?" I frowned. Training? I barked, as that was what he wanted, but I had hesitated and he saw it. He pulled the paddle away and I moaned. I was drenched. I wanted to get off, not jump through hoops. "As I said, good slaves get spanked, but only good dogs get to really enjoy it. And you are not a good dog yet." Master moved away and I stared after him, gaping. He wasn't going to get me off? He was going to leave me like this? Frustration brought tears to my eyes again. "Master -" "I didn't give you permission to speak." He sounded angry. He picked up the shopping bag and brought two objects out of it, a heavy looking metal collar with a padlock and what looked like burlap underwear with a metal crotch. I gasped. It was some kind of chastity belt. I whined and tried to shake my head, but couldn't move that much. "Master please. Can't we -" "Silence. Would you like to spend the day in the stock?" I gaped at him, shivering with horror. He really would leave me like this! But that contraption would be just as bad, giving no relief at all. How could he be this cruel? Master shook his head very sadly. "I thought you understood, and wanted more than just a scene or two. You agreed to the training, and that is what you will get, but you are only making it harder on yourself. You will see, and I will get a good slave out of you. I uphold my end of obligations." I struggled to no avail, slowly going numb as I realized just what I had done. He was a true Master, and had taken me at my word. I had agreed, without thinking that anything this serious would happen. I was stuck, and he was making sure I knew it. He unlocked my ankles and lifted one foot at a time, sliding the uncomfortable thing up my legs, snugly over my sopping pussy. It felt weird, something between a leather bikini and a diaper, but the partially open crotch was cold, an assault on my flaming lips. It only had panels on the front and sides, leaving my ass bare. Master unlocked the brace on the stock and pulled me down on my knees with the leash. He took off the stiff collar and replaced it with the metal one, locking it with finality. He reattached the leash and tugged again. I was too shocked to do anything but crawl after him. He pointed to my cage and I didn't protest, too afraid of anything worse happening. I was miserable, and let him know it by whining as I crawled inside. He didn't fasten the leash to the cage, just locked me inside it. Maybe he figured I was going to be uncomfortable enough. I hadn't gone to the bathroom yet, and that occurred to me as he left the room, locking the door. I curled up into a ball and cried. My pussy ached. My ass stung. My pride was more than bruised. How was I going to get out of this? I had signed my life over, at least for a reasonable training period, not to exceed the two months remaining before I went back to school again. I lay there and cried, and thought, and wailed, and thought. There was really only one thing I could do. Accept my training, be a damned good dog, and get out of this cage. I was a slave, being a dog should not be so difficult, I got off by playing one all the time. That seemed to be Master's point, that all I had done previously was play, and that time was over. I stared miserably out of my cage, the collar heavy on my neck, and moaned. I had been bad, and I was being punished. I had forgotten my place, and had disappointed my Master. I felt sick over the whole morning. I replayed his words, his promise to get a good slave out of me, and decided I was going to do my best, to be that slave, and never be punished like this again. I hated being alone. When he had whipped me with the leash, at least he had been here. I couldn't stand this. I howled, long and miserably, and cried again. I had to do better. I had to! I thought of all the ways I could make amends, to show that I had learned my errors, that I repented my misdoing. If he would only let me out, I would be so good, so obedient and not act human at all. If he would just let me out, I would make him proud to own me. I knew he had trained several other slaves, and I was going to put them all to shame. I would shine and be such a puppy-girl that he would never want me far from him, that I alone would have his time and be worthy of wearing his collar. There would be no better dog anywhere. I was done crying and started feeling determined. I would lay here like a good dog, and I would bark and not talk, I would do all the doggy things I enjoyed or whatever else Master asked of me. Just please let me out. My pussy was still buzzing, a low almost painful throb, and I tried to ignore it, tried to think of ways to pass my time. I accepted the reality of my cage, in this room, and pictured myself chained to the wall again. I relived the spanking in my mind and imagined it going on and on until I passed out from pleasure.