5. Spaniels
Springer
"Do you need help finding anything?"
Joan was a sweet, older, Welsh lady. She didn't deserve having to deal with a couple of horny idiots.
But every sub needs a good collar, right?
We bought our first collar off the bad website. It was cheap, and flimsy, and just a little too tight (almost like they design sex collars with women’s necks in mind). We could do better. But we weren't quite ready to go full fetish shop; a bit too pricey for a couple of enthusiastic beginners.
"What about an actual dog collar? Like, from a pet shop." Not a terrible idea. "Besides, pet collars are made to last."
Which is how we ended up bothering Joan.
"Hi, yeah. We're looking for a nice leather collar for my, um…" Sophie glanced at me, and I think my heart stopped, "for my ‘sweet boy’. Something sturdy, but soft? If that makes sense."
"I can certainly help you with that," said Joan, "what breed is your boy?"
"Err…" I was drawing a blank on dog breeds. "Spaniel?"
Sophie tried not to laugh, "he's a mutt, really. Big boy."
The pet shop had a fine selection of leather collars, "but if you're looking for something soft," Joan explained, "these canvas collars might be the better option?" Nah, we were traditionalists.
"This one's nice," Sophie held up a thick black collar, "what do you think, baby?" It had red accent stitching, and was lined on the inside with a matching, smooth red leather that felt like it would be comfortable to wear. The size looked okay. It'd probably need breaking in, but it looked promising.
"Wonderful choice, very modern. Let me check if we have it in a smaller size." Joan wandered off to the backroom.
Sophie glanced around, no-one else about. "Come 'ere…" she whispered. We ducked behind a shelf, and she held the collar around my neck. "How does it feel?"
My heart was beating like crazy. It felt… surprisingly comfortable. "Yeah, it's good. It feels good. We should get it. I think."
She looked so pleased, "it really suits you," she said with a kiss. I felt like I was going to pass out. How could she just say something like that?
"I found this one…" Joan's voice came floating back. Sophie jerked the collar away from my neck, tried to act casual. "…It's slightly different, but it should be a better fit for a spaniel."
"Oh… thanks!" Dear God, please don't let me get an erection in front of this nice lady! "But we, um, we measured it, and…" what was I even saying?
"This one's perfect!" Sophie jumped in.
"Are you sure, love?" Joan tilted her head. "I hope you’re not over-feeding your dog."
We picked out a leash to match - a chain with a black leather handle. "And can we get a personalised tag?" Sophie asked.
"Of course! What name would you like on it?"
"The name'sh 'Bond'," I said in my worst Scottish accent. Joan liked that.
Sophie rolled her eyes, "can't take him anywhere."
"I've put the receipt in the bag, in case you need to exchange it for a smaller one." Joan was a treasure. "Thank you, my loves. Please give Bond a treat from me."
King Charles
IF LOST RETURN TO SOPHIE…
Wearing a collar feels like devotion. It's a symbol of submission, sure. But it's also a symbol of ownership. And ownership doesn't mean control, it means responsibility. Wearing someone's collar means having someone who cares for you.
"Come along, 'Bond'…"
Of course, collars CAN also be used for control. I was trying my best to keep up, but the short chains between my cuffs weren't making it easy.
It was late summer, Saturday evening. She was leading me around the living room by my leash, and the breeze from the fan felt so nice every time we passed. I needed to get used to moving around like this, she'd said. Because I kept trying to step too far, and then the chains would catch and pull me off balance.
"Better… you're getting there."
I was wearing leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles; the fur-lined ones, which felt especially warm at this time of year. Each pair of cuffs was joined with a clip-on chain of about five inches. I was naked, naturally, and just for fun she'd painted the end of my nose black. If she could have given me floppy ears and a tail, I'm sure she would have.
And the collar…
"So. From now until I take the collar off you, you only move on all fours, and you only speak in woofs and barks. Ready?"
I nodded.
"Good boy."
Once I'd mastered walking, it was time to learn some new tricks.
"Sit…?"
I sat back on my knees, with my palms on my thighs.
"Not quite. Knees apart?" I spread my knees, and she moved my hands down to the floor, between my legs. "Just like that. Good boy." She held out her hand, palm flat, holding a red Smartie. (I didn't know there'd be candy!). I licked it up, and she giggled as my tongue tickled her palm.
"Give a paw…" she tapped my right hand. I raised it, and the chain pulled the left along with it. I placed my 'paw' in her hand, and she smiled, and why was this making me hard? She didn't say anything, but the way she looked at it made me kind of embarrassed. But at least I got another Smartie.
"Speak…?"
"Woof. Woof woof." I felt ridiculous.
But the way she looked at me… like her heart was melting. That made it worth it. She wrapped her arms around me tight, "so cute". And as she pulled away, I licked her face. "Ew, no. I don't like that." I tried to hold in my laughter.
My 'roll over' was lacking in grace, thanks to the cuffs. And while I was on my back, playing dead, she took the opportunity to tickle my tummy, which I didn't like at all. But it made her laugh, and I got a Smartie out of it, so I guess it wasn't all bad.
We finished training with a game of fetch. She'd gotten a rainbow bouncy ball, which I could just barely pick up in my mouth. And when she tossed it, it bounced around like crazy; as if chasing it in cuffs wasn't hard enough. But every time I brought it back, she smiled and patted my head. And I did kind of get into it in the end.
"Since you've been such a good boy, and did a really good job, I got you a bone to chew on." She revealed a black silicone bone, which… weird, do dog bones normally have leather straps? "Open…"
It was pretty satisfying to chew on. Once she'd buckled it in, she had me sit and pose so that she could take photos, “for the ‘Gram! People love pet photos.” (I swear to God…)
Now, she sat down on the sofa and patted her lap, "up". I hopped up, and laid across the sofa with my head in her lap. I curled up, and she stroked my hair, and I closed my eyes, and I was in heaven.
"My sweet boy…"
Water
When I opened my eyes, it had gotten dark. Her hand rested on my head, she was reading one of her BL mangas (I didn't ask). But now I was feeling an ache in my bladder and I didn't know how I was supposed to play it.
I jumped down onto the floor and sat up like she trained me to sit. And I staaaared at her. She didn't look away from her book. She patted my head, and scratched behind my ear, and for a moment I was distracted.
No. Dammit, this was an emergency! I started to whimper.
"What is it boy?"
I gestured my head in the direction of the downstairs toilet, "woof."
"What's the matter?"
I turned my whole body towards it, "Woof! Woof!"
"Did you hear something outside? Did Timmy fall in the old well?"
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't tell if she was screwing with me, but I was short on patience. "Oi-eht…" I whispered around my gag; hanging my head, ashamed at breaking character.
"Oh. OH. Okay."
She put her book down, and stood up, shaking the pins-and-needles out of her legs. There was a wet spot on her skirt from where I'd been drooling in my sleep. Her fault really - the gag's fault. She clipped the leash to my collar, and led me towards the toilet and… past it? She stopped at the back door, and turned the key.
I looked up at her, baffled.
"Dogs pee in the garden."
Was… was she serious? She opened the door, and the cooler night air made me shiver. Or was that fear? Did she really expect me to go out - naked, in bondage! - and pee outside like… like a dog?
It was pretty dark. And the garden was surrounded on all sides by a fence. But there were lights on in the surrounding houses. If a neighbour were to look out of an upstairs window, could they see into the garden? Would they see ME?
"Come on, sweetie," she said, gently tugging at my leash.
No. No, I couldn't do it. It was too much, too far. I had to use the safe word…
"Hey. It's okay," she said, with kindness in her voice, "You can do this. I'll be with you the whole time." Then reaching down, she stroked my hair, and I felt a strange calm. She would be there. She'd take care of me, and everything would be okay.
The grass felt damp, and the earth sank slightly under my hands. The chains were making me move painfully slow. I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the ground; if anyone was going to see me like this, I didn't want to know. She led me along the fence-line to the far corner of the garden, tucked away. "Here should be good." Was I actually going to do this? "Go ahead, sweetie…"
I… the anxiety, the cold, my dick had retreated. The urine pushed against my prostate, but nothing would flow. I was biting down hard on the gag. I squeezed my abdomen, spasming it, trying to force it out. I wanted the relief, obviously, but even more than that, I wanted to get this over with and be back inside. My body wasn't letting me.
Now my body was trembling, my heart pounding. Why wasn't anything happening? Okay. I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, trying to imagine I was ANYWHERE but here. Still tensing my abdomen, I felt the sting of urine in my dick… Clear mind, deep breath. Zen. Just let… it…
Fuck!
Her hand on my shoulder. Gentle. Steady. Calm. I felt her calm. "I'm here." She rubbed my back, and pressed her head against mine, and whispered in my ear, "I'm here."
A drop.
"I'm here."
Then a trickle. She was here, and I let go. And I did it. Like a real dog, I actually did it. She kissed my head, "good boy." I… I really did it.
I walked back to the house, feeling such a conflicted sense of accomplishment. Was this really something to feel proud of? I walked with my head held high. Then, a flash! A light came on in a neighbour's bedroom. I practically sprinted, hopping with my hands and feet together like a greyhound, pulling Sophie along behind me, and stumbling through the door.
Safe.
Cocker
"I'm so proud of you."
I was in a daze. That didn't just happen. It couldn't have.
"And you've earned a treat."
She unbuckled my gag, and unclipped the leash, and the chains from my cuffs. The collar stayed on. The game wasn't over yet.
She put down a bowl of water. I tried to lap it up like a dog would, which-- I don't know how dogs do it, but it wasn't working for me. So I just stuck my face in and sucked. It was fine, I was thirsty, and she wasn't looking anyway.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her sit down onto the floor. And when she lifted her skirt and spread her legs, she had my full attention. She wasn't wearing pants. Next to her she had a jar of chocolate spread. She stuck two fingers in, and smeared the chocolate on her pussy.
"Here boy."
I crawled towards her. Was this real? She reached out and hooked a finger around the ring on my collar, pulling me along. She glanced down at her chocolate cunt and smiled, "enjoy…" and pulled my head between her legs.
I ate her hungrily. The sweetness. I buried my face in it, and licked up every ounce of it. All the while, she giggled and moaned, stroking my hair. And when I'd licked her clean, she pushed my head away, "okay, that's enough, that's enough."
She turned over onto all fours, "stay." She lifted her skirt again, presenting herself, "stay…" I licked my lips, still tasting chocolate. She turned her head to meet my eyes.
"Up."
I pounced on her, almost knocking her over. I mounted her. My hands on her shoulders, she reached back and guided me in. My name tag jingled with every thrust. My claws gripped her shoulders. I felt good to be on top. I'd earned this reward.
I dropped my hands to the floor, my body enveloping her. My hands next to her hands, my cuffs rubbed against her wrists. I imagined she was cuffed too, her hands chained to mine. I pulled her hair to the side, and buried my face in her neck. I kissed her neck, nibbled it, “mmm…” I bit down! And she let out a noise - was that a little bark? Fuck, it was hot.
I raised my hands back to her shoulders, braced her against my movement. Speeding up. I imagined a collar around her neck. Faster. I imagined gripping her leash. Harder. I'd pull the leash, arch her back, and I… Deeper. And she…
"Good boy"
Mongrel
"Sit," she kneeled in front of me, "paw," uncuffed my right wrist, "other paw," uncuffed my left. Then, reaching around my neck, she unbuckled the collar.
Game over.
But not before I gave her one last lick across her mouth. "Ugh, I told you not to do that!" I grinned, smug, which just made her more annoyed, "let's see how YOU like it…!"
(I liked it just fine.)
"So… the garden. How did you feel about that?"
"Oh my God. It was HORRENDOUS."
"I’m sorry, baby…" The puppy dog eyes. She knew I couldn’t resist.
"I mean… I guess it wasn’t SO bad. Having you there with me." I kissed her head. "And it was worth it for the reward - getting to have you as my bitch."
"Ew!" She slapped my arm, "don't say stuff like that."
Heh heh.
"Not… not that I didn't enjoy it," she admitted, "the 'doggy style'."
Well now… Screw it, "while we're on the subject of petplay," I felt like pushing my luck, "have you heard of ‘ponygirls’?"
"Heh, you want to be my ponyboy?"
"Well… Actually, I was thinking more… you being the pony?"
"Ha!" she booped my nose, "not a chance."
5.5. Invitation
"I dunno, Soph, I just don't get it."
"It's fin-dom - financial domination."
"Sure, but it seems like you're just spending my money."
"Mmm… and doesn't that just make you all hot and bothered."
"A little! You know I've got rent to pay, right? Food! You don't want me starving, out on the streets."
"So you'll come live with me! I'll take REAL good care of you."
"Heh… Is, um… is that, like, a genuine offer?"
"I mean… you're already over here all the time."
"Yeah… That sounds nice."
"Yeah?"
*buzz buzz*
"Err, Sophie, dear… Why is my phone saying I just spent £200?"