New Beginnings - Ch2
#3 of New Beginnings
Yay for more pet play!
"Who is my wonderful puppy, huh?! Wake up, Milo!" That voice, so familiar. I blinked my eyes open and felt something fall out of my maw.
"Did my puppy enjoy his nap??" He produced the key and unlocked the kennel.
Holy crap, I'd fallen asleep. I snapped awake and looked around at my surroundings. I WAS in a cage! I HAD chewed on the toy. This guy seriously was calling me his feral dog! Oh no...
My ears flattened to my head and I looked at him as apologetically as possible. "I d-don't think you understand.."
"Shush, puppy. You know you and I both understand very well. Don't you?" He stared at me intensely from the entrance to my kennel. "Eek, 'my' kennel!" I thought to myself in a hurried panic. "Don't let him get into your head!"
"Now come here, puppy, I have a very special collar for good boys like you! See?"
From behind the bed he pulled what appeared to be a normal nylon dog collar, light blue in color, with one exception: it had a mix of beautiful metals weaved randomly through it along with a few tiny colorful clear stones.
I blushed profusely as I crawled forward, swallowing hard. I was going to do this. I couldn't believe it. I swallowed hard again as my bent-back ears were suddenly softly stroked.
"Such a good puppy. Good and obedient. You enjoy being obedient, don't you?" His voice was so calm and soothing. Visions of going back in the cage and sleeping filled my head but I kept crawling forward until I was free of the confinement. I went to stand but he pushed at the back of my neck.
"No no, puppies don't walk on hind legs, do they?" He asked the question so sincerely I felt he was making sure I knew something so basic. I shook my head. "Good boy! So quiet too, you're learning fast! Now, roll over..."
His tone had switched to commanding and dominant again. I swallowed and obeyed. With him having no thought I might protest or hit him, he undid my belt, button and zipper and tugged my pants and underwear down, revealing my pulsing erection and leaking shaft.
"Puppy is loving every minute, aren't you, puppy?"
I only whined a little, horribly embarrassed now. He gripped my cock. "AREN'T you?"
I nodded quickly! I was rewarded by a stroking. Oh wow, it felt so good. "Ok, does puppy want his collar put on him?"
The gravity of the question was obvious in his voice. I swallowed hard. Right now? I'd basically do anything to cum. I had to think hard. And I did. And in under a minute I had thought about a lot. Too much, really, but I felt like that despite this all being quite sudden and unexpected, it felt great. I nodded.
He tapped my nose and I let out a yelp. "At home, puppies bark for yes. And bark twice for no. Got it?"
"... Bark?"
Another wonderful stroke to my shaft. Oh my. I'd cum if he would just do it a few times straight...
"And does puppy want to be collared?" His toothy grin had that feral, predatory edge to it, causing my ears to flatten even more and my tail to tuck up between my legs and hit his wrist.
"... Bark..." I couldn't look at him in the eyes now. Another stroke. Yes! Just a bit more!
"Beg for the collar, puppy! Come on, beg!"
I blushed in areas I didn't even know COULD blush. I drew my wrists to my chest and whined loudly. Instead of a stroke, he let me go. My whiskers dropped and I looked at him pleadingly. But he paid no attention to that pleading and instead wrapped the band around my neck, the sound of the clasp snapping closed behind my neck about as good as a stroke.
He then reached down and began pulling my pants off of me. "Stay still, puppy," he commanded and I did as told. Soon I was naked from the waist down, my abdomen fur matted from my precum. Then he was at my chest, pulling my shirt off of me, leaving me naked except for the collar.
"There, much better, don't you think? Puppies don't wear clothes..." I barked once. "Ok, follow, puppy!"
I got onto my hands and knees and kept close to him. He went to a drawer and I saw as he opened it that it had a bunch of pet supply equipment in it. I gulped. But he just grabbed a leash that matched the collar, which he attached it to. He gave a small tug.
"When you feel a tug, you will pay attention to me. When you feel constant pressure, you will follow. You won't undo the leash or collar, ever. I do that. Understood?"
I was panting. I blushed so hard as I barked once. Was this for real?!
He tugged and then moved forward. I kept as close as possible. Soon we were in front of the full length mirror. My blushing would never go away.
"Sit like a good puppy!" Another small tug on the collar. I did as best I could, sitting like a feral (with raging erection). "Do I have a happy puppy?!"
"Bark," I quietly barked, afraid neighbors might hear.
"Ok, puppy, you're going to get a reward. But not right now.." I whined, but stopped short when I felt an odd little sting to the nape of my neck. "That's a punishment, puppy. Be good and get rewards! So, again, you'll get a reward if you come to dinner with me wearing the collar. Will you do that, puppy?"
I almost groaned, but realized that was likely to get me punished again. He could see I figured that out and grinned a little more toothily. How has he managed to even do that? Something in the collar... It must have been an electric shock delivered by those threads. Not just decoration, then. But I hadn't seen him make any movements from him to press a button or flip a switch? Oh well, I'd need to pay closer attention next time.
Still... Could I really go out to eat wearing a feral dog collar?! I'd read a story or two. Or twelve. But this was totally different!
Or was it?
A tug to the leash pulled me out of my introspection. "Well?"
I quietly barked once.
"Mmmm," he moaned and smiled down at me before getting down on one knee and hugging me to him before licking the back of one of my ears. "You're going to make me a very happy Owner, aren't you, puppy?"
It was my turn to moan. I leaned into the hug, cock spilling pre out again.
"Ok, puppy, go to that drawer and find the matching harness. Put that on first, then your clothes. I'll find us a place to eat." He commanded as he undid the leash and left the room.
Wait, that wasn't the deal! Ugh! I thought about whining but wasn't sure if he could control it remotely. I wanted to look at the collar more closely but also feared taking too long.
The harness was easy to find as it was on top. On top of a LOT of pet supplies, but I didn't waste time to dig around, knowing I was likely being timed. Like the collar, the harness was nylon in the same shade of pale blue. This time, however, no metal. Whew. I had some difficulty figuring out how to put it on, but when I did I found it fit perfectly with no adjustments needed. Odd. If not downright suspicious.
I quickly put my clothes on, pulling my shirt on and seeing it didn't hide the collar at all (but at least the harness was hidden). "Come here, puppy!" Came the forceful command from the living room. I practically ran. "Good boy, very good boy. But down..."
I got back to sitting on my ankles. He held out the hand he had been stroking my cock with. "Clean," he commanded. I swallowed hard but obeyed, cleaning up my viscous pre.
"Ok, you've earned a very special treat. I thought it'd take months to get you to this point, I'm so pleased! I'm taking you to Oragami Sushi." His own tail wagged as he said it. Mine joined in.
Wait. Did he know that was my favorite food, too. "Ummm..."
I got a very reprimanding look so I fell silent. "Come, puppy..." And out we went.