Collared & Leashed

Judy

Judy

Well, though I very much enjoy utilizing Willie’s balls to correct his behavior, I have to get some camera shots of our de-masked canine friend before Nancy returns with her make up kit.

After insisting on proper deportment in lapping the bowl, I release my grip and locate the digital device on a nearby table. Such large memory in such a small camera. There is the capacity for fifty more pictures, and hours of remaining afternoon daylight will totally expose our playful pup to the lens.

I begin, snapping away with abandon. Then I call his name and he looks up from the bowl. Snap, snap, snap...and recorded for all are charming photos of our little pet sans facial covering, but aptly emptying the bowl just as any thirsty pup. His face...his natural face...fills the viewfinder as I zoom the lens in for a close-up. Our pup will be easily identified long after the party terminates. Willie will be finding he has many new friends in our small college community.

I know the girls will want copies and, in this age, Willie’s digital image will soon be electronically pulsating around town.

Well, he came to our little enclave to receive an education. What a lesson he is learning today.

Our clever cosmetician returns and covers Willie’s hair with a tight-fitting and stretchable piece of latex known in the theater trade as a skullcap. Bottles and brushes appear and Nancy’s talented hand proceeds to cover Willie’s face and rubber covered head in matching white with black spots, restoring his Dalmatian appearance. Her handiwork is superb and the girls gather about giggling and ooohing and aaahing. Some laugh as tears of humiliation begin to flow. I of course snap more photos, chronicling Willie’s return to dogdom.

When finished, Beverly steps forth to once again loop her fingers through his collar. She lifts and laughingly points out to all that the despite the tearful evidence of displeasure his erection appears firmer than ever. It does indeed stand up so straightly, seemingly glued to his abdomen.

I continue to record the spectacle with three quick snapshots. Though his face is covered in black and white, there can be no doubt that it is the afore-photographed Willie kneeling atop the table and posing in such a scandalous state of tumescence.

I am developing a most lascivious montage.