Collared & Leashed

Nancy

Nancy

At my age, young males are so easy to control. One just has to remain stern and matronly and every impressionable college age kid will respond to a woman in her forties, the approximate age of his mother.

So I arrive at Lenore and Chloe’s house fully aware that the task of painting some kid to look like a Dalmatian will not be difficult. It’s getting him into those special gloves and boots that will provide the challenge.

When Lenore showed me and demonstrated, I was both aghast and amused. The glove-like rubber fits over the folded arms and zippers closed to hold the arm bent at the elbow with forearm pressing against the biceps. At the elbow is an extension, a little hard rubber dog leg which the wearer can utilize to ‘walk’ on all fours. Likewise the boots fit over the folded leg and serve as extensions of the knee. The cleverness is that the long tubes of stretchable rubber can be zippered closed over the folded limbs, encasing such in latex which has been painted to resemble the hide of a Dalmatian. In place of hands and feet are attached canine legs and paws, the length of which is precisely measured to place the wearer on all fours, very much resembling a dog.

And with hands and feet tucked away and held immobile, the fingers of the wearer cannot be used to free the zippers.

The debaucherous woman who developed the curious garments is known to have quite the kennel in a secluded upstate New York location. And the neighbors are not burdened with excessive barking.

I am told the prospective wearer, our little party puppy, is quite athletic. And the woman from New York assures that the knack for walking about on all fours, elbows and knees shuffling to push about the four attached paws, is quickly learned, though the encouragement of a dog quirt was suggested.

The vision of our party entertainment nimbly crawling about on all fours amuses as I enter Lenore and Chloe’s house at the appointed hour. The boots and gloves are in the armoire where expected. I retrieve and move onward. With cosmetic case in hand, filled with black and white paint, a small bottle of pink, and a little chloroform, I find my way to the kitchen. I hear shuffling behind a door and know that my human canvass has arrived as instructed. Taking a deep breath to embolden myself and prepare my lungs to bluster commands, I abruptly thrust open the door.

There stands our compliant puppy, shaven totally and but for a comical mask, naked and hairless as the day he was born. Though the male gender does not stimulate my interest, naked subservience does. I feel a twinge in my loins. This will be both difficult and enjoyable.

“Hands behind your head! Spread your feet! Wider! ”

I use a stentorian voice and as expected, the diminutive naked male responds. I hide my evil smile.

Initial compliance is important in take down scenes and with his awkward pose and visually cumbersome mask, I quickly establish my authority. And the faux snout is an ideal place to surreptitiously place a cotton pad doused with chloroform.

It’s worked often enough. My prey will think it’s the smell of the body paint.