Willie
501 Words
Willie
A hand pats my head with exaggerated affection.
Good boy, the demanding voice suggests with soothing calmness.
I hear the rattle of chain and recognize the sound from my meeting with Miss Lenore. Its my leash, which the woman proceeds to clip to my collar. I cannot see well in the mask but feel tension on my neck as she evidently hooks the free end to piping near the utility rooms washing machine. She leaves a modicum of slack.
Lenore will be in shortly. I can already hear some of the guests arriving.
Her words no longer echo in a fuzzy mind. The grogginess is gone and my cognizance sharpens as I feel a soft hand reach under my stomach and gently squeeze my p***s.
For the first time I realize I am incredibly erect!
Very nice, Willie.
Her mocking tone of voice is irritating, and I c**k my head up to see her open the utility room door and leave.
How could I agree to this? As I attempt to move about, the full awareness of my bonds becomes evident. My fingers and hands are useless. I can unfold neither arms nor legs. And though I kneel on all fours with folded forearms placing my hands at my shoulders, the position is strangely comfortable. My elbows rest on something which holds my shoulders and chest at the level of my hips.
I move to add slack to the leash. Right knee then left knee shuffle back...right elbow and left elbow follow. I am perched on something and look down to see hard rubber legs and paws propped under my bent elbows! The high collar inhibits head motion but I strain to lower my mask-covered chin toward my chest. I see similar legs and paws under my bent knees!
This is bizarre!
And I am most firmly erect.
How can I find this situation to be arousing?
As time passes, I experiment and find that movement is surprisingly possible... even easier than if I was crawling about on hands and knees. Without the restraining leash, I could most aptly get about.
Someone ingeniously calculated the length of these faux dog legs and painstakingly replicated paws to facilitate movement on all fours.
So despite the tightness of the latex enveloping thighs, calves, biceps and forearms, I have astonishing mobility...as long as I move about on four paws...as would a dog.
I expected to endure some degree of humiliation but mollified my apprehension with thoughts of a quick fifty dollars; more, counting the generous advance for shaving supplies, and the understanding that one afternoon...one spent in anonymity...was all that was required of me.
But I cannot seem to control my member. And I am most curious as to what the woman did with my balls. Though the fumes of the paint placed me in a fog, the application of wet softness and her giggling left an impression.
My thoughts quickly disperse as the utility room door swings open. It is Lenore. And her attire stuns. I wonder if the sound of my gulp can be heard.
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