On all fours (my only permitted mode of locomotion) I advanced to the open door. Mistress popped the ball gag into my mouth, then tightened and buckled the straps behind my head and underneath my chin. Next she fitted a pair of small plastic hooks into my nostrils, ran the attached cord up over my head and back down behind it to the ball gag buckle at my nape. She pulled this tight, until my nose was snubbed up like that of a pig – or the dog that I was, am, and forevermore will be – and then tied it off. Finally she snapped the leash to the aforementioned collar locked about my neck (one of six that I wear at all times) and tugged me forward. “Come on, little doggie. It’s time for you to earn me some more money!”
Mistress led me across the spacious basement and toward the stairs. As we s
