Empty Nest: Chapter 145 (Patreon)

I look at her, I look at the little red rubber bone resting on the floor about fifteen feet away from me, then back to her again. This had taken an unexpected turn, though one I definitely preferred over whatever it was we’d just tried a few minutes ago. On my hands and knees I crawl over to the chew, grab it then crawl back to her. In an attempt to placate her I bow low to kiss her foot again the look up and up and up her tall, regal body until my eyes settle on a most annoyed scowl.

“Um…” I lift the toy to offer it to her as a lowly petitioner to a grand Empress. “Your bone, Domina.”

With a little head shake of disapproval her brows slowly furrow. Taking a step back from me she suddenly points at me with a scolding finger and says. “No! Bad puppy! No!”

“Huh?” I shrink away, more confused than intimidated.

She snatches the toy out of my hand and throws it again. “Fetch!”

After a moment of stunned pause I then hurry to crawl to where the bone had bounced, just in behind a waist high padded bondage bench. As I come around behind the bench, momentarily out of sight of Domina, I reach for the bone again then stop just before my fingers touch it. Bad puppy. I didn’t want to be a bad puppy. Puppy, fetch, scolding, hands and knees…the pieces start to come together. Picking up the dense toy I give it a sniff. It smelled of rubber and faintly of disinfectant. Everything in this dungeon was in its proper place and impeccably clean, this bench in front of me was spotless enough to eat off of for example, so of course the bone would have been thoroughly washed beforehand. What the hell. This dungeon was a sanctuary for hidden fantasies so why not get a little weird. And I was here to submit anyway so…I submit. I pop the bone in my mouth and clamp my teeth down into it. Carrying it in my mouth I crawl back to Domina again.

Domina’s face brightens as she sees me trotting back to her proudly carrying the bone. I come to kneel in front of her, offering her the bone.

“Leave it.” She says with a glance toward the ground. “Drop it.”

Leaning down I lay toy in front of her toes. I think about kissing her feet again until I realize…puppy’s don’t kiss like that. Hiding a smirk I lick her boot instead then return to a chest up, head up hands and knees position.

She laughs! She actually laughs at my little slurp. “Well done, Buster.” She rustles my hair. Buster!? Was that me? She pets my hair. “Good boy.” Good boy!!!??? From her!?

“Thank you, Domin…”

A stern finger rises. She doesn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. Her look alone was enough to correct me. Thank yous were for boys like Elliot, not puppies like Buster.

“Ruff!” My cute bark is again enough to crack Rebecca’s icy facade again as she grins a grin most unbecoming a dominatrix in such an outfit. I loved it! “Ruff! Rrruff!”

“There’s my Buster!” Turning back to her wall she plucks a pair of items from her vast collection the looked like two black leather pouches. “Good puppies get rewarded in this house.” She gets down on one knee and pats thigh. “Paw.” I put my hand upon her leather clad knee. Her voice commanding yet patient she says again. “Paw.” It takes a moment for me to realize what she was asking but after a few seconds it gets through. She didn’t want a hand, she wanted a paw. I curl my fingers and thumb to make a pawlike fist. “Good boy, Buster.” She pats my head.

“Rrf!” I beam. I don’t know why but my lifting heart was beating ever quicker.

As she opens a buckle on one of the items she had I see it wasn’t a pouch at all but a small, thumbless boxing glove sort of thing. Feeding my pawed hand into the mitt she then pulls the leather cuff through the buckle again and fastens it snugly. Patting it she nods to the other hand. “Paw.” We do the same again. Both hands now bound inside the padded mitts I find crawling on all fours just that much easier as I could rest my whole weight down into my knuckles. It also did wonders for embracing the doggy mindset as I am forced to use my whole hand to scratch a little itch below my skin. Again she tosses the bone. “Fetch, Buster! Go get it.”

“RUFF!” I yip excitedly as I go bounding after my bone, pouncing upon it even before it had come to rest. This time, without opposable thumbs or even fingers to grab it with, my only option is to take it in my teeth directly off the floor, which I do with gusto. The dense rubber provides a satisfying resistance as I sink my teeth down into it. “Rrrrr.” I shake my head a couple of times then then turn to scamper back to Domina. I lay the bone down gently by her feet then sit up tall waiting for my reward. If I had a tail it would be wagging right now. My eyes drift to that butt plug tail just sitting there not being used on the wall. “Ruff, ruff!”

“Patience, Buster.” She says, tapping my forehead. “It’s a good start, but I can still see Elliot’s wheels turning in there. All those worries and thoughts buzzing around. Let go of them.” Leaning down, eyes drilling into mine, she whispers. “When I see nothing but Buster you’ll have earned your tail.” She pats my shoulder and stands tall. “Sit up, Buster.”

I sit taller.

“Down.”

I shrink down so my head is low to the ground.

“Roll over.”

Rolling onto my back I pause with my belly up and my bent legs spread to show my belly and my balls before continuing over to complete the roll.

“Such an obedient little pup!” She scratches me behind my ear. “You’re a good boy, Buster! A good boy!”

“Mmmm!” I lean into her scritches.

“You’ve earned your ears.” Returning to the wall she plucks a head band topped with an adorable set of brown and white doggy ears from the rack. She looks it over and nods to herself before folding the right ear down to make it extra cute. This she places onto my head, the firm grasping band slipping down behind my ears, then gives it a wriggle to make sure it was good and secure. Standing again she peers down at me looking quite pleased with both me and herself. “Speak, Buster.”

“Rrrruff!” I spin in a little circle. “Ruff, ruff!” I curl my wrists to plead up at her with a whine, blinking my big puppy-dog eyes up at her. “Mmmmm!”

“You want your toy?” She picks up the bone and waggles it above me.

“Ruff! RUFF!” I hop left and right. “Ruff!”

“Sit!” She says. “You sit pretty for me, Buster.”

My eyes dart back and forth between the bone and her face as little whimpers escape me. God help me but…I truly wanted that bone! It was all I wanted in the world at this second. When she does throw it to the far corner of the room it took all I had not to go bounding after it. I whine and beg and paw at the floor in front of her as I tilt my doggy-eared head as cute as I could be. “Mmmm!”

After an interminable ten seconds she says. “Good boy! Go get it, Buster. Go play!”

“RUFF!!!” I leap back around and break into a full four-footed run as I go chasing after my bone. A celebratory yip escapes me as I pounce onto it. I lift it and toss it a few feet away then go chasing it again. Pinning it down as if it might escape be I begin to tug and chew at my rubber toy with happy little snarls. “Rrrmmm!”

This was so…fucking…FUN!!! This wasn’t submission, it was liberation! In this puppy play Rebecca had tapped into something deep, something long abandoned, something I hadn’t even noticed was missing. It was one of those things you forget about. About how one day you are playing with your action figures and toy cars and seemingly the very next you were suddenly too grown up for something as frivolous as simple play merely for the fun of it. Yes the dungeon, my nudity, her dominatrix outfit, her massive swinging cock, and the possibility of getting railed at any moment all gave this frolicking a definite adult edge but the essence of unfettered glee was just the same. Never would I have imagined that it would be Rebecca of all people to find this buried escapism inside of me. But I was so happy she had.

As I busy myself with my bone I can hear my Domina talking on the phone. “Roger, darling? Things have taken an unforeseen turn down here. Bring me down the dog bed in the attic, a rolled up newspaper, a couple of bowls and a bag of those almond biscotti.”

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