The New Neighbor - chapter 14 (Patreon)

The New Neighbor - Chapter 14

I woke up the next morning, back in my cage beneath Kristina’s bed. My head spinning from the previous night spent with Sophie and Kristina. It would have been the best night of my life, if it wasn’t for Sophie’s attitude, I would have been able to end the night with what I’m sure would have been an amazing orgasm. Instead, I was still locked in chastity, still frustrated. Desperate.

“Morning, slave.” Kristina’s voice came from somewhere across the room, it looked like she had woken up before me for a change.

“Morning, Mistress.” I replied.

“How are you feeling about last night?” She asked as I felt her weight settle onto the edge of the mattress above me.

“It was….a lot of fun. Honestly, pretty much a fantasy come true, the only thing missing was-”

“No orgasm for you?” She finished for me.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll bet you’re pretty desperate after that, huh?”

“Of course I am.” I replied.

“Haha, well, you’d better get used to that feeling, Paul. If you want to make a real go of things with me, then you can expect to be frustrated most of the time. A horny slave is much more attentive and willing to please.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Anyway, it’s time for you to get up and have some breakfast. You have a big day ahead of you.”

“I do?” I asked as Kristina pulled back the sheet that hid my cage from view.

“You do. You’re going to spend the day with a friend of mine. She’ll be here to pick you up shortly. She has some special training planned for you.”

“Okay…” I trusted Kristina completely, but I had no idea who she would be sending me off to, or what kind of training she had planned. Krisitna seemed to sense this, as she answered my question before I asked it.

“Don’t worry, Cynthia is very professional, she knows your safe word and won’t overstep at all. But I expect you to put some effort into this training, it will come in handy on certain days.”

“Okay, Mistress. But can I ask what kind of training she has planned?”

“Okay, I don’t quite know exactly what she has planned, but Cynthia specialises in pet-play. Today, you’re going to learn how to be a good puppy for your Mistress. Now come on, out of the cage.”

Pet play, I had heard plenty about it of course, but never had any experience with it, either online or in real life, so I had no idea what to expect. But I figured it wouldn’t be too hard, right? I mean, wouldn’t it just be me, crawling around on the floor, maybe with a leash?

I got showered quickly and had a light breakfast that Kristina had prepared for me. We talked for a while until a van pulled up outside. It was a nice looking van, new and polished, but still a van none-the-less. Don’t get into a van with strangers…

We headed outside where Cynthia was waiting for us. She was a little older than me and Kristina, taller and stricter looking. She was wearing a pair of tight leggings that accentuated a pair of wide hips and a loose fitting, button up shirt.

“Good morning, Kris. Is this your new puppy?” Her eyes scanned me as she greeted us.

“Good morning, errr..Mistress?” I wasn’t sure how I should address this one.

“Haha, very polite. But don’t worry about titles with me. I find them to be largely unnecessary after training begins. For now you can call me Cynthia.” She replied, there was a kindness to her voice, but her posture and composed response gave me a no nonsense vibe.

“Nice to meet you, Cynthia.” I said.

“You too, Paul. Now, your Mistress expects a well trained puppy when we get back, so we’d better get started. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, Mi-er Cynthia. Ready when you are.”

“Take care of this one, Cyn, I’m growing quite fond.” Kristina said, her response was pleasing to hear.

I bid Kristina goodbye and followed Cynthia to her van. I was led to the rear doors and took a seat inside. Next to the seat was what looked like a large dog cage, big enough for a human.

“Noticed the cage, Paul?”

“Oh erm, yeah. It looks…comfortable.” I said.

“Haha, I’m sure you’ll find that out for yourself in due time. In the meantime, just relax. If what Kristina has told me about you already, you’ll enjoy today.”

We rode the rest of the way to Cynthia’s house mostly in silence. When we arrived, I noticed that she had one hell of a house. It was a huge place that had its own private driveway and lots of land on either side of it. Cynthia told me that her nearest neighbor was almost a mile away, which makes this the perfect place for training people.

Cynthia led me into her house and to a large room where we each took a seat in a comfortable chair.

“So, before we begin. Kristina has told me your safeword, say it and we’ll stop and I’ll take you home. No hard feelings. Today is about discovery. If you discover you don’t like what we’re doing, then there’s no fun in continuing. But I’ve got a feeling that you’ll enjoy most of what I have planned. And I will definitely enjoy training you. Any questions?”

“Umm, no. Not really. So you’re a pet-play specialist, right?”

“I am. Which means that by the end of the day I will have transformed you into a perfect little puppy for your Mistress to play with. Ready to begin?”

I had come this far already, plus I wanted Kristina to be impressed so I wasn’t going to back out right away. Besides, Kristina hadn’t been wrong about me enjoying this yet. “I’m ready.”

“Good. Start by undressing. When I get back, I expect you to be completely naked.” Her tone was all business as she left the room. I couldn’t help but think that I was willingly exposing myself to someone who was essentially a stranger to me. But if Kristina trusted her, then so did I.

I removed everything except the chastity cage and waited for Cynthia to get back. When she did, she was carrying an assortment of black straps which she dumped onto a chair in front of her. She took a second to observe me before speaking again. “Good, now. Puppy’s don’t stand, on your hands and knees, quickly.” I dropped down to all fours as ordered.

Cynthia started by moving behind me, she made no comment on my naked body at all and I assumed she had seen it all many times before. She was efficient and quick as she grabbed my right ankle and began to bend my leg upwards so that my heel was almost touching my ass.

Using one hand to hold my foot in place, she attached one of the black straps to the top of my thigh and wrapped it around my ankle before fastening it securely. When she removed her hands, my foot was securely locked in that position. She grabbed a smaller strap and wrapped that around the lower part of my leg, just above my knee, adding a layer of security to the restraint. With that out of the way, she grabbed what looked like a black leather sleeve that was pulled up over my bent leg. When she had the sleeve in place I was able to put my knee to the floor which is when I noticed a thick padding at the bottom of the sleeve. I figured this was to make walking around on my knees more comfortable.

Cynthia repeated the whole process on my other leg. When she was finished, I was stuck with both my legs in a bent back position, heels close to my ass and padding below my knees. I knew that with these restraints in place there was no way I would be able to straighten my leg and stand up normally. Looks like I was now stuck getting around on my knees.

“That’s one set of paws dealt with. Now for the others.” She moved around in front of me and lifted up one of my hands, inserting it into a black, padded mitten that left my hand useless. This was locked around my wrist with a small padlock and I saw that the base of the bondage mitten was imprinted with pink pads in the shape of a dog's paw print. With both my hands secured, I was now quite helpless. Trapped on my knees and unable to even use my hands.

“Now, for my favorite part.” Cynthia showed me the collar. It was wide and sturdy looking with what looked like an electrical box fitted to the side. I didn’t resist as she fastened it around my neck. “Paul, what you are wearing is, as you may have guessed, a shock collar. But this one has been modified slightly. First, I’m going to give you a little taster of what a low level sock feels like. Ready?”

Ready as I’ll ever be. “I guess so.”

‘Bzzt!’ “Ow!” The shock didn’t hurt too much, but I definitely felt it and knew I wouldn’t want to feel many more, or find out what a higher level shock would do.

“How was that?” Cynthia asked.

“Not terrible, but not fun either.” I answered.

“Good. Now that you know what it feels like, I’ll explain how to avoid the shocks. This collar is paired with an app on my phone. I can administer shocks when I see fit, but I doubt I’ll need to do that. See, the feature of a lot of basic shock collars is that it would give a dog a small shock whenever it barked too loudly. This one has a setting that will work just like that, only in reverse.”

I must have looked confused. “Would you please bark for me?” She said.

“Umm, woof.” I let out a rather uninspiring attempt at a bark and received a shock in return.

‘Bzzt!’ “Ow, shit.” ‘Bzzt!’ “Shit!” ‘Bzzt!’ “What the?” ‘Bzzt!” I gritted my teeth and stopped myself from making any more noise as I was repeatedly shocked by the collar.

“That wasn’t very convincing, Paul. Try again. Put some feeling into it this time. Bark. Like a dog.” Her voice was much more stern now so I put some real effort into my next bark, trying my best to sound like an actual dog.

“Ruff!” I let out a loud bark then braced myself for a shock. But none came this time.

“Figured it out yet?” Cynthia said. “This collar will not shock you if you bark convincingly, but it will do if you try to use any human words. From here on out, you will communicate with barks or whines. You can still use your safe word, although you might get shocked for doing so, but I will turn off the collar if it’s too much. Okay?”

“Yeah, I-” ‘Bzzt!’ I nodded.

“You’ll need to learn faster than that if you want to avoid a shock, puppy. Now that you’re acquainted with the collar, I should tell you about another feature. If you remain silent for too long, you will be shocked. There is a random time delay that could be anywhere between eight and twelve minutes. If the collar doesn’t detect any barking from you in that time, you will be shocked. Do you understand?”

I nodded. I had intended to remain silent for as long as I could, but it seemed Cynthia was one step ahead of me there. I would need to remember to bark every so often or be shocked.

Cynthia looked at me with an amused expression. “Be thankful that you’re only with me for one day. Some of my pets have been made to wear this collar for so long that even when I take it off, they find themselves randomly barking throughout the day. One of my clients even told me that he had woken his girlfriend up in the night by barking in his sleep, hahaha. Better hope Kristina doesn’t decide to keep you as a pet for too long.”

My cock twitched in the cage at hearing this. I could believe it too, wearing this collar, being unable to use regular speech and being made to bark every few minutes could easily condition someone into barking regularly.

“Okay, pup, now that you’re all dressed, why don’t I give you a tour?” She picked up the last item, a long, black leash. The leash was quickly clipped to the front of my collar with the other end wrapped around Cynthia’s wrist. “Come on, boy. Heel.” She pulled a little on the leash and I was forced to follow along. The padded section on my knees was quite comfortable, which was good as I knew I would be crawling around like this for a while.

Cynthia led me around her house, pointing out rooms and doors on the ground floor as I padded along silently behind her. “I have stables outside for when my pony-girls come to play, kennels for the puppies and all sorts of fun things.” She talked as she led me down a hallway and into a large, tiled kitchen. “But I’m sure you must be thirsty after your journey here. Why don’t I get you a drink? Here, hold this.” Cynthia brought the handle of the leash to my mouth and I opened it wide enough for her to slip it between my teeth. I could taste the leather as I sat there on hands and knees, holding my leash in my mouth. I had been here less than half an hour and already I was feeling like a well trained dog.

I watched as Cynthia grabbed a dog bowl from one of the cupboards and filled it with water, placing it on the floor in front of me. “Here you go, boy. Drink.” I knew that telling her I wasn’t really thirsty wasn’t an option, so I leaned down towards the bowl, unfortunately I didn’t make it all the way before… ‘Bzzt!’ “Ow, fuck!” ‘Bzzt!’ “Ruff, ruff!”

“Hahaha, they always forget about the first one.” Cynthia chuckled. “Now drink.”

I lowered my head to the bowl again and began slurping the water through pursed lips. I didn’t have the tongue to drink like an actual dog of course, but I managed to ingest enough of the drink to satisfy Cynthia.

“Good puppy.” She said, praising me.

“Ruff, ruff.” I barked in response, making sure to keep that shock timer down.

“You’re learning. Good. Now let’s go work on your obedience. Come along, pup.” She picked up the handle of my leash and led me out of the kitchen into a large room with plush carpets and plenty of floorspace. Cynthia took a seat on a couch in the center of the room. It looked like this room had been laid out for the purpose of training.

“Now, the easiest and usually the first thing owners teach their dogs is the ‘sit’ command. Let’s give it a try.” Cynthia pointed to the spot on the floor right in front of her and said. “Sit.”

I planted my butt on the ground, which was awkward due to the way my legs were bound behind me. Apparently, it took me a little too long.

“A little too clumsy for my liking. Try again.” I got back on to my fours and waited for the command. “Sit.”

I sat down faster this time, shuffling my way backwards with my padded hands so that I was sat on my heels with my hands/paws on the floor. “Good, puppy. Much better.” Cynthia praised me again and my cock twitched a little in the cage. “Back up, let’s try again. You need to be quick, it should happen instinctively, without needing to think about it. If your owner says ‘sit’ you simply stop what you’re doing and sit. Now, sit.”

We repeated the sit command a few more times until she was happy with the results and she declared it was time to move on to something else. “Okay, now let’s try the next one. When I tell you to beg, I expect you to sit back on your heels, with your front paws dangling in front of you, just under your chin. Your mouth should be open and your tongue should be hanging out. Now, beg.”

I did as she said, imitating a begging dog’s pose with my hands dangling limply down. I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang out, feeling incredibly embarrassed at that last part.

“Good boy. You got that one right the first time. Sit!” She tried to catch me off guard with the sit command and it almost worked, but I quickly dropped my hands back to the floor so I was back in the sit pose.

“Good boy. I thought I would catch you out with that one, but you’re a fast learner. Beg.” I sat further back, dangled my wrists limply and stuck out my tongue. My face was blushing red as I did so. Something about the ridiculous expression on my face with my tongue hanging down was worse than the physical poses. “Well done, puppy. Keep this up and you’ll be a perfect puppy in no time at all.”

“Ruff!” Cynthia smiled at my bark, I was learning.

“Okay, puppy. Let’s try something different. Roll over.” I blushed even more at this command, sitting and begging required very little movement on my part, but roll over was something else entirely, made worse by the fact that I was naked.

I rolled over onto my back, clumsily thanks to the restraints. I had to swing my legs over sideways and use the momentum to roll all the way over, this meant that there was a brief second or two where my caged cock was totally exposed to Cynthia.

“Not a bad first attempt, but let's try again. Roll over.” I repeated the process a little more efficiently this time. “Much better. Beg.” I quickly scooted back onto my haunches and raised my ‘paws’.

“Sit.”

“Roll over.”

“Sit.”

“Beg.”

“Down boy.” She fired the commands at me rapidly until she dropped one I hadn’t heard before. I did what I thought was right and lay down as flat as I could on the floor.

“Haha, almost caught you out. When I say ‘down boy’ you will drop to as flat a position as you are able, on your belly. It can be awkward with your legs bound as they are but this isn’t bad.” Cythia said, observing my prone position.

Cynthia grabbed the handle of my leash. “Come on, boy.” She proceeded to walk a couple of laps around the room with me following closely behind on the leash.

She would alternate her walking speed every so often, forcing me to adjust mine so that the leash never pulled taught. If it did, she would admonish with a harsh yank on the collar.

After a couple of laps of the room practicing my ‘loose leash walking’ as she called it, I was hit with another zap by the collar.

“Ruff, ruff ruff!” I barked quickly in response.

“Tut, tut, tut. You were doing so well. But that's another infraction. I think I'll have to change up the collar’s settings for a while.”

I wondered what she meant by that as she tapped something on her phone. I assumed she was going to alter the shock intensity, but that wasn't the case.

“There, now the shock frequency has just been increased. Instead of eight to twelve minutes, the collar will shock you every two to four if it doesn't detect a bark. See how long that takes you to get into the habit of barking like you're supposed to.” Cynthia explained.

“Ruff!”

“That's better, keep messing up and I'll adjust the frequency to shock you every thirty seconds. See how long it takes at that setting to get you into the spirit.”

Dammit. Now I would have to remember to bark every two minutes or more to keep from being shocked. I understood how easily this collar could condition a person into barking. How long would it take after the collar came off to remind myself that I didn't need to bark every two minutes or less.

“Ruff, ruff.”

I decided that I really didn't want to give Cynthia a reason to use the thirty second setting.

“Sit.”

“Beg.”

“Roll over.”

“Good boy!”

“Ruff, ruff.”

We went over my commands for a while longer, with me barking regularly at every opportunity. Every time Cynthia spoke to me or gave me a command I barked.

And with every command I followed, I felt more and more like a puppy. Unable to use human speech or walk upright. Just crawling around and following my masters commands like the good puppy I was being turned into.

“Ruff, ruff.”

“Okay, pup. One last command for you to learn. Present.”

“Ruff?” I was hoping that bark sounded like a question.

“Present. Like a bitch in heat, face down, ass up. Your owner might just need access to your hole. Maybe Kristrina will want to mount you and fuck you doggy style. So, part your legs a little and arch your back, leaving your ass exposed. Present.”

I did as she said, feeling more exposed as my knees parted, my ass on display with my caged package dangling freely between my legs. Cynthia left me in this position for a while, circling me. “Very good, puppy.”

“Ruff, ruff.” How long has it been since I had used a human word now? The barking was starting to become a little more instinctive.

“Okay, pup. Question time. How do puppies show affection to their owner?” Well the dog I had as a kid used to lick my face, but I assumed that's not what she was getting at. I must have looked a little unsure. “I'll give you a hint.” She sat down on the sofa and popped her sandals off her feet, leaving herself barefooted. She raised one foot in front of my face and wiggled her toes.

“Ruff.” I leaned in and licked the sole of her foot, tasting a slight flavor of the shoe she had just removed.

“Good boy!” She switched feet and allowed me to lick her other foot for a while. “You should get used to this action, I'm sure your Mistress will have plenty of things for you to lick when I take you back home.”

When Cynthia was satisfied with my ability to follow her commands, she took my leash and led me out of the room towards a closed door I had not yet seen. “You must be hungry, pup.” I was a little hungry.

“Ruff, ruff.” I nodded.

“Fair enough, I'll leave you in my study while I prepare your lunch.” There was a knowing smile on her face as she pushed open the door.

The room we headed into was definitely laid out like a typical study, but with one very notable difference. In the corner of the room was a huge, human sized birdcage.

Inside the cage was a woman who was clearly decorated as a facsimile of a parrot. She had a large plume of colorful feathers emerging from a band on her head, she had bright green face paint that accentuated her eyes with her nose and upper lip painted yellow, imitating a beak. Her arms were bound in a similar fashion to my legs, with her wrists near her shoulders in a permanent chicken wing. The sleeve that wrapped her arms was green and had small feathers emerging from the seams.

Aside from the bird-like decorations she was completely naked. There was a colorful pattern painted around her boobs and down her stomach. She was sitting on her knees on a small round perch.

She looked at me as I entered and we both blushed at the sight of each other. I noticed she too was wearing a shock collar similar to mine.

“Raawwwrk. Polly wants a cock in her!” The girl let out a squawk followed by a very un-parrot like phrase.

“This is Polly the parrot,” Cynthia said after she noticed me staring. “I'll just leave you here while I make lunch. Sit.”

I sat back on my heels, trying not to stare at the parrot lady for too long. “Ruff, ruff.”

“Good boy, now, stay.” Cynthia left the room, leaving me and the ‘parrot’ alone together. I was actually grateful for the collar, otherwise what the hell would I say in this situation. One guy playing the role of a dog in a room with a girl in a birdcage being a parrot. At least with us both having a collar in place there was no need to make small talk.

“Rawwrk, Polly wants a cock in her.”

“Ruff!”

Rather than being a man and a woman in an awkward situation, we were simply a dog and a parrot, with no real way of communicating with each other.

As I waited for Cynthia to come back, I heard a low beep coming from somewhere inside Polly’s cage. This was followed by Polly squawking loudly and flapping her elbows up and down for a couple of seconds.

“Quite a clever design isn’t it?.” Cynthia had re-entered just as I was wondering about the latest display. “Motion sensors set up inside the cage that need to be triggered every so often. Her perch doesn’t allow for much movement so the best way to trigger the sensors is by flapping her wings. I have a very tech savvy friend who helped me set this up.”

“Ruff.”

“Come along, puppy, lunch time.” With one last look at Polly, I headed out for the room towards the kitchen and towards the smell of sausages and bacon.

Cynthia placed a bowl on the floor, filled with pre-chopped sausages and bacon along with small chunks of hash browns. If not for the fact that I was eating them off the floor like an animal, I would have quite enjoyed the meal. Nevertheless, I finished the bowl then followed it up by slurping down some water.

‘Bzzt!’ “Ruff! Ruff, ruff.” I had forgotten about the collar whilst eating and drinking.

“Well that's too bad, puppy. I warned you about what would happen if you kept forgetting to bark like a dog.”

Oh no! “Ruff, ruff. Ruff ruff, ruff.” I tried my best to protest at her changing the collar's settings, but she was already tapping away on her phone. I wished I could say, no, or sorry or anything really. But all I could do was bark like a dog.

“There, seeing as this is your first time, I'll only give you one hour at the thirty second setting that means you will need to bark at least once every thirty seconds to avoid a shock. Now, come along, let's go for a walk.”

“Ruff, ruff.” I was led out of the room by Cynthia, barking almost the whole way. “Ruff.”

“There's a good doggy. Every bark should be a reminder to you that while you're in my care, you're not a person anymore, just a puppy.”

“Ruff.”

“A cute, playful puppy who loves his owner.”

“Ruff.” I couldn't talk. “Ruff.” Just bark or whines, like a dog. “Ruff.” I couldn’t stand up, I was being led around on a leash. “Ruff, ruff.”

I was walked around a few of the rooms and hallways downstairs in the huge house, barking the whole way until we ended up in the living room. Cynthia took a seat on the sofa and popped off her sandals again before putting her bare feet up on a footrest. “Sit.”

“Ruff.” I sat.

“Now, show your owner some appreciation while I watch my show.” She clicked on the TV and I knew what she wanted. I leaned up to the footrest and began nuzzling and licking her feet.

“Ruff, ruff.” I slowly worshipped her feet, remembering to bark as often as I could. “Ruff.” I barked in between licks of her feet, my cock twitching intensely inside its cage at the humiliation of the moment. “Ruff.”

I don’t know how long this lasted. I wasn't really focusing on the passage of time, I was a dog, dogs didn't need to worry about such things. “Ruff.”

After who knows how long, Cynthia stood up from the couch and informed me that it was time to go home. “Okay, puppy. As much as I'd love to keep you here for a while longer, I think we should get you back to your Mistress.”

“Ruff, ruff.”

“Are you excited to be going home, puppy?”

“Ruff, ruff.”

“And you're going to be a good dog for Mistress, aren't you?”

“Ruff, ruff.”

“Good boy. Now, let's get you in the van.” She took my leash and led me back towards the entrance to her home. I was being taken outside!

“Ruff, ruff. Ruff.” I barked a mild protest as we headed towards the door.

“Don't worry, pup. I promise no one will see you. Here or at home.” Cynthia assured me as I was led, naked on all fours, out of the house into the warm afternoon air.

The rear doors to the van were open and there were two men standing at attention outside them. I blushed a little at having two more strangers see me like this, but they didn't seem at all surprised.

Cynthia led me to the van and I climbed awkwardly into the back, the person sized dog crate was open, waiting for me. “In you go, puppy.”

“Ruff.” I crawled inside the large crate and one of the men shut the door and latched it closed. With my hands in the mitts there would be no way for me to open it myself.

The van rumbled to life shortly after and we made the journey back to Kristina's house.

“Ruff, ruff.” How long had it been since she set the collar to thirty seconds? Surely it had been longer than an hour by now, but I was still barking. “Ruff.” I couldn't risk failing and receiving another shock or an increased punishment. Besides, the barks were coming instinctively now, I barely had to even think about it now. “Ruff.”

We were almost home, I wondered what Kristina would think when she saw her new puppy.

The van stopped outside our two neighboring homes and the two men stood up, one on either side of my crate, and lifted. My weight was jostled around as I was carried towards Kristina's door.

I tried to make myself as small as possible while I was outside, hoping that the neighbors on the opposite side of the street wouldn't see a human puppy being carried inside.

“Kristina should have left a key under the doormat.” I heard Cynthia say as I saw the front door looming.

“Ruff, ruff.” I barked without thinking about it that time.

“Haha, careful, puppy, don't want to draw attention to yourself while you're outside. Now, gentleman, carry him inside. I have one more surprise for her before she gets home.”

What the hell could that be? I wondered.

“Ruff, ruff.”

End chapter 14