Tersely Pertinent

The reason I post my writings here in my Blog is because I enjoy being a storyteller.   Characters and stories and ideas get stuck in my head, so I need a place to work them out.    I post them here so others can enjoy them.

While I don't typically get a great deal of "likes" on them, People do tend to DM me to tell me how much they like them, and in some cases masterbate to them.

That's great!   I like to hear people find my work gratifying.  

What I don't like is when someone messages me and wants stories tailor made to fit them.   Particularly when they want it for free ¹.

So, due to a buzzkill situation, I am going to cut back on my writing for the time being.    I can't seem to get back into the "mood".   I'm sure that I'll get over it in a week or two, so no worries there.

Just keep your eye on this space.

Thanks!

1: By "Free" I mean seeing about giving me something in return for my effort.   Writing is hours of work.  In the case I am talking about, I suggested they make a blog post about how much they liked the writing here on Cage, not even having to state my work in particular.  I also suggested they mention how stimulating they found it (i.e. masterbating).  They declined rather rudely and said I was attempting to "Dom" them.  Thus the buzzkill

The Hood called to her from the purse.

Mary could hear it from her desk, but she was in the middle of meeting.   She yearned to go to it, but she forced herself to wait. The meeting was almost over and was very important that she paid attention to everyone.   

But still, it called.

When it was finally over, Mary escorted everyone out of her office and went over to her personal closet.    Opening the door, she reached down and retrieved her purse from the closet floor, taking it to her desk.    She reached in and pulled out her black leather face. 

Mary stared at it, longing to put it on and be a thing again.   She wanted to tear off her business suit, put on her face and walk around her office, not caring who might come in and see it.  Almost crying, she set her face on the desk, next to her purse and got out her new cell phone.   

It was a small simple thing.   An old style flip phone.     But it didn't need to be more.   Only one person had the number to send it messages when He wanted.

Mary sighed when she looked at the phone.   It hadn't rang or buzzed for a couple of days now.    She seemed to be checking it every ten minutes, when she could.    But nothing came of it.   Sighing again, she was putting it back in the purse when it suddenly shook in her hand.   Quickly flipping it open, she went to the texting area and found a single word:

"Come"

Mary closed an threw the phone back in her purse.  She then picked up her leather face and gave it a small kiss before she gently placed it next to the cell.   Glancing around the office to make sure everything was in order, she hustled out of her office.  Quickly stopping by her assistant's desk to say she was leaving for the day,  Mary headed to her car.   Not quite running, but almost.

Luckily,  the drive to her Owner's house was very short.    In no time, Mary found herself parked in from of the garage door. After waiting about fifteen minutes, the door raised on it's own and she was allowed to pull her vehicle inside.

Turning off the car and leaving the keys in the ignition, she waited until the garage door was fully close to get out, carrying her purse.    Mary then walked around the car and opened the trunk.    She kicked off her shoes, placing them inside the trunk.  Next went her pants, jacket, and shirt all neatly folded and placed one on top of the other.   Lastly on top went her bra and panties.   

Mary's barefeet shifted on the cold tile of the garage.   But she knew she would not be there very long, as she reached into her purse.  First she pulled out a small elastic band.   Ruining her fresh hairdo, Mary pulled her hair into a pony tail.   Then she retrieved her face from the purse.   Quickly donning the hood, it reached back and pulled the lacing tight, only allowing space for the pony tail to stick through.

It wanted to look in the mirror of the car, to make sure the face was on correctly, but it also didn't want to keep it's Owner waiting.

Closing the trunk, the thing padded over to the door leading to the house.   It gently knocked and then reached for the handle to let itself inside.    It saw the kitchen was empty, so it proceeded further in.     

The thing found it's Owner sitting in a recliner in the living room.   He was already naked.  His ebony skin completely contrasting  the white leather of the chair.    The crystal blue eyes looked up from the book He was reading and focused on his thing.

"Get your mouth on this"  He told it, as He moved the book from his lap.  The movement revealed His enormous cock was already engorged and needed unloading.   

It quickly moved across the room and knelt down between His legs.  Remembering its lessons,  the thing put its hands behind its back, grasping the left wrist with the right hand.   Then it ran its tongue up and down the Owner's hard shaft, getting it as lubricated as it could.

With a final licking, the thing flung its head down, taking the black spear fully into its open mouth.   Down it went, until its Owner's genital hair was bunched up against the leather face.    Then it pulled back, slowly, only using its lips to slide over the cock skin.    When it could feel His head slid out of its throat and back into its mouth, the thing thrust down again, taking his cock as deep into its throat as it could.

The thing repeated the thrusts for some time, unil it could not fight off its gag reflex anymore.    It pulled its mouth off the swollen cock, trailing slavia and some bile off its chin.   Gasping for breath, the thing then again plunged back down on its Owner's ebony manhood.

After some minutes the thing again retreated to gasp for breath,  when it suddenly felt His hand on the back of head, forcing it to take all the raging cock inside.    When its nose was forcibly against His groin,  The Owner's body began to shutter.    Then with a loud grunt, the thing felt His Cock spew forth the stream of hot jizum into its throat.  Then and only then, did the thing let go of its wrist and grasp His scrotum and squeeze every last drop from it. 

It concentrated on breathing through its nose, as it encouraged the large load down to its stomach.   With His final spazm, it took its mouth off the already drooping cock, leaving a trail of sputum and cum from the tip to her lips.   The thing went back one final time to lick His member clean once more.

The job finished, the thing looked up to its Owner, only to find Him asleep in the recliner.   It smiled at Him and the curled up on the floor next to the chair, to doze until He awoke. 

Mary parked her car in front of Isaiah's garage door.

He had sent her a text the night before to be at his house at 10 AM sharp.    Seeing the message, her mind raced back to the night of the poker game.   Isaiah had just beaten her husband's hand with a royal flush in spades.   The husband had put Mary up as part of the stakes in the pot, and she allowed it.   She still didn't know what Isaiah meant when he had told her "You are Mine."    What was he thinking?

But still, He had sent the message.   Mary showed it to her husband and he only said "I guess you better go over there."

So here she was, sitting in her car in front of his garage door, wondering what to do next.   The house, or what she saw of it as she drove up, was huge!   Mary didn't know how much money Isaiah had, or what he did to make it, but He did spend a good deal on His dwelling.

While she was looking at the house from her car, suddenly the garage door started to go up.   As it got fully raised, she could see inside.    The floor was tiled in red and white squares.    The walls were plain white.   No cars, no tool racks, no nothing.  Empty as a cave.   Then Mary's text chime went off on her phone.

Pull in and park, the incoming message read.   

It was from Isaiah's number.

She did as ordered and pulled her car in.   As soon it was all the way, the door started down on it own.   The phone chimed again: "Come inside."

Mary saw the door to her right, as soon as she stepped from the car.   It was white, like the walls, and the only thing setting it off was everything was the bronze handle.  The door opened into a small, but  well furnished kitchen.   She was shocked at the size, considering how big the house was.   But then she saw Isaiah sitting at a wooden table.

He gazed at her with his ice blue eyes, taking her in from head to foot.   When he got down to her sneakers, he told her "You will have to take those off every time you come in here.   Put them on the rack next to the door, with the socks in each one.

She looked down right and left and found a small wooden rack on the left hand floor, next to the door.   With a rather perplexed look on her face, she did as she was told and took off both of her sneakers, followed by the socks.   Once each sock was placed in the appropriate shoe, she placed them on the rack and stood back up.

Mary's eyes found Isaiah had turned back to some papers on the table before him.    He didn't seem to be paying any attention her at all.   This went on for some minutes, until he nodded to himself, picked up a pen and wrote at the bottom of a page.    Pushing the papers away from him, Isaiah pointed to the chair across the table from him and said "Sit".

Frowning, she went over to the spot he indicated, pulled out the chair and sat.    She was still frowning at Him when he folded His hands together in front of him and gave her a speech:

"I won you fair and square at the game.   Both you and your husband agreed to it.   Now you are mine, to  do with as I will.  you are not going to live with me here, but you will come when you are bidden.   You will do as I say, eat what I give you, sleep where I tell you.  You are still married to him but you are my property."

Mary, of course was quite shocked!   She could not believe what she was hearing!   People didn't own people anymore, it was illegal!   She blurted all this out to Isaiah!

He simply smiled and told her she was correct. "But still it happens all the time.   People do own other people.   It is part of the lifestyle I live."  Using the two index fingers on His hands, He pointed at her, continuing "Your husband owes me a debt.  He knew this when he put you up as security at the game.   When I won, you became my object.   My thing."

Laughing at Him, she flung a question: "What, are you going to fuck me now?"

"Not right now," He returned. "But later, yes I am going to fuck you.   Very roughly and very repeatedly.  I am also do some very horrible things to you.    Things you have never had happen to you.    Some of it will be very painful, some of it will be very arousing.   But it will only happen at my desire."

Mary snorted.   Was Isaiah talking about kinky bondage stuff? She asked herself.  Was this something out of those 50 Shades of Grey books she read awhile back?  My God, He must be kidding!

With all that rattling around in her brain, the only words that came out of her mouth was "What if I don't want to be your property?"

Leaning back in his chair, again He smiled.   "Well then," He told her, "You should put your shoes back on and go.", turning his head to the door. 

But looking back at her "And never come back.   However, you and your husband will be banned from further games.   No more poker and no more friends.   Everyone knows the debt you owe me.   I will accept no payment and will have nothing to do with you or your husband.  I make no demands.  It is all up to you."

Mary blinked at Him, from across the table.  She knew he was serious and what the ramifications where.   Breaking off His stare, she looked down at the table.  Thoughts ran through her head.   She measured out  what saying no meant, not only to her but to her husband as well.     Mary was also intrigued as to what being Isaiah's property would be like.  

After what seemed like days, she came to an answer for herself.  Closing her eyes and nodding at the table top, she spoke one word:

"Ok."

The sound of His chair sliding back came to her ears, as did His spoken command of "Come."   Opening her eyes and looking up, she saw he was leaving the room, to go deeper into the house. She quickly got up herself to follow him.   

He had crossed one room, only to exit through another door.    In trying to catch up, she found herself in a small darkened room.    The only lights were those framed around a large mirror on the wall.  This mirror was set above a desk like table, also attached to the wall.   In front of that, was a small, white chair on a swivel.   Like something you would find in a barber shop.

Mary looked around the room and then over to Isaiah, next to the chair. "Sit" He told her. 

Again, she did as she was bidden.   After placing herself in the chair, He spun it around to face the mirror.    Mary tried to use her hand to shade her eyes from the lights, but Isaiah would not allow that.   He grabbed her hand and put it on the arm of the chair.   Looking down, was somewhat horrified at what He did next.

Isaiah buckled her wrist into a leather cuff on the chair, then repeated the action with her other hand. Making sure the cuffs were tight, but not overly so, He then turned bent down and reached under the desk.    What he pulled out was a Styrofoam head with something on it.

On the fake head was a leather hood.    Open eye holes, as well as one for the mouth.  "This, "He told her, "is yours.   You are going to wear it all the time you are here. "  Isaiah turned it around to show Mary the back of the hood.   Laces ran down the back of the head.  She also saw that the where the part that wrapped around the neck had a small lock.

Isaiah spun the chair around again and stood between it and the mirror.   Suddenly, Mary could feel a brush being run though her hair.    Long stroke, starting at her forehead and running down to the tips at her shoulders.   Stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke.

Then they stopped as quickly as they started.  Only to be replaced by a hard yank of hair, as it was gathered and bound into a pony tail.  Then is voice told her to close her eyes.

Soon after following his command, Mary felt as if she has walked into a very small closet.   There was a sense of pressure on her face and head.   She was having problems breathing through her nose, so opened her mouth to get some air.  Then she began to feel and increase in the pressure, as if her skin was drying up.   

Mary's world seemed to spin again, as He turned the chair back to the mirror and told her to open her eyes.

What she saw in the mirror, she did not recognize.  In place of her tanned skin and blonde hair was a mannikin of black leather.    The eye holes were small enough not to show any skin, but only the eyes themselves.    The mouth hole was from her upper lip to the beginning of her chin.    Her nose was completely covered, with just two small circles to let in air.

Standing behind her, Isaiah looked into the mirror to lock her gaze.  "When you wear this, you are no longer Mary.  You are a thing.  You are an object.   You no longer have a name, but what I call you.   When you are not wearing it, you will keep it close to you:  in your purse, under your pillow at night when you sleep, wherever you go, it goes with you."

"Do you agree, thing?" He asked her.

The thing broke off her look at him and looked at itself one final time in the mirror.

"Yes, Sir" it nodded.

Found a wood lathe on FB marketplace.  Yeah it is older, but to work on my flogger handles, I don't need anything fancy.

But it does need a belt to make it operational.  That has been ordered and should be here in a week.

Mary loved watching her husband play poker.

Being the CEO of a small medium sized business, she didn't get much relaxation time.   Projects to supervise, meetings to run, employees to shape and move along took a great deal of her time.   Sure, she often thought to herself, the company made large amounts of money and was in the Top 5 of her industry, but still.    It ate up a great deal of her time.

His poker was a night where she didn't have to do anything, but watch.   Just exist.

Mary always sat behind him, just close enough to see his cards.   She didn't give advice.  She didn't chat with the other players. She just watched the cards fall and the chips go where they may.

She knew who the other players were.   They were often the same group of guys.  Bill was her husband's best friend, been so for years and years.   Gary was an office mate of her husband.    Sometimes everyone jokeed they were husband and husband.  Jess was the odd man out.   No one really remembered where he came from, but he showed up week after week and was a good player.    Though he had a bad tick where he would smile too much when he had bad cards.    Jess never won much.

Then there was Isaiah.  Everyone called him Izzy, for short.

One of the reasons Mary sat where she did was to be able to look at him, when she could.   He was a man with ebony skin and the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen.    Like the deepest sea, frozen in time.   His build was like Bruce Lee's, skinny but the muscles stood out when he wanted them to.

Mary often caught herself staring at him, over her husband's cars.   Then like a hawk, his crystals suddenly latch on to her stare.   She would break it off by taking a sip from her glass, and his would go back to the table.

The game, as always, was Texas Hold'em.  Each player got two cards, where they would place bets, then three more cards were dealt to the center of the table, face up.  They call this the Flop for some reason.   The players would bet on what they thought were the best hands they had.   Then another face up and more betting.   The final part of each hand was The River, where one last card was laid on the table and one last bet.

She often thought it was a slow moving game but she liked it like that.   He had enough hustle in her life.   

In-between hands, her husband turned to Mary and began to say "Mary, Would...."

She knew what she wanted:  Time to refill everyone's glasses.    She hated to do things like that, but none of the guys wanted to leave their seats.   

"On it." She told her, as she got up from her stool.    

Mary went to the bar and got bottles of beer for everyone, as well as the opener.   Going back to the table, she set a bottle down in front of the player, popped the cap and then move on to the next player.     

The thing is though, she always left Isaiah for the last.   

With the last bottle, Mary would set it next to his chips and then turn to leave.   Only this time, Izzy turned his head to look up at her.   They again locked gazed, when He shifted his eyes to her glass and then back up to her.   Mary blinked as He did it again.    Finally understanding,  She picked up His glass and poured the beer from the bottle into it.   Setting back it back next to chips, Mary heard Him say "Thank you", but never looked up again.

She returned to her stool as the next hand was started.   From her place, she could see her husband's cards: two Aces, clubs and hearts.  "Well that is a good start," Mary thought to herself, trying to keep her face under control.

The bidding started at $100, until it got her her husband.   With a slight smile on his face, he raised the bidding by $75.  Everyone matched him, including Jess with a huge smile on his face.  After Gary threw in his chips, the Flop was layed out:

The Queen and Jack of Spades, with the 5 of Hearts.

The next round of bidding found Bill tossing in his cards, Gary betting $200 which Jess and Mary's husband matched.   

When it came Izzy's turn, He called Gary's $200 and raised the stakes by $500.

Gary's breath exploded and said he was out, flipping his cards over to show the Jack of Diamonds and 5 of Clubs.   Jess grinned even more while evening out the pot.   The husband called Izzy's bet.

The next card down, which in poker terms was called The Turn, was the Ace of Diamonds.  

Mary could barely contain herself!   She had to turn away from the table, so the light of excitement would not give away what cards her husband held.   Specially to Isaiah.

She got up and went to the bar, to get under control.   From there, she could hear the bidding:  Her husband started with an even thousand, which Jess just managed to cover.  Izzy matched that and doubled again.   Her husband called, causing Jess to stare at the empty spot where his chips used to be.

"Ah geez  guys.   I got everything in the pot," he complained. " You take an I.O.U.?"

Mary's husband chuckled and told Jess "No paper dude.   Cash or security."

Jess asked what the husband meant by "security"

Placing his cards face down on the table, he said "Jewelry, gold coin, artwork, or the like.  Hell, isn't one of your comics worth a grand?"

At the mention of his comic books, Jess went pale and looked at his cards again.   Slowly he put them on the table, also face down and slid them under the pile of chips in the center.

"I'm out," he told the other two men.

Izzy and the husband stared at each other across the table.   Each man being as stone faced as he could be.   

Mary returned to her stool, watching Isaiah's unmoving eyes bore into her husband.  "Shall we?" the Dark man asked to no one in particular, to which the husband simply nodded.

With The River, the last card appeared on the table:

The Ace of Spades.

Mary simply could not keep her eyes from widening at maximum!  She could not believe what she was seeing.   The pot on the table was going to hugs, knowing how Izzy played.   

But Isaiah never took his eyes off the husband.   He simply said "All in" and pushed the entire pile of his remaining chips towards the center of the table. 

The husband looked at that pile and then down to his own.   It was somewhat smaller, say by about $5,000.  "I'm a little shy," he told Izzy.  "What kind of security do you want?"

Isaiah set his cards back on the table, face down, side by side.  Sitting fully back in his chair, he shifted his crystal orbs from the husband to Mary.

"Her," He said nodding at her.

Mary gasped and put her hand to her mouth.  "My God," she thought,  "What in the holy hell is he thinking?!?!"

The husband, turned to look at Mary, then turned back to Izzy and, finally, picked up his cards to look at them.  Setting them back on the table, he said "I'll agree to it if she will."

She could not believe what she was hearing.   Her own husband was willing to use her as a settlement in a card game.  But then she thought about it.  He had four Aces.  Sure Mary didn't know what cards Isaiah was holding but they couldn't beat four Aces.

Could they?

Steeling herself, Mary said "Do it."

Isaiah looked back to the husband and said "What do you have?"

Mary's husband turned over his cards.  "Four Aces."

The dark man reached out to one card, using it to flip the other one over and showed both to the crowd:

The King and 10 of Spades.

"Royal Flush."

There was silence in the room.    No one said a word.   

Well, except for Isaiah.   He looked up at Mary and said "You're mine".

The actress rolled on her back, to let the sun warm her belly.

She let her arms and legs curl in the air slightly, as she scratched her back on the deck planking.    The sun, now beginning to set, felt good on her breasts and vagina.   A slight breeze came over the fence and across the deck, causing her to shiver slightly.  Turning back over, the actress got to her hands and knees and padded over to the man as he sat in his chair.

Smiling up at him, she curled up at his feet while he puffed on his pipe.  He reached down and patted her on the head, telling her "You are such a good girl, Sandy.   But it is time to go back inside.

The man picked her her leash and clipped it to her collar.   Rising from the chair, he gave her a slight tug.   She got back to her hands and knees and followed him back inside the house.

He led her back through the kitchen and they found themselves once again in his den.   The man told her to sit before his recliner, and then walked to the closet to open the door.  

"Sandy,"he told her, returning to sit in the recliner, "You are a wonderful little puppy, but today's training is done.  You did very well and  I am very proud of how you preformed today.  But now you have to go home. "

The actress frowned, with small tears forming in her eyes.   She gave him a small whine and shook her head at him.

"Now, Now Sandy.   That is no way to end this.   Do as I say: Go into the closet and get dressed."

She looked at the open door and then back at the man, then again at the open door.   With her head hung low, she slowly padded into the closet with the leash trailing behind her, turning one last time to gaze at the man as he got up from the chair and shut the door.

Again, the light blazed above her as the door clicked shut.   The actress got up to her feet and looked around.    She saw her clothes, shoes and the things from her pockets.   Even after only a few hours, they seemed strange to her, like they belonged to someone else.

With slow moving hands, she put on her things: underwear, pants, bra, blouse.   As she was putting the the odds and ends back in her pockets, the actress realized she was still wearing the collar and leash.    She began to cry as she felt the collar in her hands, and then undid the clasp.   

"Thank you Sandy."  She told the collar as she kissed it and then placed it on the shelf, coiling the leash next to it.

The actress then turned and grasped the handle.    With a deep breath, she opened the door, walking through to the room.  Finding the man standing next to his recliner, she slowly closed the door, list to the click with the sound of finality.

"Welcome back, Ma'am." the man told her with warm smile.  "You will have to excuse me, but I have other...appointments...today."

"Yes."  The actress begrudged him.  "Yes, of course."

The man walked her to the front door and let her out.   

The actress walked down the path to her car.   Then with a sudden turn, came back to him while he was closing the door.

"Pardon me, Sir.  But....Can I come back, sometime, and be Sandy again?"  she almost begged of him.

Smiling at her, he said "You may come back any time to visit Sandy.   She and I would like that very much.

~fin~

The actress shivered in the sunlight, drenched in soapy water.

She was on her hands and knees in the middle of a small kiddy pool, while the man ran a sponge over her body.  Her hair was plastered to her head and she knew her hands and feet were wrinkled from the length of time she spent almost elbow deep in the water.

"There's a good girl,"  the man almost cooed at her. " We'll almost done with the bath."

Leaning into his hand as the sponge swished down her back and over her bare ass, the actress held her head high for the man to give her more attention. He grinned at her, patted her head and then grasped her collar with his fingers.    Tugging slightly, the man led her out of the pool and onto the deck.

"Shake yourself, while I go get a towel." He told her, going in the back door of the house.

The actress shook her head back and forth, as hard as she could.  Her hair whipped across her face and stuck to her back.  She then wiggled her shoulders and hips in an attempt to fling the water from her.    Some of the water flew from her body from the actions but she was still mostly soaked.

The sound of the back door opening drew her attention back to the man.   He came through it with a towel flipped over his shoulder and each hand holding a metal bowl.     These he set on the ground next to his chair and then walked over the actress.

"Sandy, Sit!"  the man ordered her as he knelt down in beside her.   The actress sat back on her haunches with her hands on the deck before her.   

The man rubbed her head rather roughly with the towel, drying her hair as much as possible.   He then dried each of her arms and reached in to do the same to her breasts.    "Up!"  He barked at her and the actress went again to her hands and knees.   The towel was dragged on her back and over her ass, making sure the skin was dry as it could get.    

Moving around behind her her, the man passed the towel over her vagina and the inside of each leg, before finishing with the outside of her legs and feet.  He then produced a hairbrush from his back pocket and proceed to work on her drying hair.

"You have such a wonderful coat, Sandy!   Such a pretty girl!"  He told told her as he made long strokes through her hair.    

As he finished, the man removed a couple of hair ties from the handle of the brush and made two long bunches of hair on each side of her head, hanging down over her ears.

Standing up again, the man looked down at her and told her "Such a pretty girl!   You look all ready for a show now!    But first, I bet you are hungry, aren't you?"

The actress nodded her head eagerly at him and yipped a yes.  

In agreement, the man said "Come, Sandy.  Dinner time!".   She padded after him on all fours as he led her to the chair and the two bowls.   Sitting in his chair, the man held up his hand and ordered "Wait, Sit!"

She again sat on her haunches and watched the man's hand.    He continued to hold it in the air, palm out towards her, as he filled and lit his pipe with his other hand.  As soon as he had the pipe going, he dropped his hand and told her "Now.  Eat."

Dipping her head to the first bowel, she discovered a browned meat, looking like hamburger.   The actress' nose told her that it was slightly spiced with cumin and some onions.   She could feel the saliva starting to form in her mouth, as her empty stomach growled at her.

The actress's face dived deep into the bowl, so she could get a hunk of the meat into her mouth.   She then lifted her head slightly and chewed.   Swallowing, she dipped her head back into the bowl for another bite.     

"Don't eat too fast, Sandy.    Take a small break and get some water."  The man's words came to her ears.

Realizing how thirsty she was, the actress left the food bowl and leaned over to the other one.   Leaning down into it, she lapped the water as best she could, then giving up and simply putting her lips in the water and drinking it in.

The coolness ran down her throat and she felt a contentment she has need known before.    Alls she wanted to do was finish the meat and water then curl up somewhere for a nap.

Such was a dog's life. 

The man walked over to the dog kennel and unlatched the opened the gate.

Hearing the sound, the actress awoke from her doze, shaking her head.    She got on to her hands and knees and trotted out the door.   The man had resumed his spot in the chair and she trotted over to me, sitting back on her haunches with her hand on the floor in front of her.

"Did you enjoy your nap?"  He asked, smiling at her.  "You know, we are going to have to find you a name.   We can't have you running around, barking and what not without a name.  What do you think we should call you?"

The actress blinked her eyes at him, turning her head to once side.  "How can I tell him anything without talking," she thought to herself.   Instead, she frowned slightly and gave him a small whine.

"Oh I know, " he apologized sightly to her.  "I'll just have to say some names and see if you like them.

She smiled and bobbed her head up and down.

"Alice?"  He asked and then saw she shook her head.

Trying again "Peggy?"  Another head skake.

"Uhura?"   That only brought a growl.

"How about Sandy?"

The actress nodded agreeably and ran around the room as best she could on all fours.     She returned to the man's feet and looked up at him with a smile on her face.

"Sandy it is then.   Such a good girl!"  The man beamed at her, patting her on the head.  Then he asked her a question she was not really ready for:

"Do you need to go to the bathroom, Sandy?"

The actress stopped in her tracks.   Looking up at him rather wide eyed, she didn't really know how to respond to that.   Her blatter told her she needed to go, but her brain refused to like the idea.   The only response she could come up with was a small bark at the man.

"I know, Sandy, but we all have to go sometime."  He told her gently.   The man got up from his chair and  strode over to the wall, where he retrieved a plain black leather color and leash.    Walking back to the actress, he bent down and fastened the collar around her neck, and the leash to the collar in turn.

"Come, Sandy" he ordered to her, as he gave a slight pull on the leash.   

The man walked her through a couple of rooms until he came up to a door that led them outside.   Following the man out the door, the actress saw a large grassy area.    The lawn looked freshly cut and felt springy on her hands and knees.   She dipped her head down to take in the smell of green through her nose.    Closing her eyes, she drank in the scent.    She could also feel the sun on her bare back.       The actress just wanted to lay down and roll around the feelings.

Suddenly, she tugged hard by the leash.

"Not now, Sandy.  We need to pick you out a spot to pee."  

The actress looked back to the man and followed his lead.    The man walked her around the yard, stopping here and here for her to sniff the ground and shake her head.  By the fourth or fifth stop, the man told her "you will have to pick soon Sandy, or I am going to lock you back in your kennel and you can pee there".

The actress bit her lip and looked around the grass.   Pulling on the leash, she lead the man to a spot next to the fence and stood there on all fours.  "Here then, Sandy?"  He asked her.  She nodded with a small whine.

"Then go about your business.    Raise your leg and pee."

Using the fence to brace her leg, the actress told her body to let go of the fluid.    But it wouldn't start.    Again she closed her eyes and pushed as hard as she could.

With a rush, the golden stream sprang from her body and wet the grass at the base of the fence.     The actress felt great relief as the urine streamed out, coming to a trickle at the end.    When she was finished peeing, she moved up a few feet from the wet spot and kicked the grass backwards with her feet.   

The man patted her on the head and told her "Very good girl, Sandy!   But it looks like you peed on yourself a bit.    You need a bath."

The actress laid in her kennel, slightly dozing.

The feeling of her pee pad felt slight wooly on bare skin and the fake grass itched at her nose.    She started to scratch it with her fingers but remembered what the man had said.   Flipping her hand over, she rubbed it with the back of her hand and then laid her head back down on her arms.

Her mind went back to a few hours ago, when this adventure started.    

She remembered being on all fours before the man who was her teacher now.   She had just agreed to his training with a single "woof" and he sat back in his chair and smiled.

"Good girl!   That is a good start,"  he had told her.  "But we need more transformation than that. "  The man had stood up and walked to a small door behind the kennel.   When he opened it, the actress could see it was a small closet.  "Come," he called to her.

She crossed the floor on all fours until she was at the doorway.  "Go inside and get undressed," he ordered her.   "Neatly fold your clothes and place them on a shelf.   Put all your personal items on another shelf and make sure your phone is plugged in one of the power cords.   When you are done, paw at the door and I will let you out."

The actress looked up at him with dewy eyes and then look at the dark closet and then back up to him.

"Now," he said with a final word.

She crawled into the closet and only turned to look behind her when the door shut and she could hear that lock click.   But suddenly the blackness disappeared with a bright light shining above her.   The actress could see the shelves the man had told her about, all empty except for a couple of metal trays and usb cords running from a socket on the floor to one of the higher shelves.

Getting to her feet, she took all of the items from her pockets and placed them on one of the metal trays.  Keys, wallet, sunglasses, lipstick and other miscellaneous things.   All of this went on a tray.  She then followed his orders and made sure her phone was plugged and and set it on a shelf, giving it a firm pat.

The actress then stripped.  Shoes went on a lower shelf.  Her pants followed, folded neatly on the next shelf.  On top of them went her blouse.    The top shelf held her bra and panties.  

Turning towards the door, the actress' body suddenly started to shiver.   She really came to grips with what she was doing and where she was going mentally.    Was she really going to do this?  Going to be naked before a man she really didn't know?  What the hell was she doing?

Still, the actress felt she needed to do this.   She needed to be a dog.    She needed to know what it was that was driving her to act this way.

She lowered herself to her hands and knees.   Padding over to the door, she scratched at it when a hand and pawed at it, giving a small whine to be let out.

The man opened the door and she trotted out of the closet, looking up at him with admiration.   He patted her on the head, and told her she was such a good girl.    

"Time for a little rest I think,"  he said to her.   Going over to the kennel, the man opened the door and pointed inside.   The actress gave a short bark and crawled in.   Turning around as best she could, she watched him as he latched the door and walked out of the room.   

She then layed down on the pad that was inside the kennel and closed her eyes. 

The actress remembered all this and smiled at the recent memories.