Once upon a time part 5

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Chapter 5.

In the morning, Master produced a larger butt-plug.

"I think you can cope with this." He said, "And with this."

He produced some very odd leather mittens. A tube of heavy leather with a wide strap and buckle at the open end.

"Give me your hands."

He strapped them on, buckling them firmly over my wrists.

"These will teach you not to use your hands.

They did. I couldn't do anything with my thumbs and fingers locked inside.

"Today, Jon, try not to stand up. Go on all fours but remember that Dogs don' go around on their knees. Hands and feet, please, and knees bent so you have a straight back. Now I must go to earn a living".

I gave Master a goodbye lick and off he went whilst I spent another infinitely tedious day trying to remember not to stand up.

Without standing up I couldn't use the bathroom, and with those gloves on I found it very difficult to cope with my shorts. I pushed them down eventually, and remembering how dogs pee I went over to the hole in my yard and cocked a leg. It almost worked but I got wet. With the butt-plug in place, feeling like a baseball bat inside me, that was all that I could do. It was easier not to pull the shorts back..

At last Master returned and I greeted Him ecstatically. He looked at my naked condition and grinned.

"Now you see why dogs don't wear shorts. You'll probably be better going bare, don't you think. You want to go out?"

I nodded and we went out into my yard where He pulled out the plug. I was embarrassed to go whilst He watched, but I had no choice.

"Master, in these gloves I can't wipe myself. Please will you take them off for me?"

He shook His head.

"Paws are permanent" He told me. "I'll clean you."

That night there was a new development. Instead of my sleeping in the guest room, Master had placed a pile of cushions in the gym.

"This is your room and bed from now on" he told me.

It was a wonderful thought, if he had given me my own room instead of the Guest Room and a proper dog bed, perhaps he would let me stay.

At the end of the week, Master said that we must have a serious talk, and asked me if I really wanted to stay on as his dog.

"It's a lifetime commitment to absolute obedience, and there can be no going back. You've had a taste of how it might be, but once we start it will be harder for you. Do you really want it?"

I begged him to let me stay, pointing out that my only difficulty was the boredom of those long days alone, and he hugged me, saying that he really wanted me to share his life.

"If you 're absolutely certain, then we have to do it properly so as to safeguard both of us, and there are things I need to get for you."

"Master," I said " I brought some money with me. May I give it to you, because I shan't need it now?"

"From now on, everything is ours, not yours or mine," Master said. "How much did you bring?"

"Everything that was available in my bank account. Nearly three thousand pounds"

We went to the guest room - no longer my room - and I showed him whereto find the roll of notes. Master assured me that they would be used for my welfare.

In the next few days, Master did some things I could not really understand. He measured my neck with great care, made a cast of my hands, and made some odd measurements of my feet and legs. It didn't worry me because now I knew that Master would know best. I loved sleeping on my doggy bed and I was getting used to going around nude, for only Master was there and He never wore clothing in the house. I did wonder, though what else he meant by 'doing it properly'. I discovered a few days later.