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“Sit, Sandy,” he commanded, and she tucked her knees beneath her again. A soft click sounded, and a pretzel appeared at her mouth. “Good girl,” he said. She took the pretzel and chewed, glancing up at him. A pleased smile pulled on his lips, releasing the pressure valve in her chest.
“Beg, Sandy.” He held up another pretzel, this time slightly out of reach. “Be a good puppy and beg.” Her pussy clenched at this command. If he would just touch her, fill her cunt with his fingers, he’d see how much she was already begging for him.
She swallowed hard, staring at the twisted treat. Deciding his smile was worth the momentarily lapse of dignity, she knelt up and bent her hands at the wrists. When the pretzel didn’t come closer, she threw in a drawn-out, low whine. And not only for his benefit. A blanket of warmth wrapped around her with each new dictate, each new chance to obey his command. A hot hunger brewed within her, and to feed it, she would whine, she would crawl, she would obey.
James chuckled. He pressed something in his left hand that made a soft clicking sound, then the pretzel came within reach. “Good, Sandy!” he cheered, giving her the treat. She chewed the salty, dry bit and swallowed.
“Down, Sandy, down.” He pointed to the floor. She’d had dogs growing up, and she knew this command. The clicker made sense too. He was training her to be his good puppy. He was also training her pussy to react to his commands.
“Sandy!” He tapped her nose with his finger, then pointed to the floor again. “I said, down.”
She put her hands on the floor and maneuvered her body until her knees were touching her chest and her chin was pressed to the platform. To add a bit of flair, she wiggled her ass to get the tail moving.
“Good, Sandy. Such a good girl.” James laughed and clicked the button. He knelt before her and ran his hands over her head, petting her like the good pup she’d become. “Such a good girl.” He presented her with another pretzel, and she took it.
James moved to his feet.
“Okay, let’s take a walk.” He stepped in front of her, and she stayed in position until he pulled on the leash to get her going. On hands and knees, she crawled forward to meet up with him. When he reached the end of the platform, he hopped down and put out his hand to stop her.
“I can do it,” she said, raising her gaze to his. He lifted his brow. “I can,” she whispered.
He gave a curt nod and moved to the side. Moving one hand then the other from the platform to the floor, she hand-crawled a bit more, then brought one knee, then the other. When she was on the solid floor, she chanced a glance up at him.
Pride.
He grinned with pride at her.
“Very good.” He scratched behind her ear, and her heart fluttered again. If this session didn’t end soon, she’d end up a big mess on the floor at his feet.
There wasn’t time to bask in his pleasure. He was on the move again, and she didn’t wait for the leash to tug on her this time. Keeping up with him was more difficult than she’d imagined. He didn’t give her any mercy with his speed, walking normally around the round platform, passing by the onlookers who moved out of the way for them as he walked his little pet.
“Sit.” He pulled her leash back, the leather cutting into her throat. She moved her ass to her heels, spreading them enough to make room for the tail.
“Stay.” He pointed at her, then dropped the leash to the ground in front of her. She chewed her lip while he stepped up on the platform and gathered the items he wasn’t using anymore, pocketing something.
The DM who had been watching from nearby stepped forward, and they spoke briefly. James handed over the items, and the DM nodded. Once the area was cleaned of their stuff, James hopped to the edge of the platform and sat down.
His boots hit the floor right in front of her.
“Leash.” He opened his palm in front of her face.
She tried to pick up the leash, but the furry paws didn’t allow her to grip anything. He snapped his fingers.
“Don’t make me ask again,” he warned.
Staring at the leather strip, she had only one way to do this. Leaning forward, she gathered the strip between her teeth and lifted it. Crawling closer to him, she dropped the leash in his palm.
“Good girl!” He chuckled and rubbed his hand over her hair again. “We can roll again,” he informed her. “But until we start the second roll, I’m keeping you as my pet. Understood?” He ran his finger down the length of her nose.
“Yes.”
“First,” he stroked her cheek again, “did being my pet work okay for you?”
“Better than I thought it would,” she said honestly. “I didn’t realize play outside of spanking and stuff like that could be so arousing.”
He grinned.
“Oh, there are a lot of things to play with besides spanking,” he promised her. Would he ever want to show her those things when he wasn’t forced into a pairing with her?
“What did you do with all the stuff?” She leaned to the side to see the original bench being brought back up onto the platform.
“I asked him to put it to the side for me. Right now, I’m taking you to the wheel so we can spin again. Another couple may need this space.” He got up to his feet. “Let’s go.” He tugged on the leash, and she quickly crawled in step with him.
A second spin. Hopefully, it was something easy—something she knew she could handle for him.
