Forced into Submission (16 page)

In a real emergency I could gnaw through the twine. This was definitely an emergency but the problem was I had tried biting the line to see if I could do it and it had taken thirty minutes to chew my way through. I didn’t have thirty minutes. I could hear her key in the second lock. I didn’t even have thirty seconds. I dropped my gaze from the keys and turned my face to the door.

“Pam,” my roommate said as she walked through the door, “the bridge was washed out and…”

She stopped in mid sentence and a horrified look crinkled up her face. She dropped her keys and purse and fell back against the door.

“Pam…what are you…? What’s going on? Pam? Did someone? Are you…,” she jabbered.

I looked at her and then up at the keys pleadingly. I held up my useless hands so that she could see the locks, glanced at them pointedly and then at the keys again. I felt mortified. My impression of Leslie had always been that she was a very prim and proper young woman. I was sure that seeing me like this was distressing. If I could just get loose I was sure I could explain. I hoped that I could calm her down so as to maybe not lose a roommate that I really liked and got along well with.

“Oh you poor thing,” she said, pushing herself from the door and reaching for the keys.

“Thank god,”
I thought.
“She’s going to free me. I can get dressed and explain.”

She tugged on the keys to no avail. I specifically used twine that was heavy enough that it couldn’t be broken by pulling on it just to keep that temptation from myself. She followed the twine down to the bucket and tried to tug it loose but, by now the string had embedded itself deeply in the ice.

“Just a minute,” she said, soothingly. “I’ll get a knife from the kitchen.”

She ran to the kitchen and my shoulders slumped. In my trussed up state it would have been almost impossible for me to use a knife but, to be absolutely sure, I had removed that temptation also. All of the knives, scissors and, in fact, anything that could have been used to cut that line were safely stashed on my closet shelf where I couldn’t reach them.

“What’s going on here, Pam?” she asked as she reentered the living room. “All of the knives are missing.”

She sat down on the couch and looked at me oddly. I lowered my head in shame. I had been so intent on my fantasy that I had never dreamed of this scenario, trapped and waiting for the ice to melt while my roommate sat fully clothed just a few feet away. I felt a twinge in my crotch that wiggled its way up my body. I could feel the flush in my neck. I shivered as my body betrayed me.

“Oh god, please no,”
I thought.

“Pam,” Leslie snapped. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

I lifted my face and tried to speak but, with the collar, all that came out was a pitiful whine.

“You sound like a dog,” she said coldly. “In fact with that tail sticking out of your ass you look like a dog.”

That pushed a serious button and my hand flew involuntarily to my pussy. It hit the chastity belt. I rubbed anyway but I couldn’t feel anything. I wanted so badly to touch myself. I moaned in frustration.

“What is that thing on your crotch?” Leslie said crossly.

I snatched my hand away and looked back up at the keys. I whimpered and gestured at them again. I had to get out of this thing and…

“You’re turned on, aren’t you?” Leslie said. “This… this, whatever it is, turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I pleaded with my eyes. I felt so helpless and all that did was make my cunt ache. I gestured to the keys again. Leslie looked at me grimly, stepped over and picked up her purse. She rummaged around for a minute and came out with a pair of travel scissors.

“Does little doggie girl want the keys?” she asked sarcastically.

By now my face was beet red with shame and desire. I nodded.

“Beg, girl,” she sneered.

“Beg? Ooooh!”

I looked at her but she didn’t move. She was serious. I got up on my knees with my useless hands dangling in front of me like paws.

“Arf,” I barked.

She cut the twine and the keys dropped in front of me. I reached out with both mitts to get them and she kicked them across the room.

“Fetch, girl,” she laughed.

“Fetch? Ooooooooooh!”

I scrambled over to the keys like I was possessed. My body was on fire. I picked them up with my mouth, brought them back and laid them at her feet. My pussy was aflame. I had been playing this game so long by myself I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted to be a real, well, a pretend real, dog.

“Oh my, Pammy,” she smiled, “this really turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I couldn’t help myself. I started whining like a real dog. I put my face on her leg and rubbed it up and down. She reached down and tousled my hair and I spasmed.

“We need a name for you, don’t we girl?” she asked.

“A name?”
I questioned silently.

“Yes,” she giggled, reading my thoughts. “I really don’t think Pam is a proper name for a puppy, do you? I think we’ll call you… Kiki. What do you think, girl?”

I wiggled all over.

“I’ve always wanted a puppy,” Leslie mused, “and now I have one. A sweet little puppy to play with and train to be very obedient to all my commands and…”

“Wait a minute,”
my mind screamed.
“Train to be obedient? To all of her commands? That sounds like she is planning on keeping me like this permanently.”

“My friend Carole is going to be so surprised,” she continued. “She is going to love helping me teach you tricks.”

“Her sadistic friend Carole? No fucking way!”

Her last sentence brought me back to reality. I didn’t want to play anymore, especially if she was going to have Carole join in. I picked the keys up with my mitts and twisted them around so that I could get them in my teeth and begin the laborious process of getting the first key into the padlock on my right wrist. Leslie reached down and snatched them away.

“Bad, Kiki,” she said. Bad, bad, Kiki.”

She put the keys on the mantle, rolled up a piece of newspaper, grabbed my hair to hold me in place and started smacking my ass. It hurt and I yelped like a real dog.

“You are going to learn, Kiki, that you are my puppy now,” she said as she continued to sting my rear end. “I will love you dearly but when you are bad you will be punished.”

She finally stopped and let me go. I collapsed mewling on the floor, looking up at her satisfied smirk.

“You wanted to be a puppy, Pam, and now you are one,” she smiled. “From now on you will live your life as my sweet, loving, obedient puppy dog. From now on you will crawl on your paws like a puppy, you will eat dog food from a bowl like a puppy and you will do your business in the yard like a puppy. Of course puppies are much too young to have sex so that thing will stay on your crotch.”

“No sex?”

I mewled louder which just made her laugh. She sat down on the couch and patted her lap.

“Come, Kiki,” she said.

I picked myself up and crawled to her. I whined and rubbed her leg and pleaded with my eyes. I didn’t really want to live as a puppy and I sure as hell didn’t want to not be able to touch myself. The whole thing was just a game I liked to play for a few hours. Couldn’t she see that? She reached out and patted my head.

“Such a good girl,” she purred. “We are going to have so much fun together, aren’t we, Kiki?”

I looked at her in horror. I could see the change in her eyes. I wasn’t her roommate any longer. I was her puppy. She really meant to keep me as her dog. I shook my head and begged her. She smiled at me and hiked her skirt up to her waist. Then I watched in fascination as she skinned her panties off and spread her legs.

“One of the nicest things about little puppies,” she said happily, pulling my face into her cleft, “is their sweet little pink tongues.”

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