Beatrice Wants A Puppy

She grinned and patted your head. "Go about your day normally, but once the final bell rings, walk to my house. Let yourself in with the key hidden under the third rock to the left of the back door. Go into my bedroom, strip completely and kneel in the middle of the floor. Wait there for me. Say you understand."

"I understand, Goddess." Your body was **** to obey her rules, even as your brain raced, thinking of a way out.

"Say you adore and worship me."

"I adore and worship you, Goddess."

"Good boy." She grins even wider. "Keep it up and you may just get a treat."

You got up and went to class, more than a little distracted. Thank goodness, in a weird perverted way, for her order to act normally, you don't think you'd get through the day otherwise. But once class is over, you walk to Beatrice's very large house, let yourself in the back, and uncontrollably take off your clothes before kneeling in the middle of the floor.

At least without instructions you regained control of your arms and head.

Looking around, you get a sinking feeling what Beatrice wants. Amid the posters and the tidy, classy girly room, there's a huge dog cage, with a collar and leash set right outside, and most incriminating of all, dog bowl with your name on it.

Suddenly the door creaks open.