Hobbled on all fours

Tanya was half-expecting the tape to be unceremoniously slapped across the mouth, and so was doubly surprised when Rachel strolled in and grabbed her right wrist. Then, yanking her wrist up to her shoulder, Tanya found herself in the scary situation of having her wrist and shoulder strapped together by several loops of tape.

Tanya grunted in shock as her right elbow suddenly took more of her weight. Yet worse was to come. Before Tanya could get used to the strange new sensation, she had to deal with Rachel roughly taking hold of her left wrist. With brutal efficiency, another roll of tape was used to secure Tanya's left wrist to her left shoulder, and Tanya began to get a horrible idea of where this was leading to.

As she struggled to keep her balance on only her elbows, Tanya turned to plead with Rachel. Instead, she merely ended up witnessing Rachel grabbing one of her ankles and forcing it against Tanya's backside. Rachel winked, and put a single finger to her lips as Tanya began to protest against this latest indignity. Within seconds, the ankle was taped securely to her upper thigh, and now her knee took the same weight that her elbows were currently dealing with.

With complete inevitability, Tanya's second ankle was ceremoniously taped to her other upper thigh, and Rachel stepped back to appreciate her handiwork.

With a brief round of applause, Rachel jumped up and down with glee.

"Oh, you just look perfect!" she cried, happily.

Stepping deftly forward, she grabbed the protesting Tanya by the stomach, and lifted her off the table with surprising strength. Depositing the helpless woman on the floor, Tanya now found herself with a much lower perspective on things than before.

"I was thinking," Rachel continued, conversationally, "how you were being such a bitch. Then I thought, well, why not make you the _other_ kind of bitch?!"

Tanya lowered her eyes in shame. With dread, she heard Rachel grab the remaining items from her bag, and she barely had time to process how ridiculous she must look before she found a collar placed around her neck.

Tanya was about to look up at Rachel, when Rachel seemed to decide that "sight" was not something Tanya was much in need of right now. Before she could react, Tanya felt the cold embrace of a blindfold, and clasps brush against the back of her hair.

She reactively tried to twist her head away, to protect her sight, but this only resulted in Rachel's spanking her hard on her exposed and helpless ass. The **** of the blow was the tipping point that sent Tanya sprawling on the floor, and she groaned in pain as her bound arms and legs were splayed out around her.

Lying flat on the floor, Tanya felt the fight drain out of her, and Rachel may short work of the blindfold's clasps, pulling it tighter than seemed necessary and throwing Tanya's world into darkness.

"Now, now, no lying around on the job! You're a working bitch, not some lay-around-the-house lap-dog!"

A leash had been fixed to the collar that fitted uncomfortably around Tanya's neck, and Rachel yanked hard on it to indicate that Tanya should struggle back to her "feet".

With a moan, Tanya edged her way up, using her elbows and knees to slowly and jerkily get back up.

She could only imagine how this must look - dressed in a thong and tiny bra, collared and leashed, bound to look like she had four short legs like some common canine.

As bad as this was though, Tanya knew there was only worse to come. With a sinking realisation, Tanya heard Rachel begin to walk away and the leash became taut. Without any other possible cause of action open to her, Tanya began to walk forwards on all fours. She knew the door would be opened even before she heard Rachel play with the handle. As the door swung open, Tanya heard the noises of the convention hall outside flood into their otherwise quiet meeting room.

Pausing for a second, Rachel let Tanya take in the enormity of what was about to happen, before cheerfully calling out "Walkies!"