Distractions

You stand there, waiting with Rebecca, until you hear a set of footsteps come to the door, and lock it. You sigh before sitting on the steps. You had lost, this was it, wasn't it? There was no way out of this, you'd either get caught tomorrow or have a punishment inflicted on you. You sit down on the steps as you try to think of how to get yourself out of this mess. The answer you quickly come to... There's nothing.

Rebecca rubs your shoulder. "Hey, don't be down. We don't know what will happen until it does. Let's try to distract ourselves from tomorrow. And I know just the thing." She helps you up, before walking up the stairs with your hand in hers.

You hadn't thought of the gym in a long time. You cross the threshold, finding yourself dressed in workout clothes again. As you look, you see Rebecca getting on her hands and knees. With that, she crawls into the gym.

She no longer wears the sports bra and shorts she wore the first time you came here. In fact, much like her normal outfit, nothing covers her breasts or pussy. But she is wearing some things that are different.

First, there is a proper leash on her collar. One that drags along the ground, until a voice emanates from her collar. "Pets don't have free movement when leashed." It's that dark voice again and you hear a squeak as her collar shocks her. Though the dark voice is sort of like you're hearing your own voice through a pitch shifter. You walk over grabbing her leash, lifting it into your hand.

The other pieces of clothing are a bit odd. There are leather knee pads, but it forces her calf up against her thigh, leaving her to walk solely on her knee and two leather gloves around her hands. Her fists are compressed inside of them, preventing her from using her fingers. As she lifts them, you can see paw prints on the bottom of both. Still, the padding is probably better than the nothing she normally has against the bare floor.

You look at her. "Are you sure you don't want to leave? We don't have to do this, I can just suck it up and..." She shakes her head. "No, no, some exercise will do you good. Although, I'm not sure if I can really exercise like this. I thought I could do some free weights, but I can't really hold them when I'm wearing petplay gloves. Still, you should exercise."

You sigh, but you have to admit, it does seem like you could do with some exercise, to take your mind off of things. So you walk to a treadmill, only to see a hook thing on the wall next to it. "What do you think that is? Has that always been there?" You can't help but look at it, confused. It has a latch on it, to prevent something from bouncing out of it once attached. Rebecca is also confused. "I didn't see it yesterday, but maybe I just missed it. Though I did mostly use the treadmills, so you'd think that wouldn't be possible. Especially embedded in the glass like that."

You shrug, before climbing on the treadmill. You want to start the machine, but you're still holding Rebecca's leash. Then an idea hits you. "Maybe it wasn't here yesterday. Maybe it's for your leash." With that, you place it on the hook, and a devious change to the room is revealed.

The floor next to the treadmill begins to move, just like a treadmill, the surface moving until it loops underneath the floor. Rebecca, with her leash on the hook, is **** to move, or else the collar will pull tight when the leash's length is expended. She is **** to walk like a dog, on a treadmill.

Your hand goes up to get the leash, but Rebecca stops you. "Don't. This is actually sort of fun, and... a bit hot. Why don't you use the treadmill next to me, and we'll see if you can keep up with me?"

You don't feel like arguing with her. And it did make you stop thinking about your exile. So you turn on the machine, and soon the both of you are working up a sweat. You are able to keep up with Rebecca, though of course her movements are a lot harder.

You can't quite focus though, as you see Rebecca in the full length mirrors along the wall. Her breasts bounce as her body lumbers forward, her ass rises and falls as her knees hit the padded floor. They jiggle a bit with each impact. Soon you have to stop your own exercise, as you trip on the machine, as you can't help but watch her.

"Hmm, are you just going to stand there or do you want to keep me running forever? Do you want to take your little pet on a walk of your own?" Her teasing breaks you out of it, as you grab the leash from the hook. The floor stops with the leash off the hook, and she stops moving forward.

"I'm... a bit excited..." Rebecca confesses, as she looks up at you. "Do you want to take me right here or should we move to the bedroom?" The answer is given, as the clock chime sounds throughout the house. Rebecca can't help but curse. "Fuck, and just when I'm so horny. Well, let's go to the bedroom, and maybe next time, you can take that leash and pull it tight as your hips drive into me."

You're so hard, but you don't have time. You need to go to the bedroom. Maybe it'd be enough to not get punished. Though it isn't technically your bedroom. You walk with Rebecca's leash, until she crosses the threshold of the room, removing the paws and leash. You join her, and the both of you descend to the bedroom.

You open the door walking in. Before, you were overwhelmed with images, but now, it is manageable. A whip here, a cane there. A dildo. If the previous feelings were a hurricane of information and feelings, this is like a light drizzle. Rebecca walks in on her hands and knees, and she goes to something you didn't notice from standing outside, as the room is almost flush against the front wall. "Hey, there's a bathroom in here. Although, it has a few toys as well."

You don't care to look, instead walking straight to the bed. You lay down, only to see that the ceiling has it's own perverse change. It is a giant mirror, and as Rebecca climbs on the bed, you see her form come up to you. You point up, and she looks, only to return with a smile. "Hmm, you think we have time to get in a quickie? I'd love to fuck you while you watch me from above."

She lays a kiss on your neck, only to help you take off your shirt. She kisses your stomach, as her hand goes into your pants. She rubs your hard cock before pulling it out. She lays a kiss on it, as you suddenly feel a wave of tiredness flow through you. "No, not yet."

But your begging is useless, as time moves forward, as night engulfs your consciousness.