Walked to the Door

Sophia is clearly delighted to be taking her new dog, i.e you, out on a walk. Her steps are bouncy and light like she’s about to start skipping across the floor, and there’s such a dazzling smile on her pretty face it’s almost enough to make you forget the threat of the remote in her pocket. She pulls you with her by the leash, leading you down a long corridor with rough mats instead of honest carpet. The walls on either side of you are more like paper screens, with wooden poles forming the structure. You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen a building made like this before, the unfamiliar surroundings only adding to your sense of utter disorientation. The disconnect between the otherwise entirely normal family and the way they treat you like their tame animal is already making your head spin.

Sofia steps up to the door at the end of the passage, sliding her feet out of the fluffy slippers she’s wearing which she neatly places in a wooden stand with a few other sets. Then she bends over to pull on a pair of sleek, white trainers, the fabric of her black jogging trousers pulling tight enough over her ass to show off the firm round shape of both cheeks. You can’t help but stare, your mouth hanging open, as she wiggles her hips from side to side.

She’s tying her laces now, humming a jaunty tune under her breath. You can gawp all you want at that perfect ass, a hot tingling between your legs as your soft dick stirs. It's so easy just to stare, but really you know there’s something very strange and disconcerting about this beautiful blonde not caring in the slightest about shoving her butt in the face of a naked man she’s never even met before. She’s only so careless because she doesn’t think of you as a man at all, not really. You’re just her cute dog, that's all.

She straightens, giving the leash a sharp tug that yanks on your collar, and it’s then you feel a cold lump in your throat. You’re about to be led outside, entirely naked and on all fours! As if being **** to act the meek, panting dog for this teenager and her crazy family wasn’t humiliating enough! Now she’s going to let the whole street see you like this.

It won’t matter anyway, you tell yourself even as your cheeks burn hot and your stomach clenches. In fact, it’s a good thing if someone not from this insane family happens to see you being walked like a dog. They’ll call the police for sure, they have to seeing a naked man crawling around after a teenager! And then someone will come save you from this nightmare, and get this fucking shock collar off your neck.

Sofia steps towards the door, giving your leash another yank to make sure you keep up with her. Your leash...why are you thinking that? It’s not your fucking leash! It belongs to this psycho family, along with everything else they’re using to **** you. You scowl, furious at yourself already as you awkwardly clamber after her. Sofia has her hand on the doorknob and is trying to jiggle it open, not seeming to get anywhere fast. She bits her lip again, looking thoughtful.

“Stupid lock, what’s going on now...uh, that’s right, you’re here now, Maxie.” She sighs. “Must be the restriction chip, like in that boring manual Mom made me read.” Her finger slips over the side of the door handle, and she does something with her hand you can’t quite see. Just like that the handle slips down, and she opens the door with a smile of relief. “Let’s go Max! Walkies!” She squeals shrilly, practically dancing out the door. You hesitate for just a moment, caught there like a deer in headlights. Can you really even do this? Crawl out naked, your ass in the air and your soft cock dangling where anyone can see?

The firm tug on your collar as Sofia yanks it with what must be all the strength in her teenage body makes that choice for you. With a strangled gasp, you crawl after her, into the cool open air. As the sun catches on your tingling, naked skin, you can’t even decide if you’re hoping or dreading the moment someone not a part of this crazy family sees you like this.