The kennel

After everything she had experienced and was likely too while she thought of a way out of this place, Lisa decided food was needed but she needed to have a drink. She walked into The Kennel she was greeted to a relatively dark small room, but once her eyes adjusted, she realised, there was a bar with one waitress behind and a door leading to beyond.

The waitress was a younger girl with a slight frame and jet-black hair, dressed in comfortable looking artfully torn jeans, and a tshirt with the exception of what seemed to be a dog collar fastened around her neck.

“Ummm hey I’m Grace” the girl said in an Australian accent as she saw Lisa “you’re the first person to come in, can I help”

“Yeah, I could do with some food and booze, lots of booze”

“I thought you might. Guessing that’s going to be a popular order”

After a little discussion and fiddling with the register Grace figured how to input Lisa order.

“ok, so one order of the carbonara and 1 pint of lager, just scan your wrist”

Lisa waived her wrist over a pad and Grace blushed as something flashed onscreen.

“It says the cost for your meal is ummm your shirt”

Now it was Lisa’s turn to blush, but she was expecting something like this, she stripped off her shirt and passed it to Grace, at which the door to the side buzzed unlocked.

“The eating area is through there, it ummm, brings your food automatically. Just let me know if you need anything else.

Lisa walked through the door and was shocked, Instead of the booths, stools or tables she was expecting instead there was an array of what looked like metal yoga mats arranged as if there were supposed to be tables and clear Perspex domes on the floor in front of them. As she looked around she saw under one of the domes was two dog bowls containing her food and drink order.

Spotting a poster on the wall by way of an explanation and after a little experimentation Lisa discovered that as long as all 4 of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles were within a couple of inches of the metal mat, the dome slid back exposing the bowls. As soon as she moved to reach her food however, the dome quickly snapped back into place. This meant Lisa would be **** to eat her entire meal on all fours and without the aid of her hands, she would have to just eat and drink from the bowls like a dog. She also couldn’t help but notice her mat would point her ass directly at the door so anyone that came in would see her thong and freshly spanked ass from under her skirt.

Lisa quickly went back to the bar with Grace.

“Hey. Sorry, I thought it might be better if I didn’t tell you. But if you eat quick no one else will see” said Grace apologetically.

“It’s ok, I know its not your fault. But if I’m going to do this, I’m going to need more to drink. Three double whiskeys please”

“ok… If you’re sure” Said Grace as she held out the scanpad. “ummm I need your bra” Grace said as Lisa waved her wrist over the pad. Looking around to double check it was just the two of them, Lisa quickly slipped off her bra, covered herself with an arm and dashed back into the ‘seating area’. Under the Perspex dome now was a third bowl containing the amber liquid, presumably of her whiskey.

With nothing else for it Lisa dropped to all fours, exposing her food and shuffling forward slightly, bent her head down to the bowls and started to sip and lap up the whiskey. She was trying to get the ordeal over as quickly as possible and the faster and more enthusiastically she sipped and lapped at the drink the more her breasts swayed, shook and rubbed the ground. It was beyond humiliating. Especially when she stuck her face whole into the pasta.

By the time she had finished her meal, her face was a mess and bright red. It was only now that Lisa realised she would have to get back home in her current state of undress. Surprisingly it looked like it was starting to get dark outside, so who knows what time she woke up this morning but she still didn’t want to try and get back to her house topless.

Walking back to the bar, face covered in lager and carbonara, using her hands to hold her boobs in place as she walked.

“hey Grace ummm…. So I can’t leave her topless. Is there anything I can do”

Looking down shyly Grace pushed some buttons on the register, “you can buy your shirt back but it’ll cost some credits”