Think things through.

Despite part of herself telling her that it was important not to disappoint her mistress, Lucy knew what she really wanted was to be free. To be a person, walking on two legs and wearing clothes instead of a collar. The gate out of the yard was locked, but the fence looked climbable enough. After that she just had to run, go somewhere those lunatics and her mistress -Why am I still thinking of her as my mistress? Is she really any different?- wouldn't find her, and look for a payphone to call her family or the police.

That thought made her remember the cops that had taken her sweater and thrown her out onto the street without a stitch of fabric to cover herself with yesterday. How the people on that street had jeered at her, how everyone had laughed when someone told her to crawl instead of walking. The remembered fear made Lucy lose control of her bladder, and urine ran down her legs into the grass as she moaned in humiliation. She tried to hold it, but once unleashed there was no stopping it until her bladder was empty, leaving her thighs coated with warm liquid.

When it was over Lucy looked around for something to clean up with, thoughts of escape momentarily forgotten. She was still searching when she was startled by the woman's return. Her mistress, who had rescued her from that awful scene on the street and rescued her again today by getting her out of the kennel. Relief flooded her mind, but also shame. She didn't want her mistress to see her in this gross condition.

But the woman, now dressed in comfortable white sneakers, rose colored spandex jogging pants, and a worn out shirt several sizes too large for her, just smiled at her. "Did you do your business? Good girl. That way we only have to clean you once. I bet you'll feel a lot better when you're nice and clean."

She unclipped the leash from Lucy's collar, then picked up a bucket and a garden hose Lucy hadn't noticed behind the clutter of furniture and took a couple steps out onto the grass. After indicating that Lucy should crawl over, she upended the bucket to dump out a sponge and a bottle of soap, then righted it and started filling it with water.

Lucy waited patiently for the bucket to fill. When it was half full her mistress lowered the water pressure and aimed the hose at her. Warm water flowed onto Lucy's back, and a second later the sponge joined it. Guided by the woman's expert hand, it gently massaged her back and sides as she made sure Lucy was wet from the neck down. Then she turned the hose off and squirted some soap into the bucket, mixing it around before dunking the sponge in.

Then it was back on Lucy's skin. She was cleaned thoroughly, her mistress diligently scrubbing every inch of her. She paid extra attention to Lucy's legs, and spent far more time than she had to pressing the sponge against her vulva while her free hand stroked her butt. When she removed the sponge and turned on the hose again to rinse off the soap, that hand even went between her legs to stroke her labia and touch the inside of her pussy.

Lucy wasn't sure she liked this at first, but it didn't feel nearly as degrading as when Kim had fingered her on the sidewalk. By the time her mistress turned off the water, she had started pushing her hips back to encourage her to keep going, and was disappointed to feel those talented fingers leave her.