A Dog

After what felt like eternity the front door slams once again as I sit up on my knees ready to greet Mistress as my heart pounds away. But I wait.....and wait...and wait until my fear of her being angry with me turns to fear of having been forgotten. However eventually the door does open and when it does I forget everything and hop to my feet as I rush to embrace her.

However seeing mistress makes me freeze in my tracks as I feel myself go hard at the sight of her. Mistress stands before me clad in a red sports bra that is valiantly holding in her massive bust and pretty much only her bust as a bead of sweat runs down her slightly plump tummy. The black leggings could easily be confused of being painted on as it hides nothing and shows she is without underwear. The only expression on her face is one of anger as her the few free strands from her sandy blonde bun clings to her face.

Suddenly I find my ass once again on the cold cement floor and my heart beat is replaced is by a dull throb from the back of my head. For a moment mistress's angry scowl is replaced with concern but only for a moment as she stands there her hand held up ready to deliver another slap to me if I was to rise.

"DOGS DO NOT STAND! I thought I taught you last night but no....It seems like all males in my life really are just dumb dogs. Because of YOU I couldn't catch David. So that means I need a new pet. I would have LIKED to treat you like a human but it's obvious IF I do then you'll just betray me!" she rages pacing back and forth in front of the door. As the numbness of my face fades only for it to be replaced by a burning sting that causes my eyes to water.

"Now what do dogs do when their owners get home." she says as she stops her pacing but still blocks the exit. However I my indecision causes her to start to shake as she looks around the garage until she finds some junk mail left on the washing machine next to the door and retrieves a magazine before rolling it up. When she smacks the magazine into hand that's all the motivation I need to get onto my hands and knees.

As I crawl to her I contemplate briefly about trying to crawl between her legs but I quickly ignore that knowing there's no way I could make it more than a foot before she'd drag me back into the garage. I also consider there is maybe a chance that if I do what she wants she MAY forgive me....though probably not fully.

I give her tennis shoe clad feet a single kiss each before planting one on her shin however my response was apparently wrong as she smacks my exposed ass hard with the magazine before yelling "NO! Dogs don't kiss they LICK! Do it right."

Shaking now I give her shoe a lick before continuing up her ankle and then shin as despite myself I enjoy the salty taste of her post workout skin as I feel myself growing hard once again. I make my next mistake as I move away from her left leg to her right as in between licks I beg "Please.......mistress....I'm.....sorry...-"

The magazine strikes me again and again for each word I spoke as mistress as I feel myself leaking more and more pre until she stops and in her wisdom instructs me once again "NO! Dogs don't speak. You are a DOG!"

Forgetting her warning already I start to whimper a "Sorry" before the magazine descends harder than ever before. I attempt to return to licking mistress however instead of allowing finding her leg I find air as I stumble forward as she had taken a step back and leaves me in the garage. I resist the urge to once again throw myself at the door to beg and choose to turn around and return my bed of laundry. The journey was agonizing as each step causes my foot long erection to smack into the floor but I find relief as I roll onto my side in the pile of laundry.

I try to resist the urge to jerk myself off knowing that a good dog wouldn't do that. I try to move the laundry around with my hand as I know I would be smacked for not acting like the dog I am, but I can't remain laying on a pile of laundry that I can smell her on as I rotate it. Eventually I think I got the cleanest parts near my head and the dirty ones either at my feet or buried deep in the pile as I lay on my side and shut my eyes trying to sleep, but sleep seems impossible to achieve with my erection.