Christina chooses the lighter punishment

Christina's eyes begin to water. She looks at you, and your heart falls. "Forgive me, Ally. I-I just don't want to be a bitch." Then she reaches out and takes the black collar from your father. Without any hesitation, she fastens it around her neck. Then she slips off the couch and kneels before him, wrapping her arms submissively around his leg. She presses her face against his pant-leg and closes her eyes. "I'll be your ****, Master. I'll assist you in any way I can."

You've never seen your father smile in the way he does now, and you notice a definite bulge in his trousers. He tosses the unused Obedience! collar back into his briefcase, then reaches down with one hand to stroke Christina's blonde hair. "Excellent choice, my dear. Here's your first instruction. See if you can figure it out: dogs don't wear clothes."

Christina opens her eyes. Her mouth widens slightly, then she turns to look at you. She loosens her grip on your father. "I--yes, master."

She stands up and walks over to you. You're still on your knees--it seemed like the safest bet. She looms over you. "I'm sorry, Ally," she says, and proceeds to untie your bikini top. With a quick motion, your tits are once again visible to your father. You obediently shift onto your hands and knees so that Christina can undo your bottoms. You're now nude, aside from the collar. You cast a disparaging look up at your father and open your mouth to say something sarcastic.

No sound comes out. You try again, straining now, but to no avail. The Obedience! collar is doing its work. You groan, but because of the collar's effects, it comes out more like a growl.

"Good, Christina. I'll have some more appropriate attire for you new position delivered from the lab tomorrow morning. For now, keep on what you have, and make me some dinner. I'm very hungry. As for you," he turns back to you. "You look like you've already eaten. Good. Your dogfood will be here tomorrow morning as well, along with a couple of other things. For now ... you've been a very bad dog. And bad dogs don't get to sleep indoors."

He takes you by the collar and leads you towards the exit. You could fight him, but truth be told, you don't have the energy or will any more. You're tired and, at least for now, beaten. And you don't want to admit how much this is turning you on.

Your father takes you outside. From his pocket he produces a short leash. He attaches one end to your collar and the other end to a post next to the cabin. It's long enough to let you move in about a three-metre radius, no further. There's nothing in that area for you to reach.

You kneel next to the post and look at him. Being ornery hasn't helped so far--maybe if you play along he'll respond better. You try for a polite puppy whimper, pleased when it comes out just as you were expecting. You throw in some puppy dog eyes for good measure.

Your father chuckles. "Now you're getting into it." He even rewards you with a fond pat on the head. You feel your arousal heighten ever so slightly. "That's not going to get you back inside tonight, I'm afraid. Don't worry. You might get a little cold, but there's no rain forecast, and there's nothing on this island that will eat you. Oh, I almost forgot." He disappears back inside the cabin for a moment, then comes back out with a can of insect repellent. He sprays you down quite thoroughly. "There. Sleep tight--don't let the bugs bite." He chuckles again, now firmly in a good mood.

He goes into the cabin, closing the door behind him and cutting off the light that has been leaking out. With no exterior illumination around the building, your only light comes from the pale stars above and a large, luminous moon. It makes everything seem sinister. You can only hear the waves against the beach and the slow chirps of insects along the brush further inland. From inside the cabin, you can just make out your father's deep voice telling Christina some kind of story. You don't know how she responds.

You settle down onto your haunches. It's going to be a long night.