She wants to get in

Lauren had decided. As horrible as it may seemed, May was her only ticket out of this nightmare. She had to wait till morning. She wouldn't dare leave her there. She wouldn't... But she was not about the spend the night in a backyard completely naked. No way.

She crawled up to the backdoor and reached for the knob. Locked.

"Damn it."

She gazed at the door for a few minutes, took a deep breath to gather her courage, and then she knocked. No answer. She heard movement from inside, so Mr. Johnson was still awake. There she was, the sexiest woman in town, crawling naked, **** to get into a man's house, and he didn't even bother answering the door. With teeth clenched, she knocked again, a bit louder. Then shortly she saw the lights for the backyard switched on. She took a few steps back and sat down, looking at Mr. Johnson appearing at the door.

"What? What do you want?" he asked, looking down at Lauren.

Lauren just sat there pathetically, looking at the old man with the best 'puppy eyes' she could muster. Surely he would take pity on her.

"Oh, does my little puppy want to come inside?"

Lauren was glad that he could read his mind. She nodded as she started moving towards the door, but Mr. Johnson put his leg there to block her way inside. Lauren stopped and looked up at the geezer questioningly?

"If my puppy wants something, she can ask for it." he said, with a sardonic grin on his face.

Lauren just sat there, not knowing what to do. Did the geezer expect her to talk? He treated her like a pet, but he mentioned talking before. Was he expecting her to break the rules of her little 'punishment'? Not that it was the'rules' that kept her silent. She couldn't speak without giving away her identity. It was not certain he would recognise her voice, but it was a risk she didn't dare taking. But how else could a pet...

Oh, my God! Lauren's eyes widened with the realization. The geezer expected her to talk... like a dog... She had been acting like a puppy for about an hour now, and every minute of it had been more than demeaning, but this was something she had never done before. She kind of locked this horrible experience out, refusing to think about it, but barking at the old man for something she needed seemed like total surrender. She would acknowledge that she depended on her 'owner'. She was not prepared for that.

Then she felt a chilly breeze on her naked back and shuddered. She didn't want to be left outside. She swallowed what little she had left of her pride, looked up at Mr. Johnson... and whimpered a soft "Woof...".

"Aww, that's a start." said the geezer with a smile, "But I'm sure my little pet can do better than that."

She lowered her head in shame, closed her eyes, and barked "Woof!" At that point, she regretted not escaping before. It might have been better collapsing on the streets than this. She would never be able to forget that sound. Her own **** bark... It would haunt her for the rest of her life.

"Attagirl!" cooed Mr. Johnson, "I'm so proud of you." He removed his leg from the door. "Come!" he beckoned.

Finally, thought Lauren. She crawled into the house, not willing to look the old man in the eyes. She just wanted to find a place where she could collapse and sleep till morning.

As Mr. Johnson locked the door behind them, he spoke up again, "But before you get yourself comfortable, we'll need to take care of something first."

Lauren was glad that she was finally inside the warm house -- not that it was that much colder outside but still -- but she couldn't help but worry about what the geezer had come up with this time. Nothing good, no doubt.