She was mad two nights ago. Mad enough to leave the party early and take a taxi back to her apartment. I guess I did flirt a bit too much. Alyson was ready to call off our engagement and told me so when I caught up to her on the sidewalk. After I’d apologized and pleaded with her to reconsider, she told me to be at her apartment at 6 a.m. sharp the next morning.

I love Alyson. It’s strange how you don’t realize how much you love someone until you almost lose them. I was at her apartment at 6 a.m. sharp. I let myself in with my key and worried that she might want it back.

There was a note on the floor. I bent down to pick it up, but I saw written on it in big black letters: “Do not pick this up! Get on your hands and knees to read this.” I found myself getting down on my hands and knees to read the small print at the bottom of the paper. It read: “Take off all your clothes and empty your pockets on the floor. Then take the paper bag under the table and open it.”

My heart was pounding. In the bag was a note which read: “You behaved like a dog last night, and since you love to fuck me doggy-style, I have decided that you can be the doggy for me today. Now crawl to the balcony and open the bag out there. If you decide to leave, don’t forget to leave my key.”

My cock was hardening as I crawled across the living room and through the open glass doors to Alyson’s balcony. I hoped that I wouldn’t be caught by any of her neighbors. I saw that in the far corner, a few unopened trash bags had been spread out and that there were a few days’ worth of newspapers spread out on top of them. This seemed strange to me.

The bag for me contained a dog collar with a leash attached to it. There were three other items in the bag. One was an anal plug, and the note I found inside the bag instructed me to insert it in my asshole “since you haven’t been housebroken yet.” I pushed it in.

Another item was a small bell attached to a rubber band. The note instructed me to tie the rubber band around my dick. The bell jingled on my cock as I moved. The third item was a blindfold. The note concluded: “After you put your blindfold on, crawl over to get the morning newspaper and bring it to me in your mouth. I am in the bedroom.”

Fortunately, I had already brought the newspaper into her apartment and set it by her front door. Without being able to see, I slowly crawled to where I had put the newspaper and felt for the rubber band around it with my nose. I put the rubber band between my teeth and managed to carry the newspaper to Alyson’s bedroom. I bumped the side of her bed with my shoulder and lowered my head to drop the newspaper on the floor.

“Good doggy!” she said. “As a reward, you get to lick my foot.”

Alyson stuck her foot out of the warm covers, and I licked it. She didn’t say anything else, so I sucked on her toes. She sighed.

“Now, I hope you remember that doggies only bark,” she said and laughed. “If you want to say ’Yes, I am your obedient dog and I will do as you want,’ you bark once. That is all you have to remember. Do you understand, my little puppy?”

I barked with her toes still in my mouth.

“Good boy. Now I am going to show you what happens to bad doggies. Bad doggies don’t obey their mistresses and get whacked. Put your doggy face on the floor and spread your hind legs. Oh, and be sure to bark after each one.”

I anticipated a spank, but Alyson had found a leather belt of mine, as I quickly realized when I felt the sting of leather on my ass. I barked as ordered. The second blow hurt even more than the first, but I barked again. In all, I received ten strokes of the belt. I was in tears but I didn’t move, and I remembered to bark after each one. I felt a strange sort of pride in following Alyson’s rules.

“Now, kiss my hand to thank me for your lesson,” she said. “And wag your doggy ass to show me how happy you are.”

I kissed Alyson’s hand and started licking it. I was indeed becoming her trained pet, and I loved it.

She stood over me and told me to put my head under her nightgown and lick her cunt. I found myself more dedicated to the task than ever before. I wanted nothing more than to please her. She came alter about ten minutes and then pushed my lace into her cunt to clean herself off.

Now Alyson took hold of my leash and had me crawl by her side into the living room, where she took off my blindfold and started “teaching” me tricks. She yelled for me to roll over, and I did. She said, “Beg,” and I did. She told me to fetch the newspaper, which was still in her bedroom, and I went crawling and jingling alter it. She was in the kitchen when I got back to the living room, but I remained there, naked and on all fours, waiting for her to return. The fear and excitement I felt as I thought about the rest of the day-it was still only 7 a.m.-kept my heart pounding.

“Are you a happy dog?” Alyson asked me when she came out of the kitchen. I barked and instinctively wagged my ass.

She had me pick up the paper with my teeth and then led me into the kitchen and had me crawl under the table. i could smell the bacon. I’d always loved the way she made breakfast for me. She had prepared only one plate this morning, however, and she placed it on the table and sat down.

“I forgot to give you something,” she said· happily. She went to the cupboard and brought out a rubber bone and sat back down. She held it under the table for me to take between my teeth. T)len she pushed my head down at her feet. “There had better be a lot of your doggy tooth marks on it, or I’ll think you don’t like your new toy,” she said.

I could hear Alyson slowly sipping her coffee and the newspaper pages turning as I chewed on the rubber bone. When she finished breakfast, she put her plate on the floor beside her chair. There was some egg yolk, some leftover potatoes and some bacon grease on it. She told me I could lick it up but that she wanted to hear me bark first. I barked, then cleaned her plate with my tongue. She asked me ii I was thirsty, and I barked. She snapped her lingers and pointed at a dog bowl in the far corner of the kitchen. I trotted over to it on all fours and drank.

Alyson whistled for me to come back to her and when I did, she took my leash. She stood up and led me out to the balcony. She had me crawl over to where the newspapers were laid out on the unopened trash bags. I looked at them, puzzled. I turned to look at her. Her arms were folded and she was stamping her foot impatiently.

“If you don’t hurry up, I will get very mad,” Alyson said sternly. “If you mess on my carpet, I will kick you out my front door as you are.”

Realizing what was expected of me, I positioned myself over the newspapers and raised my right leg. I relieved myself all over the newspapers as she stood there smiling at me. When I was through, she told me to get under her nightgown again and lick her cunt. Alyson was very wet from putting me through my doggy training. I was proud of myself for having done such a great job as her pet.

It wasn’t long before I heard the moans signaling her orgasm. With her come on my face, Alyson blindfolded me again and told me to put my head on the ground and grab my “back paws” with my “front paws.” She taped my wrists to my ankles tightly enough to keep me secured. She took the anal plug from my asshole and replaced it with a vibrator. She chuckled as she turned the vibrator on and then used tape to secure it in place.

“I am going to play some tennis,” Alyson said. “Now you be good.”

With that she left me. She closed the glass balcony door, and I heard her draw the curtains. I was in that position for probably an hour and a half before I heard the glass door being opened. I had a sore asshole, and my cock was also sore from being hard during much of her absence.

“You are a good doggy,” Alyson said as she ripped the tape (and some of the hair) off my ankles and wrists. I fought the urge to shout out in pain by making it into a bark. “Now, little puppy, I want you to put on a show for me.” She had me kneel before the glass doors. “I want you to come all over the glass.”

Alyson coated my cock with baby oil by squirting it at me. Eager for release, I rubbed my hard cock furiously, and came in no time. I was breathing heavily afterward, and I found myself sticking my tongue out as I panted.

Alyson led me to one of the chairs on the balcony. She went back inside and brought out my dog bowl. She took off my blindfold and I saw her in her sweaty tennis outfit, looking like an angel to me.

“Little doggy, you look so hungry,” she said sympathetically. My bowl had oatmeal in it. I was hungry, and it smelled like the greatest food in the world to me. She assisted me by dipping her toes into the oatmeal to feed me. My cock hardened again as I licked the oatmeal from her toes, wagging my ass like a happy dog.

When I finished the oatmeal, Alyson took my face in her hands and said, “I love you.” It was so sweet and sincere that it caught me off guard. I barked, and she seemed to recognize it as an “I love you.”

Smiling, Alyson put the rubber bone in my mouth and went back inside. I lost track of the time, having become very content to spend Saturday naked on her balcony chewing on a rubber dog bone. When she returned, she was wearing the red dress she had on when I first told her I loved her. And she was wearing the necklace with the ruby heart I had bought her. She led me inside and unfastened my dog collar. She told me to bend over and then slowly pulled the tape from my ass and took out the vibrator. She took my hand and walked me into the bathroom where a hot bubble bath was waiting for me.

“Take your time in here and relax,” she said, looking as if she was in awe of what I had endured for her love. “Then take a shower and put on the robe hanging on the door. I do hope you’ve learned your lesson and that what happened last night will never happen again. I have no intention of sharing you with anybody. That’s why I was so angry last night. Like it or not, you are mine.”

Later we got dressed and went out dining and dancing. It was the most romantic evening we had ever had.