Fetch

Something new.
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"Today", he said, "we're going to play a little game." Hearing those words, she was excited and looking forward to something new.
"Take off your clothes and kneel before me," he told her.

Being naked is being vulnerable and she hated being vulnerable. She should have known that his game would not be exciting for her. So, there she was kneeling at his feet, watching, waiting and feeling embarrassed. He enjoys tormenting her so he sits quietly until she starts to squirm. that's when he decides to get things going.

He pulls out a blindfold and places it on her face. "We are going to play a game of fetch," he tells her. "I will toss this toy around the room and you will find it by listening to the little bell inside it and then you will quickly go and fetch it bringing it back to me.." "You are not to use your hands." "You are to bring it to me in your mouth, just like a puppy would."

"You will then hold onto it no matter how hard I tug on it until I tell you to drop it." "You are to be as excited about playing fetch as a puppy, this means you are to wag your "tail", Lift your head to be petted, be excited and impatient for me to toss the toy again."

"Do you have a problem with my game?"

"No Sir," she whispers. Meanwhile, through this entire thing she has been sitting there with a look of horror on her face. she can't believe he's actually going to treat her like an animal. Sometimes, she wonders what she's gotten herself into choosing to live as a submissive and why oh why did she say she wanted to become more. To become his slave. To give up all her rights. Why does she want this?

"Good, then from this moment on, you cannot speak other than to bark or whine like a puppy."

He shakes the toy and then sends it flying. She listens to where it falls and then crawls on all fours to try and find it. Finding it easily, she thinks, "this isn't so bad." As she uses her hands to try and get it so she can pick it up with her mouth, the paddle comes down hard across her ass. "BAD DOG!" he yells. "I told you no hands."

"Oh God" she thinks "he's got the heavy paddle out." this paddle is not something to take lightly. It's almost a half inch thick and it's covered with holes. Holes that leave welts and it bruises her ass so quickly. "Damn" she cries out. which of course, Puppies can't talk and so he paddles her again.

"Get the toy and bring it back to my chair" he tells her. Quickly she bends down, scoops it up in her mouth and crawls back into the living room. He holds his hand under her chin and she drops the toy. "BAD DOG!" he tells her again, "I didn't tell you to drop it yet."

She whimpers and tries to rub her head under his hand. Desperately trying to fulfill her "role". but he's not having any of it.

"Looks like it's going to be a long day." He sadly tells her. "We're going to continue to do this until you get it right." "You will put more into your role." "You will become my Pet and if you do not act quickly, I will paddle you until you do." Saying that, he tosses the toy down the hall.

His game continues for another hour. Back and forth from one room to the next. The paddle falling harder and harder. Still he doesn't stop. she's begging him over and over. she crawls into walls, into the edges of the furniture. He follows behind her, tired of waiting in his chair. The paddle still is falling harder and faster. She fears she'll be unable to sit for days at the pace he's going. Red, bruised and bloodied, her mind finally shuts down and she races to find the toy, No longer thinking, just doing. she brings it to the foot of the chair and waits for him to sit back down. He tries to pull it out of her mouth but this time, her teeth are firmly in place and he can't remove it.
She's whimpering in pain when he finally says, "Drop it."

"Good girl!" he whispers as he pats her on the head and pulls her onto his lap. He gently strokes her head until she's calm enough to hear as he begins to explain why today's game took place and why it continued for so long. "Pride," he said, " Is not always a bad thing. The pride you have in serving me is a good thing. The pride you carry around in yourself, is not."

She didn't know what he was talking about and so he explained that apparently, someone had made a comment that they thought she felt that she was better than others and that was why she didn't really contribute much to the conversation they had the other day. Therefore, he was going to take that pride and attitude out of her.

Unfortunately, it wasn't that she felt superior, but that she was shy around strangers. She always felt it was better to sit quietly unless she had something worthwhile to add to the conversation. Still, she learned a lesson that day. A lesson that later would make her learn to hate the life she had chosen.

Fetch................a game that only needed to be played once.