Free Is it really what I always wanted? Videos
Ethan teaches Jen and Kami a lesson.
Shanon crawled up to him and rested her chin on his knee.
"Still want to be a puppy do you? You can speak to answer questions for now."
"Yes, sir. I- I don't know why but I really like it."
James grinned at her devilishly. "I think you do know why."
Shanon lowered her eyes. "Well . . ."
"Eyes up pet. Explain why you like being my puppy."
"Yes, sir." She looked back up at him. "It makes me feel safe to know that you're taking care of me. And I feel much more free as your puppy, you tell me to do something and I don't have to worry about what people would think about it. It's . . . um, easier to be a little bit naughty and take a few risks as your puppy, sir"
He raised an eyebrow "Go on, pet."
Shanon swallowed "It gets me wet being under your control, sir. I . . . I really do enjoy serving you and making you happy. Even eating from the doggy bowl was wonderful. The humiliation of being treated like that is . . . arousing, but I really don't know why, sir."
"Never mind that particular why, my little puppy."
She blushed, "Do I have permission to ask an impertinent question, sir?"
"When you have permission to speak you may ask me whatever you like. That doesn't mean I'll always give you an answer though and, depending on exactly what you mean by impertinent, you may face some penalty. Choose your words carefully," James gave a tiny sadistic smile but his eyes betrayed him
"I understand, sir. I told you why I like being your pet, so, why do you like being my Master?"
"Because I fell in love with you that first day and I don't know a better way of taking care of you, pet. Besides it's a lot of fun."
Shanon beamed up at James and he caressed her hairline.
"Mainly though, it's because I don't like guessing about things. I prefer to have certain types of absolutes in me life. When I tell my puppy to do something, she does it. When my puppy makes a mistake she pays a price for it and it is done with. No equivocation, no guessing. I like certainty and as your master I have a level of certainty in part of my life."
He sighed and stared into her eyes.
"Pet. Shanon, take a seat. I need to tell you something."
Shanon looked at him curiously but stood up and sat in a chair.
James took a deep breath "Shanon I . . . I. Shanon. It's not easy for me to say this and I've been trying to avoid the subject. But now seems like a good time. I . . . um."
He bit his thumb and stared at the floor.
"Shanon I can't . . ."
"I . . ."
"Let me help you. Please." She went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of ice. She handed it to him before kneeling at his feet.
"This isn't fair to you Shanon. I can't tell you something like this while you're submitting to me."
"It doesn't seem like you can say it at all if I'm not, sir. Your little puppy won't judge you for anything you have to say."
James stared at ice. "Thank you, pet." His vision didn't waver from the ice. "I can't leave the house."
"Because I . . . The short version is: I a few years ago I had a breakdown. After I recovered I found that I just couldn't leave."
Shanon hugged his knees. "Is that why you wanted a pet, sir?"
"No," he grimaced, "that's been something I wanted to do for a long time, it simply never became practical before I met you. The breakdown didn't really change me. I did recover pretty much everything. No clich__s about compensating for losing control over part of my life. Nothing so poetic. I just . . . I just . . ."
Shanon hugged him more tightly.
"Thank you, pet. But still, go out on the porch and think about this."
"Yes, sir." Shanon went out to the porch. From inside James watched her sit down.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream and shout. He wanted never to have mentioned it. He wanted to grab her and force her never to leave. He wanted to do all kinds of things.
But he couldn't.
She had to know and had to choose on her own, as Shanon not as his pet, or it meant nothing.