Chapter Sixteen
707 Words
Chapter Sixteen
Willie
It’s degrading, demeaning, humiliating. But what can I do about it? My beautiful new friend walks me once again around the pool with my rectum stuffed with celery. When hands reach out to toy with the protruding stalk, I lurch uncontrollably, the fat end of the vegetable deeply implanted and causing a most embarrassing reaction. Manipulating my celery stalk tail makes my stiff p***s waggle. One girl notices and calls out to all. Then everyone must try and once again the raucous laughter erupts.
Gratefully, Lenore announces it is time to cut the cake. Miss Chloe demonstrates the effectiveness of my bonds by merely slipping the leather loop at the end of the leash over the handle of a chair. So simple. So quick, yet I am held prisoner while ‘Happy Birthday’ is sloppily sung by the partially inebriated group of feminine antagonists.
Yes, I could attempt to crawl off, but in dragging the chair I would not get far, not even through the back door
So I humbly remain kneeling, perched on the faux dog paws, pleased to be left alone.
For the first time I have an opportunity to casually view my surroundings. I am glad to see that the pool area is encircled with a high fence. Under the guise of safety, the white, six foot high boards afford much privacy and I must wonder how many afternoons of sunlit perversity have passed here. Trees block the view from adjacent homes. There is however a house to the rear with a window overlooking the pool.
Summer has ended and the women seem comfortable and familiar with the surroundings. This is not the first deviant gathering. Obviously in having a naked male moving about on a leash, Miss Lenore and the others are aware of the level of privacy and seclusion. Thus they frolic with impunity.
In the rear of the yard, a gate provides an opening to an area behind the garage. This is where Miss Judy exited then returned with the bowl of water. I must assume she is a neighbor and thus the sole window to the rear is hers.
I am heartened when coffee is served. Miss Judy politely declines and instead approaches where I meekly remain on all fours. She smiles and slips the leash from the chair handle. The walking stick is nearby and her right hand retrieves it.
“Come Willie,” she smiling suggests, as if I have a choice.
Though her voice is agreeable, her hand tugs quite firmly. Elbows and knees shuffle and I am led to the rear gate. With Miss Chloe opening gifts, few notice my departure.
Whereas Miss Lenore’s back yard is well landscaped with flowers, hanging pots and well-tended shrubbery, we enter a barren stretch of ground in back of the garage. A neighboring garage abuts and the narrowness of the passage cuts out the daylight, inhibiting the growth of vegetation. Various garden tools suggest the otherwise useless alleyway has been designated for the storage of unsightly equipment.
“Come, boy.”
I am amazed that the paws continue to function well on compacted soil, I have no difficulty in being guided to the far end where, as suspected, the opposing opening leads to another yard.
The firm hand draws up the slack on my leash.
“Here. This is a good spot.”
I stop. Miss Judy leans down, her smile turning devilish.
“Left leg up. Place your paw on the garage wall. Be a good boy. You’ve had a lot of water and it’s late.”
She taps my testicles as a reminder. Again, what choice do I have?
“It’s best to lean on it, distribute your weight so it’s equal on your hind legs. Yes, such a good boy. Now up. Yes, come on, up.”
Miss Judy lifts the leash with her left hand and the collar follows, encouraging me to raise my front paws. She taps away at the sensitive scrotal flesh and I awkwardly manage to balance myself, left rear paw on the garage wall, right rear on the soil, front paws in the air, her grip on my collar assisting with my balance.
“Yes, that’s very good. Now you can go for me...yes right here...wet the dirt now. Be good.”
I indeed have a full bladder as Miss Judy very well knows. But to perform such an intimate task before a woman!
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