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CHAPTER TWENTY When I woke up, I felt really strange and disoriented, almost drunk. I was attached by the collar to the long chain dangling from the ceiling. Actually, I noticed that a smaller, thinner chain had been locked between my collar and the end of the thick chain which dangled from the ceiling. If not for that, I wouldn't have been able to reach the floor with my head. As it is, I could only touch my head to the floor if I was directly under the chain. They had positioned me rolled up in a ball, with my knees underneath me and my head on the floor, and my arms down by my sides. As soon as I was able to I got up on my hands and knees and stretched my back like a cat, stretching all my muscles. Then, noticing that the three of them were in the room, sitting on a couch by the wall, and realizing that my butt was pointed in their direction, I jumped up to my feet and turned towards them. I stretched my arms high above my head, becoming aware that the buttons on my stomach were still open and that by stretching like that, I had shown them my whole stomach. They actually applauded when I dd that, and before I realized it was happening Mom snapped a picture with her cellphone! The chain locked to my necklace-turned-collar felt really strange. I don't think I'd ever been locked up like that before! So, despite desperately wanting to conceal my stomach, I explored the chain first. I quickly discovered that I could only walk around the floor in a circle with a diameter of about a meter and a half. I could lie down, but only if my head was directly under the dangling chain. I could lift my legs and dangle from the chain by my neck - even swing back and forth - but that seemed to scare or disgust those watching, and it felt really strange to me as well. I could easily climb the chain to the ceiling. And I could use my skin- sticking abilities to walk around the ceiling, in a much wider circle than I could do on the floor. I could jump from the celiing to the floor, but I had to be careful to jump to a place where my chain still reached, otherwise I'd get a strange tugging and yanking at the neck as I fell ans was pulled back to the centre of the circle. I could also skip climbing the chain, and jump all the way from the floor to the ceiling. After a short while I forgot, at least for a few moments, about the horrific and humiliating aspects of being restrained like that, and actually started to enjoy how it felt and the challenges that it presented as I discovered in which ways I could and could not move. Enjoying the moment, I unintentionally actually put on a rather full gymnastics or contortion show for my family. I did the splits - first on the floor, then on the ceiling. I did a standing splits, and then jumped off the foot that was on the floor, landing on the other foot on the ceiling, all the time remaining in the standing-splits position. And I used the bare part of my stomach to stick to the ceiling, while arching my back and bending backwards and grabbing my ankles with my hands, head down. Finally, beginning to feel a little subconscious about them watching me, I jumped back down to the floor, turned my back to them, and began to button up. "Wait!" Mom said. "Wait just a little longer. Can you unbutton again, and do two bridges for us? One on the floor and one on the ceiling?" In truth, though, I hadn't yet managed to fasten any of the buttons, and I felt very frustrated about that. I welcomed the distraction, and did the bridges for them like they requested, even holding the position a little longer so that they could zoom in. Then Mom 'permitted' me to button my top. Standing on the floor, with my back turned towards them, I tried to do so. I tried over and over again, but with no success - I just couldn't quite move my fingers exactly enough to grasp the buttons and loops properly. I desperately tried again and again, and then, wiping a few tears from my eys, turned to them and motioned for them to come close and do it for me. Randy laughed. "I guess she can't do it herself. We were told she might lose some of her fingers' abilities, right?" "I'll do it for you, honey," Mom said, standing up. "No!" Roger cautioned her, pulling her back to the couch. "Remember, we can't touch her or come within arm's reach for another two hours and fifteen minutes." "But she looks fine! She's not being dangerous or violent!" "I know, but all that could change without warning. We just can't. We have to be careful." "Sorry, honey," Mom said. "Roger's right, though. I guess you'll just have to stay like that for now. Sorry we didn't think of buttoning you up while you were still asleep. I thought you'd rather do that yourself. Anyway, fortunately, your loss is our gain, as we really enjoy seeing your cute tummy!" The other two nodded in agreement. Feeling defeated, I knelt down facing them and then sat on my heels. I clasped my hands together in my lap. Then I shrugged, as if to say 'What do we do now?' "Are you hungry?" Mom asked. I shrugged, then nodded. I saw she was holding a large paper bag. "Good, because I have a present for you," she said, starting to reach around inside the bag. "I hope you don't mind that this has your real name on it, even though we're supposed to be calling you 'Ralph' today. I got it for you a few days ago, but it seems that now is the perfect time to give it to you." I was curious to see what it would be. She finally pulled out a large, plastic bowl. It was similar in shape to the one I'd eaten from earlier in the day, with tall sides, except that this one was made of shiny metal. It also had a black plastic base which extended past the edge of the bowl around the bottom. "It's weighted," Mom said, "So that you don't tip it over accidentally." Then she turned it around and showed me that on two sides it had a brass-coloured plate attached to it, with 'Jasmine' engraved in it in a very curly cursive. There was no question about it - this was a pet's food bowl. A dog bowl! "Isn't it adorable?" Mom asked with a smile. I had no idea how to respond, so I just kept watching. She put the bowl on the floor. Then she took a clear plastic sandwich bag from the paper bag, tore a hole in the side, and emptied its contents into the bowl. Then I noticed that Roger was holding a long broom handle. He used the stick to slide the bowl across the floor until it was within my reach. The three of them sat there on the couch, waiting to see what I'd do with the bowl. I was really confused and somewhat hurt. But my tummy was also a little hungry. I waited a few seconds, debating what to do. Then, finally, I put my hands down on the floor in front of me and slowly crawled over to the bowl, to see what was inside. It was still a little too far for me to reach it. Roger used his stick and slid it closer to me. Inside the bowl I could see a 'salad', a mixture of potato peel, sweet- potato peel, grass, dandelions, clovers, weeds, even some thorns, and some of the outer shells from onions - all either things that grew wild outside, or the parts of vegetables that people normally throw away! It was humiliating and made me a little sad. Then Mom said, "We decided to try to be more environmentally friendly, like before. There's no point in throwing this out when you can eat it. And there's no point wasting food that we'd have to pay for on you, when you can eat this stuff just as easily. But, since you're being so good, I do have some grapes - real, normal, people grapes, that I'll let you have later, once you've finished those. IF you continue to behave properly, that is." I sighed. The food in the bowl was beginning to look more and more tasty, anyway. So, sitting on my heels in front of it, I put my hand in the bowl and took out a fistful of the cuttings. Some fell to the floor as I did my best to put them into my mouth. I was havng a lot of trouble using my fingers. I was able to grasp things with my whole fist, but not really with individual fingers. And even in my fist, I tended to drop things or miscalculate where I was taking them from or putting them. I recognized this as more of the side-effect that was promised to me as a result of the 'antidote'. After my third bite, Mom said, "Be more careful, sweetie. Stuff is falling on the floor. Make sure you clean that up." One of the sweet-potato shavings was kind of stuck to the floor, and wasn't able to pick it off with my finger, so I ended up bending over and licking it off the floor. At that point, I realized that this was what they had been waiting for anyway, and that it would be easier for me, too. So, despite knowing how silly it looked, I leaned over the bowl and started to eat directly from the bowl. Randy, Roger and Mom tried to hide their excitement as they watched me lick the bowl clean. "Now you can have some water," Mom said. "Slide the bowl back over." I slid it a bit. Then Roger grabbed it with his stick and slid it back to Mom. Mom took a water bottle out of her paper bag. The water inside was a dark brown colour. "Don't worry," she said. "It's fresh. I got it outside, from a puddle, just a short while ago, while you were asleep." She poured the contents of the bottle into my bowl, and then Roger slowly slid the bowl back towards me. For some reason, drinking directly from a bowl on the floor seemed a lot more humiliating than eating solid food from the floor was. Or perhaps I'd jst started to feel that it was too much. Either way, I decided to try to lift the bowl and drink from it like a person. But I had a hard time grasping the edge of the bowl with my fingers. And as soon as she noticed me trying, Mom said, "No! You drink that straight from the bowl. Don't lift it. You'll spill it if you try to!" I sat up on my heels and looked at her, pleading with my eyes. "Drink it now," she commanded. "Do as you're told. It's no big deal, no different than eating the food from the bowl like you just did. Don't make a big deal out of nothing. Just obey." So I bent over, put my lips to the water and lapped up every drop. It tasted very muddy, but that didn't bother me. Randy was filming the whole 'show' with his cellphone. I didn't try to get him to stop, I just hoped that once I got my voice back and was alone with him, I'd be able to convince him to delete it. "Good girl. I mean, good little boy," Mom said and laughed. "Now let's play a game. You'll get rewarded if you're good." She took a box of grapes out of her bag. Then she took two coloured ping- pong balls out, and handed one to Roger and one to Randy. Roger tossed his ball towards me. I caught it with my hand, and tossed it back to him. My aim when throwing really sucked. "No reward for that," Mom said as Roger went to fetch the ball back. "Next time, ROLL the ball back. Now let's try again. Randy?" Randy tossed the ball and I caught it. I was thankful that I was at least able to catch with my hands. I managed to roll the ball back to Randy, not all the way to him but quite close. Mom rewarded me by tossing a grape into the air above my head. I jumped and caught it in my mouth, and had already swallowed it before my feet hit the ground. I noticed that it was easier to catch with my mouth than with my hands. I caught a few more balls with my hands, and if I rolled them back close to their throwers, got rewarded with another grape. When I finally caught a ball with my mouth, and rolled it back by spitting it out and giving it a little push with my tongue (with much greater precision than when I'd been using my hands), I got rewarded with three grapes, with no explanation why. All three grapes were thrown simultaneously, and I caught them all in my mouth in the same jump. The next time, I caught the ball with my hand, and only got one grape for tmy reward. The next time, I caught the ball with my mouth once more. Again, my reward was three grapes. After that, I continued to catch the balls with my mouth. After the fifth time, my reward was only one grape. After that, I tried catching with my hand once more, and didn't get any reward. So I continued catching with my mouth. Meanwhile, the boys were making catching the balls more and more difficult, throwing them farther, or, sometimes throwing both at once, or one soon after the other without letting me throw them back in the meantime. Because they were quite big, I couldn't keep them both in my mouth at the same time. When needed, I would spit one of the balls into my hand and hold it there while I caught the other one. Then, after sending the second ball back with my mouth, I would put the first one back in my mouth, and then send it back to the thrower. The grapes ran out, but we continued playing anyway, now without any reward. And I continued catching the balls in my mouth anyway, because they liked it better, and because I found it easier anyway. Mom got tired of the balls game and started giving me other orders. "Do a handstand." I complied. "Do the splits. Do a back flip. Do a round-off. Do a handstand splits. Hang from the ceiling just by your chin. Now by your neck." That was hard, but I managed. "Now show us how far inside your belly-button you can insert your finger." That was a strange request - I'd never tried to insert anything in it! But I was curious myself. I tried, and I managed to slip my finger all the way inside! When it came out, it was a little slimy, covered in something somewhat like saliva, and somewhat like nose mucus. Mom told me to lick it clean, and I did. Next, she told me to try again, this time with two fingers. But I couldn't. And then Mom's phone rang. "Don't listen to my call," she said to me as she left the room. Soon after that, my brothers left the room as well. I was left there alone. I tried to entertain myself, jumping around, swinging from the chain, climbing around on the ceiling, but quickly got bored and lonely. So I lay down on the floor and just waited for them to come back. Randy finally came back. "Sorry," he said. "You're gonna have to stay here for about another hour before we can let you go. And we're all busy working on stuff. Roger said I should come see if you're bored and want to sleep for the last hour." I shrugged, and then nodded. "No problem," Randy said. "Get yourself comfy." He went around and pulled the blinds shut. Then he said, "Goodnight," and shut the light off. I lost consciousness pretty quickly. When Randy turned the light on and woke me up, he apologized. "Sorry," he said. "We left you up here a little longer than necessary. But we were all very busy. Anyway, you can come downstairs now." I noticed that while I'd been asleep, someone had taken my food bowl away. "Kneel for me so I can reach your neck easily," he said. He pressed my face into his thigh as he fumbled with the lock behind my neck. "There you are, all free." He reached for my hands, and then pulled me to my feet. I was glad that he hadn't pulled me up by my collar the way Mom was doing it before! Then he gave me a big hug and said, "Glad to have you back, sis," and kissed me on the forehead. "Woops, sorry. I'm still supposed to call you 'bro', right? Do you forgive me?" I nodded. "It's just hard to remember, with you looking like this. You know, you really are a different person than you used to be, in your personality and everything. And it's a good thing. I like the new 'you' much better!" I was sad that he'd said that. I'd hoped that it wasn't true, that I hadn't changed, other than my appearance. But I, too, was feeling like I'd become someone different. And it made me sad. He held out his hand for me, and I took it. "Shall we go downstairs, then? You're a free person now, you can do whatever you want. Just remember Mom's punishment about the furniture, you don't want to screw things up for yourself. Other than that, though, you can do what you want." I walked downstairs with him. Half-way down, I stopped. He turned to look at me. I was two steps above him, which gave me a bit of a height advantage. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. I wanted to thank him for being nice to me and everything he'd done to help me. Since I still wouldn't be able to speak, it was the only way I could think of doing it. "Aww, thanks, Jazz!" he said. Then, in a whisper, he said, "Is it OK if I continue to call you 'Jasmine' even today, as long as nobody else is around to hear?" I shrugged, and then nodded. "Oh, here. I bet you'd like some help with this." He touched my stomach. And then he fastened the buttons for me. I was grateful for that, too, and kissed him once more. "There you go, sis. It's a bit of a shame, though, Mom's right. Your tummy IS absolutely adorable!" Then he surprised me - he reached over and picked me up. I put my arms around his neck as he wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me with one arm under my butt and his other arm around my back, and carried me to the kitchen, where Mom and Roger were sitting. "Hi Ralph!" Mom said, giving Randy a funny look when she saw that he was carrying me. "Have a nice sleep?" I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I didn't really think that 'nice' could characterize a sleep that was more accurately being knocked unconscious, without any power to prevent it. But I nodded nonetheless. It wasn't worth making an issue out of it. I wanted Randy to put me down, and I squirmed a little and lightly kicked my legs to tell him so. He laughed and held onto me even tightier. "Just ask me to put you down, use words," he joked. I squirmed some more but didn't bother trying to talk, feeling quite sure that I couldn't. "Enough, Randy. Put her down. I mean him. Ralph, come, sit at the table. I give you permission. We need to try a few things before our trip tomorrow." Randy put me down on the seat beside Mom. "It's probably best that you sit on your heels to be able to reach the table better. We don't have a child seat yet, and you're so tiny! Go on, don't be embarrassed, it's nothing to be ashamed of." So I repositioned myself, kneeling on the chair. Mom brought me my 'doggy-dish' as she began to call it. Then she filled it with more clippings from the yard, and the garbage from other vegetables that the three of them were eating. Then she put a fork and a spoon down on the table beside my bowl. "I want to see if you're able to eat with a fork or a spoon. Do your best. It makes a difference for when we're at Tom's place, obviously." I did my best. But I really wasn't able to do it. I made a big mess, and hardly managed to get any in my mouth. "And we saw what it's like when you try to eat with your hands. It's possible that you'll get better at it with time. Of course, this is a result of the treatment you got. We were told that your abilities to use your fingers will diminish. That's OK. It's worth the price, I think, not to have us trying to get into your panties all day and all night, right? "But, anyway, we have to be practical now. So, from now on, the rule is that you are only allowed to eat directly from the bowl with your mouth. don't even try to use your hands. It might be a little embarrassing at first, but hopefully you'll get used to it quickly. Just remember that I'm not doing this to humiliate you, it's just your new reality. Please don't think of it as a big deal. If one of us feels like feeding you, then, of course, we can feed you however we'd like to. But if you're eating alone, it's only like that. That goes for drinking too, of course. "When we're at Tom's, things will have to be different. I'm not going to expect you to eat off the floor from a dog bowl in front of them. So we'll see what to do when we get there. Either one of us will feed you at the table - we'll have to make up some kind of excuse why we're doing that - or, we'll give you food to eat when you're alone, and you won't eat with everyone else. You'll just sit and watch." "Maybe she can eat with a straw," Roger suggested. "I mean, 'he'." Mom said they could try. Roger went and got some muddy water from the backyard. "I don't want that on my table, though, put it on the floor." So Roger put my bowl on the floor and poured the muddy water into it. He got a straw from one of the kitchen drawers. "Go on," Mom said. "Off the chair. Permission is over. Now do what your brother tells you." Roger held the straw for me to take from him. I took it in my mouth and held it there, and then got down on my knees. I tried to drink from the bowl using the straw. I was able to do it, and I didn't make a mess or anything, but it felt really strange and uncomfortable and weird, unnatural. And it went much slower than drinking directly would have been. "OK. Well, sometimes we'll let you drink from a straw, if you deserve a treat," Mom said. "But under normal circumstances you have to drink directly like before. Got it?" I was kneeling on the floor in front of her. I nodded my head to confirm. She held out her hand for me, and I kissed the back of her hand. "Oh, come here, cutie!" she said, holding out her arms. I climbed into her lap like she wanted, and she gave me a big cuddle and lots of kisses. "OK, you're free to go play until I call you," she said. "Just remember to stay off the furniture." I went to my room, but I didn't know what to do with myself. I'd had so much structure recently, being told everything I was supposed to do. I did some running, jumping and tumbling. And I ran around the house a bit, up and down the stairs, in and out of rooms. Then I went back to find Mom. But she was busy on the phone. I felt so in need of attention that I probably could've been talked into doing almost ANYTHING! I even considered breaking the rules, sitting on a table or something, just so that I'd get some attention! Thankfully I didn't actually do that! "Are you feeling bored and restless, honey?" Mom asked me after she hung up the phone. I nodded. I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, trying to look as cute as possible. I wondered if the antidote might have been more trouble than good, if now people wouldn't want to play with me as much. "Oh, look how cute you look!" she said. "Can you beg like a little puppy dog?" I lifted my hands, and held them up in front of me, palm up, stuck my tongue out and panted. She laughed and held her hand out towards me, palm up. I crawled over and licked her hand. "Now turn around and wag your cute little bottom for me. Pretend you have a tail, like a real little doggy. Arch your back so your butt sticks up more. Oh, how adorable! Stay like that, I want to get the camera." For a second I was shaken back to reality, realizing that I was really compromising my dignity in a major way. But I held the position, feeling that it was my own fault that I was in that trouble, and let her take some pictures of me like that. "Now turn back around. Come climb on my lap. What a good, cute, little girl. Oh, wait, you still want to be 'Ralph'? Do you think we've done that long enough? Can I call you my little girl again? At least when nobody else is around? I'll still call you Ralph if Roger or Randy is here, OK? It's just, you're so cute and adorable." I didn't think I should agree, but I nodded my consent anyway. She rewarded me with more cuddles. I DID notice that the way she cuddled me seemed somewhat different. There was no sexual tension there anymore. She wasn't aroused, she just thought of me as little and cute. She still occasionally touched my butt, but it now seemed like she was just doing it because it looked cute, not because of any sexual reason. I found that comforting. "So, listen, cutie. I know you want to play with us, and believe me, I'd love to play with you too. But, unfortunately, I have a lot to do before our trip tomorrow." 'Tomorrow?' I thought to myself. 'I thought it was the next day! I must have lost count!' Mom continued. "And the boys are busy, too. But maybe you want to play outside, in the backyard, until I'm able to paly with you again? Maybe there will be some nice animals around that you can play with. I promise to come get you as soon as I can." That sounded like a decent idea, although I worried that it was getting dark. Mom seemed to sense my worry and said, "And I'll give you a carrot first, so that the dark won't bother you." I nodded. "Good girl," she said, gently sliding me off her lap. "Now kneel on the floor like a good little puppy dog while I get you your piece of carrot." Once more, she shielded the combination lock from my view as she entered the combination before opening the fridge. She cut a carrot into thirds, locked two thirds back in the fridge and brought me the remaining third. It had a bit of leaves still attached, and was a little muddy - it hadn't been washed or peeled. But I was used to that. I tipped my head back and opened my mouth, and she pushed the carrot down my throat. "Good girl!" she said once more, patting me on the top of my head. "Now here's the deal, Jasmine. I'm going to let you outside in the backyard. But there's a catch. You have to wear a chain again. If you don't want to, that's OK, but you have to stay inside. I just need to be sure that you're not going to go wandering off, since I know how easily you could climb the fences. And I don't want any bad guys kidnapping you - you couldn't even call for help if something bad were to happen. Also, that way you won't be able to come inside and interrupt me before I'm ready for you." I tipped my head to the side and made a fake sad face. Part of me was actually excited by the thought of being restrained again, of being controlled. But the other part of me was worried that this was a dangerous precedent, that I was getting too comfortable in this role, that I never wanted to be like this, and that I shouldn't be giving up my 'humanity' so easily like this. She said. "Don't make a big deal out of this. It doesn't mean anything more than it actually is. Think of it like a seat belt in the car. Agreeing to it this time doesn't mean that you have to agree to it again in the future. "But, I'm not going to force you. If you'd rather not, if it makes you too uncomfortable, then you can stay indoors. But I'm going to have to tell you to go to your room and stay there until someone comes to get you, ebcause I can't have you getting in the way and interrupting me all the time. I want to get to bed at a normal time, tonight." I pouted again. The part of me that wanted to be chained up again was winning against the other part of me. But the winning part also wasn't happy that I was being given a choice in the matter! I continued to pout. Then she said, "If you don't make a decision, I'll just give you a big piece of ginger and you'll be asleep and out of our way until we're ready to leave." I found that 'threat' comforting! It meant that I wasn't really in control, she was. I smiled, and then tried to hide my smile. "So, you get to choose. Here's how you can tell me what you've chosen. If you want to go outside, and you're OK with being on the chain again, then get down on your hands and knees and turn around and wag your cute little butt for me, like a cute little doggy. If you want to be banished to your room, then lie down on your back and bend your knees up to your chest, hug them with one arm, and put your thumb in your mouth and suck on it, like a little baby. Anything else will mean ginger. Now make your choice." I turned around and wagged my butt for her. "Good girl," she said as she gave my butt a light slap with her hand. "Now follow me upstairs to the attic. Stay on your hands and knees, like a good little puppy dog." As I followed her up the stairs, she turned around and whispered to me, "Don't you hope that Randy and Roger come out of their rooms and get to see what a cute little puppy you are?" I shook my head 'no', but inside I kind of wished that they would. They didn't, though. We arrived at the attic. She turned on the light and said, "Sit," pointing at the floor. I scampered to where she'd pointed and sat on my heels. I watched as she went to the chain dangling from the ceiling and had a look at where the big, thick chain met the smaller, thinner one that my necklace had been attached to. "OK, so I have to find the key for this." She went across the room and opened a medium-sized safe that was attached to the wall. I hadn't noticed that safe before. It had an electric lock, which required both a combination and a full handprint to open. I knew there was no way I'd ever get that box open. She looked inside. "Roger must still have the key," she said. "He must not have returned it after he took you off the chain earlier. Let's go ask him for it." The safe's door swung shut by itself as soon as she let go. My heart skipped a beat. If I was able to talk, I could tell her that it wouldn't be Roger, it would be Randy! With my heart racing, I followed her down the stairs, still on my hands and knees. I knew that this would result in my unnecessary humiliation in front of Roger - even if there would be no choice but to let Randy see me this way, because we 'needed' the key, there was no point in letting Roger see me like this! But since I couldn't talk, I couldn't explain this to her. As we approached Roger's closed bedroom door, I decided to take a chance and stood up. Of course, Mom noticed this. "Bad girl!" she said, a little too loudly. She grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, and then gave me three hard hits on my butt. "Now get back down to the floor!" I could tell that she was faking anger. I got back down on my knees and kissed her feet. She laughed and stroked the top of my head. "OK," she said, "I see you're a good little girl again. Good." I was really happy about this little interaction because it just proved to me once more that I didn't have any choice about what was happening to me. With me on hands and knees right behind her, Mom knocked on Roger's door. When he said "come in", she did so, telling me to come with her. I looked at Roger with a nervous smile. He almost ignored me, talking only to Mom. Mom said, "Hi Roger. Listen, I need the key to the small lock that was used on little Jasmine earlier." I waited for her to correct herself and call me 'Ralph' -- she promised that she'd do that in front of the others - but she never did. "You see, I need to lock her outside, in the back yard, to keep her out of the way. She's become rather demanding of attention and is preventing me from doing the important things I need to do. But, obviously, I can't put her outside unsupervised if I don't chain her up. She could wander away or get lost, or get taken by someone. So I need the lock." Roger looked at me with a strange look. I thought he was asking me, 'Is this for real? Are you OK with this?' I didn't know how, exactly, I would respond to such a question. Fortunately, I didn't have to. Because quickly he looked back at Mom and addressed her. "Of course. I can help you if you want, but I don't have the key. It was Randy who took her off the chain earlier." "Oh, right! I asked Randy to do it! Silly me. OK, I'll go ask him, then. Jasmine, baby, give Roger a nice hug and kiss before we go." Roger held out his arms towards me. I crawled towards him, and then let him lift me onto his lap. I put my arms around his neck. He hugged me tightly, and kissed me on the lips for a few seconds. I noticed that none of this gave him an erection like before. Then he put me back down on the floor, gave me a pat on the butt and said, "Now scamper back to Mommy and do whatever she tells you." Staying on my hands and knees, I followed Mom out of the room and down the hall to Randy's room. Inside Randy's room I suffered the same treatment. Except that he did have the key. After handing it to Mom and apologizing, he asked that Mom bring me by once more, before she put me out back, so that he could see me on the chain. Mom made me give him a hug and kiss before we left his room, too, and he also sent me back to Mom's side with a pat on my rear. I followed Mom back up to the attic. Once again, she pointed to the floor and ordered me to sit there. I did. Using the key that Randy had given her, she opened the lock that was dangling from the end of the small, thin chain. "Now come here, darling," she said. I obeyed. She moved my hair aside and fiddled with my necklace from behind. I heard a click, and knew that, once again, I was locked by a chain to the ceiling of the attic. "There you go!" she said to me, stroking my hair. "Now, really I could just leave you up hear, if I wanted to keep you out of the way. But I promised to let you play out back, so that's what I'll do." I watched as she walked back to the safe. Once again, she entered the combination and placed her hand against the sensor, and it opened. She put the key she'd been holding back inside, and removed another key. She brought that key towards me, and I watched as the safe door swung shut and locked itself again. Using the key in her hand, she disconnected the thin chain from the thick one that hung from the ceiling. I watched as she made a small loop at the end of the chain and locked it together with the lock. Then she pocketed the key. She held the loop like the handle of a leash, and told me that this time I was to walk in front of her, so that she could watch my cute butt moving as I crawled! She led me back to Randy's room where Randy smiled as she showed him how I was locked to a 'leash'. She had me turn around and wiggle my butt for him. Then she told me to climb onto his lap. He gave me a hug and a kiss and, while laughing, squeezed my butt before letting me go. Mom tugged on my leash and I followed her out the door. She tugged the leash once more, in the direction of Roger's room. I understood that she wanted to show me off to him as well. So I walked down the hall in front of her, the way she liked. After leading me back into Roger's room by the leash, she said to him, "Look, Roger. I thought you might want to see our little baby puppy girl, nicely secured on her leash!" Roger said, "Just the way she ought to be! She's adorable, like a cute little porcelain doll!" Mom made me climb onto his lap again, and he, too, gave me a hug, kiss, and squeezed my butt some more before letting me go. Mom pulled on my leash once more and directed me out Roger's door. I crawled in front of her, down the hall, down the stairs, across the living room and finally to the glass sliding doors. Outside, I noticed something I'd never seen in our yard before. Right at the middle of our patio, a large metal ring was anchored to the ground. A long, thick chain was locked to it with a big padlock and then coiled around it like a snake. Mom led me by the leash over to the ring. "Hand me the end of that chain, sweetie," Mom said to me. I obeyed. Mom took the key from her pocket and got to work. She opened the lock at the end of the small chain, and then used it to attach the end of the small chain to the end of the big one. I heard the infamous click and felt some shortness of breath, knowing once again that my fate had been sealed, at least for the next few hours. "Now be a good little girl. Play nicely. Be nice to the animals if they come visit, and keep the yard nice and clean. If you get thirsty, you may drink from puddles if you find some. If you get hungry you can eat weeds, or long blades of grass - as long as you don't destroy them. If you want to come back inside - too bad. You can't come in until I come to get you." She petted me on the top of my head, and held the ack of her hand out in front of me for a kiss. I kissed it. "You're welcome, baby girl," she said. Then she turned to leave, leaving me there. When she was just about to step into the house, though, she said, "Oh, I forgot one thing." She walked back towards me. She reached down, and grabbed the front of my necklace and pulled me up to my feet. Then she bent down and began to unbutton my jumper, exposing most of my stomach. "This is incase the animals who visit you want a taste - you shouldn't be able to stop them from enjoying you." She unbuttoned more than last time, all the way until the bottom edge of my bra was showing just a little. Then she rubbed my exposed tummy, kissed the top of my head, turned, and went inside. I watched as she closed and locked the glass sliding door. Then she shut the opaque curtains that hung in front of it - we almost never shut those! There was a small window in our dining room looking out to our backyard. It was open. But only a few seconds later, I watched as she shut and locked that window, and then shut its curtain as well! I was alone. The first thing that I did was to examine the extent of my restraint. Of course, I had no way to get the chain off my necklace - by that time I was being a little more honest with myself and calling it a collar instead of a necklace, or collar-like necklace. And the thin chain was locked perfectly effectively to the thick chain - I would definitely have no way of getting that free. It took a good few minutes, but I managed to unwind the thick chan that had been wound around the base of the ring that it was attached to. I tested its length. It was kind of amazing! I could move around in a rather wide circle, but the chain stopped just short enough so that I couldn't quite reach the sliding glass door. On the other side, I couldn't quite touch our fence. I did have some grass in reach, some pavement, and even an old lawn chair, which I thought might be a trap so I stayed far away from it. I could jump onto a thick branch of a tree which extended above my head, but I couldn't climb much higher on that tree. I was impressed with how well thought out my restraint seemed to be. I felt completely, totally contained, and frankly, that rather excited me. I enjoyed the fresh air. I enjoyed the freedom to eat as much grass and weeds as I wanted - taking care not to destroy the lawn, of course. In fact, down on my hands and knees I complimented myself on being a fantastic lawn-mower, on the area of the lawn that I was able to access with the chain. Some birds, some squirrels, some raccoons and a lot of cats came to visit me. We played together, and of course they all enjoyed licking the uncovered parts of my body. And I lay on my back and stared up at the sky, enjoying the view. Some time later - perhaps an hour or so - Mom came back outside. I was lying down on my back, and turned over and crawled towards her when I heard her come out. I smiled at her. She didn't smile back, though. She just looked down at me and said, "It's time for your next carrot. Get up on your knees." I knelt. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I opened my mouth, and she stuck the short piece of carrot down my throat. Then, without a word, she turned around and returned to the house. Two very beautiful cats came into the yard after that, and they had a good time chasing me around. They made fun of me for being tied up while they were free, and teased me, telling me that they were much smarter than me. The sky got dark. Thanks to the carrot, I stayed awake. I gazed up at the stars for a while. Some bats came and started nibbling at my bare stomach. Then, very suddenly, I felt the effects of the carrot wearing off. I was standing on the pavement, and quickly crumpled down into a heap. I was out.