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Jane stood patiently by the post, arms behind her back, watching Towser ashe dozed in the shade. She heard six o'clock chime faintly as her grandfatherclock in the kitchen struck the hour. Immediately afterwards she saw Towsercome alertly to his feet, then, with an excited little yelp, he trotted overto where she stood. Standing on his hind legs, he gripped the upper loop ofthe leather leash tethering Jane to the thick wooden post and deftly liftedit off the hook holding it, four feet up on the wall. Then he removed the lowerloop in the same manner. Holding it firmly in his jaws, he led her out of thesmall inner yard and across the larger one into the small outhouse where shepressed down with a foot on the large floor-mounted push-button switch. Droppingher leash, Towser dashed back across the yard to the kitchen porch and lookedup expectantly. There came a faint click from overhead, and a small juicy steakdropped on the dusty ground at his feet. Towser fell on it with alacrity, crunchingit down in seconds. Jane walked over patted Tower's bent head, 'Good boy!'she told him. Finished, he sat back and looked up at her, his brown eyes sparklingwith fun and intelligence; he LOVED this new game!
A few minutes later Jane sat at her kitchen table sipping tea as she methodicallywent over the details of the new ordeal she intended for herself. The dog'spart in it - the simple tasks she'd trained him to accomplish - was now flawless;Towser could be relied on to play his part. She thought about the release mechanismfor her mitts; that, too, was well-tried and 100% reliable - and, even if Towserdid prove unreliable, the batteries in the cuffs would run down in sixty orso hours allowing her to release herself without his assistance. There wasno reason why the scenario should not take place as planned, she thought complacently;the hot, sunny weather was set to continue, and everything was in order.
She rose at five the next morning. Still naked from her bed, and not botheringto wash or shower, nor even to comb her long auburn hair, she slathered sunblockall over her shoulders, back, buttocks and thighs, then over her breast andflat stomach. (It was pig sunblock, a large barrel of which she'd inheritedwith the property, and it was perfectly suitable for human beings - apart fromits rancid smell). Her anticipation made her impatient for the sun to fullyrise and flood the yards with its weak, early warmth, and she spent a few minutesin a final alteration to the timer on the reliable clockwork mechanism she'dbuilt to send the ultra-sonic signals to the dog's ears. After feeding hima little more than usual, instead of filling his water bowl she set down inits stead a large, shallow bowl eighteen inches across and three inches deep,and splashed water into t until it was full. Then she walked off into the mazeof buildings carrying the simple equipment she would need. Towser lifted hishead from his food bowl to watch his Mistress's slim, bare back disappear arounda corner, his eyes bright with excitement at the beginning of a new Game. Heknew what to do, and he lowered his head again to eat as he waited for thefirst signal.
In the empty expanse of the long disused cowshed she discarded the wooden-soledsandals she'd worn to hide the scent of her trail from the dog's keen noseand swiftly donned her restraints. First the gag - if that was the correctdescription, she thought as she inserted the plastic gadget into her mouthand manoeuvred its two ends between the middle molars on either side on hermouth. Biting down gently but firmly, she felt the hard, thin plastic bar trapher tongue across its middle, pinning it to the floor of her mouth. It servedthe essential purpose of a gag, she thought with a silent giggle; it made herdumb. But it was better than a gag, for she could eat and drink wearing it,too.
Then the hobble around her ankles - two thick padded cuffs linked by a heavychain seven inches long. Long practice had made her expert in shuffling alonghobbled, and she was quite confident she wouldn't stumble or fall. After thehobble came the thick, heavy, close-linked choke-chain, still attached to itsfour foot long leather leash. She slipped it over her head, aware of the moistnessbetween her legs as the smooth hardness of its cool links settled around thebase of her throat, tightened purely by the weight of the leash dangling fromit. Then she put on her broad and comfortable blindfold. When she was satisfiedthat she could open and close her eyes comfortably in the blackness, she swiftlydonned her mitts, heavy with the batteries sewn into their thick cuffs. Expertlyoperating the simple catches with her teeth, she locked them around her wrists,before placing her arms behind her back and manoeuvring the steel plates setin each cuff so that they touched each other.
Then she waited in her self-imposed blindness, getting wetter and wetter betweenher thighs, for the timer-controlled radio signal that would switch on themagnets in her cuffs. When, after only a brief interval, she heard the fainthum of the electromagnets, and felt the tiny movement as steel plates alignedthemselves to cling immovably together, she climaxed with a groan of delightbefore standing, trembling in remembered ecstasy, for several minutes.
But there was no time to lose - the more so as she'd earlier disabled thetimer setting that would have released her after a pre-set period. She mustwin the game before Towser tracked her down and did what he'd been so carefullytrained to do for the reward he'd been trained to expect. Blind and hobbled,she estimated her chances as no more than one in four, but first the dog wouldhave to find her among this large area of sheds, lean-tos and unused barns,and there were several ways into the yard she was aiming for. Having carefullymemorised her route, amd knowing exactly where she was, she set out at a confidentshuffle towards the broad doorway of the cow shed. Once deep among the bafflingmaze of outbuildings she went more cautiously in fear of collisions with thewalls, and her speed was reduced to a slow and uncertain crawl.
Despite the knowledge she imagined she'd acquired of her premises she washopelessly lost when Towser found her at last. Hearing the fast patter of hispaws on the hard-packed soil, she stopped in her tracks in resignation andwaited for the dog to go through his thoroughly-learnt routine. She heard hisexcited panting, and felt his furry flank brush her lower thighs as his teethclamped around the lower loop of her halter. Then the chain tightened painfullyaround her neck as Towser tugged her along. Jane shuffled along meekly behindhim, feeling the familiar moistness at the top of her thighs again. It wassuch a delicious feeling, being led helplessly along by a dog, her every movementcontrolled by an animal. And she knew there was more to come.
Jane gave a startled grunt of pain as her shoulder and right breast collidedheavily with something large and solid. Then she heard the scrabble of Tower'sfront paws on wood and felt the leather of her leash scrape across her flankas the dog raised himself on his hind legs. She heard the slither of leatherover steel as he slipped the lower loop of the leash over the hook screwedinto the wood, then her collar chain tightened with a painful jerk as Towsershifted his grip to the upper loop, two feet up the leash towards her neck.The dog's weight pulled her head down as he slipped the upper loop over thehook, and her head rang with force of its collision with the wood. Throughthe ringing in her ears she heard the dog flop down to the ground and trotaway to sit under the chute that would dispense his reward - in this case asmall bar of gritty 'pet' chocolate.
Left to herself, Jane considered her delicious predicament, first moving afew inches closer to where her halter was fastened to allow her chain-collarto loosen. She was plainly visible from all angles to any casual passer-by,and she imagined the view as seen by an outsider - of her, blind, naked andhelpless, with her arms locked behind her, tethered like a beast to a woodenpost, unable to move more than the two feet her leash allowed her. At thismental picture, the moisture welled up between her thighs once more until shespent herself in a mini-climax and leant, shuddering, against the warm woodof the post.
As she'd known it would, the usual aftermath set in - what on Earth was sheto do for the next several hours. She tugged vainly at her leash for a fewminutes - not bothering to try to manoeuvre the loops of her tether back overthe curve of the hook holding them, for she knew from experience that it wasimpossible with her flat face and weak jaws - before taking up a position standingsquarely on her feet by her post, almost the only posture she could adopt,as her tether was much too short to let her kneel or sit. Bereft of her sight,she strained her ears to catch any passing sound - so much so that she beganto suffer the aural version of hallucinations, imagining footsteps in the distance;the thought of discovery bringing her out in a cold sweat of terror.
Her bladder was uncomfortably full, and, as there was no point at all in restrainingherself, she spread her legs the little her hobble allowed and urinated gushinglybetween her feet, feeling the warm liquid flow down her thighs and legs, andpool around her feet. As she urinated, she fancied that she felt a slight pressurein her colon, and she recalled with a sinking feeling that the mild laxativeshe had taken the night before, in order that her bowels might be empty whenshe began her ordeal, had not worked that morning. There was, of course, nothingshe could do to affect that, and so she would have to put up with whateverher body decided for her.
She tensed involuntarily as she heard real footsteps rapidly approaching,but it was only the dog on some errand of his own, and she relaxed. But thefootsteps halted, and she imagined Towser standing a few feet away, his headturned to regard his Mistrees, his nose intrigued by her unusual smell. Motionlesswith delicious fear, she felt his hairy neck brush her calves as he sniffedthe drying pool of urine she stood in, then his nose followed its scent upher legs and thighs. The pungent smell of her genitals attracted him, and hepoked his damp, cold nose enquiringly into her vagina, causing to recoil thefew inches she could with a startled squeal. She felt the inexpressible thrillof his warm, wet, rough tongue licking her labia, and she almost climaxed againon the spot, but Towser, with the vague feeling that something was missing,turned away and trotted off.
Jane passed an agreeable interlude trying to imagine her dog's reactions toher as she was now. Ordinarily the most fastidious of young women, washingher hair at least once daily and showering twice or thrice, changing her clothestwice daily too on the rare occasions she was compelled to wear any, she thoughtthat, to Towser, her characteristic odour must be very faint. But now thatit was overlain by the pungent scents of her drying urine, the juices fromher vagina, her sweat, and the powerful stench of the pig sunblock on her hotskin, she must be almost unrecognisable to him. Did he think of her, she wondered,as his Mistress smelling strongly like an animal, or an animal smelling faintlyof his Mistress? The moisture welled in her vagina at the thought - but shewas far too hot, and too tired, and too thirsty to take her fantasy any further.
Towser woke from his doze in the shade. Opening his eyes lazily, he lookedacross the sunbaked yard to where 'the mistress-bitch,' as he thought of Janein her present incarnation, still stood by the post he'd tethered her to earlythat morning. Rising slowly to his feet, he yawned, stretched, and began topad off purposefully towards the kitchen porch and water. The time was justafter mid-day, and the shadows were almost at their shortest when Jane heardthe soft padding of Towser's feet passing her, bringing her out of the apathetichalf trance in which she'd spent the last hours. Momentarily she feared thatthe dog would stop and repeat his actions of earlier, then she feared thathe wouldn't. Then a tiny ray of hope sprang up in her tired brain. Would thisbe the second time Towser drank from the bowl since he'd brought her here,or the third? If it was only the second, she must resign herself to stay thirsty,but if it was the third - she ran her dry tongue around her parched lips andprayed fervently.
The dog's right fore paw came down on the pressure pad before his bowl. Acurrent flowed to an electronic counter which obediently changed state in response.That triggered the ultrasonic transmitter to send out an urgent signal, causingTowser's ears to come upright in surprise just as he was lowering his muzzleinto the water. The dog shook his head as his slow brain went through its simplesearch for the correct response. Of course! He turned his head and looked backat the bitch-mistress for a moment as his thoughts cleared, then trotted overto her.
Jane heard the urgent noise of Towser's feet before she felt his heavy bodyjostle her aside roughly as the dog raised himself to unhook the loops of herhalter. What she had found impossible the dog accomplished easily, and secondslater she heard his paws scrabble on the hard ground and felt the chain tightenaround her throat as he tugged insistently on her leash. Stiff in limb andhalf-stunned by the heat, Jane stumbled along, whimpering in fear, terrifiedthe impatient dog would pull her off balance and make her fall flat on herface. Towser stopped and gave a doggy sigh of impatience. The tall thing totteringbehind him on its long hind legs was making little noises of distress. He waitedfor it to recover its precarious balance before tugging on its halter again,this time more carefully. Jane shuffled along at the end of her leash, obeyingthe dog's directions, until the pressure on her neck stopped and Towser's hard,furry head butted her insistently in the stomach. That was the signal thatthey had arrived at their destination, and Jane dropped clumsily to her knees.Bending forward at the waist, she lowered her head and shoulders to grope forthe invisible water bowl she knew was somewhere in front of her. But she wasa long way off course, and Towser impatiently darted forward to seize a thicklock of her hair in his jaws and drag her head across and down to the bowl.Once he was confident that she was able to drink, he moved to the other sideof the broad bowl and lowered his own head to lap the water.
The dog drank his fill. Finishing first, he sat and watched Jane, head loweredand rump in the air, as she noisily slurped up the stale, warm water. The smellof this odd creature continued to puzzle and intrigue him, with its odd faintscent of his Mistress mingling with the sour reek of its body, and he trottedaround to investigate the crack between its buttocks, causing it to give alittle start of surprise.
Jane drank as much as her belly could hold. She had no idea at all what thetime was, and in any event her next access to water, like her eventual release,would be at the whim of her dog - or, rather, her dog's hunger and thirst.Her stomach swollen, she sat back on her haunches and swept her wet hair fromher face with a practised flick of her head. She waited meekly for Towser totake her away, for, although the dog no longer held her leash, she could sensehis presence, and the moment she stood and attempted to feel her way blindlyacross the yard to the outhouse, Towser would seize her halter in his teethlike a flash. She could hear the dog eating from his bowl, and her heart sankat the memory of her folly in giving him more than his usual ration of foodthat morning, and of her disabling the timer switch which would have sent himthe signal to release her at about 6 pm. Instead it had been her last-minuteinspiration to rely upon his hunger. Used to being fed some juicy tit-bit wheneverhe obeyed the signal, when it didn't come he would get hungrier and hungrieruntil it ocurred to his doggy brain that he might get his reward without waitingfor the delayed signal, and release Jane anyway. Of course, if he didn't graspthe concept, Jane would be stuck like this until the batteries in her cuffsran down at about 6 pm in two days time - a prospect she dared not even consider.
Towser finished the little that had remained in his bowl from the morning,sat up, and licked his lips. He took another drink, then sat and regarded theodd creature, with its confusing and ambivalent smells, that he'd been trainedto manage. It had finished drinking, so he darted forwards and seized its trailinghalter in his teeth. Snarling, he pulled hard on the leather loop, then waitedin patient disgust as the thing clumsily climbed to its hind legs in response.He tugged again on its leash, and it began to follow him obediently. Impatiently,he dragged it across the yard to its post, where a few seconds sufficed totether it where it been before. Panting, his tongue lolling from the side ofhis mouth, he watched it for a moment before going off on yet another searchfor his absent Mistress.
Jane heard the dog trot away with dull misery. Even the recent experienceof being led away to drink and back, then tethered to her post like a docilebeast failed to give her the usual guilty thrill. Her feet were swollen andher legs ached with the constant standing on the hard soil, and she had severalhours of this slow torture to endure even if her scheme worked. And if it didn't.....Sheshuddered at the prospect. At least she wouldn't be thirsty again for sometime, she thought, thinking of the water she'd forced down into her protestingstomach. That abused organ gurgled in protest, and she belched, feeling a surgeof stale water in the back of her throat. Her body sagging with fatigue, shetried to get comfortable by leaning on her post, but the ache in her musclesmerely spread to her upper thighs. Try as she might, she could find no morecomfortable a position than to stand by the post as she had for the last endlesshours. She was beginning to feel an overloaded sensation in her gut - the resultof her swollen stomach, she thought at first - but then the first of a seriesof increasingly urgent messages from her bowels began to reach her weary brain.Sobbing silently, she spread apart her thighs the little distance she couldand emptied her bowels in an unending stream between her legs. Her bowels spasmedagain and again, ridding themselves of the load they'd carried for the lastthree days. With them emptied at last, Jane leaned against the post, feelingthe slimy warmth of the last of her faeces sliding down the inside of her thighsto join the thick puddle around her feet, and wept, the tears escaping throughthe tiny gap between the sides of her nose and her cheeks to trickle into hermouth.
There followed a long period of of non-activity of which Jane remembered nothing.She must have spent it in a state of trance, so weary and miserable she was,but she came out of oddly refreshed in her mind, if not in her body. Slumpedby the side of her hated post, she used all the senses she could command ina methodical examination of her whereabouts. She could hear birdsong, and itwas much cooler - intimations of evening. The faint breeze had died, and sheknew that it would be cold later. Deliberately she avoided thinking about thelooming possibilty of her spending the night here. Her hopes rested on herdog following the scenario she hoped he would, and she wondered where he wasand what he was doing.
Towser lay on his belly under the kitchen porch, whining miserably. It waslate, and he was hungry, and his Mistress still hadn't returned. He glancedover the yard to where the bitch-mistress, still clearly visible through thegathering gloom, stood by its post. He sat, and turned his head to look upat the metal chute far above him through which his delicious rewards wouldcome. But it was long past the time when the thin sound of the ultrasonic signaltold him to do the duty for which he'd be rewarded, Confused and unhappy, helay down again and wondered vaguely what to do. Half an hour later he rosewith an air of decision. Signal or not, he would lead the tall beast to theouthouse as he'd been trained. Then he'd return to stand under the chute andsee if his reward was delivered.
Jane, who had relapsed into complete, unthinking apathy, was startled outof it by Towser's sudden appearance. Pushing her aside, he stood with his frontpaws against the post and deftly unhooked the two loops on Jane's leash. Grippingthe end loop firmly in his teeth, he led the tall thing, tottering with fatigue,across the yard to the outhouse. Dropping its leash on the threshold, he trottedback to the porch and sat under the chute, looking upward expectantly.
Jane was almost hysterical with relief. She took a faltering step into theshed and probed feverishly with her foot for the dome of the switch. Findingit, she pressed down savagely, hearing the faint hum of the magnets in hercuffs stop abruptly. She stood for a moment unmoving, enjoying to the fullthe blissful feeling that she could free herself at will, before bringing herarms to the front of her body, wincing at the ache in her tortured arm muscles.Lifting her left mitt to her mouth, she tore savagely at the securing clampwith her teeth. It popped open, and she pulled it from her hand with hystericalrelief. Her blindfold, and the other mitt swiftly followed, then she slippedthe heavy choke chain over her head with a heartfelt sigh of satisfaction.With fresh strength she hobbled form the outhouse and crossed the yard to thekitchen, Towser giving her a puzzled glance as she passed him. The first thingshe did, even before cleaning herself up, was to operate the switch to releasehis reward.
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