Dog Walk

It was a brisk spring day in Indiana, the frost not quite out of the ground. I was waiting for the ground to soften enough to start my planting, but in the meantime I had my pets to take care of.
Three dogs, a cat and a very special pet that I kept locked up away from the others.
"Perhaps I should take him for a walk today.", I thought idly. I put on a sweater and walked down the path to the kennels, greeting the dogs in turn until I reached a locked covered pen.
I unlocked it and stepped in. My special pet was curled up in a ball trying to stay warm in the chill air. He shivered slightly as he slept there , the tags on his collar jingling slightly.
"Up boy!", I commanded, slapping him on the rump. He rolled over and assumed the position of respect I had taught him early in our releationship, head down, ass raised to make it easier to spank.
"Good boy.", I said reaching out to scratch his head." Walkies?" , I asked in a cheery tone.
He wiggled his ass in lieu of a tail. I pulled the leash from my pocket and attached it to his collar and led him out and away from the house, towards the woods surrounding the farm house.
He stayed three paces behind me scrambling across the damp ground, and occasionaly sinking into the muddy ground. Patches of snow still dotted the area under some of the trees and I heard the crunch as he put his paws into the soggy cold patches.
We walked that way until I reached a clearing with a tree stump in the middle, and I sat down. My pet knelt at my feet waiting for me patiently. I unsnapped the lead from his collar and picked up a stick that was laying on the ground and threw it.
"Fetch!", I commanded and laughed as he scampered across the clearing and brought the dirty bough back to me in his mouth.
I tried to take it from him and he growled at me and resisted.
"Give!" , I commanded and he released it and sat up and begged like a little puppy, with a whimper, until I threw it again for him.
He chased after it again and he returrned it to me with his head held high as if to say, "See what a good pet I am Mistress?"
We played this game a few more times before I tired of it and refused to throw it again.
I lit a cigarette as he knelt at my feet head down. He was such a good boy I felt I had to reward him. "Would you like to watch puppyboy?", I asked.
He yipped in agreement and I ordered him to look up at me as I inhaled, then let the smoke trickle from my red lips like a slow fog across the ground. He stared at me as if hypnotized but the flow of smoke, and even after I finished, he kept watching me.
His submission and desire started to arouse me, and I pulled his head into my lap. "Nuzzle!", I commanded, and felt him rub his face againist my pussy, his nose pushing the rough fabric of my work jeans against my clit.
I let myself relax as he rubbed again me and was secretly amused as he started sucking on the cloth to try and taste my hot juices that were beginning to soak my crotch. "He is such a good pet", I thought, "It's a pity I have to return him." His efforts became more frantic and he tried to pull my zipper down with his teeth.
"That's enough!", I commanded, pushing him away. He whined and begged, until I stood up.
"NO!", I repeated pushing his head down and reattaching the leash to his collar. I led him back towards the house, with a stop at a tree for him to pee. There was a patch of snow that crackled as the hot urine hit it, and I kept thinking of an old song, "Watch out where the Huskies go, and do not eat that yellow snow".
I led him back to the kennels, returned him to his pen and removed the leash. He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I saw he was aroused by me, my power over him.
"Do you want to touch it?", I asked him, reaching out to tap it with a fingernail. He yipped at me, and I smiled. "Stroke it puppyboy, get it hard for your Mistress.", I said watching him and slipping a hand inside my pants to touch myself.
He stroked it and whined in pleasure, and as soon as I saw the first glistening drop of his precum, I slipped my wet fingers in his mouth, and slapped his hand away from his cock.
"Suck your Mistress's juices puppyboy, you don't get to cum yet." He sucked on them greedly until I pulled them out of his mouth. I walked out the door of the pen, locked it, and then looked back at my whimpering puppy slave.
"Finish yourself.", I said and pulled the cover down and waited, listening to his pants and moans, until I heard the final gasp of his orgasm. I walked back to the house and sat down in the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee as my husband arrived home.
"How was your day dear?", he asked, pouring a cup for himself. "Didn't do much, took my pet for a walk.", I said, thinking of my slave, my puppylover, my animal controlled by my passion.
"Are you ever going to show me what you've got in that pen?", my husband teased. "Someday maybe. But I promised my friend Minx that I'd take good care of her pet until she got back from England, and she insisted that it be kept isolated. It's a very rare breed.
My husband smiled at me, and suggested we go upstairs to the bedroom. "Why?", I asked. "Because every time you take that pet of hers for a walk, you get horny." "Do I?", I said innocently. "Yes. I just wish you'd walk the damned thing more often.", he said standing up.
"Perhaps someday I'll take you with me.", I said quietly, but in my thoughts I added "And you will be leashed and collared as well."
I follwed him upstairs as a good wife should do, but I knew someday, he would be at my heels.
Every dog has his day.

Copyrighted by author ©Dr. Forbin 1998