The New Pup

Postby photon42 » Tue May 21, 2013 11:21 am

My second story, I will finish my first soon but I wanted to write this one whilst the idea was still in my head. This is a completely fictional story (Unfortunately) except for the character called Ric who is an accurate representation of myself.

It was a bright and sunny Saturday in July, and even though I live in England it was a lovely 27 degrees (Celsius) a perfect temperature. It wasn't too warm or too cold and I was extremely excited about what was to come. My nine year old sister was at her friend's house so she was out of the way, my 17 year old brother was staying over at his girlfriend's and my mom and dad were going to be taking my dog to the vets for a procedure of some sort which would take anything between three and half to five hours depending how busy it was and how well my dog behaved so I was betting on them being out for at least four hours. My plan was to put my dog's old crate to good use and do a little self-bondage. I am five foot nine inches tall, I have a blonde mop and I am skinny.

"Are you sure you'll be okay on your own Ric?" asked my mom whilst my dad took Barney, our Bernese Mountain dog, out into our car. Barney was too big for his crate and had been for a long time so he just went in the boot of the car which fortunately was large.
"I'll be fine Mom, I might go to a friend's house some point," I answered.
"Okay, see you later," she said and left.
I waited ten minutes before putting my plan into action, this was to ensure my Mom and Dad weren't coming back for any reason. First I scrawled a note on a piece of paper and stuck it on the front door, it said that I have gone to a friend's house and that I wouldn't be back until around 8pm that night, which meant I had 7hrs before I was supposed to return. I then went up into my room and grabbed my old school back out from its hiding place under my bed, it contained all my gear, a dog collar that I had dropped into my Mom's shopping without her realising and I had removed again before she emptied that shopping, a good tactic I thought as she had paid for it without realising. The bag also contained handcuffs, mittens wrapped in duct tape which created cheap leather mitten-like replacements (I had decorated these with fabric and plastic claws to make my hands become paws), a ball gag, a blindfold, a belt that had many straps and a tail, a leash that used to belong to Barney as well as a dog bowl that used also used to be Barney's. The bag contained a few other things that I would be using as well. I took all of this in the bag down to the garage which I opened with my key, only me and my dad had a key. I dumped the bag on the floor before pulling Barney's old crate from the corner of the garage over to the space underneath my dad's workbench. I pushed it underneath with the entrance facing out, I then turned my attention to concealing the crate, I grabbed old rags and shirts that my dad uses to clean things with and piled them up on top of the crate arranging them so that the crate was completely submerged in the pile except for the entrance which was open. Above this on the workbench I placed a blanket on which I placed more rags and I tied string to the corners of the blanket so I could pull it down with the rags to conceal the front of the crate. Now that was done it was time to turn my attention to myself. (I imagine the crate to look like this but metal and with a few modifications to allow for padlocking of the crate, http://flyingwithadog.com/wp-content/up ... -crate.jpg, under a workbench like this,http://www.harborfreight.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/i/m/image_20328.jpg, with the bottom shelf higher up).

I locked the door of the garage and placed my key on the workbench before opening my bag, light from the few windows was enough for me too see what I was doing, just about. I stripped all my clothes off except for my boxer shorts and dumped them behind the pile of rags that concealed the crate. I put the dog collar on first, I buckled it tightly with the O-ring at the front, then I padlocked the two D-rings on the back of the collar together to prevent it from coming off even if I undid the buckle. Then I tied a length of rope, the length from my foot to my shoulder, to my ankle in a noose/cinch knot which I pulled tight around my ankle and I did the same to the other ankle leaving the ends loose. I then took one of the socks I had just removed and folded it before stuffing it into my mouth, then I took the ball gag from my bag and pushed it into my mouth before buckling and locking it (I imagine it to be something like this, http://www.dhresource.com/albu_26046776 ... buckle.jpg). I could now make little more than an inaudible mmph and I was drooling a little at all times, just like a real dog! (I have always fantasized about being a human pet, specifically a dog). I took a roll of tape from in my bag and taped over my gag a lump at the ball, next I taped around my head again and again until only my nostrils and eyes were exposed. I then attached the leash to the workbench leg and then clipped it onto my collar's O-ring to allow myself to feel more dog like whilst I prepared the rest of my scene.
First of all I took the belt from my bag, I stepped through the leg straps and pulled my arms through the shoulder straps before tightly buckling the belt just below my waistline, causing my tail to hang over my butt but look like it started just above not halfway up my body. I then took the handcuffs out and locked them tightly on my wrists, then I took what I would need out of my bag, including a small plastic food bag which contained the keys to all my locks and cuffs, before chucking the now practically empty bag into the corner. Next I took the ends of the rope and prepared a cinch knot on the loose end of each length. Then I attached two knee pads to prevent injury and then I got down on my hands and knees. Then I went to the bag of the rag pile, stretching my leash to its fullest and then I cocked my leg and peed up the pile of rags, I wanted my experience to be the best it could and I was sparing no expense. My wee smelt strongly unfortunately for me, once I was finished I returned to where my leas was tied and undid it before unclipping it from my collar and reaching into the crate and retying it to one of the gaps on the side of the crate. I then took my four remaining padlocks and hooked them through the hoops designed especially for additional locks. Then I took my mittens and placed them in front of the crate, finally I put my wrists through the cinch knots I had made earlier and pulled them tight.
To sum up my current position, I was forced to stay on all fours, the highest I could get was a low begging position and no higher, my wrists could get no more 15cm apart due to the handcuffs, I could make practically no noise due to my gag, my belt gave me a tail and my mittens would soon provide me with nearly no use of my hands reducing them to nothing but paws.

I began to back into my crate taking the bag of keys with me, once my feet were at the back I tucked my knees under my stomach to fit myself in with enough room at the front of the cage for me to lock it. I grabbed my mittens and blindfold (http://stockroom.com/common/images/prod ... 1/C741.jpg) from outside of the cage and pulled them in before placing the end of the string that was tied to the blanket above me just in front of the cage. I put the bag of keys down in front of the cage and tried to close it but the bottom of the mesh caught on the bag. Without thinking I tossed the bag away, much further away from the cage than I had intended, I had to lean out of the cage to get my finger tips to them but I didn't realise this because I was so excited about being in the crate. Without realising my mistake I closed the cage door and bolted it shut by sticking my fingers out, through the gaps in the mesh, I then snapped the black plastic that covered the bolt into place. Next I looped the first padlock, the first of four this one was near the top of the exit, through the first loop on the cage's front and clicked it down. Without even realising, I had just locked myself into the metal crate and prevented almost any chance that I could release myself, I could if I tried extremely hard probably bend the mesh enough for me to be able to reach the keys though.
I moved onto the next lock, which was situated just above the middle of the crate, I looped it through again and clicked it shut, this padlock was one of two high security padlocks that I had 'borrowed' from my Dad's old safe, there was no chance of opening it without both of the required keys. The next lock down was just below the middle of the crate and was the second high security padlock, I had positioned the lock in this way specifically to prevent escape as the two weaker locks supported the bottom and top of the mesh to prevent me bending the mesh and the two high security padlocks were there to stop me from bending the mesh enough to reach/get out. I had only taken this precaution because I had seen Barney use his paws to bend a crate door down when he got them onto a slightly bent section. I knew I was no where near as strong as Barney and this crate's door was twice as thick and no where near as old as the other crate but I wanted to make sure I had absolutely no option but the keys which, even though I hadn't realised, were also no longer an option. I locked the second high security lock with a loud clunk which I had not heard from the other high security lock, I tried to wiggle the metal arch a little and I could not but I could wiggle the other lock's arch. I ignored it and assumed that it was fine and nothing was wrong, fortunately I was correct but it still sent a burst of fear through me at first. Finally I locked the last padlock at the base of the mesh which was still an inch or so from the floor.
I picked the string up off the floor with the tips of my fingers and pulled it gently into the crate, careful not to cause the rags to fall prematurely. I then pulled my first mitten onto my right hand, all my fingers and my thumb were encased in the finger section of the mitten, when I made the mittens I had done one hand at a time and used nearly half a roll of duct tape on each one and then applied extra to the sections where my hands and fingers bent resulting in mittens that could not bend, I pressed the loose duct tape that was on the wrist end of the mittens down onto my wrists as hard as I could. I struggled to get my left hand into it's mitten but I managed and once it was on I pressed and smoothed the duct tape with my other hand. After this I grasped my blindfold, placed the cups on my eyes and held them there with one of my mitten covered hands whilst I got the other hand through the harness and pulled it over my duct tape covered head. I removed my hand and with a painful twang the harness shot forwards and hugged my duct tape covered head, resulting in absolute darkness.

'Now for the final part of my plan' I thought to myself, I would have said it out loud but I had been gagged for the last twenty minutes since I had started my bondage. I fumbled for the string but once I found it I picked up the it's tip with what I now thought of as paws, I struggled to hold it tightly as the duct tape was quite slippery. Once I had a grip on the string, I prepared myself for the full enclosure, then I pulled.
The string pulled the blanket from the top of the workbench as planned, as it fell the blanket caused the string to slip from between my 'paws', out of the cage and out of reach. The as the rags and blanket fell on top of me it was quite noisy and I was very quickly plunged into a pitch black pit that tore me away from everything else in the world. But as the rags tumbled down I heard something clink and clatter along with the rustle of thin plastic, it registered in my mind almost immediately. THE KEYS! They had been swept further away and buried under the rags, I instinctively tried to yell 'NO!' but my gag reduced what would have been a yell that could have been heard half way down the road into little more than a practically inaudible mmmphh that I was certain could not be heard on the other side of the rag pile. I quickly recovered and realised that the gag preventing my yell was probably for the best as people hearing yells like that would surely want to investigate and to find a fifteen year old boy tied up, locked in a metal dog crate and buried under a good 40cm deep pile of rags would surely end badly.
I thought about the crate door, I couldn't have bent it without the padlocks and bolt, why on earth had I thought I could, and why did I think four padlocks and a bolt were necessary to keep me in the crate. I began to hate myself for doing something so stupid, I was trapped and no one would know because they thought I was at my friend's house and they most likely wouldn't even enter the garage garage over the next few days. In my despair I tried to push the door open but it didn't even wobble, then I went into a frenzied panic of thrashing around. During this desperate frenzy I learned a few things about my crate.
1. The door is solid and unmovable.
2. The crate's base is too heavy to let the rest of the crate tip.
3. There isn't much space.
4. The rags had fallen right up against the door so no matter how close the keys had been without being inside they
would have been buried anyway.
5. Finally, practically no fresh air can get in through the rags so everything gets very warm if you move too much.

I finally managed to calm down and think, 'I can't escape on my own and my gag, my duct tape hood, my tail, my paws and my blindfold reduced me to a silent, blind unidentifiable, essentially naked boy-dog,' at this last point I almost completely forgot about my terrible situation and focused on what was a very arousing and brilliant thought, I was a human dog. This made me happier and more confident that I would find a way out.
I tried to bark through the gag but it came out as a slightly louder and deeper mmph than before but I was pleased none the less. I curled up on the bottom of the crate, really wishing I had put some blankets down. I cried a little at first but I soon fell asleep in my crate, feeling tired after my earlier frenzied attack on the crate, but I felt that I could live happily here.

That's all I have time for, I'll finish it off tomorrow or later. I hope you've enjoyed it so far.
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Re: The New Pup

Postby hafnermg » Wed May 22, 2013 4:12 pm

Nice....VERY NICE! I can't wait for more.

Re: The New Pup

Postby NemesisPrime » Wed May 22, 2013 5:20 pm

Me ether. I always wondered about puppy play.

I wonder how this is gonna turn out!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: The New Pup

Postby Nesterreg0803 » Wed May 29, 2013 2:57 am

Briljant start, hope you keep on writing!!

Re: The New Pup

Postby tiednw » Mon Jun 03, 2013 12:32 am

Nice start!

Re: The New Pup

Postby tedbangor » Sat Jun 08, 2013 5:56 am

Great stuff. Hope to read more soon.

Re: The New Pup

Postby henry1001 » Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:57 pm

Awesome, it would perhaps be interesting if a friend were to find him then keep him as a dog for a while.
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Re: The New Pup

Postby tiednw » Sun Jun 09, 2013 1:27 pm

Good idea!

Re: The New Pup

Postby mikeybound » Wed Jun 12, 2013 1:13 pm

Still didn't finish? These events lead to a depressing end so far.

The New Pup - Part 2

Postby photon42 » Mon Jun 24, 2013 12:37 pm

Really sorry it's taken me so long to get back to writing but I have had school work to deal with and work experience to organise. Plus my family have been out a lot so I have been taking advantage of this to do a little self-bondage as my family are oblivious to the enjoyment I get from being tied up, any tips on this situation would be appreciated. I am going to enjoy writing this section though because no one else is home at the moment so I have gagged myself and tied myself to a chair by my legs and I used my dressing gown rope (My best friend when it comes to discreet, budget tie ups) as a makeshift collar which is attached to the chair so it's all good.
When we left off Ric was: stuck in his crate, blindfolded, gagged, stuck on all fours, hands reduced to paws, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and buried beneath a pile of rags, blankets and material. So on with the story.

I awoke after what turned out to be three hours of sleeping in my crate, at first I was confused as even when I opened my eyes I could not see because of my blindfold. I panicked when I could not stand but I soon remembered my situation and controlled myself.
I was sweating quite a bit as it was getting hot beneath all of the rags, the tape around my head was beginning to loosen and I could feel it slipping away from my face. I began to feel as though I had used too many rags but then I realised that I was still getting a little fresh air. 'Mmmmmmppphhhh' I cried as I realised that there had to be a gap in the rags which meant that if someone did come in they would be able to see the cage. This boosted my spirits and I decided just to enjoy myself. I stretched out a little using up the last of room in the cage, this pulled my restraints tight which increased the sense of helplessness I was beginning to really enjoy. After a few minutes of this I pulled my legs and arms back in and lay, like a dog in my cage swinging my hips a little to wag my tail/belt. This made me feel good as I was starting to really get into the mentality of being a dog and not a human, I realised that if I wasn't found I would spend the last days of my life as a dog not a person. At first I wasn't too sure how to feel about this revelation but I began to like the idea of being a dog for the remainder of my life. I had to look at it like this as negative thinking would have made my situation a lot worse, it was like moral support which I provided for myself.
I spent the next hour switching between a sitting position and lying position and scratching myself with my paws. I enjoyed myself hugely even if I was just varying positions and having a good scratch, it was the feeling of being an animal that really made the moment for me. I had forgotten all about my fears of being stuck here forever and I was content and calm for the first time in my life I was absolutely care-free.

A few minutes later as I lay quietly in my cage, I heard voices outside of the garage and someone wiggling a key in the lock of the garage door. As the door opened I heard a the voice of someone I knew well, Jenna Bailey, my girlfriend. I was so confused, what was she doing here? I couldn't believe how unlucky I was. My chance at freedom could result in an extremely awkward situation. What was I to do? I could make as much noise as possible and escape but risk my relationship or I could stay silent and risk never escaping my cage. It shouldn't have been a tough decision but I wasn't sure what to do, I might not even get a choice in the matter if she saw me through the gap in the rags. She walked into the garage then stopped and shouted up to my house "Found it!".
Then I made my move and began mmphing desperately. "MMMMPPPHHH! MMMMMPPPPHHHH!" I said into my gag, I was struggling to make a lot of noise through my extremely effective gag. But it did the job, I heard Jenna say "Huh" and walk towards the workbench. "Hello?" she said.
"Mmmppphhhh."
"Is someone under there?"
"Mmmppphhh."
I heard the rags being pulled away from the crate and then Jenna gasped. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. I was embarrassed beyond belief, I tried to explain but my gag reduced it to mmmpphhs. I had to do something to prevent Jenna from freaking out, I slipped my paw into the gap created by the tape slipping from my face and tugged it desperately. I succeeding in removing the majority of the tape from below my blindfold allowing Jenna to see most of my face and a little of my hair.
"Ric!" she exclaimed. "So it was true!"
I mmphhed in confusion and cocked my head at a funny angle to get the message accross. She then proceeded to explain that she had talked to one of my friends who had found out that I had been looking up self-bondage tips when he had borrowed my laptop and decided to check my history. I growled angrily but she just laughed at me, and pointed out my tail. "Bad dog! she said as I growled to the best of my ability, with the tape gone a bit more noise was escaping. "You were stuck weren't you?" she said wiggling the padlocks. I bowed my head, I was embarrassed still but I was glad that Jenna had taken it all so well. "I'll let you out of this crate but you need to stay away from that door."
I nodded and Jenna found the bag of keys and unlocked the padlocks and unbolted the crate. She slowly opened the crate door and detached my leash from the side of the crate before moving away from the front of the crate to allow me to exit. I crawled out of my crate stretching as best as I could.
She removed the padlock and undid my blindfold removing it. I was blinded for a few moments as my eyes adjusted but then I could see again and Jenna became visible. She was smiling and she removed everything from around my head, including the gag and kissed me.
"You've been in there a while haven't you?" said Jenna.
"Yeah," I croaked. "Have you got a drink?"
"Sure, but your drinking out of a bowl, and keep your voice down."
"There's one in the bag."
"Cool."
She walked over to the bag and got out the bowl, pouring water into it from a bottle in her pocket as she placed it in front of me, she told me to drink and I did. She just watched and smiled as I did.

That's all for now but I would like you to answer something for me. Which storyline do you want me to write out of the following 3?

1) Sort of realistic but still fun.

2) Not very realistic at all but nothing massively absurd.

3) Unrealistic and absurd but really fun. This is what I will write if no one votes!
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Re: The New Pup

Postby Nesterreg0803 » Tue Jun 25, 2013 2:22 am

Then I will vote number 3!

Re: The New Pup

Postby henry1001 » Tue Jun 25, 2013 6:05 am

No-one ever says stuff that happens to me is "realistic" even though its true so just do number 3!
You are unique, Just like everybody else!

Re: The New Pup

Postby photon42 » Tue Jun 25, 2013 7:18 am

Just so you know option 3 is very unrealistic, as in it is impossible but don't let that deter you if you want that potion. This is just a forewarning, voting ends tonight as I need to get writing before I hit another month of not being able to post much. Thanks for all the positive comments anyway guys, I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
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Re: The New Pup

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:15 am

I´m more for 1 or 2 let it a bit possible if even would near to fantastic.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: The New Pup

Postby xtc » Tue Jun 25, 2013 10:04 am

henry1001 wrote:No-one ever says stuff that happens to me is "realistic" even though its true so just do number 3!

Funny that, no one believes that I am the professor of Vernacular English at the University of the South Coast either. I wonder why.
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: The New Pup

Postby mikeybound » Wed Jun 26, 2013 4:53 am

I choose fun!

Re: The New Pup - Part 3

Postby photon42 » Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:37 am

Thanks again for all the positive feedback, as requested by you I am writing the third option for my story. The most unrealistic as you were all aware, it should be fun to write but not quite as fun as part 2 as I am unable to be tied whilst the family is roaming the house, I wish I could be tied up around them but as I previously mentioned I don't know how to tell them I like being tied up or how they will respond :( :? :cry: :( :gag: . So with my whining over, on with the story.
When we left off Ric's girlfriend Jenna had just discovered him in the dog crate and was giving him a drink whilst she wondered what to do next.

I lowered my head into the deep bowl and licked the water, lapping it up quite noisily and messily but I didn't care, I had been in that crate for hours and I was hot and feeling a bit dehydrated. I had intended to drink from this bowl anyway so it didn't bother me, in fact it did quite the opposite especially now the fear of being stuck in that cage forever had been eradicated. Once I was finished drinking I lifted my head and I was met by Jenna grabbing the back of my head and roughly rubbing the water from my face. I moaned a little as she did so but she told be to shut up and stay quiet so I did.
Once finished she screwed the rag up and I told me to open my mouth, I refused. I wanted a little freedom after so long of being bound and gagged. At my disagreement Jenna scowled and asked again, and again I refused and kept my mouth firmly shut. Jenna rolled her eyes and said "Fine, we'll do it the hard way then." I was confused, I had no idea what she meant. But then she wrapped her arms around my stomach and forced me onto my back, I couldn't do anything about it because of my restraints. She swung herself onto me, sitting on my chest making it difficult for me to breath. Then she did something unexpected and placed a hand over my eyes rendering me blind once again. A few seconds later she removed the hand was smiling widely and then she lowered herself and then kissed me. Instinctively I opened my mouth and began to kiss her back but something was off. The I felt it, the rag, it was in her mouth and she forced it forwards half in her mouth, half in mine. Then she forced it all the way into mine and cut the kiss off placing a hand over my mouth as she pulled away, preventing me from spitting out the rag.
She then replaced the ball gag in my mouth, she had placed beside me when she had removed it meaning she had planned this. Then it was buckled into place and padlocked on and she slid off me and pushed me back onto my all fours. I looked up at her as she stood, trying to make her feel guilty but she just laughed. She adjusted her clothes, sorting her denim short shorts and skimpy white strap top until she was happy. The top made her long dyed red hair stand out even more and I had to admit, she looked stunning.
She attached the leash to my collar and gave it a tug, to make me follow. I unwillingly crawled towards the door following Jenna but trailing as far behind as the leash would allow. Jenna pulled on the leash again and I had no choice but to go along with it as I could see no way to retaliate because of my bonds and how tired I was.
"Richard! Heel!" snapped Jenna and tugged on the lead.
I crawled faster and crawled alongside her closely, not wanting to make things anymore difficult for myself than they already were. I knew my parents would see me if we left the garage so I breathed a sigh of relief when we stopped and turned around just before reaching the door way. I didn't question why we had turned but I followed Jenna in the hope that good behavior would get see me released. We approached the back of the garage where Jenna's absurdly large gym bag was, we shared it as it was high quality and had cost too much for one of us to pay so we had put our money together to purchase it.
"I almost forgot to pick up the bag, it's why I came here in the first place," said Jenna. "It's a good job really otherwise you would have been stuck in there for quite a while."
I nodded in agreement, and she fussed my hair and then led me back towards the door. I slowed as we approached it, and then stopped, refusing to leave.
"Come on Richard!" said Jenna tugging the leash but I shook my head in response and stayed put. "Come on!"
Again I just shook my head and stayed put, she stood in the door way for a little while before a smile spread across her face and she led me back into the garage.
"Is it because you don't want your parents to see you but also because you don't want them to find out you lied?" said Jenna. Both of her statements were correct so I nodded. "So if I can get you through and out of the house unnoticed you would do whatever I say until it is time for you to come back?" Again I nodded, wanting to be able to escape was my main concern but at the same time I was very much liking the idea of being Jenna's dog for the rest of the day.
"Okay then, it's settled, I get you through the house unnoticed and I get you as my dog for the day before bringing you back."
I nodded and I was ready for her to lead out of the garage and take me around the back of the house through the gate and we could go from there but her plan was drastically different as I soon found out. I couldn't deny it either because I would have to let my parents see me like this if I didn't go along with it.
"Climb in here," she said opening the currently empty gym bag. "Don't even think about arguing just get in."
I had no choice so I climbed into the bag and lay as low as possible. I could only see the white interior of the bag as the zip did not run the length of the bag and left around seven inches at either end that didn't open and as my head was in this section of the bag I couldn't see out. From behind me I heard the rustling of cardboard boxes and wondered what Jenna could possibly be doing. Then there was loud rustling and then packaging peanuts were being poured into the bag with me. I mmphhed loudly and Jenna told me to be quiet and that I would be fine as my gag would stop me from swallowing them and that she wouldn't put loads in. She emptied one box in around my lower half before emptying another around my upper half. Surprisingly even though I was completely immersed in the packaging peanuts I could breath just not quite as well as usual but nothing dangerous. Then the bag was zipped up and the double zip was padlocked together from the outside. I couldn't believe I was trapped again, twice in a day.
"Let's go, and you'll thank me for the packaging later," said Jenna's muffled voice.
Then the bag was hoisted up and strung over Jenna's back. This wouldn't have been possibly were it not for a few things: one, I weigh seven and a half stone (That is my real weight) and secondly, Jenna goes to the gym often but somehow she doesn't look very muscular but she is strong. I was bounced around in my bag as Jenna walked and when we reached the house we entered and Jenna began to talk to my mom before she dropped the bag from her back onto the floor to fuss Barney. My impact was cushioned by the packaging peanuts around me and I hardly felt a thing plus the bag looked normal as the packaging peanuts were spread just right so no one would no I was in the bag. Jenna had been right to use them after all.
After a few minutes I was hoisted onto Jenna's back again and we left the house, heading for Jenna's car accompanied by my mom who was still talking to Jenna and it sounded like Jenna had offered to drop her at my aunt's house. Jenna went to put the bag across the back seats of the car but my mom said that it would be better in the boot of the car so that's were I went. The boot was opened and I was chucked in my bag filling the small car's cramped boot. The boot was closed, Jenna and my mom got in and set off on the forty minute drive to my aunt's and then the fifty minute drive back to Jenna's. She was older than me as she was 17 and I was 16 so she was the only one who could drive and she practically lived alone as she was adopted by a single woman who wasn't in often and Jenna had never really liked her.
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The New Pup - Part 4

Postby photon42 » Mon Aug 12, 2013 7:52 am

Sorry it's taken so long to carry on but I've been busy at school and then the site went down. Anyway, the recap then on with the story: Ric had been found and half-freed by Jenna, his girlfriend before being hidden in a packaging peanut filled gym bag and dumped in the boot of a car for an hour and a half drive. The two have them had just arrived at Jenna's house where she lives with a woman who is out from most of time either working or at the pub.

Jenna pulled up in her car outside the house and parked in the driveway and cut off the engine. She climbed out of the car and closed her door before locking it. I began to panic, had she forgotten about me during the long journey? How long was I going to be stuck in here for, the packing peanuts were all over me and I was struggling to keep my face out of them. Then I heard the click of the car unlocking and the boot opened and Jenna hoisted the bag out of the boot and onto her back. She closed the boot and and locked the car again before carrying me into the house and dumping the bag in the middle of her lounge.
"We're here," she said and she opened the bag and helped me out of it. "Helen isn't in as usual so we have the whole house to ourselves little doggy."
It took me a moment but then I remembered that Helen was the name of Jenna's adoptive mother. I looked up at Jenna and wondered what the rest of the day would be like as her pet. She told me that it was now quarter to six in the evening so she would find some food and then empty the gym bag so that she could actually use it.
I wandered around for a little while, taking things in from my new height. It amazed me how different things looked from low down. I made another attempt at stretching before walking back to the lounge and waiting there. It wasn't long before Jenna entered and grabbed my leash to lead me to dinner. We entered the kitchen, my knees hurting as I moved along the stone floor tiles.
Two bowls lay on the floor, one full of water, the other containing ... dog food. The bowls weren't specialised dog bowls they were instead breakfast bowls so I would be unable to eat or drink without getting it on my face.
"I didn't have any dog bowls," explained Jenna. "But I did have a tin of dog food that you left here a couple of days ago when you stopped by after going shopping, I was going to drop it off at yours today but I forgot to pick it up so I thought I might as well use it."
She then tied my leash to the towel rack preventing me from getting out of the room or even across to the other side. Jenna then put the two bowls in front of me before crouching down to remove my gag.
"If you speak at all when this is off and it isn't an emergency you will be punished, you are aloud to make dog noises if you want though," she explained and when I nodded to show I understood she removed my gag and told me that she was going to sort out the gym bag and have her dinner before returning.
She left and locked the door behind her, all the doors in the house had locks on them, some even had two or three. This was because Helen decided that locking Jenna in a room was acceptable punishment when she reached her teenage years, Jenna had been locked in nearly every room in the house at some point or another and I had been locked in some of them with her. But she had also locked Helen in the kitchen at one point, this was during my fourth visit to Jenna's. When Helen found the spare key she sneaked out of the kitchen to find us and find us she did. We were in the almost empty box shed that stood in their garden, it was a three foot by two foot box and I was getting Jenna's skateboard of the ceiling where Helen had put it. I asked Jenna to help me as the skateboard was about to fall so she had squeezed in to catch it. She chucked it out of the shed as Helen came into sight and before either of us could exit the door was slammed shut and locked once with a key and then the two bolts were slid across. We were locked in there for the rest of the day, bearing in mind that the door was closed at eleven in the morning. We had fun in the shed even though it was small.
Then I stopped reminiscing and decided to eat what I had. I slowly ate the dog food, realising that it was not as bad as I expected, in fact it was nice-ish, I finished eating and had a drink before lying on my side and resting after and exhausting and interesting day. Jenna returned at seven o'clock and cleaned up, leaving just my water bowl. I felt myself getting excited as she came over to me and untied the leash from the towel rack and led me out of the room back onto soft carpet giving my sore knees a break. My leash was removed and Jenna picked up a small sponge ball from the table and then threw it. I figured out what was expected of me quickly and attempted to catch the ball in my mouth, biting it to pick it up when it landed on the floor. We played for half an hour before I was re-gagged Jenna turned on the TV, she sat on the sofa and I lay beside her my head in her lap. She stroked my hair occasionally as we watched the TV. During the adverts she began texting and then told me that my parents had said that I could stay at Jenna's for the night. At this I relaxed, finding pleasure in the fact I would not have to stop being a dog so soon.

Two hours later I woke up to the sound of a car without realising I had fallen asleep and Jenna turned to look out the window. She cursed and told me to get down on the floor. I obeyed and awaited further instruction, Jenna told me that it was Helen.
"You have to get upstairs, now, she doesn't know you're here and she'll ground me for weeks if she finds out that I've had you round without her permission, go into my room and hide whilst I clean up your bowl, go!" she ordered quietly. I left the room and scampered up the stairs as fast as my restraints allowed me. The stairs weren't too steep and by bringing my hands closer to my feet I created enough slack to allow me to climb the stairs. I moved into Jenna's room and looked around for somewhere to hide. I had hidden in here from Helen before but never when I was tied up, I mean Jenna had only just found out that I liked being tied up. I saw that the bottom draw of Jenna's chest of drawers was open and held only three t-shirts so I hopped into it and squirmed enough to move the draw in to the point where the magnet that was in all the draws would take over and pull the draw shut. It pulled the draw slowly in and I decided to try and leave it open a bit so I squirmed again trying to stop the draw but it was too little too late and the draw closed engulfing me in darkness.

I hope you've enjoyed this section of the story, I tried to write as much as I could to make up for not writing for so long and I will try to start posting more frequently. Until next time. :bound: :)
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Re: The New Pup

Postby tiednw » Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:38 pm

Nice continuation

Re: The New Pup

Postby mikeybound » Tue Aug 13, 2013 8:48 am

Really? Trapped again with no one knowing where he is? I'm just gonna laugh now.

Re: The New Pup

Postby photon42 » Tue Aug 13, 2013 3:30 pm

I know it seems a little repetitive having him trapped again but it is only temporary and Jenna knows he is somewhere in her room. I personally really like the idea of being trapped so I will include it frequently in my stories but this will probably be one of the last times he gets trapped in this story. Thanks for pointing out the repetitiveness though, it is something I can think about when writing in the future. :)
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Re: The New Pup

Postby mikeybound » Tue Aug 13, 2013 3:46 pm

You think I was criticizing? I find his carelessness funny!

Re: The New Pup

Postby photon42 » Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:29 am

Ohh, I understand now. Oh well, you helped anyway even if you didn't mean to. :) :lol:
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Re: The New Pup - Part 5

Postby photon42 » Sat Nov 30, 2013 10:56 am

When we left off Jenna's adoptive mom Helen had just pulled up and Ric had been forced to run upstairs and hide but in doing so became trapped within Jenna's chest of drawers whilst Jenna hides the mess that was created by treating Ric like a dog. This time we will be viewing things briefly from Jenna's perspective.

"Hurry up, hurry up," I said to myself as I dumped the few remnants of dog food into the bin and placed the dog bowl in the sink. As the bowl hit the base of the sink the door opened and Helen entered the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" she asked sternly.
"Cleaning," I responded nervously.
"Cleaning what?"
"Nothing."
"How exactly do you clean nothing?"
I just stood there trying to look innocent but Helen just walked over and looked into the sink and saw the bowl. I had to think fast to come up with an excuse.
"Why are you cleaning up dog food?"
"Ric came round with Barney and he had something to eat whilst me and Ric talked."
"Hmm, finish cleaning it then go to your room."
"What! It's only half nine!"
"And you lied to me about what you were cleaning so you are probably hiding something but I can't be bothered with you at the moment."
"MOM! I'm going to be eighteen in three months and you're sending me to my room ... at half nine!"
"Yes now stop whining."
And with that she turned and left the room, leaving me alone and angry but I knew better than to pursue the matter, that would get me locked in my room for sure. I finished cleaning, wishing I hadn't left the bowl earlier on when I cleaned up. I then headed up the stairs to my room, stamping up each one angrily.
"If you stamp one more time I'll lock you in that room all night!" yelled Helen.
I went to continue but I stopped myself realising Ric had not been to the toilet since we returned and would probably really need to go. So I continued on and up into my room where Ric should be. I asked where he was quietly and I heard a tapping but I couldn't figure out where from so I began opening and closing my wardrobes and drawers to find him.
It wasn't until I had searched through almost all of the drawers that I found where he was hiding, in the bottom draw of my largest chest of drawers. I pulled it open and helped him clamber out of the drawer as quietly as possible before closing it. He sat on the floor looking far more dog like than at any point so far and I envied him and his current care-free life as a dog. I stood there fantasising for a moment before Ric nudged me and brought me back.
"Do you need the toilet?" I asked and he nodded almost instantly but I told him to wait. "I'm going to have to untie you completely otherwise you're going to make a lot of noise on those tiles in the bathroom."
He nodded and I took the bag of keys from my pocket where I had stashed them and I began the process of releasing Ric from his bonds and I even ungagged him before letting him out of the room to sneak into the bathroom. Whilst he used the toilet I packed away most of the gear into a spare bag that I had lying around leaving just the collar and leash. He returned and I reattached the collar around his neck, locking it around his neck once again.
I gestured for him to go around to the other side of the bed, out of view from the doorway should Helen look in on me. I closed the door to my room and then went over to Ric who was lying on the floor, looking tired so I attached the leash to his collar and tied it to the leg of my bed before giving him a pillow off my bed for him to use. Then I lay on my bed texting my friends and watching videos on my phone whilst Ric slept. At some point I fell asleep with my phone in my hands and I was awoken at half past eleven by the closing of Helen's bedroom door and I checked my phone, apologising to my friends for the abrupt stop in texting. I changed into my pyjamas and checked on Ric and the leash before getting into bed and dozing off.

To be continued ...
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Re: The New Pup

Postby crazyman4 » Mon Aug 25, 2014 1:08 pm

Love this story please continue it