I felt cold. A light breeze prickled my skin, producing goosebumps that stretched the entirety of my naked body. The thin pair of panties that my goddess, whom I affectionately referred to as “Mommy”, had forced me to wear provided very little warmth. I huddled there shivering, my hands bound tightly behind my back. The soft material of my collar absorbed and radiated the heat from my neck, comforting me. A silk blindfold nestled my forehead and draped across my eyes, letting in only brief flashes of muddled light.
Mommy told me that she wanted my peepee let out of its normal confinement for today’s festivities, because she wanted to watch me grow. I didn’t quite know what she meant, but I always trust and follow Mommy’s instructions. I found myself missing the security of the cage, worried that I wouldn’t be able to control myself. Unsure of what was to come.
So there I sat, perched thoughtfully on the supple velvet chair that Mommy refers to as “Puppy’s Place.” The silence was deafening. I did not know how long I had been there or how long I would be. I waiting in anticipation, straining to hear that somber, comforting voice I’d been conditioned to associate with release and pleasure.