Captured

JW woke the next morning, his cock hard as iron and no one worthy of helping him with it.

But that would change soon, he knew it.

Slipping on a pair of cotton running shorts and sandals, he went downstairs into the kitchen and made himself a pot of coffee and breakfast. He took a can of chunky chili, the label about the same color as a can of Alpo dog food, and opened it. He then tore most of the label off and stepped outside coffee in one hand 'dog food' in the other and made his way to the kennel.

Working his hand into the kennel he dumped the cold contents into the bowl for food, and then poured the coffee into the bowl for water, saying "Come here, Bitch. If you are a good girl, I will let you eat and drink today."

Barbara crawled from the dog house eyes red and puffy, dark circles dominating her features. He couldn't tell if she was mad, sullen, tired or all the above, but he commanded, "Turn around and back up, I will take that gag out."
 
Barbara was livid! The long night had seemed never ending!! She wAs too cold to sleep, the flies had feasted on her, and she was mighty sullen!

She eyed the dog food with disgust! If he thought she was going to eat that, he had another think coming!!! She backed against the fence, eager to have the ball gag and cuffs removed so she could give him a piece of her mind, and chick the dog food at him!!
 
JW took the gag out of her mouth, whispering, "Before you bitch about what you are being fed, be thankful I though enough to feed you."

Spinning on his heel, JW headed back to the house and went inside to pour himself a cup of coffee. Standing at the window that over looked the yard where her kennel was, JW watched Barbara a few minutes while he sipped at his piping hot java.
 
Dammit!! While he had removed the gag, her hands were still bound, mane was as mad as could be, but Whe was hungry, and seeing he he w as out of sight she went to the dog bowl, sniffing, and discovering that despite it's appearance, it was not dog food, still, cold it was far from appetising!!

With her hands tied she had to put her face I to he dish, picking ip lumps with her lips, and eating them quick. She wiped her mouth on her shoulder, moving to the other side, and as soon as JW came out, she kicked it in to the dirt.

"I'm not eating that shit!!"
 
JW looked down at the food she had thrown away and said simply, "Well, that's a shame, 'cause that's all ya get until tomorrow morning. Don't do no good to feed your bitch more than once a day."

JW strolled out to the smallest shed and piddled around inside for a while. Eventually he found what he was looking for and headed back to the kennel. Attaching the wires from a small blue box to the kennel JW said, "Well, the way I see it, we need to learn ya some manners before you can be all house broken and stuff."

Barbara was still staring at him angrily, and JW smiled nicely at her and said, "Today we get to the real learnin'." He turned back to the shed and heard Barbara take in a deep breath and begin to yell at him.

Pulling a remote from the shed, he hit a button and a small electrical charge went through the kennel, not enough to hurt her seriously, but strong enough to get her attention.

Her screech turned into a shocked scream as the electricity coursed through her feet and knees through out her body. As he shut the electricity off, JW said, "Now I can learn ya with shock therapy, or beat ya. Which do you prefer Bitch?"
 
Neither!! I prefer neither!! I hate you!!

Barbara climbed up in the roof of the wooden dog house, pretty damn pleased with herself for foiling him!

Laughing, she stuck out her Tongue! The roof was covered with a rough roofing felt which scrope her inner thighs uncomfortably, as she had no use of her hands! Still, she would not let him know that!!
 
JW watched in mild amusement while Barbara scrambled atop the dog house. "Well then if you hate me so, then I'll just leave you to your kennel."

JW turned his back on Barbara and headed to the house. After twenty minutes or so he headed to the largest of the sheds and unlocked the door. Letting himself in, he began working and did not re-emerge until lunch time.

Stepping out of the barn like shed he saw Barbara sitting in the dirt in her kennel, looking pensive. "What's wrong? Need to pee?"
 
She was still mad as he'll, and made more so by his recognition that she needed to pee.

"yes... May I please use the bathroom master?!"

Her tone was more confrontational that concillitary, but she squeezed her legs together, unable to take the humiliation of being made to pee outside in the dirt!

Trying again she began

"I'm sorry about the food! I hate it out here! Please let me back inside"
 
JW laughed and replied, "You will eventually learn that I will only worry about your concerns once they are secondary to you. Or another way for you to think about it, while you are your own concern, then you are no concern of mine."

JW unlocked the pen and dropped her leash around her neck, "Come on, every bitch needs a walk every now and again."

Yanking on the rope, preventing Barbara from getting her balance he walked her to a tree and said, "Ok, do it."
 
She trotted along as best she could on the end of the leash, her face heating considerable when he walked her to the tree.

"Ok, do it."

What???!! Her eyes flew wide. He did not expect her to pee outside surely?? She searched his face desperately.

"I need to use the bathroom. Please may I use your bathroom, the one upstairs??" There, that left no doubt what she was talking about. She was bursting, and had to cross her legs, squeezing her muscles tightly, to maintain control of her bladder. she would not pee outside like an animal! She would not do it!!
 
JW walked her over to a tree and then yanked a switch off one of the branches and slapped it sharply across the back of Barbara's knees, leaving one thin painful welt across her skin.

Watching her drop to her knees, he said, "The bathroom upstairs is for humans. Bitches pee against the tree here. And bitches are on all fours, humans walk on two feet. Understood?"
 
The thin switch left a blazing trail of fire across the back of Barbara's legs, and brought her to her knees. She looked up at him, tears shimmering in her eyes, but she squeezed her legs tight together, refusing to endure this humiliation.

She expected him to capitulate, to bring her inside, to allow her to use the bathroom, but she was wrong. They remained right where they were, and the point came where she could wait no longer. Red faced, she squatted, releasing a loud stream of pee into the grass. It seemed to go on and on forever, as her stretched bladder emptied itself.

When she was done, she looked up, her face soaked with humiliated tears, and she asked him for some toilet tissue, with which to dry herself. Her request went unanswered, and she had to shake her hips, shaking off as many drops as she could, before she crawled forward, a few small droplets dampening her thighs.
 
It seemed to take a long time. Barbara was holding out and JW knew it. Not a chance in hell he was going to take her upstairs and let her use the toilet. If she was lucky by the end of the week, he would allow her to use the bucket.

Once she started, she couldn't stop. It flowed and flowed, a river of urine exploding from her and then soaking into the grass, cover her thighs and calves. She asked for tissue to wipe herself his response was simple, "Bitches don't wipe."

He walked her over to the side of the house just a little faster than she would or could comfortably crawl. An eye hook was bolted into the side and he looped her lead through it not bothering to tie it off. "Stay," he commanded as he walked off and went inside.
 
Barbara was absolutely mortified! She could not believe that she had just peed outside like an animal, and worse.. or at least, just as bad, she had peed as he watched her.

She had held on for as long as she possibly could, and then it was too late, once she started, she couldn't stop, and now her thighs were splattered, and she was chained to the side of the house.

She had forgotten what misdemeanour had gotten her out here in the first place. when Master came out, she would beg and plead, and do whatever he might want of her to make amends, to be allowed to re enter the house.

She wriggled around, trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable. She felt dirty. Finally, she moved herself to a tuft of grass, and crouched over it, rubbing her pussy on it, wiping herself as best she could. She was grateful that he was in the house, because there was little as humiliating as what she was currently doing.
 
JW walked to the sink watching out the window as he sipped on a cup of coffee. He waited a couple of minutes wondering what Barbara was doing during her moment or two alone. Part of him wondered if she figured out a way to wipe herseilf or not. He doubted very much she was accustomed to doing with out or having any hardship.

"Fuck" he muttered to himself, "I bet no boy has ever told her no. Including her pops."

After a moment he grabbed a cookie and walked back out side. He saw that she had moved a little, but not far, but said, "Good Girl."

Taking up the rope again he led her back across to the kennel again. "Back in side with you."
 
Barbara looked up when she heard him coming, smiling when he lifted her leash.

"please, please please please allow me to come back inside. I'm sorry!! Sorry for whatever I did, I dont even remember, please let me in... I'll do anything... anything at all!"

She emphasised the last, hoping to entice him. She was in earnest, she really detested that godforsaken kennel! She hated the word painted over the door, she wanted to be back to her position of cherished lover!!

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and shinning, the look that never failed to melt the heart of any guy.

"pretty please!"
 
JW smiled and almost laughed as Barbara batted her eyes and said pretty please, all warm and fuzzy like.

As if anything had changed in her yet.

He looked down at her and said simply, "No."

The way her face crashed was nearly worth the price of admittance. It was clear that she had not only anticipated that JW would change his mind about her punishment but was expectant of the change of heart.

He walked her over to the kennel and let her in before taking the rope leash off. Shutting the door he said softly, "You haven't learned your lesson yet, Bitch. Once you do, once your heart beats only for my pleasure and your need to make sure I am happy, then we can discuss letting you out of the kennel."
 
"No"

That single word made her world crumble! It wasn't a word she was used to hearing, especially when she did her big eye thing.

Disbelief filled her, and she was stunned, as he began to drag her back to the kennel.

"No! NO!!"

Suddenly she dug her heels in, bracing herself, refusing to simply crawl along at his command.

"I'm not going back in there, I wont!! I WONT!! LET ME IN THE FUCKING HOUSE RIGHT NOW!!!"

She spoke before she considered the consequences. She had no power here, this wasn't some freshman who would crawl away crushed because she refused his advances, she was trapped here, his slave, and she had just made a very big mistake.
 
He didn't say a word.

His hand shot forward, fore hand, back hand, fore hand, three sharp slaps across her mouth, compressing lips agains teeth with each stroke. His other hand tightened the rope around her neck, tighter than it had ever been before.

Disappointment filled his heart and reflected in his eyes as Barbara struggled to breath. He let up before she passed out and then drug her toward the kennel again, each time her mouth opened he reached back and slapped her face harder than the last time.

"Shut up bitch...Ya'll have said more than enough for today."
 
Her face stung, and her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to breathe. She knew it was stupid to scream and roar like that, but she had done it before she thought, and now she had made things infinitely worse.

Everytime she tried to apologise he backhanded her, and she was quickly dragged into the cursed kennel and left there.

Her hands were still cuffed behind her, and her shoulders ached and she slept very little as she curled up on the floor of the kennel feeling very sorry for herself. The mosquitoes bit her time and time again, and she couldn't even scratch them.

She rubbed herself against the side of the kennel, getting a splinter in her ass, and that only served to make her more miserable.

By morning, Barbara had decided that she would do whatever it took to get the Hell out of there. If that meant she had to roll on her back and bark like a dog ,she didn't care ,she would do anything she had to, to get back into the house.

Even the basement, where he had pegged her to the ground was preferable to this. At least there were no mosquitoes in there, and she didn't have to see the word "Bitch" painted up above where she slept. She hated it!

By morning she was kneeling demurely waiting on Master to come out and feed and water her. She didn't need to pee and she was determined to avoid drinking as much as possible to avoid the humiliation.
 
JW woke early the following morning after spending the evening surfing the internet, pecker in hand. It was a poor substitute to the Bitch in the kennel, but she wasn't ready yet.

She was will full, prideful, and more concerned about herself and her comforts than anything else. None of which were traits he wanted her to have. Couldn't she see that it was only by giving herself completely to him, that she would find happiness?

But then she had been programmed over her entire life to think of herself more than others, and that happiness was only available through self aggrandizement and satisfaction. Perhaps one could be happy that way for a brief period of time, but not a lasting happiness.

The type of happiness he was offering her.

JW cooked breakfast and ate it, then took a plate of food out to Barbara and dropped it into the food bowl after turning it back up. "Eat" was all he said as he closed the kennel and went into one of the sheds.

He brought a large tin tub out and placed it near the kennel and began filling it with warm water and soap.

Opening the kennel, JW grabbed the leash and wrapped it around her throat and the walked her over to the area where she had peed the day before. "Pee" he commanded.
 
Barbara was feeling mighty sorry for herself come morning, and she had resolved to do whatever it took to get out of the kennel and into the house.

She saw Master coming with breakfast, and she smiled at him, then turned and ate it hungrily. She was genuinely hungry, and following her ill thought out show down yesterday, she had gone a long while with no food.

She choked a little as he tugged on her leash, dragging her from the kennel until she managed to hurry up and catch up, giving some slack on the rope. To her disappointment he did not lead her to the house, but rather toward that tree.... oh God, NO!! He was going to make her pee outside again!!

She looked up, pleading with her eyes, deciding to remain silent, as everytime she spoke, it worsened her situation. The reached the tuft of grass where she had relieved herself yesterday, and although she was bursting, and she tried to go, her muscles would not relax.

She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears.

"Please don't look Master, I can't go when your watching me!"

She looked down, looking away, and after another two minutes, a warm trickle began, followed by a gush as her bladder emptied, and her face flamed scarlet with shame. Finally, she was done, and she shook herself, shaking off the clinging droplets of pee as best she could.
 
JW stood and waited until her red faced she began to pee. Again like the day before once she started, she peed copiously. "Good girl, Sweetie," he said as she finished up.

JW led her over to the tin tub and coaxed her into the tepid water and washed her with a giant sponge. The entire time JW whispered to her, caressing her gently.

He led her back to the kennel and locking the door as he turned away. "Sweetie, you have to want to please me, because you want to, otherwise you can't possibly please me."
 
Barbara was utterly mortified! This was so hard to endure, but she managed to keep her mouth shut, knowing that every time she opened her mouth, she got herself into more trouble.

She allowed him to lead her back to the kennel and she stood in the basin of warm water as he washed her down. At least she was clean. She felt like crying, like sobbing her heart out, but instead, she managed a little smile. It was watery, but it was still a smile.

She hoped, really hoped that he would bring her indoors, but he left, locking the gate behind him.

"Sweetie, you have to want to please me, because you want to, otherwise you can't possibly please me."

Oh God!! How was she supposed to do that??

Three more days passed, and the routine was always the same, the cold tin of meat in the dish, the bowl of water for her to drink. Her trip to the tree, and her every-second-day wash down. She was getting desperate. She managed to remain silent, communicating only through a smile, hoping that today would be the day she'd be allowed back in.

She was beginning to wonder if he was going to keep her out here forever.
 
The days went by, and JW continued the routine with Barbara, more to acclimate her to a schedule than anything else. Each day he could see a little more resistance wear down and forlorn desperation beginning to set in.

Her smile didn't reach her eyes when she smiled, but stopped at her nostrils, a sign that he might be losing her before he had quite managed to capture her heart as securely as he had her body.

Each day he listened to the news nationally and in the area around the park where he captured her, and nothing. So far no one had missed her. He marveled a little at that thinking that surely by now one of her friends would have reported her disappearance.

But they hadn't. Or if they had it wasn't being taken seriously.

Almost a week she had been with him, and almost a week he had denied himself the pleasures of her body because of her attitudes and willfulness. His fucking cock was so hard whenever he saw her that it was beginning to hurt nearly all the time, not to mention his balls were killing him.

JW walked her to the tree and waited patiently as she peed, she was getting better about it, taking less time to start peeing each day. After she peed he walked her over and bathed her again, this time using his hands instead of the big sponge.

"Have you learned your lesson yet Sweetie? I want you to be a woman, and take care of me and my needs, and trust that I will show you pleasure and love like you have never experienced in your life and no other man would give to you."

He reached and turned her face to him, "That means some very old fashioned things, like you will have to take care of house, home, and me. I will take care of providing for you, and keeping you safe and warm."
 
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