EIGHT
Dog Daze
As commanded I served them dinner. Jillian and Tasha ate at the table in the
kitchen, enjoying their control over me as they told me to fill their glasses,
cut their meat, and wipe their lips. I served Miss Rose in the living room
where she stayed reclining on the sofa and eating off of her TV tray. She
simply accepted her plate and dismissed me back to the tender mercies of her two
daughters, calling me later when she was finished to collect her dirty plates.
I washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen after dinner was over. Both
Tasha and Jillian were so fascinated with me that they sat at the kitchen table
to watch me work. Occasionally they directed me at some chore, but for the most
part they just watched, giggling and grinning as I slaved for them. After they
were satisfied that the kitchen was clean they finally allowed me to eat.
Jillian heaped a plate for me; some macaroni and cheese, a blob of mashed
potatoes and the gnawed remains of their pork chop bones. She set the plate on
the floor beneath the table, then ordered me to my knees to eat my feast. There
was little I could do but bow down beneath the table and dig in. I was starving
after all, as I had not eaten all day and most of the day before.
Jillian and Tasha watched me, both crossing their legs and kicking their feet
within my line of sight. I tried to ignore them, but it was hard even as I
shoved my face into the plate, licking at my supper. When the plate was clear,
Tasha pulled it away and Jillian told me to lick up what I had slopped over the
edges from the floor. They both laughed as I did.
They had me finish the rest of the dishes, then the two girls took me back into
the living room. Rose watched as I crawled along at their feet, shaking her
head. While Jillian and Tasha settled in to watch television with their mother
they directed me to crawl around the living room and pluck dirt from the carpet.
I did of course...
I was crawling right in front of the couch when I heard Tasha laugh and plant
her feet on my back. I kept working as Rose moaned-
"Tasha..."
"Oh, c'mon, Momma. What's he gonna do?"
The mother said nothing as Tasha leaned closer, whispering into Rose's ear-
"NO! Absolutely not!"
"Momma..."
"No!"
I felt Tasha sag as she shoved her feet into my side. I looked up to see Rose
staring at me, thinking... Finally she shook her head and sighed...
"All right..."
"Yes!" Tasha cheered as she took her feet from me and grabbed my collar,
pulling my head up. "Strip!" she ordered and I heard Jillian gasp. She had
ordered me, so I did. I took off my jeans and shirt, shoes and socks, folding
all and setting them aside-
"All of it!" Tasha said with a wide, evil grin and I did as told, slipping off
my underwear. I stood there before the three women as they smiled- all of them.
"Not much down there," Rose said with a chuckle and her daughters laughed in
agreement. Tasha slapped me-
"Back to work...slave!"
I dropped back to my hands and knees and continued picking dirt from the carpet.
After awhile I felt Tasha's legs on my back again. I tried to keep working as
she relaxed, crossing her ankles. My erection was huge- such as it was- and
dangling for all to see-
"Kiss Momma's feet!" Tasha commanded, and I looked over to see Rose's foot
hanging over the edge of the sofa. Without a thought I shifted position, but as
I leaned in she pulled her foot back and out of reach.
"No! That's too much!" she said, staring at me as I looked up at her. I needed
to carry out my orders, and it was killing me that I could not.
"C'mon, Mom..." Tasha whined and Jillian joined in-
"Yeah, live a little." She was on her feet and shoving my face at her mother's
feet. I stretched out my tongue...
"No..."
Jillian ignored her mother's protests and held my head in place until I started
licking at her mother's feet. They were clean, and smelled good, but they were
dry and chapped with calluses under the ball and heel. I did not care...
I heard Rose moan as Jillian backed away with a laugh. Before too long Momma
Rose had let her other leg dangle from the couch so that I could get at it. I
kissed and licked her feet as her excitement grew, eventually removing her
slippers to better get at her feet and please her.
After awhile Rose pushed me back and away. She was panting, breathing hard as I
sprawled on the floor, her daughters laughing at my humiliation. Tasha stepped
up and straddled my back then, sliding her feet under my face as she gripped my
collar like a horse's reins. She pulled-
"Giddyup!" she commanded and I started to crawl about the room, carrying Tasha
while the other two women laughed and applauded. She rammed her heels into my
thighs to get me crawling faster, jerking back on the collar to make me rear up.
I galloped around the room for several minutes at her direction, finally pausing
as she reined me in in front of her sister-
"Kiss, kiss, horsie..." then, "Lick, lick..." I did as she commanded, lowering
my head to the floor to lick and kiss Jillian's dirty black sneakers. Jillian
loved the attention, and I heard her mother laugh.
"That's enough!'
I looked up at Rose's words, seeing that the clock on the wall read after
midnight. I had been slaving for the three for over five hours, and though
Tasha and Jillian moaned in disappointment, still they listened to their mother.
"So what are you gonna do with your doggie now, Jillian?" Rose asked as she
settled onto the sofa. "You think he's just gonna sleep at the foot of your
bed?"
"Can he?" she asked excitedly.
"Hell's no!" Rose said. "You put him down for the night, an' I don't wanna
hear no whinin' girl. Not from him... or either of you."
Jillian agreed sullenly, gathering my leash and tugging me along back into the
kitchen. Tasha followed along, her feet slapping down as I crawled, right by my
head. Jillian handed off my leash to her sister and strolled to a cabinet below
the sink. She opened it and started shoving things about within.
"There's some clothesline in the junk drawer, Tash. Get it."
The younger sister did, and I watched as she stepped up to the drawer and
started digging through it, eventually producing a wad of thick, nylon cord,
holding it up with a huge grin. "Found it!"
They had me kneel as Jillian stepped up to my head. She placed a foot on the
back of my head to hold me in place as she pulled my arms up and back behind me.
Tasha quickly wrapped the cord about my wrists, running the line to my ankles as
they flipped me over. Within seconds I was bound and naked, on my ass and
looking at these two young women-
"Please..." I moaned, but they ignored me.
"Shut up!" Jillian said, as her sister stuffed a kitchen rag into my mouth and
tied it in place with a towel. I mmmphd into my gag as they towered over me and
laughed. When they were through, together they twisted my bound body about,
then started kicking and shoving at me to get me to crawl into the small
cupboard below the sink.
It took awhile to get me just right, but finally I was seated on my ass in the
filthy cabinet; arms and legs bound, gagged with my head wedged into the pipes
under the sink. The two daughters squatted down at the opening and smiled at
me-
"Comfy, doggie?" Jillian asked, tugging on my gag to tighten it. I moaned into
my gag, hanging my head and closing my eyes, trying to keep the tears back. The
position was hurting already and the cabinet smelled of garbage and mice. I was
already starting to sweat.
"He's so cute..." Tasha said, reaching in to pinch my cheek. "Look how excited
he is." She reached between my legs and squeezed my erection, then reached up
and pinched one of my nipples between her long nails. "I wish we could keep
him..."
"Yeah..." Jillian agreed, but her smile faded after a moment. "I wish he hadn't
stuck up for me before. Makes me feel bad, y'know?"
"Yeah..." Tasha nodded in agreement, standing up so all that I could see were
her legs and feet. Jillian gave me a final smile, a long look, then stood as
well. She closed the cabinet doors, and I heard her sliding the tiny dead bolt
that held them shut.
"We'll have some time tomorrow. Better dream of some fun things t'do, hunh?"
"Yeah... I can't wait! Thank God it's In Service. No school for me!" I heard
Tasha cheer.
I heard them walk away, Tasha's thongs slapping on the kitchen floor as they
laughed and whispered between themselves. Not long after the light went out and
I was lost to the total darkness...
***
I spent another long and fitful night there in the cabinet under the sink. I
almost found myself longing for the relative comfort of the storage room in my
own house where I had been tied the night before. Of course I had been hog tied
there, but at least there had been room to squirm.
The cabinet in the Davis kitchen was tiny and cramped, and my over six-foot
frame filled it quite nicely. My arms were bound tightly behind me at the
wrists and elbows and were wedged up against the back corner. My right arm was
quickly growing numb, both from the ropes and odd position, but my weight
pressing down through the night. My equally bound legs were folded up with my
feet twisted oddly into the opposite corner and my knees pressing against the
lower curve of the cool rusty pipe draining from the sink. I could feel water
seeping down my leg as well, a horrid smell of mildew. My head was wedged
between the pipe and the wall at such an angle that it hurt to lean back for the
slightest comfort. Worse, as I faded in and out of restless sleep my head would
nod forward and thump against the pipe.
It was miserable. I could barely shift position, and the rotting base of the
cabinet pinched at my naked ass if I moved too much. I could barely breathe
from the gag, coupled with the awful odors- not the least of which was my own
body odor. I still smelled of Bill's feet, and sweat from my efforts of the day
before. Sweating now in the stifling confines of the tiny cupboard, it just got
worse...
I heard movement at one point. Jerking awake I hit my head in the darkness,
wondering what was going on. I heard feet shuffling across the tiled floor of
the kitchen; moving about- then heard the sound of water in the sink above me.
The pipes rattled and I felt water running down my leg as it drained past.
Something clanked in the sink overhead, echoing in my ears as the sound of
shuffling feet began again and slowly faded away...
Something scrabbled past my hands, startling me to painful consciousness again.
My eyes snapped wide and I quickly started moaning in agony as my muscles
strained for release. I started to whimper, trying to ease my pain as something
furry slipped along my ass and then right over my bound feet a second later. I
slammed my forehead into the pipe as I screamed, seeing stars...
Roaches crawled over me throughout the night. I could feel them on my arms and
legs, an annoying tickle. I felt one between my legs, scrambling through my
coarse patch of groin hairs, up onto my penis. I shook, trying to kick and
rock, trying to get it off, remembering an old Night Gallery episode about an
insect that was put into a man's ear and crawled straight through his head,
laying eggs in the process. I don't know if that was possible, but it scared me
shitless and I started to cry.
I wet myself...
