Chapter 5.1 ~ Fiction or reality?

 

The sound of my phone ringing brought me to my senses. When I sat up, I was confused and disorientated. The dream I had just experienced was so vivid, it took me a whole minute to realize that I was home and safe, lying on my sofa. For a moment, I wasn't even sure which day of the week it was.

In the dream, I was being treated like an animal and behaving like one. I was imprisoned at a location that appeared impenetrable. And, to top it all, there was the likelihood of being shipped to a hellish location in Africa. It felt as though my only hope of surviving was to impress the hell out of the guards, the maids, and the domineering Mistress. My only hope, it appeared, was to become the perfect Puppy-girl...

I shook my head to shake the sleepiness out of my thoughts, then picked up my phone, which had stopped ringing. I checked the time. It was 18:20. I should be somewhere...

"Fuck!" I cursed out loud. I had overslept and failed to make it to Doctor Cortney's surgery for my six o'clock appointment.

When I checked the missed calls on my phone, I discovered that it was the vet's surgery trying to contact me. I hadn't responded to the call, so the doctor probably assumed that I was too scared to return for the second appointment.

He was going to be disappointed because he had planned to give me another examination while wearing my new collar. Without doubt, sex was on his agenda, once he was confident that I was compliant and accepting of his dominant position. I acted submissively during Tuesday's appointment, but he was careful not to push me too far.

I had been taking my late Great Dane, Lady, to Doctor Cortney for two years and I had fantasized about having sex with him for some time. The vet, however had always been professional in his manner and had never once made a pass at me. My only lasting relationship was with another black guy, who after two years, lost interest in me.

Broken relationships with friends and family, I was told, is a common factor in a writer's life, especially when one devoted as many hours to the craft as I do. We turn to our own characters, at times of stress, and exist in their world where disappointments are under our control.

My sofa was too comfortable. I sat up, swung my legs around and stared at my phone. I was still affected by the dream in which Doctor Cortney abducted me and left me in a terribly isolated location in Scotland. Some of the things that happened were beginning to slip from my memory - well some of the details were a little fuzzy.

My laptop was on the coffee table. I had a sudden urge to record the details of the dream, so I lifted the top and switched it on. I had cut my hair and removed my pubes to please the vet, but doing those things also made me feel good. It was part of the fantasy and I liked it.

Well, after the terrifying dream that I had just suffered, I had to think long and hard about ever returning to the vet's surgery for a second appointment. It wouldn't take me long to type out a few bullet points so that later, I could flesh it out into a story. Not to publish but to read when I felt the urge to act out my Puppy-girl fantasy.

I had been typing for a while, when the cell phone rang again. I had regained my composure and cleared my head by confessing my sins on a 'Word' document, so I was strong enough to explain myself. I tapped the green button.

"Hello?"

'Kerry, it's Doctor Cortney here...' I glanced at the time - 19:05.

"Hello, Doctor. Are you calling about the appointment, um, that I've just missed?" I felt pangs of guilt, but it was no ordinary appointment. I was sure that he was half expecting me to chicken out because of the nature of our interaction during the 30 minutes that I was on his examination table a few days earlier.

'Yes, what happened, Kerry? Did you forget?'

"Well, er, I normally have a nap around four when I'm writing. I overslept. Sorry. Maybe I could pop in... er, next week..." I wanted to avoid making another appointment to give me time to think.

'Oh, that's alright, Kerry. Your collar arrived this morning. Shall I pop by on my way home and drop it in?'

"I thought you lived above the surgery..." I stopped abruptly when I realized that the idea came from my dream.

'What makes you think that, Kerry?'

"Oh, I don't know. It's a huge building," I responded lamely.

'Kerry, my partner, Doctor Wells, lives on the top floor," he said calmly. "We carry out surgical procedures on the second floor... No, I live in Great Amwell. 'I'll be almost passing your block of flats on my way home, so it will be no trouble...'

"Um, well, it's getting late."

'Kerry, did you get around to doing the homework that I suggested on Tuesday?'

"Um, do you mean my hair? Having it cut?"

'Yes. Exactly. Did you?'

"Er, yes, I did."

'Good, I'd love to see it. I'm about to lock up. I'll drop by in about fifteen minutes...' It wasn't a question which was probably why I caved.

"Um, okay..." The line went dead almost the instant I uttered the last word.

"Crap!" I exclaimed, looking around my living room.

It was reasonably tidy, as was the bedroom for I had already made the bed. I lived in a two bedroom, ground floor flat, on the outskirts of Huxley. I used the small bedroom as an office which was in a mess. I closed my laptop and carried it through to the office. After placing it on the desk, I retreated from the room and closed the door.

I had dressed earlier in an outfit that I thought would please Doctor Cortney. I was wearing a pink t-shirt, cotton white panties and a light blue pleated miniskirt, along with white ankle socks and brown sandals. With my pageboy hairstyle, makeup free fresh face and slim figure I must have looked a few years younger than my 25, maybe as young as eighteen.

When I entered the bedroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror robe, I felt a surge of excitement and caught my breath. It was like looking at a completely different person. Up until my appointment at the vet's surgery on Tuesday, I had been quite happy with looking like a girl in her mid-twenties. The tight t-shirt and short skirt weren't my style, but I liked to wear short dresses in the summer.

I went closer to the mirror and lifted my t-shirt up, uncovering my tits, for my nipples had hardened and were pushing against the pink fabric. Sure enough, my stiffened nubs atop my pert, small breasts, were evidence, if I needed it, that my libido was on the rise.

I had decided to go to the second appointment before I took the nap, so I had no reason to be annoyed about his visit. I was safer in my own home, so it made sense to make the most of what would probably be a brief visit. I could show him my hair but what about the other two parts of the homework. I pulled my t-shirt down, then lifted the hem of my skirt. I didn't buy a lot of flashy underwear. I had chosen a pair of plain white cotton panties.

I paused for a moment. If it was only going to be a quick visit, then I could give him a quick look down below. If I took the panties off, then I would have completed the third part of the homework as well. I reached under the skirt and tugged them down to my knees. I had just lifted my left foot when the doorbell rang.

"Fuck." I muttered. "He's early..."

I stepped out of the panties, balled them and threw them on my dressing table, then hurried out of the room. My bedroom door was just six feet from the front door. It was made of solid wood, but I had a spy hole. A quick check confirmed that it was the imposing figure of Doctor Cortney standing in the building's lobby. A deep thrill was building in my belly as I reached for the lock...

 

 

Chapter 5.2 ~ Being chastised.

 

I unlocked the door and opened it. "Hello, Doctor." I immediately noticed that he was carrying a holdall. It was a large bag to carry a single collar. I began to worry. "Please come in."

I stood back to let the powerfully built black Vet enter, then closed the door.

He didn't take his eyes off me as he passed. "I love your hairstyle, Kerry. It suits you."

"Oh, thank you. Um, do you want to hang your jacket up?" I gestured towards a line of pegs on the other side of the hall.

I wasn't sure if that was a sensible thing to do, for it dawned on me that I was encouraging him to stay. After placing the bag on the floor, he slipped his fawn jacket off and hung it up. He was wearing smart brown pants and a light blue shirt. As usual, his top two buttons were undone, while his sleeves were rolled up. He was a foot taller than my 5' 1", so towered over me.

He picked up the bag and gave me a smile. "Do you want to lead the way, Kerry?"

I was daydreaming. Worrying about the contents of the bag. Worrying about his motive for coming. I could handle a discussion on Puppy play, maybe even sex, but anything more extreme would be stepping over a red line that I planned to establish during our discussion.

"Oh, yes. This way." I set off down the hall heading for the lounge at the end.

I had to stay in control. It was my flat, so I wasn't expecting too much for Doctor Cortney to respect my wishes. Was I...?

I led the way into the lounge and gestured toward the sofa. "Please take a seat, Doctor ..."

He walked to the sofa, set the bag down on the floor, then turned. "Kerry, this is a very nice flat. Is it a two bedroom?"

He asked the question while studying the interior decorations. "Um, thank you. Yes, it is. The lounge isn't huge but there's a separate kitchen diner."

He nodded knowingly. "I looked around a flat on this development a couple of years ago, when I was moving, but I eventually decided to buy out of town. Do you mind showing me the rest of the flat?" he asked politely.

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Would you like a cup of coffee or tea? We can sit down and discuss the agreement that you sent to me."

"Have you signed it?"

"I have a few questions, doctor. The papers are on the table in the dining room."

"You said that you were coming to the surgery, so you must have signed the agreement."

"Well, yes. I have signed the agreement, but..."

"I would love a coffee, Kerry. I get lazy at the surgery when I'm on my own, so I'm thirsty. I take it black with one sugar."

"Okay," I turned and stepped into the hall. The kitchen was on the right at the end, but first, I opened the first door on the left and waited for him to join me in the doorway.

"I use this spare bedroom as my office." I didn't want him snooping around in there, so I only took one step inside. It was untidy but not messy.

He stopped in the doorway. "This is a decent sized room. I expect you spend most of your time in here?"

"Yes, when I'm not sleeping." I laughed nervously, then waited for him to retreat into the hall. "That's the bathroom," I said pointing across the hall. "The next door opens into the dining area and the kitchen door is at the end."

"Mmm, that's handy having a separate door for the dining room." He led the way down the hall and stopped outside the kitchen. The door was open, so when he entered, I followed him inside. "Very nice," he said casting his eye around the glossy white fitted kitchen.

"Yes, I fell in love with the kitchen units and decor."

"Can I check out the main bedroom while you make the coffee?"

The question caught me by surprise. "Um, okay. It won't take me a minute to fill the kettle."

He waited for me to head for the countertop, then crossed the hall and opened my bedroom door. I quickly filled the kettle, switched it on, then hurried after the nosy vet. I found him standing at the end of the king size bed.

"Kerry, it's bigger than I remembered. and you have an en-suite shower room..."

"Er, yes. It's a bit poky..." I had never met someone so interested in the rooms of my flat. I was somewhat disconcerted.

He started to wander around the tidy room. He glanced out of the wide window, then moved sideways to my dressing table and looked down. My eyes also focused on the brushes and make-up littering the surface, but it was the white panties that I had balled and discarded that caught his attention.

I caught my breath when he picked them up and unravelled them. "Have you just taken these off Kerry?" He asked in a firm tone as he studied the narrow gusset. He turned his hand to show me what he had spotted.

It was obvious that I had been wearing them because of the slight soiling. "Um, I forgot to put them in the basket, doctor." I held out my hand to take them, but he closed his hand on them.

"Kerry, I asked you a question. Have you just taken these off?"

"Er, yes. I wore them earlier..."

He held his free hand up to stop me. "I'm asking because it has a bearing on the three parts of your homework."

"Oh, yes. I, um, did what you asked."

"That's good, Kerry, but you didn't attend your appointment."

"No. I'm very sorry about that, Doctor. I must have been more tired than I thought."

"No matter. I suggest that I perform a quick examination while we're here in the bedroom. So, slip out of your clothes, Kerry, while I fetch your new collar."

"Um, shouldn't we have that cup of coffee first, doctor?"

"No, Kerry, I can wait until after we've finished. I know this is only your second session of roleplaying your Puppy persona, so it's understandable that you're nervous." He studied my face with its troubled expression. "Kerry, I'm committed to make the experience as enjoyable as possible, but you have to trust me."

I couldn't understand why I was more comfortable letting him examine me in his surgery than I was in my home. "You have an examination table, doctor, for that sort of thing."

"I know, Kerry, but your bed will do. Remove your clothes and get into position on the end of the bed. I think you'll find it more comfortable."

He was being firm but reasonable. He could have gone further during my visit on Tuesday so that was a mark in his favour. A thrill was building in my lower belly, a sure sign that my libido was on the rise.

"Okay, doctor. A quick examination, then?"

He nodded, then turned and didn't look back on his way to the lounge to fetch my new collar. I reasoned that the quicker I let him examine me, the better. I released the catch on the pleated skirt, then held the waistband while I stepped out of it. After kicking my shoes off, I sat on the end of the bed to remove my socks.

Finally, after whisking the tight t-shirt off, I crawled onto the end of the bed and adopted the all-fours position with my ass pointing away from the door. I was facing the mirror robes so that I could see myself and watch what the vet was doing. I was so anxious and excited, I was hot, wet and flustered...