Losing control

Disobeying

Demi POV :

I was on my way home from work.

I couldn't wait to see Selena. Ever since the news of the madman wandering our streets, I've been feeling sick. Maybe because Wilmer had asked me to come that same evening... and if I'd accepted? Maybe I wouldn't be here to talk about it. I was anxious day and night at the thought of meeting this sick man's path.

Fortunately, I could relax at home and let Selena take care of me.

I should get the windows and front door changed though. Since I've been here I don't think they're safe enough, but I've never really taken any steps to change them.

"Sorry I'm late," I said, wiping my shoes on the doormat.

Selena arrived at full speed on all fours, collar and leash in her mouth. I know one who couldn't wait for me to arrive. She hopped up and grabbed my leg.

"You want to go for a walk, don't you?" I said, stroking her hair.

She grunted in agreement.

"You let me eat a bit and then I'll look after you, okay?

She crawled over to the table where dinner was already prepared. I was lucky to have her. She served me and then got down on the floor under my chair.

"Aren't you going to eat? She nodded and laid her head on my thigh.

"You'd like to eat off the floor like a real little dog, wouldn't you?

She barked shyly and I took a bowl to serve her portion of rice. I placed the bowl on the floor, close to my chair so that I could see her in action. "Wait, I'll tie your hair," I said as I pulled it into a ponytail. She kissed my hand and then began to enjoy her meal. She was doing her best not to get it all over her, but it was more than complicated.

"Go and wash your face and join me in the car," I said before fetching my whip.

She joined me in a simple bathrobe and I started the car.

For several months now, we'd found a spot away from everything in the forest. That's where most of our walks took place. I switch off the car engine and check that there's no-one but us.

"You can get out now," I said as I opened her door. She took off her bathrobe and got out. I put her leash and she automatically got on all fours . It had rained the day before and the ground was still muddy. She didn't seem to mind.

Luckily I had towels in the car for the way back.

She was having trouble keeping up with me, and her knees were sinking into the soil.

"We're going for a short walk tonight... I'm tired and I don't want to stay out too long. We don't know who we might meet" She pulled sharply on her leash to show her displeasure and bit my leg. I didn't know what was the matter with her. She was far too into her dog role. I grabbed my whip at full speed and struck her rump three times.

"What's wrong with you? Who do you think you are? I thought I taught you better than this".

Selena continued to be dissipated during the walk. She tried to go in other directions, pulled on the rope or took a very long time to follow me. Once she'd done her business, she was angry again because I'd refused to tie her up to the tree like I usually did. "I said no, you're forgetting there's a madman around" she laughed and decided to stop walking again.

No matter how hard I pulled on the leash, she hardly moved.

I had to set her straight.

"I put my knee on the back of her neck and forced her to touch her head to the ground. I tapped her legs with my foot to ask her to unfold her legs. After several taps, she understood my request and complied. She was lying flat on her stomach against the damp ground. It was all she deserved for behaving like an insolent dog.

"Don't you ever bite me or question my commands again, do you understand?

I pressed my foot against her head to keep her glued to the ground.

She let a timid yes escape from her lips, along with some sounds of pain.

"Yes who?" "Mistress" "Good, get back on all fours and don't dawdle. We've got to get you cleaned up quickly".

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Back at the house, Selena took a long shower , calling me from time to time to help her scrub her body.

"I was a bad girl tonight", she said as she got out of the shower all clean and naked.

"A bad dog" I replied.

"I could be punished..." she said, coming towards me slowly.

"Do you think it's up to you?

"No ... of course not ... but I had an idea ... "

"I'm listening," I said, still annoyed by her insolence. If she was going to be punished, I had to be the one to choose where, when and how.

She opened her bedside table and held out a knife to me. It looked as if it had already been used, but I hadn't seen it before. And I had no idea she kept it in her bedside table. I didn't understand immediately.

"You want me to play with it on your body, don't you?" I said, a little confused. It wasn't that I didn't find the idea exciting, but I was honestly terrified of hurting her unintentionally or cutting her too deep or in the wrong place.

"Yes... it's been on my mind for a while".

"Hmm... I don't know, I'm afraid I don't know how to do it and that I'll hurt you".

"I trust you completely. I'm sure you'll love it," she said, her eyes full of lust.

Wait. Who was in charge? She could easily get what she wanted from me, even in terms of punishment. But hey... at the end of the day it's always her who is licking my shoes and me trampling all over her. So I could give in to her whims from time to time...

Come on.... You can do it Demi, it's almost the same as with the Waternberg wheel except this time it's with a knife and instead of stitching it can cut....