Comfortable Chaos

Chapter 28

Brandi
Good boy

So, it didn't take me long to decide that I was going back to The Patton Agency again. I called Kim and told her I was ready to try again. She set me up with another appointment. She said this one was probably going to be much easier for me. In my mind, I'm thinking, yeah, right but I trust Kim. She's like a mother figure to me. The mother that I never had but always wanted.

Since my last meltdown, Kim, Sasha and Candice thought it better that I have my next appointment in the same place - at the Luxe apartment. This time, Sasha would be there to make sure that I was comfortable and nothing bad happened. She already has the liquor ready when I get there. I take a few drinks while waiting for my client to arrive. Kim said his name was Franklin Nesbitt, an owner of three janitorial businesses. He and his wife own them together. By the time he arrives, I'm pretty tore up but happily so. I open the door and let him in.

"Wow. You're beautiful," Franklin said.

That almost bought tears to my eyes. No one - not even Andre - has told me I'm beautiful. Cute. Yes. Adorable. Sure. But beautiful...well, that's a whole other ball game. I'm in the big leagues now. And the way that he said it. There was something about the way he said it that made me feel special. Alive. Like a precious jewel on earth. It was great and it turned me on enough to want to do whatever it is he wanted me to do.

"Thank you," I said posing in my electric blue body dress with a scooped neck. It was long enough to cover me and short enough to show off my athletic legs.

"So what do you want to do?"

He holds his finger up and walks over to the round dining room table. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of leather strip. At first, I almost panic. I wonder what he wants to do with that leather. Did he want to whip me or tie me up? I glance at the door between me and Sasha, trying to let that give me some comfort so I don't have an anxiety attack. Franklin finally faces me with a wide smile on his face. He holds up the leather strip, exposing the buckle part on it.

"I want you to tie this leash around my neck and treat me like a dog."

Okay. I didn't see that coming.

"What?"

"Treat me like a dog. Talk to me, pat my head. Walk me around the room. Spank me with a rolled up newspaper if I raise my leg in the apartment. Treat me like I'm your pet."

"Are you joking?" Surely, no grown man wants to be treated like a dog. I wait for him to say "sike" but he didn't. He keeps looking at me with this expectant look on his face. Then, it dawns on me. He's for real.

I open my mouth. Then close it. Open it again and close it. What do you say to a person with a request like that?

"Okay," I said. Customer service.

He smiles even wider and hands me the leash. He stands perfectly still giving me the right a way to buckle the leash around his neck. Reluctantly, I fasten, taking extra care because I don't want to strangle him.

"Pull it tighter," he said.

I obey. Then, I ponder how I'm going to do this. I'll pretend I'm an actress playing a part. The part of a woman walking a dog man around the room. And action!

I pat his head. "Good boy."

He nuzzles his head against my hand. I use the leash to pull him down on the floor. He obliges, bending over and getting on all fours. He crawls around my legs, sniffing them, making little whimpering sounds. This is unbelievable. I lead him around the room. I pull him along when he falls behind. He continues to nuzzle my legs. After a while, I get tired of walking around and I sit down on the couch. I cross my legs, which leave my designer shoe foot up in the air. Franklin crawls over and licks the bottom of my shoe. Eww. I almost come out of character. I can't believe he did something so nasty. He eventually starts crawling away, as if he wants to go somewhere. I follow him. He crawls to the bathroom. What is he doing? He ends up leaning over and drinking out of the toilet. Okay. It's taking all I have not to throw up. This can't be real. Please don't let him want to have sex with me because I won't be able to do it now.

Luckily for me, doggy time ends and he doesn't ask for sex. Franklin gets dressed and places an envelope on the table. After he leaves, I slowly walk over to the table. I pick up the envelope, peeking inside and find several hundred dollar bills. My mouth drops open as I count $1,200. I've never had this much money in my hands before. I smile. Maybe I can do this after all.