Caged - A pet-girl's story

After School Session

Gipsy was wearing the same outfit she had worn that morning, but the leather belt she was wearing was new. It had silver studs all over and a couple of iron rings similar to the one in Alex's collar. She had probably been working on it to pass the time while the other girl was at school.

The blonde geared Alex up with slow almost ceremonious movements as she had done that morning but, instead of preparing her for school, the pet was stripping her Master naked before dressing her up in a set of improvised leather bra and panties. Then, she put home-made leather shackles and a collar on her Alex's young body. This time, there was a chain joining the shackles in her wrists and ankles that would allow her to use her extremities within certain limits if she wanted. The room was chilly, but the excitement didn't allow Alex to shiver, even as she was being undressed. Instead, she felt only curiosity for what would happen next.

All the time Gipsy was making her ready, Alex felt the adrenaline pumping into her system and that feeling of thrill in the pit of her stomach she knew well from the times her parents had taken her and her cousins to the amusement park, where they had all rode several roller coasters.

Alex was too young to think of dating and had never been interested in boys. All they thought about were making their pets fight and having the strongest pet. They would never have anything in common with her. However, she wondered if that feeling of vertigo in her stomach was the "butterflies" every stupid giggly girl walked about nonstop when telling her friends about the boy she liked.

Gipsy passed a chain through the ring in Alex's collar and started to pull from it, forcing the girl, who had been waiting in the sitting position, to all fours. While that happened, Alex searched her own soul for the answer to that question. After a moment of pacing around the room walking like a kid pretending to be a dog, the girl decided that it probably wasn't anything remotely related to love, and still, it was as thrilling and addictive as the vertigo she felt in free fall, after the roller coaster had taken her to the highest place in all the ride.

That answer surprised Alex, who didn't expect to find herself enjoying torture, but she wasn't going to get killed. Not really. And if she wanted it all to stop, there was surely a way to explain the truth to her parents despite Gipsy's self-lacerations. After all, she was their daughter, wasn't she? They'd have to believe her and not the rather sadistic pet aunt Carla had had the fortune or misfortune to choose for her.

Either way, the brunette decided to wait and see. Her mother always said that there's always time to say "no" later and, so, she just tried to empty her mind of all analytic thinking and just focus on the "here and now".

Inquisitive brown eyes met gray ones, but it took another three rounds of walking around the den before Gipsy talked to her. "Now you're gonna learn how to act like a pet... in the original, ancient meaning of the word, when cats and dogs were trained to perform tricks for their Masters," the blonde explained.

Alex's knees hurt a lot as she stomped with them on the wooden floor and her wrists were sore from her hands being perpendicular to her arms for so long, but she didn't complain. She kept her head and chin high like a proud lion, even if doing so made her neck stiff and sore. She could do it. It was only for three months and it would prove the world that she wasn't just a stupid weakling who didn't play with pets, that she was stronger than any of the boys and girls that had mocked her for years.