Puppy's Day Out

Let the Punishment Fit

For what seemed like an eternity, neither of them moved. Puppy out of fear and shame, Master out of shock and disappointment. After a long moment, puppy realized the plug was still throbbing inside of him - his prostate spent, and the last dribbles of cum slowly dripping from his cage. With the saddest eyes, puppy reaches over and turned off the pulsing plug.

"Really?" Master sounded angry.

Puppy kept his head low, but worked himself up into a submissive position, waiting for whatever punishment was coming his way.

"Not only did you leave your bed, you got into Master's toys, AND came without permission. What were you thinking, puppy?" Master wasn't expecting an answer, but wanted puppy to know just how wrong he had been.

Puppy whined as his head sank lower. He knew he'd done wrong, but it had felt so good. Now, he wasn't sure it was worth what he had coming to him.

"You have 5 minutes to put this room back just the way it was. When I come back, nothing had better be out of place." Master turned and walked out of the room.

Puppy's brain sprung back into action. He knew he had pulled a lot of things off the shelves, but how did he make such a mess? He scrambled to put things away - after carefully cleaning them, of course. Toys back on shelves, floor cleaned, wiped himself up as well as he could. He could feel the seconds winding down. He could hear Master in the other room, putting his things away from work. Puppy had to hurry.

With the last of the toys put away, puppy took a quick look around the room - making sure nothing was out of place. With that, he sits back in a submissive pose waiting for Master. As he did, he noticed he had forgotten to take the clover clamps off his nipples.

Puppy could hear Master's boots coming down the hallway. In a flash, puppy unhinged the clovers from his nipples - the blood flooding back into them making his head swim from the pain and pleasure. Puppy quickly looped the clamps back in their spot, and returned to his position on the floor just as Master walked into the doorway of the dungeon.

Master took a moment to look around, making sure everything was where it belonged. As he stepped around the room, puppy didn't dare move. Puppy could feel Master's boots as they hit the floor with each step. What would he do? How bad would his punishment be?

Puppy could hear Master picking things up from the shelves, and pulling others down from hooks on the walls. Puppy definitely didn't like the sound of that. Only Master's punishment tools were on the walls like that.

"Puppy, over on the cross, now." Master commanded.

Without looking at Master, puppy crawled quickly over to the Saint Andrew's Cross bolted to the wall. He knew the position he was expected to be in, so he stood up and spread his arms and legs to match the form of the cross - waiting for Master.

Master grabs his gloves from the wall, and pulls the tight leather over his big hands. Puppy can hear the leather stretch as they slide into place. Master steps behind puppy, and then pulls a blindfold over puppy's eyes. Puppy whines as he feels Master knotting rope around his wrists and arms - securing him to the cross. Master repeats the binding on puppy's legs and ankles.

"Can you move?" Master asks.

Puppy struggles with all of his limbs at once, and none of them move more than a fraction of an inch. Puppy shakes his head.

"Too tight?" Master asks.

Puppy shakes his head again.

"Good." Master turns back to his tools.