The trip back home was full of promises for the Lady Olena. What else could bring mad fun into the life of a lonely old woman living alone than a human-dog that would keep her company and yet excel in several other tasks a canine dog could not?
She didn't remove the collar off Mike's neck as they departed Mary's house, she only gave him her scarf so he could wrap it around his neck to conceal the collar in public. The leash length remained clipped against his body beneath the cloth.
"Whatever happens, wherever you have to go, wherever we have to go, in any case at all, that collar never leaves your neck, Chihuahua, understood?"
"Yes Ma'am," Mike replied the old wrinkled mouth that spoke into his ears.
"Yes, my lady!"
"Yes, my lady."
"Good, I prefer that," Olena added.
The train ride back home seemed longer than it took going to Mary's. The excitement of a new breed of pet altered the lady's consciousness. She periodically glanced at Mike with nothing short of erotic satisfaction. The thoughts of having such a fresh blood, a young unmarried man with well-toned muscles and a generally cute body frame not just as some in-house partner to bring her pleasure, but also as a total slave to do her bidding and bring her pleasure whichever way she commanded it, totally kept her on the edge of her seat.
Mike, on the other hand, is praying in his mind, and wishing the train would never reach the destination. Serving Mary in the most lowly ways possible was bad already, but he could deal with it. She is young and has a beauty to die for. Whatever he suffered in Mary's hands, he made up for it with the fact that they were together, and he could show-off with her to his friends, making boasts of having a beautiful girlfriend.
But what advantages does an owner-dog relationship with a Grandma have to offer him? The wrinkled ageing body? Or the extra belly folds that incubates the most horrid shit anyone's digestive system could come up with?
His mind replayed the events that just took place that morning. He could still feel the taste of Olena's shit as he wasn't allowed to brush his mouth after eating his breakfast of bread and shit.
He bowed his head sorrowfully, lost in thoughts, and hoping that somehow, this was a dream.
The train got to their stop and they got off. The next 15 minutes walk to Olena's house gave off different feelings to both parties.
Olena's house sits in a quiet woody area, overlooking a lake. It's a very quiet neighbourhood, with long periods of silence interrupted by occasional car drive-by, or a jogger.
Olena pulled the scarf off Mike's neck as they turned and the corner and had her house in view. She made him pull out the entire length of the leash from beneath is shirt as they approached the house, so that the collar was now in full view of the public.
Upon stepping on her premises, she let go of the last piece of restraints and took a hold of the leash.
"Dog, behave like a dog now, my Chihuahua doesn't stand rubbing shoulders with me,"
Mike went on all fours instantly and walked after her as she pulled on his leash.
"I'd still walk you around the neighbourhood soon, I believe."
The Granny and the dog finally got into the house and shut the door behind them.
"My Chihuahua doesn't wear clothes."
Mike stripped every piece of clothing on him and furiously waited for the next 'My chihuahua doesn't do that,' statement.
She walked him to the back of the house where the Dog House is, a 3 Ft x 3 Ft structure made out of Cedar wood. It was was large enough for Olena's former dog, with space for the dog bowl inclusive, but now she probed visually if the house would still be sufficient for her new dog; Mike.
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Granny Mistress
Fantasy#5 - degradation (As of June 26, 2020) Lady Olena had previously met a young mistress, Mary, and her slave, Mike, in a bus. She took interest in their soft play on the bus. Mary took an interest in her also and invited her to their home where Olena...
