My rather stupid Puppy

“On Tuesday, I get my paycheck, and then I’m going to send you a message.”

So begins a relationship that changes his existence.

Within a week I already knew his name and surname, where he works and his mother’s name. After a month I signed into his bank account, and took possession of it (and changed his password so that I was the only one to have access).
A puppy wagging his tail, needing to be taught. A few hits with the newspaper on the nose, some caressing, kept on a tight leash.
And he gets trapped, entangled. Slowly his life begins to revolve around me, around my desires, around my mood. He yearns for me, he adores me, he worships me. Every word of mine burns inside him with an unexpected, almost frightening force.
An adoring puppy who dotes on me. And I play with him, I enjoy hurting him, I poke, I laugh at his frustration.
A few days before our first meeting I sent him my socks, worn in the gym and still wet. Intoxicated by my scent, stunned, he falls more and more on his knees, in adoring submission.
A step closer to my feet.
And then comes the long-awaited moment.

“I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve, I haven’t been so excited about something for a long time.”

He smiles when he sees me arrive.

“Are you really sure I can’t hug you?”
“Don’t touch me.”

We enter a park and sit at a bar table (reached by extreme difficulty, given my high heels).

“You’re beautiful”
“Yeah, you knew that”
“You’re even more beautiful in person”

He looks at me, embarrassed. I stare him in the eyes and enjoy every second of his discomfort.
We play, joke, I kick him in the balls under the table. He continues to wag his tail smiling, overwhelmed. After an hour we get up and move onto a bench (not at all secluded).

“I would carry you …”
“Don’t touch me.”

After sitting next to me for a couple of minutes, we both agree that being on my same level is absolutely inappropriate. He then sits on the ground, at my feet, where he will remain for the next 2-3 hours. We continue to chat, but now he looks at me from below, as that is what is right and natural.

“Say, Miss …”
“Yes?”
“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable if you had a footrest?”
“Mmm … I don’t know … I should think about it … Maybe if you asked me the right way …”
He pulls a bill out from his pocket.
“Actually, now that I think about it …”
And I put my feet on his lap, in the park, on a sunny Saturday afternoon of almost summer.
“Say, Miss …” and we keep playing. One bill at a time. I take off my shoes (“you have very hot feet”) and I let him admire the vision that appeared an inch from his face. I move my toes and he slowly gets lost. I allow him to massage them and allow him to sniff them (in a park, on a sunny Saturday afternoon of almost summer). He looks up and looks into my eyes, goes back to sinking his nose between my toes, sniffing every inch of that precious treasure that he has in his hands. And then one kiss and then another. There, sitting at my feet, with my smell in his nose, on his hands and on his face, he is at peace. He is increasingly fucked and is increasingly hypnotized. He sees nothing else, feels nothing else, only that warmth in his hands, that smell in his nostrils, my face printed on the retina and that indescribable feeling of being exactly where he should be.
It’s all so natural, so right.
He thanks me when I spit in his mouth, in that park, and he is stunned when in the middle of the sentence I surprise him with a hard slap in the face. That first slap will make him flinch every time I move my hand.
In between kicks, I enjoy giving him small rewards: another sniff, another kiss, another spit in the mouth.

“You are dripping”, I say looking at his stained jeans.
“I hadn’t noticed”

He is sitting there on the ground, moving to make me feel comfortable, hugging one of my feet.
“One thing I love is that you treat me like I’m your property”
“You are.”

The emotions are many and too strong to express them in words, he looks at me from below with dreamy eyes, while he cradles that foot as if it were the most precious thing in the world, as if he never wanted to let it go again.
“Five minutes and I’m going”
“Can I stay on my knees for these last 5 minutes?”
“Kneel, kiss them goodbye and put my shoes back on”
“Thanks, Miss”

And in the park, on a sunny Saturday afternoon of almost summer, he kneels in front of me for the first time, leaving all himself at my feet.

Hello, I’m a very happy schiavo of Mistress Scarlett’s, among many, her “Rather Stupid Pappy”, named that for, well, many reasons that don’t belong in this. I’ve been under consideration by Mistress Scarlett for about two and a half months now, and am fortunate enough to live in the same country as her. Now that the COVID-19 restrictions are beginning to lift, we were able to organize our first meet up.  

Miss told me where we would meet, and finally when the morning of the day we were supposed to meet came, I got on a train, and went to the city. She gave me the name of a cafe, of where she was having her driver take her to, but told me to explore the area, and see if I could find some quiet spots, that might offer us a little privacy, which of course made me excited….and nervous. 

When I found the cafe, it was very busy, hundreds of people walking all around it, the cafe was packed, so I was beginning to get nervous, because I was not sure what she had in mind, and in our texts, she toyed with me a bit about what might happen at the cafe. But I found a park nearby, with a nice pizzeria lounge in the center of it. The park had a few people, but not too many.

I messaged her, and told her about the park, and told her it was a bit of a walk from the cafe.

Miss Scarlett – Define “a bit”

Stupid Puppy – You’ll probably kill me by the time we walk here, but it does have a little outside restaurant, there’s not nearly as many people here, plus it has a park so we could walk off somewhere if you wanted. 

Miss Scarlett – I am in a car, I can be dropped off anywhere. 

We agreed to use the park with the pizzeria instead, that I would meet her at the entrance, and walk with her to the pizzeria. I came down to the entrance, and waited for my Mistress, texting her, becoming both excited, and nervous, to meet the woman who had taken control of my life, became the center of my universe, over the span of two and a half months.

Finally, I see her in the backseat, in the car, riding past me. She saw me and smiled, and I did too, I’m smiling as I’m writing this, remembering it. Her driver took her a little bit past the entrance, pulled over, opened the door for her, and out stepped my queen. I couldn’t stop smiling, and she had a beautiful smile on her face as well. My Mistress had on a beautiful dress shirt, tucked into a well fitted skirt, with expensive panty hose, and beautiful, open toed, red high heels. She walked up to me, smiling, and raised her hand to me, I gently grabbed, and bowed my head to kiss the top of her hand, out of respect for this amazing, superior, dominant, gorgeous woman in front of me. 

She has specific instructions for me, as to how I’m supposed to walk next to her. One step behind her, to the left. The step behind, to show that she is the dominant one out of the two of us of course, and to the left, well I don’t know you’d have to ask her. We enter the park and have to walk up a small hill, made out of gravel. She playfully tells me how stupid I am for suggesting that she come to this park, and how I’m going to pay for her having to walk up this hill, in her nice heels. I laughed and apologized of course, and we walk to the pizzeria. 

Now I had already planned to pull out the chair for her once we got to the table, because that’s what a slave should do for his Mistress. But she rushed ahead of me, to the table and picked a chair blocked off so that I couldn’t really go behind her, and then she looked at me, grinned, shook her head and said “Well the chair isn’t going to pull itself out…” I laughed, cause I knew she rushed ahead of me just to do that, but I nodded submissively, smiling at her and said “Yes Miss, my apologies, I’ll get that for you” and pulled it out politely, and asked if I may have a seat too, she allowed me. We had a good conversation, and she would occasionally stare at me, with her deep blue eyes, smiling, making me stumble on my words, feel self conscious, seeing through all of my words into my soul, paralyzing her prey. I would laugh out of nervousness, maybe make a joke, and she would tell me to pull my chair closer to her, so she could give me a little kick in my balls. She’s very good at keeping me in line. 

After she finished the drink, that of course, she had me pay for, she had me buy her a water, and told me to walk with her. We walked around, looking for a spot to sit, that had some privacy, but there were still people walking everywhere, and sitting on a lot of the benches spread throughout the park. Eventually, she decided that we would sit at one of the benches, even if it didn’t have a lot of privacy. I sat next to her, and half jokingly suggested I sit on the ground, because it just didn’t feel right to be sharing the same bench with a woman so superior to me. She told me to do it, to get on the ground, on the dirt. So I happily obliged her, and moved down, she scooted over towards me, and crossed her feet, dangling one in my face. 

Normally, I may be a bit embarrassed or worried who saw, but when I was with her, I didn’t mind at all. One look in her eyes, the smell of her perfume, a little tap from her heel, and the only thing that mattered in my whole world was this incredible woman. I sat there smiling the whole time, and we talked some. I kept making jokes, and requests. Because a woman of her caliber, should never have to suggest anything. She should have me begging her, to do the things she wants to do. I should debase myself for her entertainment, beg for the privilege of worshiping her, paying her, massaging her feet, of being kicked, slapped, spit on, abused, hurt.

I like to make her laugh, to see her lips curl into a smile, her pearly white teeth. So I playfully asked her if I may kiss her foot, and she smiled and said “Nahhhhhh”, then laughed. Now, it should be made clear, my Mistress can not be bought, all the money I have, is already hers, and she knows this. But playfully, I asked her, “Say Miss…”. “Tell me Puppy”, she said, with that beautiful smile on her face. “Do you think I could……pay for the privilege of kissing your shoe?”, and then I pulled 20 euro of the tribute I had brought her, and held it out to her. “Hmmmm” she considered my request after already stuffing the 20 in her wallet. “I guess” she said and shrugged, then smiled at me. I laughed and bent over and kissed her shoe. 

“Say Miss….”

“Tell me Puppy”

“I don’t think that someone like you should have to rest her feet on the ground, would you like to use me instead?”

“Yes puppy….” She told me this, and put her feet in my lap, which put me in heaven of course. Although, she was sure to dig her heel into my thigh, and leave it there, smiling at me.

I continued making requests, and paying her for the privilege of just being allowed to ask, sometimes she would deny me, even if I paid her up to 60 euro, just to toy with me. At one point, not having a lot of experience with being slapped, I asked her if I could be slapped. As I was asking, midway through my question, “Miss, do you think I could have the privilege of being sla…” WAM! She slapped the shit out of me! Right in the middle of the request! We laughed. Over the rest of our time together, I had given her a foot massage, kissed her feet, sniffed them, stretched her calves, she would grab my face and spit in my mouth, give me her chewed gum and let me chew it. 

However, everything comes to an end eventually, and our time was beginning to run out. She told me in about five minutes, we would be walking back to the entrance of the park. So, this whole time I had been sitting on the ground, but for the last five minutes, I didn’t care who saw, and people did see, I moved to my knees, and knelt for her until it was time to go, because I wanted to show that respect to this dominant woman that rules my life. Eventually, we got up, and I walked with her to the gate, kissed her hand goodbye, and watched her walk to her car, her driver opening the door for her, and then she was off.