As I wrapped his hands in duct tape I tell him that if he wants to act like an animal, I'll happily treat him like one.
"You want to make me happy don't you?"
"Puppies make me happy"
I wrap the tape around his new paws a few times, I love the sound of duct tape stretching laid over the whimpers of a grown man. I slip my leather belt around his neck as a make shift collar & leash.
Everyone knows that training a puppy takes patience and mommy isn't feeling very patient today.
"You want to go outside?" I ask in a high, excited voice. "You wanna go pee-pee outside?" He whimpers in agreement as I lead him to the bathroom. I position him in the bath tub on all fours and scoot him to the back, making room for myself to stand.
"Okay, we're outside now, I show you what I want you to do" I explain as I pull my panties to the side and relieve myself in front of his face. He's panting as I step out of the tub. I'm training him to clean me up when I make a mess so I extend my leg and lead his face to my inner thighs. "Lick it up". His tongue tries to wander further up, I smack him and with a stern "Bad dog" he learns an important boundary. Like I said, Mommy doesn't have patience for nonsense today.
I'm coaxing him, asking him to be a good boy and pee for me. He seems to be nervous so I wait, telling him to relax and lift his leg like a filthy dog. Finally it starts, a steady stream of urine passing his duct taped paws into the drain. When he's done, I lean down and whisper in his ear, "Does it look like we're outside?". He goes silent and still, trying to determine the appropriate response. I ask him again, "Does it look we're fucking outside? Did you just piss in my house, you little shit?". The whimpering resumes at a higher, faster pace. I slip the belt off his neck, double it over itself and hold it in my right hand as I grab the back of his head with the left, shoving his disobedient face into his own piss. "Bad dog! BAD dog!".
I begin beating his ass with my thick leather belt as he whimpers in pain. I left some lovely marks on his ass, a reminder of his training for the days to come.
Lovely, little sadist living in Toronto, Ontario. This is my journal, where my brain gets to play.