Chapter 3

"Just a tad bit more," Isaac said.

Holly lowered the gallon bottle of milk over the bowl of Raisin Bran, letting a small white splash soak down under the brown flakes.

"Perfect, just like that. Now, onto Cheerios..."

It was an interesting scene taking place in Isaac's kitchen; it was like he and Holly were preparing a buffet. Isaac had originally started out simply trying to list things Holly could cook for breakfast and dinner, but with a sudden drive of perfectionism, Holly became incredibly needy for meticulously precise instructions on how everything had to be done. Isaac had told her he didn't really care how she cooked, but afraid of leaving her master unsatisfied, she wanted to closely examine every meal as to his personal preference. She needed something to strive for, something she could consider perfect in which to base her work on. They had already gone over toast, hash browns, breakfast sausages, pancakes, eggs (of all types), and bacon, and were now in the area of cereal. It would be annoying if it weren't so adorable.

Unfortunately, Isaac found his day off once again taken from him. He and Holly spent the entire day in the kitchen, either cooking food or scrubbing dishes so that they could make more food. He would have to remember to give Donna a big thank you for the large Tupperware set she gave him as a Christmas bonus the year before. He now had a week's worth of breakfast waiting for him in the fridge. But to think, they still had to do dinners...

Isaac collapsed on his couch with a deep sigh. He was used to working hard and for long hours, but this was ridiculous. The sun had set and he had been cooking for about ten hours. He was halfway through Holly's list of dinners she could possibly prepare for her beloved master. The only break he had taken today was driving to the grocery store to buy a small fortune worth of food. Ok, maybe having a slave wasn't all fun and games and bondage...

Looking over, he saw her standing nearby, clutching herself with an adorable blush of shame. "Master, I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you today. Every time I try to be a proper slave, I just end up make problems for you."

Aw shit, how the hell was he supposed to stay mad at a face like that?

"That's fine, a master's job is to take care of his slave, and that includes teaching her. You're still settling in, I'll wait as long as it takes."

Holly then kneeled down and rested her chin on his knee like a dog seeing her owner eating. "Do you want to punish me? I'll do anything to make up for today."

Smiling, Isaac rubbed her on the top of her pretty little head. "Nah, it's ok. Grab me the paper, I want to see the movie schedule. Let's go out tonight."

Holly grinned from ear to ear and rushed into the kitchen to find the morning paper.

'Well, maybe a little punishment is in order... ' Isaac thought to himself.

"Yes Mrs. Goldman, I KNOW your show is about to start."

"You don't understand! It's the season finale!"

"Yes, you've told me that already!"

"Well aren't you going to fix it?! I'm sitting in the dark!"

"Yes I'm going to fix it, but I can't do it here with my bare hands! I need to get down to the basement and check the circuit breaker!"

"Wait, don't leave!"

"Mrs. Goldman, I have to leave if you want me to fix your power!"

"But I-"

Donna forced the conversation into a hiatus by slamming the apartment door, letting her release a groan of annoyance out in the hall. Some times she REALLY hated her tenants.

'Please don't get me involved, please don't get me involved, please don't get me involved... ' Isaac thought desperately.

He and Holly had been crossing the corridor when Donna suddenly stepped out of the Goldman apartment. Seeing Donna for the first time, a peculiar gleam entered Holly's eyes.

"So where are you kids heading?" she asked, spotting the couple like a T-rex catching movement.

"Out to a movie. Do you need me to pick up anything while I'm gone?"

Offer to help in a way that will let him escape, a perfect plan.

"No, I'm ok. Goldman's apartment just lost power. It's probably just a blown fuse. I can take care of it. If worst comes to worst, I'll just let her watch her show on my TV. You two go on, enjoy yourselves."

"Speaking of which, Donna, this is Holly. Holly, this is Donna, my landlady."

Hearing her name spoken, Holly perked up out of what appeared to be some very deep daydreaming, even though she was focused entirely on Donna.

"So you're Isaac's girl on the side. As long as I've known him, he's been married to the job. I never imagined him to be the kind of guy who would have an affair," Donna joked, shaking Holly's hand.

"Oh, uh ... it's nice to meet you."

"So Isaac says that you're staying with him now? Kids these days just keep moving faster and faster."

"Well I just aged out of an orphanage and had nowhere to go. I was so lucky to meet Ma-Isaac, he offered me his home when I had nowhere to go," she said sweetly, momentarily stumbling in calling Isaac her master.

"Well you certainly found yourself a good man. Just make sure you take equally good care of him."

Holly's face lit up and she even bowed her head. "Yes, I will!"

"And Isaac, you take good care of her!"

"Don't worry, I will."

After walking away and leaving Donna's range of hearing, Isaac turned to Holly. She had a strange smile on her face and was even blushing. Wait, was her mouth watering?

"What's with you?"

"They're huge," she said dreamily.

"What are?"

"Her breasts, they're the biggest I've ever seen."

Isaac then realized that that was the look of pure perversion. "Uh ... ok..."

"There were two girls at my orphanage, twins. They had big breasts just like mine. They loved to rub them in my face but I loved it even more than they did. To be smothered by those soft, luscious gifts from God ... it was orgasmic."

"Wipe your chin, you're drooling."

Isaac and Holly were standing in line at the theater from their first date, counting the seconds until the movie would start. The theater was almost never packed like this, but it was the premier of a big summer blockbuster. Holly was clutching Isaac's arm tightly, holding onto him for support while her legs threatened to buckle under her. Her face was flushed and glossy with sweat.

"Master ... please..." she begged, speaking as softly as possible.

"Holly, I thought we agreed; all teaching requires some form of discipline. This isn't a reward for today, this is punishment," he whispered with a smug grin.

In his pocket he held a small pink remote with a dial. Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Isaac slowly pushed up the dial from 1 to 2. A shudder ran up Holly's spine, brought on by the small rotor in her pussy increasing in the power of its vibrations. He had seen the toy in Holly's suitcase when she was unpacking, realizing it was probably a memento or farewell gift from her sisters at the orphanage. The tiny vibrator was battery powered, with a wire leading to the battery case and receiver for the remote signal. The receiver was secured to Holly's leg by a rubber strap going around her thigh.

"But Master, there are people around."

"Exactly. They call this a shaming punishment. You're just going to have to hold it together until we get into the theater," he replied while cranking it up to 3.

Holly struggled to stay on her feet, feeling like a robot with all of its screws and bolts being shaken loose. She had thought it strange when Master told her to wear a skirt to the movies, but when he whipped out the rotor in the truck, she realized it was so that she wouldn't completely soak her pants from her unwanted arousal. But her panties were already damp, and if her biological lubrication started to run down her legs, people would surely notice.

Taking another two steps forward in the line, Isaac pushed up the rotor to the fourth level, causing Holly to begin shuddering like the plastic bean in her pussy. She was gasping for air and hanging onto him for dear life. They were next in line, just after this next family of two parents and their three kids. Oh please, hurry up! For the love of God, HURRY UP!

"Pull it together," Isaac whispered as the family moved off to the concession stand.

As he and Holly stepped forward to the ticket counter, he cranked up the rotor to 5. Holly struggled to stand up straight and close her mouth. Oh god, the cashier could totally tell what was happening! He had to! It was so obvious! Maintaining her composure felt all but impossible. The waves of pleasure rolling through her body, normally a welcomed blessing, were now a horrible burden.

Isaac ordered two tickets and Holly was filled with relief. Finally, they could go into the theater and have the cover of darkness and background noise. To her horror, Isaac pulled her over to the concession stand, all while bringing the rotor to level 6. Standing by the counter, Isaac purposefully took his time in making his decision. To Holly, every second that passed by felt like an hour.

"I think I'll have the milk duds. What about you, honey?" Isaac asked, speaking to the cashier and to Holly teasingly. Holly forced herself to swallow her tongue. She had to remain strong!

"Oh, uh, I don't want anything," she stammered.

"Add a bag of m&ms to it," Isaac told the cashier.

As Isaac paid for the candy with one hand, he used his other hand to push up the rotor intensity even higher, up to 7. Holly wanted to scream, the pleasure it was filling her with was literally on the verge of orgasmic! She wanted to touch herself so badly, she wanted to relieve the violent tingling between her legs. It was like her pussy was covered in bug bites and she wanted nothing more than to scratch them until she passed out!

Taking the milk duds and m&ms, Isaac led Holly to the theater entrance. Halfway there, he activated the eight level, making Holly yelp and fall to her knees. Many people turned to her and Isaac crouched down to help her up.

"Honey, are you ok?"

"Yeah ... I uh ... just tripped over my feet," she said as convincingly as possible.

Clinging to Isaac's arm with almost all her weight, she staggered with him into their theater. As she walked, her liquid arousal began to trickle down her legs. The sight that greeted her in that theater filled her with horror: it was a vast sea of people, almost every seat taken. Not only that, but the lights had not been turned off, so she couldn't hide in the darkness.

"Come on, there are some open seats over here," Isaac said, pulling her to the back row. Oh sweet relief, the row was empty!

Moving over a few empty seats, they finally settled down and Holly let out a small yelp in her struggle to contain her orgasm. The row was empty, but there was a woman sitting less than three feet in front of her! She wanted so badly to work her hand against her glistening slit, but if that woman looked back for any reason, she would be exposed! At last, Isaac brought the rotor up to its highest setting, nearly making Holly scream in pleasure and humiliation. Night after night, she and her sisters had played with this toy, but it never felt as strong then as it did now! The little pink peanut felt like a cellphone set to vibrate! It was rumbling in her with such intensity, it was like she could hear it through her whole body. Loud! It was so loud! How were the people around her not hearing this?! It sounded like a giant hornet was trying to take flight!

Finally, the lights turned off, but just as Holly was about to reach down and play with herself, Isaac reached across her and pinned her arms down.

"Master, please, I'm begging you! I can't take it any longer!"

"Not yet, your punishment isn't done."

"How much longer?"

Isaac turned to her and smiled in the darkness. "You'll know."

Holly knew what he meant. He wasn't going to turn off the rotor until she had an orgasm. But would she be able to contain herself? She had learned to stay quiet back at the orphanage, but that was only through muffling her voice with a pillow, a gag, or one of her sisters. She had two choices: either try and hold it in and fight the orgasm for almost two hours until they could get out of the theater, or risk getting caught, let it happen, and try to control herself. Aw hell, why was the first option even there?

As the movie began to play, she reached over and bit the collar of Isaac's shirt. 'Forgive me for doing this to your shirt, Master, but I need something!'

Chewing on the collar like she was having a bullet removed, Holly forced her body to relax and tried to let the orgasm occur. What had originally felt momentarily imminent since this torture began, now felt like it was miles away. She was so close to achieving her climax, but her body still didn't have enough stimulation for that threshold to be crossed. Oh if only she could use her hands! In desperation, Holly began rubbing her legs together and squirming in her seat, trying to create some grinding in her body. Her inner thighs were completely drenched, but she still couldn't get there!

Holly released Isaac's collar, knowing she had lost. She would have to beg with everything she had to be allowed to use her hands, or better yet, run to the bathroom. Just as tears of arousal and frustration began to trickle from her eyes, Isaac surprised her by leaning over and kissing her. With their lips, joined, Isaac used his free hand to reach into her skirt, pull down her panties, and began playing with her slit. With all the teasing it had received, the lips and interior were as tender as mashed potatoes, and his hand felt like it was being submerged in a hot bath.

Working two fingers inside his slave, Isaac listened to the tiny moans and whimpers that managed to escape from their locked lips. Using his thumb, he played with her clit like the joystick of a video game controller. Every flick, rub, and press made a deep shudder crawl up her spine. She was so cute; he would definitely punish her like this again. Five minutes into the movie, Holly finally came. A miniature waterfall of pussy juice flowed out between her legs, and only through again chewing on Isaac's collar was she able to keep her voice contained.

At last, Isaac removed his arm and turned off the rotor, letting Holly rest. Until now, Holly had been afraid of making mistakes simply because she couldn't bear upsetting or dissatisfying her master. But now she found a new reason: she never wanted to do this again. This was some truly brutal punishment. But of course, while 90% of her brain was essentially crying from the experience, there was that 10%, in the deepest and darkest pits of her sexual desire, that wanted to do it again the next night.

"I had no idea you were so shy, you always seemed so shameless."

"Of course I'm shy, I didn't know those people. They weren't my sisters and none of them were my master."

They were walking back to Isaac's truck, with Holly once again clutching his arm like a small child holding onto a teddy bear and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Well I'm sorry. It was mean of me to punish you like that. I know how hard you work and you don't deserve that."

"It's fine. I'm your slave, you can do whatever you want to me," she murmured, speaking so softly it was as if they were still waiting in line for tickets.

Reaching the truck, Isaac turned and faced her. "Look, let me make it up to you. I know the perfect way to burn off the calories from all that candy."

He then reached into his truck and pulled out her dog collar and leash. "How about we go for a walk?"

Holly's smile was brighter than any flashlight, feeling one of her lifelong dreams come true. She and Isaac were at a park just outside Portland, and while it was "supposed" to be closed at night, it had not stopped them from a stroll in the moonlight. Besides, with thick woods on either side of the paved pathway, they could always hide if they met anyone. Yet the park was dead silent. They had the forest all to themselves, but they were certainly not a normal couple enjoying the solitude and fresh air.

Holly was on all fours, completely naked, save for the work gloves and contractor kneepads Isaac had given her. Around her neck was her dog collar, and secured to it was her leash. Isaac was holding the end of the leash and carrying her clothes. Being that it was summer, the late-night air was in the high sixties and both master and slave were protected with bug spray. They were taking the shortest route through the park, as not even Holly could last too long with gloves and kneepads.

As she crawled beside Isaac, her slit glistened with fresh arousal. Crawling on her hands and knees, pretending to be a dog or house cat, had always been one of her favorite games. She often wished she could transform into an animal, but she always had to settle with childish pretending. She had never been able to take it to such extremes like this.

"Master, you spoil me," she said happily, momentarily breaking her dog impersonation to rub up against his leg and purr like a cat.

"You're too cute, I can't help it."

"Um ... Master ... I kind of have to..."

Isaac laughed. "Sure, ok."

Her leash in hand, he led her off the path to an empty spot on the forest floor. Turning around, he tried to not to snicker as his peripheral hearing picked up nature's call. Behind him, Holly felt no shame in this natural body function. She was just an animal, her master's pet, and this is what animals like her did when they had to relieve themselves. When the last drops hit the dry pine needles and leaves that littered the ground, she looked up to see Isaac handing her some paper towels.

"A lifetime of workplace injuries has taught me to always carry something to clean up bodily fluids," he said sheepishly, still with his back to her. Leaning forward, Holly gratefully accepted the towels and then kissed Isaac's hand.

After drying herself and burying the used paper towels, Holly returned to the path and she and Isaac continued their walk. It was such a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky. Holly was so happy to be alive. She loved everything about this stroll through the park. She loved the hold of the collar around her neck and the countless small tugs from the leash whenever she and her master drifted a little too far apart; they made her feel bound to him. She loved the liberation of not having to wear clothes and the refreshing sensation of the evening air against her naked skin; they made her feel free. She loved the clear starry sky and the fresh aroma of nature; they reminded her of the farm from her orphanage. She loved the solitude and quiet; it let her act like her true self with only her master around.

Isaac was enjoying the walk too. He loved the sight of the moonlight shining on her bare ass, he loved watching her shift from side to side seductively as she crawled, he loved the brief glimpses he got of her breasts bouncing pendulously, and he loved the smile of pure happiness on her face. Isaac's father has always taught him to respect women, due to him learning that lesson the hard way when he got tangled up with Isaac's mother. (Take note, men who don't respect women will only find the kind of women that no one can respect.) Yet there was something innately satisfying about having a woman on a leash.

"How are you feeling? Do you want to take a break?" Isaac asked as they approached park bench.

"It would be nice to rest for a minute or two..."

Reaching the bench, Isaac sat down, but instead of joining him there, Holly kneeled on the ground in front of him like a patient collie. Smiling, Isaac began rubbing her head and scratching her behind the ears like she was a real dog, making her smile shine even brighter.

"You really are a strange pet."

"You know, Master, whenever you treat me like a real pet, it makes me really happy."

Isaac watched as she took off his work gloves and slid her hand between her legs.

"It makes me REALLY happy," she murmured.

Chuckling, Isaac moved his foot forward and began rubbing the tip of his work boot against her slit, once again wet with sexual excitement. Holly began to give small whines of pleasure from the touch of the smooth dry leather against her pussy, still at her peak of sensitivity after the movie theater rotor punishment.

"I can see that. Now how about something to make me happy?"

Giggling, Holly began to nuzzle her face against the crotch of his jeans like a cat against a table corner. With just the slightest pressure, she could feel his cock becoming engorged with blood and hardening. Sensing its full erection, she slowly unfastened the button of his jeans and then pulled down the zipper. Pulling away the underwear beneath, she wrapped her fingers around his trembling erection and stood it up straight. It felt so hot in her hand, like a bratwurst right off the grill.