Chapter 3

Having been led out of Mistress Thorn's shop into the street beyond, Elizabeth found that the reality of the experience was just as bad as the expectation she had of it for, as she followed her Master, Sam Berkindale, along almost everyone turned to stare at the sight of a young woman wearing some very abbreviated clothing topped by a leather dog collar around her neck and a lead that was being held by the man walking in front of her. Cringing mentally inside, Elizabeth was nevertheless well aware of her own state of sexual arousal that this public humiliation was causing her. Even so, Elizabeth was more than pleased that not one of these incredulous onlookers knew about the large rubber plug that was jammed up her arse, making her shit-hole burn and causing her to walk just a little unnaturally.

On and on they promenaded as Sam showed off his new possession. He had intended just to take Liz once around the block and then hail a taxi but now, since he found the look on her face so amusing, he'd decided to stroll the rest of the way to their destination.

As the pair continued on, Elizabeth became aware that a car was trailing them very slowly along the road. Peering over her shoulder to get a better view, she realised that it was a police panda with two young male constables in it who were looking at her closely and sizing up the situation. Even as she observed them, one muttered something into the microphone of his radio and then clearly listened to the reply. Thinking that she had better alert her Master to what was going on behind them, Elizabeth cleared her throat and tentatively ventured, "Master?"

Just as she did so, the car wailed its siren briefly and accelerated just ahead of Sam before stopping. The doors swiftly opened and the two policemen stepped out and looked Sam up and down. "Good evening, Sir. Care to tell us what's going on here?"

Sam halted and pulled sharply on the lead. "Sit!" he commanded.

'Surely he can't mean that he expects me to actually sit like a dog, does he?' thought Elizabeth aghast.

Jerking the lead again rather more sharply this time, Sam repeated the command, impatience edging into his tone.

Realising that she was supposed to obey, Liz squatted down on her haunches being very careful to keep her knees together but, even so, the already short skirt slide even higher up her thighs, much to the delight of at least one of the policemen who couldn't tear his eyes away from her exposed flesh.

"I'm simply taking my bitch for a walk, officer. There's no problem with that, is there?"

"There wouldn't appear to be... assuming that the young lady is doing this of her free will," went on the young constable who wasn't quite as distracted by Elizabeth's charms as his colleague.

A brief silence fell then Sam looked down to Liz still squatting at his heel, "Answer the officer, Liz," he instructed.

Elizabeth realised that this was her chance. She could escape this situation by the simple expedient of appealing for help to the officers of the law... yet this would mean that she would be barred from her newly found life with this man, a life that she had only just discovered, a life with a Master who could ignite passions within her that, until just a few days ago, she didn't know existed. Looking up at the more serious of the two policemen, Liz agreed that she was doing this because she wanted to, not because she was being made to.

"In that case, Sir," the officer replied, "we'll be on our way..."

"Just a minute, Jimmy," broke in his companion still looking at the squatting Liz. "She's... your bitch, you say?" he asked inquiringly of Sam

Sam nodded and agreed.

"Come on, Art, let's go..." urged his companion.

"Hold on, I'm interested in this," protested the other constable as Liz thought to herself that she could see that he was since he'd never taken his eyes off her since he had got out of the car... and if that wasn't clue enough, there was a compelling evidence in the form of a tent that had erected itself in the front of his trousers. "Does she bite?" he asked of Sam with a grin.

"No, she's quite well behaved," her Master replied.

His grin broadening, Art reached out a hand and patted Liz on the head a few times. "Good girl!" he complimented.

"Well I've seen enough," broke in Jimmy huffily. "I'll be waiting in the car."

"Suit yourself," Art replied still not taking his eyes off Liz as he continued, much to her embarrassment, to stroke her head. Then, fishing into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a half eaten digestive biscuit with several bites of fluff stuck to it. Holding the biscuit above Liz's head, he simply said, "Beg!"

As Elizabeth looked around her in horror at the small crowd that was gathering, she heard Sam chortling quietly in approval before he jerked her lead again to spur her on. Holding her arms before her in the classic 'begging dog ' posture, Liz tipped her head back and allowed her tongue to loll out of her mouth. Art taunted her by raising the biscuit a little higher and so Liz responded by 'bouncing' a little on her heels, much to the amusement of the crowd who were grinning and chattering excitedly at the spectacle. "Up!" instructed Art, once more jigging the biscuit about above her head. Judging her moment, Liz did her best to jump up from her hunched position and just managed to get a short distance up off the floor. Caught a little by surprise at the girl's athleticism, Art reacted too slowly and Liz managed to grab the damned biscuit in her mouth which she proceeded to quickly eat fluff and all, not because she was hungry or because she wanted to continue to play-act the part of a dog but simply to remove the object of her humiliation. It was only when she had swallowed the biscuit that she suddenly realised that, after she had landed, she'd forgotten to close her knees again and for the past few moments, Sam, Art and most of the crowd had been getting a damned good look at her pussy. Feeling her face turning a bright, beetroot red, she pulled her knees back into place and waited.

"Well, I'd best be going," Art ruefully said. "Just remember not to let her foul the pavements, Sir. There's a one hundred pound fine for that."

"I'll have to get myself a pooper-scooper then," joked Sam.

"That would be wise, Sir," smiled the copper, turning to leave.

"Oh, just before you go, officer, here's my phone number. If you're... interested you can give me a call sometime. I'm sure that Liz would be delighted to see you again sometime, wouldn't you, Liz?"

"Woof..." responded a dejected Liz ruefully as the crowd tittered and Art smiled.

"I see she can't wait," grinned the policeman as he headed back towards the still waiting patrol vehicle.

"Come on then, Liz, time we were on our way."

Needing no second bidding from her Master, Liz stood and trotted after him, eager to escape from the crowd's attention...

Arriving at the door to his ground floor flat near the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, Sam fished out a bunch of keys and let the two of them in. Closing the door behind them, he led Elizabeth into the lounge. "Care for a drink?" he asked conversationally unclipping the lead from her collar.

"Oh, yes please," she replied eagerly, "I am really quite thirsty. Something nice and cool and long - a Gordon's and tonic with some ice and a slice of lime sounds nice."

Sam smiled at her and nodded before vanishing into the kitchen and shutting the door behind him only to return after about five minutes with a bottle of beer in one hand and a bowl of water in the other which he set on the floor in the centre of the room.

"What..." spluttered Liz before the penny dropped and she got down onto her knees and elbows. Dipping her head into the bowl, she started to lap at the cool liquid well aware that her skirt had ridden up her bum and that Sam, who had settled himself into the most comfortable chair in the room, must be getting a very good view of her arse, complete with its plug - a view that would be further complimented by what he would be able to see of her little cunt lips that would be cheekily peeking out at him. It took Liz quiet some time to lap up all of the water using just her tongue and all the while Sam sat there observing her, quietly sipping his beer. Once she had finished, Liz sat up and curled her feet beneath her and waited.