[little pet]

When I woke up the next morning, it was raining. Thunder was crashing in the distance, though it was still pleasantly warm. When I moved, I felt my whole body was stiff and sore. I had been allowed to sleep in the bed, because of my ordeal the night before. Sir had given me a thorough massage and a nice glass of wine afterwards, but it had been a hell of a night. It had been painful, humiliating, and very difficult to be in that position all night. Being ignored like an everyday mundane object on top of that. No one had paid any attention to my suffering. The guests had all been having a nice time by the light of the chandelier, though I'm sure my owner did keep an eye on me during the meal.

Sir was already up and about. I wanted to get up, but I forgot that my feet were shackled to the bed with a length of chain. No choice but to stay put. I didn't really mind, though I did have to pee. I let out a soft bark to attract my owners attention. He walked up to me with wet hair and a smile on his face. In his hands he held a tray with a cup of steaming hot coffee and a freshly baked croissant from the bakery. I suddenly realised how hungry I was. He set it down on the bed next to me. "Good morning pet," he smiled. "Did you sleep well?" I nodded. I slept like a baby. "What was it that you wanted to ask me?" He said. "I have to pee Sir," I told him. "And I'm sore all over."

Sir got up and took out a bucket from the cupboard and undid the shackles around my ankles. "I've decided to let you spend the day in bed. You can do with some recuperating after the last few days. So, no walks for you today, you can pee in the bucket." I looked at him surprised... a whole day in bed? In my owners bed even! That sounded nice...

When I had done my business, Sir told me to lay on my belly and he massaged my poor muscles again. Hmm this felt good! "So, strict bed rest for you today young lady," Sir said sternly. I felt a tingling sensation starting low in my belly. I loved it when he spoke to me like that. "You'll be my little patient for the day, but I do have to make sure you stay out of trouble and really get your rest."
With that, he reached into a cupboard and got out a white old fashioned straight jacket. My eyes went wide! I had never seen it before, this was quite a surprise! I had always been curious about how it would feel to be locked in one of these and now it looked like I was about to find out.

He told me to sit up on the bed and hold my arms out in front of me. He slid them into the sleeves. Then, he buckled the jacket closed in the back, tightly. When he was done with that, he threaded the straps on the end of the sleeves through a loop in the front, and bucked them together in the back. Then he went over all the buckles and pulled them even tighter. I was now in a very secure but comfortable hug with myself. When that was done, I had to sit up on my knees because there was still the crotch strap that had to be fastened. With a big smile, he pulled it up hard between my legs. I let out a yelp. "Can't have my patient escaping her treatment" he grinned broadly.

Sir propped the pillows up against the wall and told me to lean back. He sat next to me on the bed, and started feeding me bites of the croissant and small sips of coffee. I sighed contentedly... this was nice.
Sir told me that, on his trip to the bakery earlier, he had been soaked through his clothes because of the rain. "Do you remember little fox that was caught stealing two days ago?" Sir asked. I nodded. "He's still in the cage by the podium. Jim told me that his owner decided that it would be an appropriate punishment for him, to be left out in the rain. Just some bread and water to eat and reflect on his actions. Who knows how long he'll have to stay there..." I couldn't help feeling sorry for him, even though he had been bad.

When breakfast was over, Sir told me that I would be getting an hour of "treatment" time, before having to do a nap again. I was very curious about what he meant by that. He went back to the cupboard again, took out a spreader bar with cuffs on both ends and locked my ankles into them. Then he fastened the bar to the chain that was still around the foot of the bed. I was going nowhere now. He took out my vibrator and strung it from the roof of the caravan on a string, so that it hung just above my pussy. Then he got an inflatable butt plug and carefully slid it into my ass. When he gave it a few pumps I groaned in pleasure. He gave it even more pumps and now I was feeling very stuffed. I loved that feeling.

"I'm going to have to do some shopping, but I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself while I'm gone," Sir smiled, as he got up from the bed. "Oh, one last thing, can't disturb the other guests of course..."
He picked up some socks and a roll of medical tape. "Don't worry, I only wore them for a day, now open up" Sir smirked, and held them up in front of my face. I clamped my mouth shut, but Sir wasn't deterred by that. He pinched my nose shut, so I had to open my mouth to breathe eventually and stuffed the socks in until my cheeks bulged. Quickly, he secured them by wrapping the tape tightly around my head. Then he unfastened the strap between my legs.
"Now be a good pet and enjoy your treatment. I'll be back in an hour." With that, he switched on the vibrator and went out, shutting the door behind him.

I just lay there, perplexed for the first few minutes. Then I remembered the vibrator. It was humming away, just 2 centimetres from my pussy. I lifted my pelvis up and felt the pleasant vibrations on my clit. I tried to push into it a little more, but the vibrator swung away from me. Of course, it was just hanging from a string, no resistance there. I moved up to it carefully now and enjoyed the vibrations. A pleasant tingle was starting to make itself present. After a while, my still sore legs tired and I had to lower my ass down onto the bed again. After a few minutes, I tried again, pushing carefully into the vibrator, so as not to let it swing away. It was a pleasant feeling, but it wasn't enough to reach an orgasm. By now I was starting to realise that this was going to be a very, very long hour. By the time Sir returned, I was sweating and panting. Cursing behind my gag in frustration at not being able to reach orgasm. Sir looked at me with a satisfied expression on his face; "It looks like the treatment is working just fine." I tried to protest, but the gag muffled all my words. This amused Sir even more. "What did you say? You think it works well too? That's great to hear. Such a good little patient I have here." He clicked the remote control and the vibrations stopped. I growled and let my behind sink down to the bed again. Sir got a wet cloth and wiped the sweat from my face. He removed the gag so I could sip some much welcomed water from a cup. Then he told me it was time for a nap. A nap!? I didn't want a nap. I was sure I wouldn't be able to sleep now that I was all wet and horny.

"This will help you relax," Sir said while he took out two ear plugs and carefully put them in my ears. Then he picked up the socks again. I started to shake my head, but I really knew there was no point in resisting. I just opened my mouth, and let my owner stuff them back in again. Then he took out a white canvas hood. It had no holes for the eyes or mouth, just two small air holes under the nose. He pulled me into a sitting position and put the hood over my head and laced it snugly in the back. I was now completely closed off from the outside world. No light or sound reached me. I couldn't speak... I was alone with myself. I felt Sir lower me down onto the bed again. Just as I started to relax, I felt the butt plug being inflated with a few more pumps. I moaned. It was nice, but I was starting to feel really full now.

Then there was nothing. Nothing to hear, nothing to see, just me... horny wet me... tightly wrapped up, nowhere to go. I didn't think it was possible, but I drifted of to sleep eventually. I must have been more tired that I thought.

I really had no idea how long I'd been there when I woke up again. I felt something itchy on my leg. I tried to yank it away, but I couldn't, it was still secured to the spreader bar. Again, the tickling sensation... it was running up my leg now. I tried to pull my leg away again, I am horribly ticklish. The back of my knees were next and I started to laughter involuntarily. Now my feet were being attacked. "Hmmm!" Was all that came out of my mouth. The bottom of my feet are really sensitive and I was almost hysterical now. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the tickling stopped. For a few seconds at least...

Suddenly, the I felt the tickling on my labia, between them, on my clit. This felt nice. I remembered again how horny I was. I tried to push against the hand, or the thing that was tickling me there. I was longing for an orgasm now. The waves of pleasure started again and I wanted more! Again though, the stimulation wasn't enough. I groaned in frustration and started grinding my hips, hoping to get more of the pleasurable tickling. Suddenly, I felt a hard slap on my cunt. Ouch! Then the tickling started again. I moaned in pleasure and frustration and every time I tried to get more, my cunt received a hard slap. By the time it finally stopped, I hardly knew where I was anymore. I was out of my mind with horniness and frustration. I was breathing hard, which was getting quite difficult inside the hood. I felt Sir put me upright again and removed the hood. I was blinded by the light that suddenly hit my eyes. I blinked and looked at Sir. I saw him smile with his trademark grin.

"You have no idea how cute you look. Your face is all red and your hair is a mess. Oh and the angry frustrated looks you're giving me are quite cute as well. Yes, this certainly is effective."
I tried to spit out the socks, now that the hood was off. Luckily, Sir helped me and pulled them out. "Blah gross," I said when they were gone. A stern look from Sir shut me up quickly.

The butt plug was deflated and removed and I was granted a toilet break on the bucket. I drank a whole bottle of water, I had become very thirsty. Once I was on the bed again, Sir fed me a bowl of oatmeal with fruit. Milk kept dripping down my chin, and he carefully wiped it off with a napkin. "Now you're ready for the afternoon session," he said once I was finished.

He positioned me on my knees on the bed and pushed my face down into the pillow. He tied a rope through a loop in the back of my straight jacket and tied it to a hook in the ceiling. Another "pet proofing measure" as Sir called it. Now I couldn't do anything else than kneel there, face down with my ass in the air.
Suddenly, I was startled by a knock on the van door. Sir didn't seem surprised though. "Ah that'll be the nurse." He exclaimed.