[little pet]

I awake in the morning and the sun is shining through the windows. I sit up and see that Sir has already gotten up. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and I figure he must be preparing breakfast. My leash is still tied to the bed, so I'll have to stay until Sir comes to get me. I notice that the headband with my new ears has fallen off in the night, so I put it back on. It feels as if it belongs there already, just like my tail. Sir walks into the bedroom, clearly in a happy mood. "Good morning little pet, how was your night?" He asks me. I tell him I've slept like a baby and I feel well rested. "Good!" He says. "Are you ready for breakfast?" I nod my head, I'm very hungry!

This morning I got oatmeal with fresh fruit for breakfast. It's a bit difficult to eat from the bowl, but I'm learning. "Tasty?" Asks Sir. "Yes, very tasty Sir, thank you" I reply.
"I don't happen to know any pets that use letters or grammar to show their pleasure, do you?" He asks. I shake my head no. "What do puppies do when they're excited?" In response, I shake my ass to make my tail wag. "Very good dog!" Sir compliments me. "So, is your breakfast tasty pet?" I wag my tail again and he looks very satisfied.

After breakfast Sir takes me for my morning walk. He unties my leash from the kitchen table and leads me to the garden and out through the gates, to the path that leads inside the forest behind our house. Luckily there's grass everywhere we go, so that I don't hurt my knees, crawling behind Sir. He picks out a nice tree so I can pee. I'm relieved, though I'm still feeling very shy with Sir watching me. Especially out in the open.

After my walk, Sir tells me that he needs to meet a client and he'll be gone for a few hours. There's enough water in my bowl in the kitchen. I'm allowed to be off my leash during that time and I can do what I like, as long as I stay on my knees and use the tree if I need to relieve myself. To keep me from causing trouble, Sir shows me another purchase he's made in the sex shop yesterday; leather bondage mittens without fingers, so my whole hands are encased when I'm wearing them. Sir puts them on me, they're a snug fit. He puts a padlock through each of the buckles at my wrists, so I can't take them off. "Now you have perfect little paws" Sir smiles, as he pats my head and says he'll be back before lunch.

The front door closes and I'm alone now. I sit for a while, thinking about what to do while Sir is out. My iPad is useless, now that I can't use my fingers and so is the computer. Reading a book won't work either. I crawl into the garden, but today is cloudy and humid, so I quickly go back inside. I see the remote control on the coffee table and I decide that I'll watch tv while Sir is out. With some trouble I manage to switch on the television and even pick the right channel. I sit down on my blanket and relax. This is nice, after yesterday's exertions. Fortunately, there's a nice documentary on, and I spend two hours watching that.

When the commercial break comes up, I crawl into the kitchen to drink some water but I notice I'm hungry too, only there's nothing in my food bowl. Sir has said he'd be back for lunch, but that's still at least two hours away! With one paw I manage to open a cupboard and I see some leftover biscuits and chocolate from yesterday's dinner party. The very dark chocolate I really like! I didn't get any, because I was otherwise engaged of course. I try to take out the chocolate from the wrapper but with my hands useless, I drop it on the floor. Now there's chocolate crumbs everywhere. Damn! I'm not allowed to snack. I'd been a little out of shape lately and Sir has me maintaining a healthy eating regime. I'm only allowed to have what he feeds me. Now he's going to find out for certain that I've been in the cupboards. "What the hell" I think, "he's going to know anyways, might as well enjoy it". I eat some chocolate from the floor and put the rest back in the cupboard as neatly as I can.

After my snack I feel I need to pee again, so I head out to my tree, it's started raining by now and I shiver a little. I hurry back inside and lay back down on my soft blanket to watch some more tv.
After a little while, I hear the key in the lock. I hurry to the front door to greet my owner. He walks in with a big smile and pats my head. I'm feeling terrible now, guilty after my secret snack. I see Sir study my face, but he says nothing. He clips the leash to my collar and heads for the kitchen. "Let's have lunch shall we? And we can talk about our mornings". I nod and crawl after him. He ties my leash to the kitchen table again and starts to take out some bread. I see him eyeing the floor where I had spilled the chocolate, but still he says nothing. While preparing the sandwiches, he talks happily about a very successful meeting and says he's proud of me for being such a well behaved pet. I'm feeling miserable, and when Sir puts my sandwich in front of me I don't eat it.

"Something you want to tell me pet?" Sir asks and looks at me with a stern expression. "And yes, you can talk like a real person now". I tell him about the chocolate, that I was really hungry and that I felt I had deserved a treat after yesterday. But also that I am very sorry now and that I feel guilty for breaking this rule. Sir says nothing. He just stares at me and I feel myself shrink under his gaze. Then he unties my leash, and tells me to crawl in front of him to the garden. "But it's raining Sir," I stammer. He says nothing, instead he gives me a kick to my butt with his shoe, so I quickly crawl outside.

There is a dirt patch where the grass won't grow in the garden and he tells me to sit there on my knees. It's gone muddy now so I hesitate, but another kick to my backside convinces me to sit down anyway. "Hands behind your back!" Sir orders, and I quickly obey. I see him take out a pair of handcuffs and he claps them on my wrists. "Ass up, face down" he orders now and pushes my head towards the ground. Now my face is covered in dirt as well. I try to sit up a little, but he pushes me back down with a shoe on my back. "Stay there"! He orders and I do, shivering for real now. He ties my leash to a fence post that is close by and walks off, taking the headband with the pretty ears that I dropped while crawling there with him.
I feel tears rolling down my cheeks now, joining the raindrops on the muddy ground. I feel like such a fuck-up now. I know I shouldn't have gone behind Sir's back. I know I should have told him immediately but I didn't. He's clearly very angry with me and I can't blame him.

After I've been sitting there like that for what seems an eternity, I see my owner's feet approach. They stop in front of me. "Sit up" he says and I try. It's not easy in this position, but I manage. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him as he asks "did you have some time to think while you were here?"

I start to open my mouth to speak but he stops me. "I don't want to hear any of your excuses. It's clear you deserved a severe punishment do you agree?" I nod my head yes.
"Pets obey their owners and try to make them proud don't they? Pets wait patiently to be fed because they realise their owner knows what's best for them don't they?" I can only nod. "Do pets go behind their owners back to eat shit so their arse will get fat?" I shake my head no.
"That's right, that's what pigs do, don't they? With that, he grabs my tail and pulls the butt plug from my ass. He holds it up in front of me and tells me to open my mouth. He shoves the plug in until I gag and orders me to keep it there. "That's very fitting. You wanted to eat shit? There you go. And make sure you clean it well."
I've started crying again, but he's not done. "You don't deserve that pretty tail in your ass right now. Dirty piggies don't look nice, do they? They eat shit and wallow around in the mud just like you're doing now." I shake my head once more. It's all I can do.

"I've decided that you'll stay there and think about what you have done. When I think you're done I'll let you back inside, but I don't know when that will be yet. Time will tell." He says. He takes the butt plug from my mouth and walks back towards the patio doors. "Oh and if you need to piss or shit, I'm sure you can find a nice spot for yourself."

I see my owner walk back inside and I'm left here, outside. Even more humiliated than I thought I could be. I struggle with the handcuffs, but of course they won't budge. The leash is tightly secured to the fence so I'm not going anywhere. Even my fingers are useless with the mittens still on. My knees are getting tired from the position I've been in so I sit down and spread my legs in front of me. The mud feels horrible and squishy and I feel itchy all over. The drizzle doesn't let up and I get wetter and dirtier by the minute. Fortunately it's not very cold out today.
I can see my owner walk around inside and I long to be there at his feet. I want him to be proud of me, but now I've really messed that up. I feel I've totally deserved this punishment, but I'm also feeling a little sorry for myself. I'm wet, dirty an hungry. I must have been here for a few hours now. And I don't want to be a stupid fucking pig, I want to be my owner's cute little pet. Damn, why have I been so stupid?

Suddenly I see the back door open and Sir steps out. He's holding my bowl and a bottle of water. I'm glad that at least I'll get something to eat now, since I've missed lunch. To my surprise, he chucks the contents of the bowl on the muddy ground in front of me. "It's some leftover spaghetti from yesterday's dinner." He says. "Eat up, and you can be grateful you get to eat you anything at all". I struggle to bend down, with my hands cuffed behind my back. I try not to take mouthfuls of dirt as I eat the cold spaghetti off the ground. I gag at the taste but I eat it all up, not wanting to disappoint Sir again. "Tasty?" He asks me, just like this morning. I only dare to nod, but he is having none of it. "Do pigs nod their heads in reply?" I just look at my owner, knowing what he wants me to do. I don't want to, it's too degrading. But he's unrelenting. He asks again if it's tasty and I snort in reply, not wanting to look at him. "Good piggy" he says and he fills the empty bowl with water and orders me to drink. I do, and I'm glad to get rid of the dirt in my mouth.
Without another word, he walks off again.