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 Title: The Kennel


Summary: Siblings find their parents' 'cage'.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "I just can't give myself to someone like that."

   Honestly, after she said that.  I didn't know what to say.

   ********

   Sara and I are taking care of our parents dogs.

   Why??

   Well, we waited until after Christmas to find internships for the
summer, and that was a BIG mistake.  Not the end of the world though, these
aren't ordinary dogs.  Fifteen of them.

   These are 'world famous' show dogs, so we get paid really well when we
do help.  And they need help most of the time, we just don't really like
doing it that much.

   Since I can remember, my sister and I have been helping with these dogs.
It is second nature to us, and I have this fear that thirty years from now
I will still be in this house full of bitches (human and animal), showing
fucking dogs.  World Famous Dogs!  WTF??

   Anyways, Sara is with me, helping.  It is a two person job when our
parents are gone.  She hit the same brick wall as me.  She's sitting here
in her tight fitting jeans and a man's shirt, hair pulled back, glasses,
spilling her guts right now.  This torrent of emotion coming from a girl
who used to run barrel races perfectly.  I never knew anyone stronger, or
more invincible.  What happened?

   Her hair is pulled up and back, the way it always was when she was
growing up, her mans shirt tucked in at the waist.  Glasses, cause she's
too lazy to put her contacts in, no make up.  And right now, Miserable.

   Is this going to be my summer?  Her blathering on about nothing.  When
did she become so vulnerable, alone, sad.  Pathetic.

   So.......I'm sitting here nodding my head.

   *********** It all goes something like this:

   "I need to be better about giving him what he wants from me."

   Me, "Why would you NEED to do that.  Sara I don't think he......"

   "Jason this is all so complicated as it is.  It really is!  I have spent
my whole life being alone, needing nobody.  I need to be more connected,
let go."

   Me, "But it doesn't sound like HE is there, emotionally for you.  So why
should you be there emotionally for him.  You don't just give to give."

   Did I just say all that??  I sounded like Oprah.

   She harrumphed.  "I...I love him, so it becomes exponentially harder,
you know."

   What the fuck did that mean?  I nod my head.

   "And when I'm scared." She's holding her hand out flat now, waiting for
the words....  "And I can't......" Head in hand dramatically.

   "Does he love you?"

   "Of course!!  I was talking with Jessica, she made me realize that my
being scared, is really in fact anger.  That I am angry.  That I shouldn't
be angry, she says......"

   "I don't think....."

   "The FACT IS Fact is, I'm scared and vulnerable, and he becomes distant
because I don't give enough.  That's why!  And the fact is that I am so
alone, and won't surrender to him FULLY, well that makes me - angry.  So
I'm angry," and the tears begin to flow.

   FUCK!  "Listen.  Listen.  LISTEN!" I take her hands and look at her.

   "What if it's this Sara!" I paused for effect.  "What if he's an
ASSHOLE. What if he's distant cause he's an ASSHOLE.  And you are angry
because he's an ASSHOLE."

   Silence.  Now I see Anger in her eyes, for the first time.  Hah!

   And I continue, "It's not fair that YOU should have to be like this. 
Take control of your own life, have fun.  Let go, but without the creep. 
Just stop it."

   Wiping the tears now, "How can he be so fucking powerful?  You're right,
I shouldn't be this way, Jason I'm so sad.  I start my days in tears.  It
hurts so much."

   I nod my head.

   And then she continues, "If what you are telling me is true.  I don't
know.  Because, because it's always going to be this way.  Relationships
aren't supposed to be so difficult.  Don't you understand, I deserve to be
happy.  I deserve normal.  I shouldn't have to MAKE myself be someone's
sexual partner...  I should feel it, want it, to touch, love.  I need that
connection.  Just even for just one second.  I just so want....."

   "You need to empty yourself of all these NEEDS Sara, you just have to
let go."

   And then she lept from her chair.  "Don't you understand!  That's what I
can't do.  I AM empty, completely empty - inside - and I'm broken.  It's
....  It's what I feel every fucking day.  Nothing.  Nothing feels real. 
And every time I think I'm free, I've finally gotten past all this, felt
SOMETHING.  every time, I find myself back HERE.  Back to.....In the same
place, feeling the same way.  This is permanently inside my body, like a
mark, this hand in my stomach ready to tear me to pieces."

   "What?  What is IT??"

   She looked away for a long time.

   "Every time I.....  fuck, I want for it to feel, just to feel - to
disappear I guess - I don't know.  But...but, fucking just feels like I'm
pushing back the emptiness.  Not like being filled at all, not passion,
just NOT empty.  And, It feels so good in that moment.....but then it's
gone again, that's why I get so attached.  And as soon as he cums," she
closed her eyes, through tears said, "that emptiness, is just so much
worse, after, so.....it's becoming impossible for me Jason."

   I looked away.  Felt embarrassed, in those moments you hear more than
you would like.

   Tears again.

   "It's getting so, I just can't give myself to someone like that."

   *************

   About half the house is devoted to the dogs, separated by a wall that is
accessed by a vestibule to control the smell and the sounds.  A few of the
dogs can come in the house, but most can't.  The ones that are breeders
can't.  They have all their hormones and body parts, nothing snipped or
clipped, so their animal natures are so much more than the normal house
pet. A piece of wild in them.

   Sara likes the dogs, she likes leaning into the cages and touching their
noses and looking into their eyes.

   She says they have secrets we can never know.  Time with the dogs has
been helping her.  I mention she should go riding some.  She was such a
good horse racer until a fall injured her hip, but she could still ride for
fun.

   We have two kennels in the kitchen, and right now there is one standard
poodle that can be in the house.  Not good enough to be a breeder, but such
a sweet little thing.  She stays in one of the kennels at night, before we
go to bed.

   After a few weeks, Sara finally breaks up with asshole and that is a
good thing.  I decided to buy some nice wine for the evenings, thinking it
might help relax her and shift her off those interminable conversations.  I
am good at cheering her up too, and the combination of wine and asshole
being gone and the dogs is helping.

   Thankfully, I am beginning to think the summer won't be ruined.

   *******************

   Sara is leaning against the table, sipping her wine and telling this
story to me:

   "I was riding the bus, and it was so crowed; the road was uneven and the
bus weaving back and forth, back and forth.  I just stood still in the
middle of the bus, sardines in a can, and I let go.  Just let all the
people around me hold me up.  I let my body press tight against this one
guy, the movement of the bus letting me rub against him.  I just let it
happen.  Gave in." She clapped her hands together, "That's my secret."

   She had said she had a secret earlier in the day.

   She was smiling.  I noticed something about Sara that I never had
before. I remember she tended to have boys in her life, quite a few
actually, and that right now she did not.  I gathered from casual
conversation that she was sexually active, but I was beginning to realize
just how active.  In the absence of ....  she was becoming like this little
bitch in heat, and for whatever reason the various outlets were not
producing anyone.

   Her last breakup was bad, and her friends were trying, but this one
thing she had said stuck in my mind:

   'I just can't give myself to someone like that'

   I think she was, underneath everything, acting on that fear.

   The result though were these increasingly sexual stories, innuendo, and
just sex talk in general coming from her, between us during the day.  It
didn't help that we were basically facilitating fucking amongst our harem
of bitches over the past several weeks.

   Watching them fuck while she's saying things like, "Bet she likes that."
or, "He's got a nice cock on him." and "That's it.  Fuck her Leave her."
Her sexual talk was not overt, it was like the story she just had told me.
I wasn't seeing anyone, and personally I think it is harder for a guy to
meet a girl than a girl to meet a guy.  Guys are like 'yeah sure' and girls
are like 'I don't think so.' But I was cool with it.

   This summer was hot too, humid; not that it mattered.  But Sara's jeans
were giving way to shorts and skirts, and her shirts were giving way to
lighter blouses, T shirts.

   So.....it was the first time I really noticed her figure, her breasts,
the color of her skin, her cheeks.  Her hair was still up, still the
glasses, still no makeup.  Some days she wore her jeans but then half tops
with a bra where you can see the straps.  I remembered wondering what she
looked like with her hair down, I hadn't seen her that way for years. 
Probably didn't hurt that I wasn't getting any, the way I was looking at
her now wondering, When did she let her hair down?' In her room?

   Thinking, Did she sleep that way?  I was picturing it all fallen in
tresses down her back, spread out on the mattress of her bed.

   She was asking me something, and I blinked my eyes, sipped a little more
wine and looked at her.

   "Jason!  YOU been with any girls lately?"

   I smiled, looked at my glass.  "Ha!" I said.  "I haven't seen pussy for
so long, if I saw one I think I'd throw rocks at it."

   "Jason!!"

   She blushed and looked away.  "Oh my God!  I can't believe you just said
that!"

   I liked it, I surprised her.  It just came out, it was in my head and
made me laugh.  Stuck in my memory.

   I laughed too, "Well, S'true."

   Then silence a while, the dog ran into the kitchen, it was getting late.


   Sara cooing, "Princess!  Oh Princess," as the dog pressed her head in
Sara's hand and then ran right into the kennel.  She knew the drill.

   I leaned back and watched Sara as she walked over to the kennel, bent
herself down and closed the door.  Princess laying nice on her little
blanket, water in the corner.

   My attention drifted over to the other kennel, and I looked at it.  I
took a second look.  The chrome bars were shiny, a little further apart
than the one for Princess.  In the middle of the door at the front was
another door about a foot square, set in the upper half of the main door.
And there were circles in the bars on either side with cuffs, leather
cuffs. I looked through the bars and saw some leather cuffs at the back of
the cage, larger cuffs.  I sat forward and stared at the empty kennel.

   "Where'd dad get that kennel?"

   Sara looked back at me, "I think he said ebay."

   She was looking now, at where I was staring.

   "You notice anything different about it?"

   "No."

   "Look.  There's a door in that big door there, at the front.  That's
kind of weird, don't you think."

   "Smaller dog maybe."

   I got up and pulled it away from the wall.  "Small dog that gets in it
from up here?" I opened the smaller door.  "Sara.  This.....this is a
bondage cage."

   "A what?"

   "A cage for....the kind you buy from....an adult store.  Here.....look.
See these cuffs," I pushed my hand into the hole.  "You get in and put your
hand in there, like this." I extended my arm through.  "You tighten these
cuffs here, see!  On the wrist."

   Sara's eyes got wide.  "It's not!" She was standing behind me. 
"Anyways. No one would fit in there.  It's too small."

   She was looking at the door, opening it.  I continued, "I'm pretty
sure." I went back sat in my chair and leaned back watching her, "Go ahead.
Try it." Smiling now at my challenge.

   Sara looked at me, then the kennel.  I watched her blush a little.  I
watched her lean down, get on all fours and sort of turn herself around and
back into the cage.  She stopped, "See, I don't fit."

   "You're not doing it right.  You have to let your feet extend through
the bars at the back.  Yeah, like that."

   She continued to back up slipping her feet between the bars.  I felt my
heart beat a little faster as I watched her backing up until her butt hit
the back bars, and the top of her head touched the top of the cage.

   I got up, swung the door closed on her.

   Looking at Sara on all fours with her narrow waist and her half top
hanging down from her belly, her tight jeans.  God she had a nice waist. 
Her hair was still up, but damn.

   She was looking up at me and I continued, "Now.  Here, put your hands
through these holes.  Go on." She did it, and I tightened the cuffs around
her wrists.

   "See." She looked at herself, looked around from inside the cage.  I
could see her blushing.  I watched the tips of her ears go red.  My heart
was beating a million miles a second, my hands trembled.  She looked like
nothing I had ever seen before, my little Sara in this cage, her hands
tied. I sipped some of my wine, and backed up and just stared at her,
walked around the bars, looking down at her from all sides.  Her feet
sticking out from behind.

   She was sort of taking it in too, looking at herself, moving her hands,
until "Ok.  Funs over.  Let me out."

   But, I didn't answer, not right away.  Instead I just squatted down at
the door in front of her, and rather than open the main door, I opened the
little door which was right at her face.  It was obvious what this door was
for.  I opened it and looked at her through the opening, she smiled.  I
could see nervousness in her eyes though.  She said, "Hi."

   "Sara.  I've wondered what you look like with your hair down."

   "What?" She pulled a little at her arms, her hands nicely cuffed.

   I reached my hands in to her through the little door as I said, "Here.
Just.....Just let me," her eyes wide watching as I began to pull the clips
and pins from her hair, letting it releaase around her shoulders.

   She was turning her head a little, sort of trying to move away but not
really too far to move, so she stopped, submitting herself to me and let me
do it.  I watched her hair fall, the way it framed her face.  It was long,
really long, hanging down around her shoulders, down around her arms.  Her
brown hair nearly touched the bottom of the cage.

   "You should wear your hair down more," I heard myself say.

   I felt an erection rising in my pants, and I stayed squatting in front
of her.  I could feel it extending down my leg, "And, those glasses."

   I reached in again and took them off.  "I can't see," was all she said.

   "You really look nice."

   "Jason, let me out of this."

   I got up, walked around her one more time.

   "Jason.  This is not funny.  Jason!"

   The image of her body in that cage, the chrome bars framing her. 
Standing above her, over her; her on her knees, her long hair.  The
narrowness of her waist, the way her jeans pulled at her ass exposing her
bare back.  My ears burned, I loved the way her cheeks flushed.  I loved
looking at her mottled cheeks.  My little Sara.

   I padded around to the front of the cage again and finally undid the
collars, she slipped her hands out, feeling her wrists.

   I paused, still mesmerized.

   "Jason, the door!" I noticed the door had a screen over the lock
mechanism.  Even though there was no lock the door could not be opened from
inside.

   "Sorry.  I thought you could....."

   I unlatched the door and she crawled out, was standing again.  Her hair
now down around her shoulders.  I gave her her glasses.

   I watched her breathing, a light pant.  Her lips were full.  She looked
away, all shy just then.

   "Just kidding around," I said.  In that moment she seemed so aroused.

   I watched her looking back at the kennel, then kick the door closed, and
then shoving it against the wall with her foot.

   "Yeah, well......."

   ********************

   Well, that kennel stared at us day and night, taunting us as we sat
there after that.  I could not look at it without thinking of Sara on her
knees inside, and I know that she was thinking the same thing.

   For days afterwards she went on how she could not imagine how anyone
could be into that kind of thing, how weird it all was, how sick.  And
then, how ridiculous.  I didn't say anything, but just the mention of it
resulted in a flush, and wave of pleasure for me.  In truth, I thought I
sensed a bit of excess 'disgust' in Sara, sort of like smokers who have
recently quit - how ANTI-smoking they become.  Meaning: How much they
really want that next cigarette.T But I just nodded my head.

   I honestly don't think I had ever experienced such an erotic moment as
that evening, now several weeks ago.  I was ashamed to realize that Sara
had also become the object of my evening masturbation sessions, it was
true. Too true.

   Try as I might to focus my thoughts away from that kennel, from her;
when the moment came, that delicious release, there she was with that
little door opening to her mouth, and my little Sara looking at me with her
red full lips and hair down around her face.

   And, God Oh God, so good......cumming on my bed, followed by this wave
of guilt.

   ****************

   "I was downtown today and there were these kids wearing blue T shirts
with clipboards.  Anyways, I'm just sitting having some coffee and one of
the blue kids goes up to this guy and says 'Do you have a moment for the
environment?' The guy is like, 'What??' And the blue kid says, 'Do you have
a moment for the environment?' The guy is really agitated now, says, 'What
the fuck you talking about?' Blue kid is nervous now, 'Uh, We're working to
reduce mercury emissions?' To which the guys says, anger in his voice,
'What the fuck do I care about Mercury; Son, this is Earth we're on,' and
walks away."

   I'm laughing now, "Sooooo stupid."

   Sara is laughing, "People are stupid."

   Tonight was a fun evening, we had some food in the oven and not
unnoticed by me, Sara had been wearing her hair down once in awhile. 
Tonight it was down.  God she looked good.

   Still laughing, Sara says, I was at the station and this guy is talking
to, probably his girlfriend saying, 'The shit won't go away!  I put that
cream on my dick like they said, it's still there!' She's like, 'Did you
put it on more than once?' He's like, 'You have to put it on more than
once? They never said that.' She says, 'Honey everyone knows you have to
put cream on more than once no matter where you put it.'" Tears were
streaming down her face as she recalled this, she's clutching her glass of
wine, laughing.  "So stupid."

   We were just in that kind of mood.

   "Or, how about things that like make no sense at all.  No matter how
often you think about it, you can never figure out what they meant.  I love
to listen to cell phone conversations, people on the street thinking they
are like totally alone.  One time, this guy says 'Seriously, you are being
ridiculous.  You need to calm the fuck down.  You still have two more stops
and what are your expectations with that outfit?' So like what the fuck
does that mean?"

   "I have no idea.  Maybe she's a hooker.  I was talking to Jessica the
other day, she's breaking up with HER boyfriend now.  Believe it or not,
your story reminded me of....."

   "Why?"

   "She broke up with him.....  cause of a blow job."

   "What?"

   "True!  I guess she gave him like this really really good blow job and
after he says it was one of the five best blow jobs he'd ever had.  She
asks - obviously - the five best of the ones I've given you, or the five
best EVER.  And this guy, the guy is like stammering, and she threw him
out. Broke up with him right there."

   "Too unbelievable."

   "So stupid."

   "Him or her.  Like what would she expect, that this guy never had
nothing happen before." I went and poured another, checked the oven. 
"Almost ready."

   "No, I.  Both I guess."

   There was a pause, Sara looking at me, playing with the rim of her wine
glass.  "Jason?"

   "Yeah."

   "Can I ask you something......"

   I looked up at Sara from the counter not really thinking anything at
all. Her whole demeanor had changed.  She was pulling a bit of hair out of
her eyes.  "Jason, I keep.....I..." She breathed in deep.  "I'll just, say
it.  Jason.  Can I get in that kennel again?"

   I let my head drop.  "But....."

   "Just for a little minute.  Just.  It's stupid.  I'm stupid.  The
feeling, it was .....different and......" She finished her glass.  "I'm
forgetting what it felt like."

   I walked over, my heart in my throat, saying not another word.  This was
too unbelievable.  I wanted things to stand where they were just at that
moment, wanted time to freeze, as I pulled the kennel from the wall.  Not
even saying 'yes ok,' not wanting what she had just said to possibly change
from anything I might say.  I felt like I was stepping out of time.

   She sat there silent, watching me.

   I opened the door and stood back as she knelt down, turning herself,
backing in, practiced now.  Her feet passing through the bars at the back
of the cage.  I closed the door.  Heard the click of the latch.  I was
looking at her again in that cage.

   "You want your hands in the cuffs again?"

   She was nodding, not looking at me, "Hmmm, Hmmmm.  Yeah."

   She lay her small hands through the holes of the cage and I tightened
the cuffs.  When she looked up, her head touched the top of the bars, I was
looking down at her again.  My whole body trembling.

   This time she was in a skirt that was mid-thigh, so that on her knees I
could see it rising up in back, rising up high.  I was standing, taking her
all in from the front, and I'm thinking 'If I got low enough I would be
able to peek up her skirt.' Followed by, 'Crazy.  I can't do that.' All
these voices.  My mind swimming.  The fabric of her skirt was pressed
against the bars at the back, the leather thigh harnesses hanging down
touching her bare legs.

   I walked around her again.  I asked, "What do you like about this?"

   "I don't know.....It's a part of me......that never gets let out."

   I kneeled down in front of her, and she says "Take my glasses off
again."

   So, I opened the door and reached in, she closed her eyes and I slipped
her glasses off, brushing my hands in her hair and positioning the soft
strands how I wanted them against her face, just out of her eyes.  For me,
just for me and no one else.

   She was holding her hands in these little balls, looking in my eyes and
says, "Is there anything else about me you think I should change."

   Sort of an invitation I thought, and I looked up and down her body.  She
was wearing a light blouse that circled her throat, that didn't tuck in at
the waist and a skirt that came mid thigh - and like I said, was exposing
her panties at the back if I could get low enough.  I could not stop
thinking about that.

   "There's nothing about you I would change."

   "Be honest.  Anything?"

   I reached my hands in through the little door and caressed her hair some
more, then her cheek.  I touched her throat and she lifted her chin.  She
was letting me.  Yielding.  I was brushing my hands over her shoulders, she
was lifting each shoulder to my touch, just letting me touch her.  It was
so soft, so gentle.

   "Anything at all?" she repeated.

   "You.....You're perfect.  You are.  But....your top, you could be a
little more revealing, I guess," as I stroked the fabric collar around her
throat.  "You have nice.....breasts."

   I watched her eyes widen.  Even I couldn't believe I had said that.  And
I quickly added, "You could wear just a little lipstick once in a while,
but nothing on your eyes.  You have such pretty eyes," and I looked into
them.

   God, I was hard again and my head was swimming.  My hands felt numb. 
Just then the oven dinged.

   I stood, and she looked up at me.  I said, "Dinners ready." I leaned
back down to unhitch her cuffs and she shook her head no.

   "Feed me."

   **************

   I lay in bed that night with the image of her opening her mouth, and me
feeding her.

   Potatoes drizzled in butter and dill, spoon feeding her, feeling her
lips close around the end.  Carrots in a little cream, chicken and
rosemary. Over and over again.  If something got on her chin I wiped it
with my fingers.  She ate her whole meal from me, hands in those cuffs.  I
even tipped the wine glass back for her and watched her lips get wet,
drinking the wine, leaving some stains of red down her chin.  Cutting her
meat, feeding her with my fingers, feeling her teeth.  Pushing her hair
back away from her mouth, the feel of her lips, lifting the long strands
over her shoulder and down her back.

   Mmmmmmm.  I closed my eyes.

   God oh fucking God.  And I thought about that skirt, how the hem was
just even with her.....pussy.  I thought about that.  How her ass pressed
against those back bars.  Right there, and I thought about what I had done.

   When we finished, and it seemed time to let her out, I said, "Sara, can
I ask something.  One thing."

   "What?"

   "I want to, just, see your....feet.  I never get to see them."

   She looked at me, incredulous.

   "It's me being stupid now.  Can I take your shoes off?  I'll rub your
feet.  That's it."

   She looked back and perhaps, I really don't know, a light went on
somewhere in her.  She just said, "Yeah, for just a little minute."

   I moved over, sat myself down between her shoes, and willing myself,
refused to look up.  I was still convincing myself that I just wanted to
see her feet, that there was no ulterior motive.  We used to run barefoot
everywhere and now, I just wanted to see.  That is what I told myself.

   I untied her sneakers, white with a thin sole, and slid them off each
foot.  Then grasping her cotton socks, slipping them off each foot, warm
and damp.  The kind that is low, that stops right at the ankle.  She had
each one neatly folded to make little cuffs around the top of her shoes.

   And then, unable to restrain, unable to resist.  Yielding.  Wild with
guilt and nerves, I looked higher.  Just a little.  Not all the way.

   Just up along her bare calves extending between the bars, how they bent
and then following a little further up her thighs.  Up and Back down again,
this glimpse of her ass pressed against the bars.  Her knees were pretty
wide, the bars forcing her legs apart, and the skirt was even with her
puss. I looked again, higher.  Feeling my body melt, my willpower vanish.
Staring between her legs.  It was just how I had imagined it would be.

   I could see her white cotton panties, bunching up between her legs, the
fabric narrowing off her ass, the curve of her pussy just visible between
her legs.White cotton panties, what I would expect Sara would be wearing.

   I took one foot in my hand and pressed my thumb into its pad, and heard
Sara let out a soft moan.  I was also staring steadily up her thighs now as
I rubbed and saw her squeezing her thighs together as I pressed. 
Responding to my touch.  I could see that muscle that runs up the inner
thigh tighten, how her ass would lift just the tiniest bit as her back
arched causing the skirt to catch against the bars.  I pressed again, she
responding the same way.

   Her skirt lifted about two inches, no more, and I could see the mound of
her pussy perfectly in that moment, each time her ass raised and her back
arched, that little undulation of her body.  I could see the discoloration
in the cotton, she was wet!  Her cum.  A wet line extending down between
her legs and out of sight.  A stain.  Her arousal almost made me cum on the
spot.

   I continued to rub her feet, softly pressing my fingers and thumb into
the pad of her foot.  Holding each toe.  Caressing her, lovingly, the feel
of her skin, touching her ankles and just to her calves.

   Over and over I thought of these things, as I closed my eyes and turned
myself onto my back.  It was burned into my memory.  Inside my pitch black
room I could still see her, everything.  Every moment.  I could still see
her there, feed her, touch her, watch her move inside that kennel.

   My little Sara.

   ***************

   When I woke the next day, we met in the kitchen, and we made no mention
of the night before.  In my more clear headed state, I realized she had to
have known what I did.  My ruse.  She had to have known.

   But, she let me.  It was ok.  I did nothing wrong.  My rationalization.
I met her eyes following me to the fridge, I looked at her and she smiled.

   "Morning."

   ***************

   That afternoon the phone.

   It was ASSHOLE.  She took the phone up to her room and closed the door.
She was gone for two hours, and after, she ran down the stairs and out of
the house.

   Was she going to see him?

   We agreed, that was a bad idea.  Why didn't she talk to me about it
first.  I was angry.  I was something else too, but would not admit it.  I
would not even think the word.  We had a lot to do today and she being up
in her room for two hours and then leaving the house really pissed me off.

   I was ready to read her the riot act, but when I saw her, when she
finally came home.  The wreck that she was.  Everything I felt, everything
I thought, everything I planned on saying melted away.

   "You want to talk?" was all that came out.

   She threw herself down on the sofa.

   " I told him I felt useless to the world.......  He was like not even
there just watching me.  Like just a body.  He was asking things so matter
of fact, he asked me why I felt that way.  I said I thought that I was
being open with him, sharing my life my feelings.  My......"

   "You broke up with him." I looked at her, "Didn't you?"

   She paused.  And in that moment I realized what an idiot I'd been.

   She answered, "Sort of.  Jason.  I've seen him a couple of times."

   I felt blood go to my eyes.  This pressure in my head.  This feeling. 
So stupid.  She was lying to me.

   She continued, "I told him that, while I am a basically honest
person......"

   Fucking liar.

   ".....that he is a closed book, that he is not there for me.  I'm just
on this emotional roller coaster, I'm lost without him.  I said that he
didn't seem to care whether I lived or died.  Something like that, probably
a little too dramatic.  But ....  when I'm upset it just all comes out.  "

   Blah blah blah.  I didn't want to listen.  I wanted to walk away.

   "And then I waited.  I waited and waited for what he would say.  He said
I was good at making observations and that I was right most of the time.  I
said that's it?  That's fucking it.  I spill my heart out to you.  I said,
Do you have a heart!!"

   My head is screaming he's an ASSHOLE.  I just remained silent.  I'm
thinking 'The dogs need to be fed.....'

   "I told him I was leaving unless there was anything I could do for
him...." She paused, this little look on her face, at me, and then the
floor.  "He said uh, 'no,' and I left, came here.  He asked me for my cell
phone number cause I changed the number so he couldn't call me anymore and
he said he would call me later tonight."

   I looked at her, "Did you sleep with him?"

   She looked away.

   "You fucking slept with him!"

   "I've been driving around for like three hours waiting for him to call
me.  He never called.  I called his house like three times and no answer. I
fucking hate this!"

   I just said, "We have to feed the dogs," and got up just left her
sitting there.

   Sara showed up about fifteen minutes later with a pail and was walking
up and down the aisle across from me, looking at me the whole time, keeping
pace with me.

   I said nothing, ignoring her.

   She says, "Your mad."

   I say, "No."

   She says, "I think you are."

   "No.  Really, just surprised."

   I was seething, amazed at myself for my ability to hide my feelings.  I
was beginning to sympathize with ASSHOLE.

   God, fucking damn, I wanted her in that cage right now.

   ******************

   So I waited.

   I found some tequila and made some nice cold margarita's.  She continued
to blather on about ASSHOLE and I remained honest, even tempered, but
honest.  Said what I thought.  All stuff said before.  My honesty did not
anger her now, it was her lies.

   She was tipsy again, she says to me, "YOU want me to get in the kennel
again."

   I turn to the fridge.

   She continues, "Don't you?"

   My heart is beating, harder than I ever remember.  "No I don't." I
thought I would pass out.  I turn again and look at her, feeling - I don't
know exactly.  Singular, not even words.

   She was in a skirt again, a shorter skirt, half top with a V at her
neck. I breathed, "But, If you wanted."

   She was looking at it again, "I would never do this with anyone."

   "You do with me."

   "You know what I mean." She was thinking, set down her glass.  I watched
her get up, she was tipsy.  "We can never tell anyone about this.  K?"

   And she was moving herself to the cage, pulling it out into the kitchen,
opening it, looking inside and at me.  "I just can't explain how it
is.....for me."

   I added, "Sara if you get in this time.  You're my pet."

   She laughed, backing herself into the door.  She just says, "Woooof."

   **************

   I latched the door and harnessed her wrists.  Her hair was already down,
no glasses.

   "You aren't wearing your glasses today." She just shook her head as I
tightened the leathe on her wrists.  She could see my hands trembling.

   She giggled a little, "I'm your pet, hey Jason!" And she wagged her tail
this time, brushing her ass against the bars, waving the leather cuffs at
the back of the cage against her thighs, and as she did that my eyes went
to her ass and saw the cuffs there.  She was following my eyes, looking
back and held herself there.

   I moved to the back of the cage and her skirt was literally at the
center of her ass, raised up so high nothing left to the imagination.  Her
panties were pink, a shiny thin fabric, and much much smaller, exposing her
tight little ass cheeks to me.  She knew.

   I was looking at her, she following me with her eyes being watched,
pressing herself against the bars.

   We said nothing as I took the leather cuffs and wrapped them around her
bare thighs and cinched them tight.  "Ow," her voice trembled.  I stood
again looking down at her, out of sight; eyeing the back of her head, her
shoulders, her narrow waist, legs open, extending from the cage, barefoot.
Sara didn't move.

   "What are you going to do, with your pet?"

   I opened the little door at the front.  "Look at you.  Leave you here.
Feed you......" I got on my knees and slid to the side of the little cage,
just sat.  She was held back against the back bars now, all four of her
limbs bound.

   "What if I....." reaching my hand through the bars from the side and ran
just my fingertips along her back, up and down the length of her. 
Brushing, scratching, touching her soft skin, touching her at the small of
her back, touching her bare skin, letting my hand slip up under her top
began rubbing her shoulders.  No bra.

   "What if I pet my little pet."

   She squirmed a little but there was no movement possible for her.  She
could arch her back, or turn her head.

   "Hungry?" I said as my hand held to her right at her waist, as I pressed
my thumb into the curve of her hip, and then turning my hand tracing the
line of her skirt down onto her tummy, and rubbing her tummy, drawing
circles there.

   I loved the feel of her as she sucked her belly in as I touched her
there, and the way it pouted out from her body when she let it.  The way
her little tummy narrowed into her hips.  I rubbed her between her hips,
rubbed her with the flat of my hand, touching her navel with my thumb.  God
my cock was hard now.  It was pinching in my pants, and I wanted to take it
out.  Would I dare?

   "Hungry?" I said again.

   "A little." She mewed.  "What else.....do you want to do?"

   I was throbbing, rapidly losing any sense of time or place.  I trailed
my hand higher on her, never losing contact, reaching further into the bars
until I was tracing her rib cage up her side to the center of her chest. 
Lay my hand right between her breasts.  Her top hung down at her waist,
feeling her lift up as I drew my hand down between her breasts to her
tummy, arching her back until she was nearly touching the top of the cage.
Tracing my fingers over the surface of her skirt rubbing her hips and
abdomen.  I could just feel the mound of her puss through the fabric. 
Moving away was fruitless as I stroked her body, carressed her, and
reaching up again began to touch the edges of her breasts.

   I felt her jump when I touched her there.  Simply tracing my fingers
along the edges of her breasts, pressing up from the bottom of her rib cage
and around along her sides.  Feeling her as I lifted my hand around to the
top, tracing her collar bone and down pressing the palm of my hand over her
breasts, pushing them, feeling them move.  So deliciously soft, light, so
small.  I loved the way they hung down from her, I could feel her heart
beating too.

   "Does ASSHOLE do this to you?" She just shook her head, "I've got you
you know."

   She looked back at me, my hands on her, stroking her soft skin.  I was
watching her breathing, she was getting aroused.  I could feel her swaying
now, moving herself not away but toward my touch.  Moving herself to set
her breasts in my hand, I let her.

   I cupped my hand over her breast as she lay herself in my hand, and
squeezed.  I caught her eyes as I was doing that, glancing back at me,
watched her open her mouth as I was squeezing, pressing my fingers into
her, lifting her top up as I did, watching it slide up her back and expose
her breasts to me.

   She was leaning forward with her arms up through those cuffs, and I
could hear her sigh, as she closed her eyes.  I could feel her nipples
tighten and I played with them, one then the other.  Gave them a pinch.  I
felt her jump.  I pinched again.

   "Ow.  Be good."

   "I don't think that's possible."

   She smiled a little turning her head toward me, "Mmmm.  You hard?"

   I held my hand to my groin so she could see and pushed.  Exquisite. 
Just the mention made me ache.  "What do you think?"

   I rubbed my hand back down to her stomach and then slipped the flat of
my hand under the fabric at her skirt, felt the elastic of her panties pull
back as I felt lower still.  Down below her navel, her soft belly narrowing
between her hips, the soft hairs of her pussy trailing a line from her
navel.  I was bending down and looking where my hand was, into the opening
where her skirt and panties were pulled back by my hand; her cunny hairs
were brown, the hairs felt fine, soft.  Just this little tangle, in a
little line up her front.  Mmmm, she trimmed herself.  I was surprised.  I
kept reaching down until I could feel the rise of her pussy mound, pressing
my fingers in touching her thighs, until I could just feel the parting of
her labia.  The dampness of her panties.

   She simply breathed out, "Jason...." A question in her voice.  "This
might be......I don't, know....Too far."

   I'd been moving myself to the back along the side of the cage as I
rubbed and touched her, and slipping around to the back now I unhooked the
cuffs at her thighs.  She tried to see what I was doing, and for a moment I
think she thought I was about to let her out.

   Because as I threw her skirt up over her hips, she began to crawl into
the cage, away from me.  I reached in hooking my fingers around the elastic
of her panties and began to tug them back slowly, watching as they slid
over her hips.  She was trying to turn away, "Jason, I don't think.  I
didn't mean....." She was struggling with the cuffs.  ".....not
my.....Wait. Wait."

   I kept pulling, watching them slide lower, revealing the line of her
ass, down her thighs, I could see the little pucker of her ass.  She was
bent over with legs apart which opened her up completely to me.  The line
of her cunt so pink and open, and so wet!  God she was wet.  Her legs being
spread by the bars.  Her cunny was pouting out between her legs, light
hairs and opening, so pink.  The cum leaking out.

   "Jason." She was waggling her hips again.  I said nothing.

   She looked so delicious, glistening, her cunny lips parted and I could
see the flesh of her, as I sat there so close to the bars.  The soft hairs
between her legs.  Fuck, I began to rub my cock through my jeans.

   I had her panties down to her knees now, could smell her, literally feel
the heat of her; and I whispered to her, "Back up now."

   "Jason, I......"

   She didn't move, so I reached in and grasping her thighs, slid her back
against the cold bars and pressed her there.

   When she began moving again, I growled, "Hold Still!" pulling her back.

   I re-hooked the harnesses, cinched her in place.  She was held there now
with her panties down around her knees, legs held apart by the bars.  I
could see her trying to close her legs.

   "Maybe, you should let me out now." In this little girl voice.

   I was watching her squirm, exposed, tugging, trying to cover herself
from me.  Her top was up over her breasts and she couldn't even pull it
down.  Her panties down around her knees.

   I didn't even respond.  Or rather I did.  I first lay my palm over her
open cunt, simply covered her with my palm of my hand, curling my fingers
through her pussy hairs.  Curling my fingers, petting her.

   I could feel her wet line down the center of my hand.  She was trying to
move away still, I watched her head lift up and then fall as I held my hand
to her following however she moved.  I took my middle finger and drew in up
through her center, and listened as she exhaled.  Deep sighs, and leaning
in I took my hand away and blew my warm breath on her cunt, watching as her
whole pussy contracted, pulsed in this convulsion of movement.

   I pressed my finger in around her clit, tugging at her pussy lips and
blew my breath on her, again and again.  Stroking her thighs, fingering her
and blowing my breath on her.  She was moaning and pressing her head
against the bars, writhing as I simply blew on her.  That was all as I
watched her cum, she was cumming!  It was so intense, she was trembling,
her thighs shaking and she was dropping into the bottom of the cage. 
Bending herself, spasming against her harnesses.  Crying out, I was
watching her cunt quivering, blew on her again and again.

   "Oh god, oh god, ahhhhh Jason!" she whimpered, ragged gasps, letting her
head drop down as this wave of orgasm slipped away.

   She was exhausted by it all already.

   ***************

   I was not even thinking about it, but had been rubbing my cock steadily
as I watched her cum.  Rubbing my cock as I blew on her wet pussy.  MY
little Sara.  "Like that," I said.  No answer.

   I had unclasped the top of my jeans, didn't even realize I had done it,
the head of my cock was poking out.  Noticing I began to rub on the head of
my cock, felt myself leaking and rubbing the pre-cum around the tip. 
Pushing down, ohhhh god, how I ached.

   I stood back up and began to take my pants and underwear off.  "You
still hungry Sara?"

   I couldn't stand it.  She could hear the fabric and she was moving her
body around, tugging at the cuffs, watching me as I undressed.  I walked
around so she could see my cock, pulling my jeans down my legs, stepping
out and squatted down letting my length poke up between my legs, sticking
straight out of a dark tangle of hair.  My thighs were bare, I was
barefoot. Only a T shirt on.

   Her eyes were wide.  She was still recovering from her orgasm and her
hands were splayed out, her cheeks mottled.  Her eyes didn't even look like
they could focus.  She was holding her mouth open, licking her lower lip.

   I opened the little door and she met my eyes.

   "Jason, no.  I don't think......"

   And I was moving myself toward the opening, letting my cock hang right
in front of her, touching her lips with my cock.  Touching this little drip
of cum leaking from my tip to her lips, drawing away a thin strand.  She
was turning her head one way and another.  I was following her mouth as she
moved.

   "Let me feed you, touching her face with my cock.  Sara......Sara."

   She was holding her head still now and letting me slide my cock along
her lips, letting my pre-cum lubricate her lips so that I could slide along
her mouth leaving shiny trails on her chin and her cheeks and on her lips.
When.....she opened her mouth, just the tiniest bit.  I pressed and felt
myself slide right inside, felt her open, her lips close around the head of
my cock.  I tipped my hip back and forward and felt her open herself up,
popping myself into her and then taking it out again, as she began sucking
on my cock.

   "Hungry, little girl."

   She continued sucking, holding to me now, her tongue swirling the
underside of my cock.  Her body undulating inside the cage, I continued to
fuck her mouth as her ass lifted and fell, as her belly turned low and her
back arched high.  As she moved her knees and squeezed her thighs, as she
pushed her pussy hard into the back bars, rubbing her cunt against the
metal.  I could hear her moaning, as I filled her.

   "Should I cum in your mouth, or...."

   "Do you want a facial?"

   She shook her head no.

   I simply said, "I still might."

   She looked at me, an upward look with her eyes, complete submission. 
Her arms forward, held in place.  She was mine and she knew it.  I'd let
her drink me though.  Be good.

   She was sucking on me harder, letting me press back deep into her mouth,
touching the back of her throat.  And bobbing her head in rhythm with my
thrusts.  I loved the way her lips looked and her dark eyes when she was
looking up at me now, sucking on me.  I was grasping her hair and hodling
her to me, her soft moans vibrating into my penis, her tongue working along
my whole length.  The hairs of my cock touching her nose.

   I began quviering against her and could feel my cum rise, moving her on
me as I wanted.  "I'm cumming.  Oh my god.." Bucking into her, she was
holding to me, ready and then I sprayed into her.  She was sucking hard,
holding to me, worrying I would pull out spray my spunk all over her.  I
let her drink and drink and drink.

   "Fuuck, you just don't...so good." Oh god, I leaned back onto my knees,
and when next I could see, come back to my senses, she was still swirling
the cum in her mouth a little before swallowing.  I breathed out, "You
fucking slut."

   She was looking at me now, and her voice was low, eyeing my cock, my
belly, "Jason, I don't care.  Jason.  I have to cum, right now.  You have
to....make me cum."

   I was watching her grind her ass against the back of the cage, held
there by the harnesses.  Her voice was so hungry, her body so delicious. 
She could not even pleasure herself, touch herself.

   I was watching her squirm, saying my name "Jason." Pulling at the cuffs.

   And.....

   Leaving my pants and underwear beside that little cage, I rose up, "You
have to wait.  Just a sec," and I walked out of the room.

   ***************

   I could still hear her as I sat on the sofa in just my T shirt, settling
back into the cushions looking at my cock.  Disbelief, her voice again.

   "Jason."

   "Jason come on!"

   "This isn't funny.  Let me out."

   "Jason.  Don't you fucking touch me."

   "Jason Please."

   And, "Motherfucker." It was no more than fifteen minutes, but she was
mad.  I padded back into the kitchen and she was, "You motherfucker.  Let
me out, goddammit."

   I never heard her like that.  Wild.

   I leaned by the cage and reached in began to pet her again.  Her hands
were like claws reaching out, trying to move.  I began to run my hand over
her body, touch her everywhere.  Along her back, her shoulders, her arms,
her tummy, brushing my fingers over the hairs of her pussy, cup my hand
between her legs, up the inside of her thighs.  She was moving and
swearing, but softening too.  "Don't fucking touch me." Even as I could
feel her body press into me.

   "Calm down, I was looking for this," I lied.  I knew right where it was.
She paused and it was a simple device really, two small cream colored
plastic eggs with vibrators in them.

   "What is that?" I turned the switch on and you could hear them buzz. 
She was like, "Oh Jason, no, this has gotten......"

   I went in back of her and finding her delicious little anus, pressed one
then the other up inside her and then turned the vibrators on all the way.
I had another reason for waiting, I was painfully hard again.  This time I
was going to cum in this delicious little animals cunt.

   "Taming my little bitch.  I want a ride now."

   She was moaning, "Oh my fucking God." Writhing from the vibration of
those little eggs which were pushed up inside her.  Tipping her ass up and
down, you couldn't even hear them.  Just her moans, undulations and
whimpers inside the cage.  My little slut.

   While she squirmed to the invisible vibrations, I was cupping her pussy
with my hand, holding my hand to her and pushing my thumb up through her
wet center, parting her lips, opening her up wide and wet.  Being rough
with her.  And stroking her belly from between her legs and then sliding my
fingers over her mound, all the way up to her ass.

   She was so soaking sopping wet.  I pressed my thumb deep up into her
cunt.  Deep inside her and held my fingers over her clit, and as I held
myself there let her move on my hand.  She quickly understood what I was
doing and began grinding herself down hard and hungry, began sliding long
strokes into my hand.  Drawing her clit in circles around my fingers, I
held them hard against her, digging in.  I loved feeling her move, and
pressed my fingers deep into her clit, finger fucking her hard, god I loved
the feel of her loose flesh.  The smooth lining of her little cunny, I
could slide into her so easily.

   The whole time cooing out to her, "Want this?  Want to cum.  Want me to
make you cum?  Want me inside you.  You little fucking slut."

   "Oh fucking god," I could feel her body light up.  "Yes.  Oh god Let me
cum, let me, oh....." She was so wild now, moving and I could feel her
tensing, watching her just about orgasm, and let go right away as she was
reaching back, stopped by the bars.

   "Jason, Oh Jason.  Please." I didn't want her to cum yet.  She was so
close.  She was near tears.  I thought time would slow HER down as well.  I
looked at the clock, she'd been in this thing for over an hour.

   And so the next touch she felt was my cock, touching my tip to her
lightly, and sliding it along her pussy, sliding my head along its whole
length touching her from the top of her anus down over her vagina and
slipping between those delicious lips and digging into her clit from
behind. I rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, then back again just
dipping the head of my cock into her in passing over her creaming cunt.

   When I first touched her like that it looked like all the air went out
of her, it looked like she had touched the sweetest thing ever in the
world. It was like her body softened all at once, and she simply felt me
there, and I could feel her move, guiding me, trying to feel me inside, and
letting me stroke her touch her, do anything.

   I asked, "You want me to fuck you, fuck you till you cum."

   "Oh god, I......"

   "Say it."

   "Fuck me."

   I took my cock away.  "Oh Jason, No.  let me feel you."

   "I'm going to fuck my little bitch."

   "Oh god, Jason, Fuck me.  Yes.....Fuck."

   And I touched myself to her, began to press.  Let the head of my cock
squeeze into her, the juices bubbling around the head of my cock.  Watching
it press inside.  I could smell her, her pink cunny making my cock shiny
with her cum.  I could feel the warmth of her body envelope my cock as I
slid tight right into her.  Oh god she felt so deliciously tight.

   "Are you my little bitch?  Say it."

   "Oh, god.  Yes.  I'm your bitch.  Fuck." I pressed deep into her. 
"Fuck. Fuck me.....Fuck.....me......Fuck me." And with each time she said
those words I was thrusting my whole length into her, it felt so good as I
held myself to her.

   She moaned out these long cries, and hung down off her arms.  She lay so
her face was pressed down at the bottom of the cage.  Her body utterly
surrendered.  Utterly given in, her ass held up in the air.  Now, for the
first time, I could do anything to her, and I fucked her hard, until her
body was convulsing beneath me.  I wanted to fuck her forever, to stay in
her forever.

   I reached in through the bars and held her clit, pressed my sticky
fingers into her hard.  I turned off those little eggs and tugged the wire.
This deep guttural moan as I tugged and one then other popped right out,
touching her the whole time.

   When she felt my finger there she was opening her legs as wide as she
could, let herself hang off the leather harness, I could see the leather
biting into her legs.  It had to hurt.  And each thrust pushed her away
from the bars and she would snap back against me and hold herself there and
grind her clit in my hand.  I could feel her trembling pushing hard,
literally shaking her cunny over my hand.  Until her whole body went tight
and she thrashed in the cage, I could feel her tighten on my cock and I
began to turn my hips and thrust inside her, feeling my cum.  And I came,
filled her, streams of cum filling her the second time I had filled her,
tight and horny in this cage.  Filling her body, hot and wet, utter
abandon, feeling the friction of my spunk as it lined the walls of her
cunt. Feeling myself slap into her as we fucked.

   I held my hand over her clit, held myself to her, my cock softening
inside her body.  She was still drawing little circles there and I felt her
cum one more time, one small last little orgasm as she laid inside the
cage. The orgasm created one last squeeze of her cunny and I was pressed
right outside of her.  I dropped back on my knees and looked at her.  She
didn't move.

   ***********

   "Sara?"

   I slid myself to the side of the cage leaving a trail of cum on the
floor, and I lay my hand on her back.  She lay there breathing softly.  Her
top was up over her breasts, tuned a little on her side.  Had she fallen
asleep?  I let my hand roam over her body, realizing this moment could
never be repeated in my life.  That I may never touch her again, that
everything could change.  That nothing would.  I had access unfettered
access and I didn't want to stop.  I let my hands slide up over her hips
between her legs and felt her open cum soaked pussy, her hairs matted
against her skin, hot and moist.  I thought about how the body changes
after sex.

   Submission.

   I rubbed her tummy and felt it quiver under my touch.

   "Sara?"

   Slight sigh, soft breaths.

   I squeezed her breasts.  I had a fantasy now of being able to walk up to
her and touch her, reach inside her clothes any time I wanted.  To have her
come home and sit on the sofa and without resistence let my hands wander
inside her clotehes, press into her cunt.

   To lift her skirt, push my cock up into her, deep inside, as she simply
lay flat on her stomach and read her books while I gently fuck her, her
head bobbing up and down as she's lying on the sofa.  Letting me do
anything to her.

   And right now, every inch of her, her hair, warmth, heat, sticky
wetness. Softness, flesh and bone was mine.  She was mine.  And she was
reveling in that surrender.

   I opened the door and she lifted her head.  For a moment she looked just
like an animal who has been locked in a cage for a very long time.  There
is that moment, that moment of fear.  Of not wanting to leave.  The
boundaries being set in stone and metal, and flesh and bone.  Sometimes
stone and metal sets the better boundary, we certainly fear leaving our
cage of flesh and bone.  And we looked at one another through the open
door.

   When creatures who would otherwise kill each other, are safe on each
side of the bars.  When, then the door opens.  She lifted her head, I could
see her eyes focus.  Exposed to me, door open.  She didn't smile, her hair
sticking to her cheeks.  I went to the back of the cage and undid the
harnesses on her thighs and could see how they had cut into her.

   A mark, these lines of cuts into her legs.  Sex like this SHOULD leave a
mark I thought.

   She was holding her ass to the bars, her cunny still completely exposed
to me, I began pressing my hand over her cunt again, wanting to touch her
one last time.  But feeling her move this time, move away.  I continued to
rub between her legs, feeling the folds of her pussy lips yield and then
she stopped moving, pulled her legs open a little.  For me.  Yielding one
last time.  I pushed my fingers up into her, rubbing her wet, open, soft
little cunny.  Watching her body as I touched her.  Smelling us, I could
feel my cock steffening again as I touched her.  The hair of her cunt,
touching up between her legs, watching her move, feeling her slide against
my hand, hold her legs open to me.  I wanted to lay her in a soft bed,
cover her with soft sheets and lay on her, open her, feel her body, skin to
skin.  I wanted to fuck her again.  Finding her clit and pushing into her,
pressing my fingers up inside.  Before.....

   she was closing her thighs again, turning herself, moving away.  I let
go.  Feeling the moment pass, it was over.....

   ***************

   I released her wrists, watching her small hands, this ridiculous kennel
that our parents bought from ebay.  She held her wrists, turned onto her
front and tugged herself out of the cage.

   My pet, now Sara again.

   I watched her crawl out on her knees, stand up, hold her hands to her
tummy, adjust her skirt, pull down her top, pull hair out of her eyes, wipe
her mouth.

   I watched her panties, which had been sticking at one knee fall down to
her ankles and catch as she stepped.  She looking down and then laughing,
put her hand to her chin.

   And stepping out of the little pink pile of fabric, padded out of the
kitchen, barefoot, leaving them there.

   For me.  I sat down.

   A kennel, my pants and a pair of panties.

   The smell of sex in the air.

   In that moment, were the only signs of what we had done.

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