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Over the next few weeks the entire Pooch story, as written  so far, will
be reposted. New cahpters will appear each Saturday.  After chapter 12
is reposted, the new Chapter 13 Pooch's Punishment will be posted.
As always I look forward to any comments that you may wish to email me
at thepooch@home.com
Mr. Ed

Part 1 Coming Home

The rain sheets down as Pooch hurriedly makes her way  towards the old
brownstone at the 
end of  Kennel St. She is running as fast as she can in her chunky pumps
but it is still 
awkward. She would make better time in stocking feet but she doesn't
dare remove the 
shoes for fear of ruining her nylons. A million thoughts run through her
head one of which is 
that her running will put a ladder in her stockings. It's only
September  and she has but six 
good stockings  to last till the new year.  Her back and shoulders ache
from the days work in 
the picture frame plant and her lungs are sore from the run from the bus
stop. She can feel a 
blister developing on her left heel. Still she keeps running because the
overriding question in 
her mind is how late is she?   The cold rain soaking the pink sweater
was hardly a concern. 
The run had made Pooch felt hot. She knew she was late and that made her
feel ill. 
Up the front steps of the house she raced. The outside door was
unlocked, thank God she 
thought. In she slid closing the door behind her. Pooch found herself in
a small portico, 
empty except for the large coconut mat in the corner  by the outside
door. In one of the side 
walls between the outside and the inside door was a milk door. Pooch
opened it and quickly 
placed her shoes inside. The pink cardigan was unbuttoned, removed, 
folded in four and 
placed on top of the shoes   Next she reached back to the zipper  on the
back of her dress 
and pulled it down. The simple brown dress with a flower print slid off
her shoulders. Pooch 
stepped out of it folded the dress and placed it in the milk box. She
was now dressed in just 
a rather worn looking white brassier, a similarly  old  looking white
garter belt and plain 
taupe stockings. The right one had a nasty run at the heal, near the
point where she had felt 
the blister. Pooch was hairless below her neck. This was made obvious 
by her lack of 
panties. Panties were not allowed. During her period Pooch could wear a
diaper, but that 
was as close to panties as she ever came. She also had no watch, no
jewelry, no handbag, no 
wallet, no keys and no money. They were all forbidden. Pooch saw the run
in the stocking 
and bit her lower lip. This was  not turning out  to be a good day. 
There was no hesitation in removing the rest of the clothing. Every
moment was important. 
If Ed unlocked the  door to the inside of the house and saw her out of
position there would 
be extra punishment.
The under clothes were shoved into the milk compartment and the door
shut. Pooch gave 
the handle a turn and this locked the milk door.  Her clothes were now
out of reach and she 
was totally nude. Pooch now turned towards the right front corner of the
entry way, where 
the cocoa mat was and kneeled on it being careful to be very close to
the wall but not to 
touch it. Her toes pointed straight back and she kneeled at attention
with her hands at her 
sides and fingers pointing straight down. All was quiet. 
Where Pooch had felt hot just minutes age she now began to feel chilled.
She was wet from 
the rain and the portico had no heating duct. It was  a cold wet fall.
She could stand the chill, 
it was the waiting she hatted. Pooch knew that the longer it Took Ed to
open the door the 
more severe her punishment would be. Ed checked for her about once every
twenty minutes. 
If he opened the door and she was out of position the door would be
closed again and she 
would have to wait another twenty minutes. That would be counted as the
amount of time 
she was late. The time she actually got home didn't matter. If Ed was in
a foul mood he 
might make her wait even longer and use that time to build up his own
anger. 
Today was her fourtieth birthday. No one would remember, she thought.
After all who ever 
heard of a slaves birthday?  Pooch did and it made her a bit more sad.
Time was passing by 
and she knew the rest of her life  would be spent in bondage. She just
couldn't  know to 
whom. Ed had said many times that when she no longer pleased him she
would be sold. 
Although life was harsh  now it would be much worse if she were sold. At
her age she would 
be no more than a piece of meat to someone who saw a quick profit in
using her as a sub in 
an s&m brothel or the star of some snuff film. All traces of her
pathetic existence would 
probably be erased in a vat of acid. The thought that things could
actually be worse was not 
a lot of comfort.  Pooch knew she would be howling later tonight. 
For  someone of forty  with ten years spent in slavery Pooch was still
in remarkably good 
shape. At 5'8" and 110 pounds she was as thin as a rail except for a
full pair of breasts, 36C. 
With her arms raised every rib was clearly visible. Ed thought this was
sexy and he made 
sure that her weight didn't increase. Her brown hair was cut in a short
pageboy style inspired 
by pictures of ancient Egyptian slaves. This was a style simple enough
for Pooch to be able 
to cut herself with scissors and a mirror. It required no upkeep. It
didn't cover any of her 
assets and most important to Ed it didn't get in the way of a good
hiding. Large,  blue eyes 
softened the other features of her face making pooch look a bit younger
than her years. Her 
nose was of average size straight with just a small bulb on the end and
a slight bump in the 
middle where it had been broken once when Ed was in a drunken fit. Her
face had a collision 
with his knee. The massive bleeding had scared the hell out of Ed and it
hadn't happened 
again. He was good with his hands and when he sobered up he packed
Pooches nose with 
cotton and reset the soft bone himself. There would be no emergency room
for Pooch. Ed 
had actually done a pretty good job. The weight that Pooch did carry was
almost all muscle. 
Bone protruded at the points of her hips and there was no padding on her
ass or thighs just 
nice muscle definition  The muscles of her calves, stomach, back and
shoulders were also 
well defined. Her build was no accident. It was the result of hard
labour and a compulsory 
training program. Pooches' breasts sagged a bit, normal for any woman
over twenty-five. In 
her case they had been beaten, twisted, stretched, clamped, tied,
pierced, bitten, pinched and 
burned on a regular basis. Ed loved what he referred to as tit play.  A
dark ring surrounded 
the base of each breast where they were tied by  the tit rope so many
times that the rope had 
left  permanent marks. Each breast was covered with tiny small scars and
bruises. Those tits 
kept reminded her of their existence all times. Her naked mons fared
little better. The flesh 
had turned brown and was constantly swollen. The colour helped to hide
marks and bruising 
but the nerves were alive and well. When her legs were spread three
eyelets could be seen 
running along the length of each of her inner pussy lips. These had been
inserted a long time 
ago using a  tool from the shoe making trade. When these had been
inserted, it was one of 
the very few times Pooch had passed out from pain. Little plugs of flesh
had actually been 
punched out with a leather punch and then the eyelets were inserted and
permanently set. 
Since Ed had read that one could avoid passing out through conscious
effort this was now 
considered a serious offense and was punished as such. The most striking
feature of Pooch's 
naked  body however were the marks covering her back. This was Ed's
living canvas. Her 
muscular back was covered with weales, bumps and bruises colored from
yellow to purple. 
the marking ran from the bottom of her buttocks right up to the tops of
her shoulders. Soon 
this painting would be refreshed.
Her life was very structured and governed by strict rules. She owned
nothing and possessing 
anything other then the clothes on her back  was forbidden, thus no
money, purse, keys etc. 
Entertainment of any sort was not allowed, no television, radio, books,
magazines or 
newspapers. Outside the house Pooch was not to be assertive with anyone.
In the house 
things went much further. There was no talking unless spoken to and then
only to respond to 
what was asked. She was never to give an opinion, argue or ask for
anything. In the house 
her gaze was to be directed at peoples feet, never their face. Obedience
was to be absolute, 
with no hesitation, and this extended to anyone in the house. She was
responsible for all the 
cooking and house work. No  decisions were her own. Pooch was told when
and what  to 
eat, when to use the toilet or in her case bucket, when and where to
sleep etc.  There could 
be no friendships or communications with anyone outside the house.
Touching herself was 
one of the most serious infractions. Masturbation was a totally selfish
act and slaves lived 
only to please their masters, never themselves. Ed actually kept a book
filled with rules along 
with minimum punishments. He also wrote down every infraction so that if
he saw Pooch in 
frequent violation of any rule the punishment would be increased till
her behavior was 
corrected. He kept this as a permanent record with no expiry.  She
couldn't get over how 
awful it felt to be confronted with things she had done eight or nine
years ago but everything 
was part of the permanent record.  
The bristles  from the mat were starting to irritate Pooch's knees and
especially the tops of 
her feet. Ed seemed to delight in finding was to make every routine a
little more difficult or 
uncomfortable for her. Kneeling on the tile floor  would be just too
easy. There is nothing 
like waiting to make time slow to a crawl. The minutes slowly passed.
The sick feeling in her 
stomach got worse. "Please, please open the door", she thought. Finally
she heard the bolt 
turn and the door open.
"Well you shit faced whore your fourty minutes late", Ed yelled at her
in his most 
intimidating voice.
"It's the second time this month. I guess I didn't create a strong
enough impression on you 
last time, isn't that right whore "?
Pooch knew better than to disagree. "Yes master. I'm sorry master".
"Well you're going to remember this time and your going to remember for
a very long time".
"Get up and start my dinner and don't bother putting on the serving
outfit you've wasted 
enough time. Marla will be coming over later and there is much to do".   
"Thank goodness for small favors" Pooch thought. 
She hated the serving outfit which was a bit like a french maid costume
with only the cap, a 
tiny apron, black  fishnet stockings, garter belt and extremely high
stiletto heels with a heavy 
ankle strap ensuring they stayed on. The shoes had been purchased from a
specialty shop 
deliberately a size too small. They hurt her feet terribly and slowed
everything down. 
Hearing that Marla was coming over was another matter. Pooch hatted
Marla in a way that 
she hatted no one else. She was Ed's girl friend and a lot prettier and
younger than she. 
Marla loved to flaunt her relationship with Ed in Pooch's face. She was
extremely smart, a 
court room lawyer, and she was an unrepentant sadist that liked
inflicting psychological 
torture as much as physical. Although nobody else knew it, Pooch was
more of a reason for 
Marla spending time with Ed than he was. The fact that Marla knew that
Pooch hatted her 
and yet had to be just as obedient to her orders as she was to Ed's was
just so delicious.
"There will be no dinner for you tonight" Ed said.
Pooch figured as much. She was almost never fed before a whipping
because there was too 
much danger of choking on her own vomit if she were gagged.
She got up on her toes and keeping her eyes down walked past Ed into the
house and 
toward the kitchen.


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