Being owned – Part 4

Moodily I stared out of the window. It was pouring down. No nice warm summer rain but fat cold drops. Today was the third day of this and the temperature had dropped noticeably. On the first day I had tried to go out nonetheless but since I did not really enjoy it I had stayed in the bungalow since.

He had not been here either. My period had started one day before the rain. Since then I had been on my own.

With a sigh I moved away from the window. The panties were uncomfortable, too. No wonder, dogs had a different anatomy. If I had to stay here another day without distraction I felt I would go crazy. The books and the TV only annoyed me at the moment. My gaze fell on the trapdoor.

I had never been down there on my own. So far I had only seen three of the many rooms down there. The two rooms in which I had been fucked and the shower room in which I had to clean myself afterwards.

Did I really want to know what was down there? No. But it was better than just sitting here and staring at the raindrops hitting the window. I opened the trapdoor and went down before I could think better of it. My heart beat fast as I moved along the dimly lit tunnel. My naked feet made no sound on the cool stone floor as I advanced.

The first door on the left was locked. So was the first door on the right. And the next pair of doors were also locked. Were they all locked? I had never seen him unlock a door.

On the right was the room with the bean bags and dog beds. The door opened easily and I closed it again. So not all doors were locked, I noted as I tried the one opposite.

It opened with a creaking noise. A big four poster bed stood in the middle. The covers were made of dark silk or satin. The carpet rustled under my feet as I moved closer, let my hand run over the sheets. ‘Dark colours, that you won’t see his shed fur’, I thought and smiled.

As I explored further along the tunnel I discovered that most of the doors were locked. Only the one to the room with the pedestal and the shower were open. I had lost track of time. It didn’t matter anyway. He would not come to get me. The tunnel led on and on. I followed. It must lead somewhere.

After some time there was another door. Made from stainless steel and not wood like the others. I reached out, tried the handle. The door swung easily on it’s hinges, opened noiselessly. As soon as I had opened it a crack I heard the noise. Soft woofing and the clicking of claws on stone. I had found the kennels.

Opening the door fully I stepped inside.

Seven big kennels lined the walls. Some were occupied by more than one dog, some were empty. Dog beds and bowls were in every kennel, doors in the walls that seemed to lead outside.