The Dominant Male

though it may have been far less, they entered a wide grass clearing. Felled trees made comfortable benches, and a couple of old wooden cable reels made an improvised table.
    Laura and Gordon took the day sacks they’d worn and handed Timothy and Rodney a bum bag each. The two men put them on.
    ‘Willy, sit!’
    She sat; this is going to be very embarrassing she thought, but there’s no way out.
    ‘Good girl, Willy!’ He clicked a plastic thing and gave her a banana chip from his bag.
    ‘Click training,’ she thought, ‘neat, if embarrassing to me.’
    He held something and threw it.
    Willy realised exactly what it was, as it twirled in mid air. A salmon-pink rubber cock.
    She followed it with her eyes, and went as it to fetch it, but was pulled up short by the lead.
    ‘Wait on my word!’ he said gently, unclipping the lead.
    ‘Fetch!’
    She ran off as fast she could, in the right direction, and then bent down and found it in the long grass. Close up she saw it had an exaggerated bell-end and realistic balls. She gingerly picked it up in her mouth and ran back, stopping just in front of him.
    ‘Sit!’ he said.
    She complied.
    ‘Offer it to me.’
    She did and let him take it from her mouth.
    ‘Good girl!’ Click – banana chip.
    ‘Sit!’ He made a turning motion with his arm.
    She sat, facing away from him this time.
    Click – banana chip.
    He threw the object. It fell in nettles at the edge of the clearing.
    ‘Fetch!’
    With slightly less enthusiasm she ran off. Sure enough, the nettles stung her face picking it up.
    Instead of running straight off she looked around. Rodney was throwing a brown rubber breast-shaped Frisbee thing, the colour of Titty’s collar and lead, for Titty to fetch.
    ‘She’ll hate that, be really embarrassed, but I guess that is exactly the intention.’
    ‘Heel!’ She heard and ran back.
    She was exercised this way, until she could barely stand, and she was motioned to lie down, exhausted, sweat- and mud-streaked, stung by nettles, scratched by brambles in the grass.
    ‘Sit!’
    He offered her a drink; at first she thought it was a joke-shop baby-bottle, but then realised it was a plastic bottle and teat for training calves to drink milk-substitute, a six-inch long, one-inch diameter, cock-shaped, cock-coloured, rubber teat. Still, she was thirsty and drank deeply.
    ‘Good girl!’ Click.
    ‘Where’s my banana chip?’ she thought. ‘Oh, that’s the point, you don’t get a treat every time,’ she realised.
    He sat down and held out an open hand. It had a sausage in.
    She took it from his hand and ate it, and several more the same way.
    ‘I wonder if Titty’s getting burgers?’ she thought mischievously.
    He offered her the water bottle and she drank deeply, and then went as if to pull away. He held her head and squirted much more into her mouth.
    Then they all walked off up the path, Willy and Titty walking to heel with their Masters.
    At one point, Timothy held her back, and took her behind a bush. He opened his fly and took out his cock.
    ‘Open wide!’
    She did. Instead of her giving him the blow job that she’d expected, he pissed in her mouth. At first it spilled out of her mouth, but she then got the trick right and she took the rest.
    ‘Squat!’
    She’d guessed that was coming, and duly went down onto her hind legs, bum hanging out, realising, as she did so, the soles of the feet on her ‘hind legs’ were lined with spikes to discourage her standing up on two feet. She pissed, a lot.
    After the water he gave me in the clearing and then drinking all his piss, there’ll be a lot more where that came from. She thought to herself .
    Eventually they came out from the trees, to the open summit of a small hill. The people sat on more felled logs, the bitches ‘Sat!’ and they all enjoyed the superb view, for miles around, to the higher hills, even to what, she was told, were the Black Mountains in Wales in the far distance.
    The walk back down was very hard. She really wasn’t used to walking like this and she was very tired. She also had to drag on her lead until he took the hint, and they fell back as she squatted to relieve the pressure in her bladder.
    At last they got back to the car, and were encouraged to get into the boot. Willy managed it a little more neatly, and Titty did too when Rodney produced a vicious-looking riding crop. They were both filthy and exhausted and just cuddled on the floor, on the rubber mat the boot was lined