Good Boy

This is like one of my dreams, but I can't wake up.

Yesterday, I was fit and strong. I could run fast. I was loyal.

It wasn't perfect. The time I had with Her was never long enough. My whole life was longing for the sigh against the warmth of her. I loved her more than anything. So much it hurt, and the hurt was all of me. I worshipped her smell, lived for her hand on my ears.

I itched. Lived in a world of Doors. Dinner was late, or so it felt.

Now: I walk on two legs, make mouth noises, piss and shit indoors. Disgusting. The world is all too-bright colours. I'm naked from head to tail.

I'm In Her Room. I sit still. Maybe she won't send me back to the kitchen.

The chair feels weird on my skin. She comes! Through the Door. She smells like B-A-T-H, and I don't like that. She's powdered and painted and she's got smooth shiny stuff on her body. The way she walks towards me makes me feel like prey. I don't like that either.

"Jerry," she says, and I sit up a bit straighter, quivering. "You've been a good boy, haven't you Jerry?"

I do like that. I am a Good Boy. Yes. A Good Boy. I am Jerry and I am a Good Boy.

She mounts me, and moves her mouth over my face, and it's confusing. It's attention. Affection. Nice. Like ear rubs but better. My body is responding. But she's a bitch, and she should be under me. That's how this goes.

My confusion explodes out of me, and I'm up. Out of the chair. Across the room. She laughs, disappearing under me.

I hesitate. Is this Bad? She's my Mistress. I'm not allowed on the Big Bed. Am I? Or, is this my bed, and that time I spent on four legs was the nightmare, the curse? I have a memory of drinking coffee, once, and wearing a suit. Or was that a dream?

She's laughing, her claws on my back, and her good boy in my ear. I shake the thoughts away and use my teeth on her shoulder.

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Word count: (excluding note): 366

Submitted on: 10th April at 22.30

*Quick Author's Note*

First, and most importantly: thank you for reading!

The story behind the story: This follows on from Honour and Obey and Square Peg, but it should also stand on its own as a standalone story.

I've done a bunch of prompts here.

A Year of Stories: I'm writing a story every day this year. This one makes an 101 day streak since the 1st January. Yesterday was my 100th piece!! I can't believe I've come this far. I'm collating them all here.

Thank you

Thank you again! Especially if you are one of the people who has been staunchly reading these daily scribbles since the start of the year. I see you, and appreciate you 😁

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