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Honour and Obey

January 7th, Story #7/366. Prompt: You'll have to read it all the way to the end to find out the inspiration for this one 😁

By L.C. SchäferPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 3 min read
Honour and Obey
Photo by Derick McKinney on Unsplash

Yesterday, I took for granted the little things. Driving. My job. Hot coffee. Opening doors. Pleasure in a steaming shower. A good suit. Plumbing. Walking wherever I chose.

On my return from work, my aggravation at the scattered toys and dirty plates boiled under my skin. What did my wife do all day?

She probably answered that, but her voice grated. I tuned it out. Once the kids were abed, my dick nudged me to make overtures. I went through the motions, pretended I wanted her... but she rejected me. Why did I marry her, again?

In retrospect, I missed the signs of her anger. Her smile frozen in place, the half-beat before speaking as if gathering self-control. It wouldn't have perturbed me, even had it not gone over my head. Fool that I was.

This morning, I woke, did a biiiig stretch! ...and started. Why am I in the kitchen?

I scratched my ear. Damn, I was itchy. I should showe- Fear and revulsion shot through me. I shook the thought away, like shaking droplets of mud off my... fur. Wait, what?

I looked down at my shaggy brown paws. This was... a problem. But I had a bigger one. Gotta pee. The kitchen door obstinate, final, its handle far above my head. Is scratching all I can do?

I opened my mouth to holler for that useless bi- My shape commanded my thoughts, distilled them to a whine.

I could hear her getting up. Smell her. My front feet paddled. When she appeared she was - oh! the most wonderful thing I'd ever seen! My coccyx responded, I couldn't stop it.

No bathroom for me. Opening the French doors, she pointed with an imperious finger to the garden. I skulked outside. Felt her eyes on me while I hunched over in the drizzle, shame almost suffocating me.

Did she curse me to this? Or is this my true form, and she raises me to a man-shape at her whim?

I feel such thoughts leak away, unsuited to this mould. She stands over me with bowlful of kibble, scarlet mouth stretched wide, showing every tooth.

"Now, Jerry... are you going to be a good boy?"

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Word count: 366

Submitted on: 7th January at 00:22

* * Author's Note * *

Thank you for reading! I sincerely appreciate your eyeballs and engagement! I try to reciprocate all reads. I appreciate it if you could leave a comment to make it easy for me to do that. If you enjoyed it, the best compliment you can give me is to read another!

The story behind the story: I'm writing a story every day this year. I'll link to the others below. The Prompt: I didn't use a prompt for this one. TBH, it was inspired by Rick, and one of his If questions: "If I was a dog..."

A Story Every Day in 2024: You can read about this madcap adventure here and here, and, if you're joining me, the first list of prompts here.

1st January - A New Beginning

2nd January - The Other Guy

3rd January - One Day, I just Disappeared

4th January - The Wages of Sin

5th January - Where Am I?

6th January - A Visit to Nana's

If you are on this madcap yearlong escapade with me, please link to your story in the comments. I'm doing my level best to make sure I read them all, and I'll come back and link them here.

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    Written by L.C. Schäfer