Free Owned And Owner by Anneke Jacob Page A

with seeing it coming. Not this time. It was so simple to take that away from me, so stupid of me to count on that illusory control. I had my senses when he wanted me to have them – when he was training me to obey hand signals, for instance, or when he wanted me to hear a reprimand. Or when he held me with his gaze, a roadside mammal caught in the headlights, too mesmerized to step aside and save herself.
    In the language of Raniz the word ‘intelligence’ is a variation on the words ‘to see’. My eyes were the direct route to my brain, the place where I anticipated and tried to control my own responses, even if I could control nothing else. If even that was taken away, what was I?
     
    Garid looked down on the little creature at his feet, his cock jumping at the sight, even after weeks of playing with her. The delicious curve of her haunches, the sweetness of her breasts, the delicate neck in its collar… He pushed her to her hands and knees. She was quicker now to understand what he wanted. He squatted down next to her on the floor, and fitted the heavy knee pads carefully in place. They locked tightly above and below each knee. Each fastened to itself at the back and prevented her from straightening her legs, but allowed her the normal range for crawling. He took each little hand and enclosed it in a snug, thumbless leather mitt, padded on the palm side and locked around her wrist. He muzzled her, her jaws held tightly around a bit gag. Then he walked around behind her and contemplated her pretty ass for a while. He got out the last piece of equipment, a thick tail held in its place at the end of her spine by almost invisible cords. There was a plug with a short rod that climbed up between her cheeks and helped support the tail. He greased the plug and slowly inserted it into her virgin asshole. He’d chosen a small one to begin, but she still gasped and clenched involuntarily at the first touch. He was patient with her, letting her adjust to it, but he moved it inexorably up and in, bit by bit, pulling out a little, pushing in some more, twisting, tilting, while she groaned and trembled and held her muzzled head in her arms. At last he was able to fasten the cords and adjust the tail to his satisfaction. Then he sat back to admire his beautiful little dog slave.
    She looked perfect once he had her leashed, the leash looped over a hook on the back of his door. She was very flushed and shamefaced, and could not help shaking and clenching around the dildo.
    He left her there while he dressed for the party. Well, not a party, really, but a small gathering of colleagues, getting together to celebrate a contract. Several had asked about his new woman pet, and he had promised to bring her along. Others had been careful not to mention his strange acquisition; they had to work with Garid and didn’t want to alienate him. These men happened to be aware of the reason for acquiring human females and found Garid’s open heterosexuality very embarrassing. They projected the same embarrassment onto him, which embarrassed them still more. Clearly, the whole subject was better avoided. On Henth, compared to heterosexuality, slave ownership faded into insignificance.
    Garid stood on the doorstep, feeling his pet tremble a little against his leg. It was a warm and humid evening, so she wasn’t cold. He led her by the leash into the half-filled room. Despite her fear she crawled after him, docile, while the room went silent and everyone stared. A moment later Garid was approached by welcoming friends, and his pet was being patted and examined. There was some amusement over the tail, particularly when one elderly guest said he hadn’t known that women actually had tails. He laughed loudest when the dildo was discovered, and could be seen surreptitiously tweaking the tail from time to time. Garid had no difficulty observing his pet’s humiliation, and enjoyed it so much that he had some difficulty managing his erection.
    He had