“Let’s go back upstairs now, John. Mother has a surprise for you, my good little pet.” She gives my leash a gentle tug.
I walk sideways as I follow her, giving the basement room one more glance. I’m convinced they’ll both love it.
When we reach the top of the stairs, Mother stops and gives me a once-over from collar to toe. She frowns and shakes her head. “No. This won’t do.”
My eyebrows rise, and my insides tremble as I wonder what she means. Did I do something wrong?
“What sorts of things wear collars, John?”
The question catches me off guard. “Uh.” I take a moment to think. “Dogs?”
She tilts her head and graces me with a smile. “Bingo. And how many clothes does the average dog wear?”
“None?”
“Right again.” She stands there with her hands on her hips waiting for something.
When her gaze doesn’t shift from me and she doesn’t move, I guess that she’s waiting for me. “Am I supposed to undress now?”
“You’re so smart, John.” Her hands clutch the leash handle together in front of her.
I’m suddenly nervous and my cheeks burn. It’s one thing to undress in the bedroom and quite another to undress in a foyer. Still, it isn’t right to keep Mother waiting.
I unbutton my shirt, slide it off my arms, and realize I have no place to put it. The floor will have to do. Anything for Mother. It falls from my fingers as I move to unbuckle my pants and slip out of them. Soon, I’m naked and shivering a little from anticipation and embarrassment.
Mother still doesn’t move. What else could I do to make her happier??
“Hmm. One more thing. I may have to reward you if you get this one right.”
My mouth waters at the thought of more to drink. Fuck booze. I need Mother’s nectar the way a junkie needs heroin. Please, get this right. Exams always made me nervous and each test from Mother now is the most important one in my life.
“How do dogs walk?”
I hesitate at first, wondering if it can be that easy. “On all fours.”
“Oh.” She puts a hand to her bosom with a look of ecstasy on her face. “You are so good. Mother is so proud of her little boy.”
My heart swells within me as I drop to my hands and knees on the cold floor. I feel vulnerable in this position until Mother starts gushing.
“Look at Mother’s sweet pet.” One of her hands pats the top of my head while the other lowers a silver dog bowl in front of me. “Lap it up, John.”
Everything within me wants to snatch the dish up with both my hands, tilt my head back, and chug the liquid as quickly as possible. It’s painful to hold myself back. Mother said “lap”.
I lower my head and stick my tongue out. When it comes in contact with the fluid, a jolt of pleasure runs through my head. Each small taste just builds upon the other, making me realize what a waste it’s been to drink it all at once. Mother is so smart.
I’m briefly aware of Mother standing over me as I glance at her sleek, sexy legs. Her stiletto heels are just a foot and a half from my head.
Quickly, I’m overcome with nothing else but the desire to get every last drop from the bowl. As I struggle to get to the edges, the bowl scoots away from me. Instinctually, I reach out my hands to stop it.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
When I glance up, Mother is shaking her head. The realization of what I’m doing wrong comes to me quickly. I’m not supposed to use my hands.
Planting my hands on the floor, I press my face back into the dish. It begins moving away from me again. I chase it across the floor until it is up against the wall, and I can finish my drink with ease.
From behind me, Mother laughs. The sound fills me with warmth.
“That’s my good pet.”
* * *
“John, sit.”
I lean back onto my feet, keeping my hands on the floor in front of me, and gaze up at Mother. Her face falls in a sad or pained way that makes my heart ache. My brows furrow in worry.
“Has Mother done a good job taking care of her boy?” Her eyes widen as her lips pucker into a pout.
I wonder if I’m allowed to speak. Not wanting to break character with my role, I opt to nod my head up and down enthusiastically.
She sighs and gives me a tired smile. “That’s good. Mother has tried so very hard. Now it’s your turn, John. Will you take care of Mother? Will you fulfill her needs?”
Without even pausing to think, I bob my head up and down again. I will. I will.
“You will?” She holds the leash handle to her chest with both hands and closes her eyes for a moment. When she opens them, she continues. “It won’t be pleasant, John, but Mother will make it as easy on you as possible.”
My throat tightens as I wonder what I’m agreeing to. It can’t be all that bad. Most everything so far with Mother has turned out pleasurable. What could she want now that wouldn’t be at least a little satisfying for me?
“Follow me, John.” She saunters down the hallway.
