Carlie's walk

My name is Carlie, and this idiot who's petting me is my boss, Steve. You're wondering how I got into this situation? Well, the answer is simpler than you might think. On Friday, I went into my boss's office to ask for a raise. He said he would think about it if I went for a walk with him after work. I agreed... I sat in the back seat of his car and there was a pink box with a collar on it. "Put on what's in the box, Carlie," my boss said. I opened the box and found a pink dog ear and a latex outfit inside. "You don't expect me to put this on, do you?"

Steve turned around as he closed the car door. "If you want that money, girl, then you put it on!" I sighed heavily and started to undress while my boss watched me in the rearview mirror. After I put on the outfit, Steve put the red collar on me and said, "Now we're going for a walk, and I expect you to walk beside me on all fours on a leash. If you're a good girl, everything will be fine." I slowly climbed out of the car and tried to keep up with him, which wasn't easy on all fours. After an hour of humiliating walking down the street.

My boss ran into the other members of management. I don't know if he planned it that way from the start or if it was just a coincidence. Bill, my other boss, recognized me immediately. "Carlie, what are you doing here?" I tried to ignore Bill when Steve spoke up. "You know, Carlie is my little puppy tonight." "Oh, I see, but Carlie isn't really a good name for a dog. How about we give her a more suitable name?" I blushed as they talked about me as if I wasn't there. "How about Dolly?"

They continued to joke about me for another half hour before we moved on. We slowly made our way back to the car. I sat down next to the car, breathing heavily, while my boss opened the trunk. I slowly looked up at him when he spoke. "You were a good girl tonight, Dolly. Next week, we'll discuss your pay raise with management. But maybe I could make a better case for you if you stayed with me all weekend. As my dog. If you want that, hop in the trunk, Dolly." At that moment, I wanted to get up and go home because my leg was hurting so much and I'd had enough humiliation for a lifetime. But I knew that if I didn't climb into the trunk, I wouldn't get a raise. "That's right, Dolly, good dog." We drove 20 minutes to my boss's house. Then he opened the trunk.

I slowly climbed out of the trunk. My legs were so stiff I could barely move them. My boss quickly attached the leash to my collar and pulled me into his house. We went into the living room, and then he said, "Sit, Dolly!" I couldn't move because of the pain, so I stayed still. "Now that we're home, let me tell you a few rules.

Rule 1: You must crawl on all fours everywhere. Rule 2: You are not allowed to speak, only bark and whine. Rule 3: You must be an obedient dog and do everything I command. If you break any of these rules, I will send you home immediately and you can forget about a raise. Do you understand, Dolly?" Now I understand why my boss doesn't have a girlfriend. But since I've come this far, I'm not going to give up now. I nodded. "No, no, Dolly, bark if you understand." I swallowed hard. "Woof..."

"Good girl. I guess you're hungry?" I nodded again. "No, Dolly, bad dog, I said you have to bark. One more time and I'll send you home." I quickly shook my head. "Woof woof."

My boss laughed and led me into the kitchen by my leash. He took out a red dog bowl and filled it with dog food. "Come on, little girl, you said you were hungry. You didn't think you were going to get human food, did you? You know, that's bad for dogs, and I don't want anything bad for you. Now eat!" I slowly bent down and sniffed the dog food.

Well, what can I say, it smelled like fried chicken. I could feel my boss's piercing eyes on my back. He didn't want to miss a single moment of my humiliation. I closed my eyes and started to eat. The first two bites went down easily. But then I started to taste it and almost puked.

"What's wrong, Dolly? You're not getting anything else, so don't even hope for it!" I slowly forced half of it down my throat, but I couldn't eat any more. I looked at my boss and let out a little whining sound to let him know I couldn't eat any more. He slowly walked over to me and patted me on the head. "You were a good girl today, Dolly. Why can't you be this obedient at work?" Steve laughed loudly and then led me out of the kitchen.

We went into the bedroom where he turned around and looked at me. "Sit down, Dolly... Stay!" I sat down and waited with my stomach still churning."I guess you're sleepy, Dolly? Time to go to bed." Finally, something good. I was very tired from all the walking. I started to climb onto the bed. "Dolly, you're not a bad dog! You're not going to sleep with me."

I didn't really know if I should be happy about not having to worry about my boss's molestation, but I was also a little afraid of what else he had in mind for me. He led me down to the basement, where a dog cage stood in the corner and a few boxes were covered up. I looked up at him nervously.

"Don't be afraid, Dolly. A bitch like you belongs in a cage so she doesn't cause any trouble while her owner is sleeping." I froze and didn't want to move. My boss said in an angry voice, "Either you climb into the cage or you go home without any money!" I slowly started climbing toward the cage. My boss opened the door and I climbed into it. Steve patted me on the head. "Good dog!" And he immediately closed the door on me.

"Now you're mine, Dolly!" he said and left the basement. What could he mean by that? He doesn't want to keep me here, no, he definitely doesn't. He can't do that to me. Or can he? These thoughts ran through my head as I slowly fell asleep.