While all this was going on upstairs, Sarah remained sitting on the sofa in absolute defiance. Her arms folded, legs crossed and foot bouncing in the air impatiently.
“Seriously,” she huffed after a while, “how long does it take to go to the bathroom”. She could hear muffled sounds of movement upstairs, and after a few long stretches of silence punctuated by a couple of disgruntled noises, she finally got to her feet.
“Guess I’ll go look for her” she grumbled as she left the living room and made a left turn into the kitchen.
“Mom?” She called as she headed over to the back door and looked out into the garden. When she didn’t hear any reply she rolled her eyes and turned back to the kitchen. She headed over to an open door on the far side of the kitchen. She stepped inside and found herself in a spacious utility room with a separate washer and dryer sitting beneath a countertop that had various cleaning products and an iron neatly arranged on top. A drying rack was mounted on hinges in such a way that it folded up against the wall, and an ironing board hung on a hook next to it. A large white chest freezer hummed away in the corner, and alongside it was what appeared to be a large circular cushion with raised sides, making it look like a soft plush dish. On the wall above that was a hook from which hung a band of brown leather. A golden shape hung from the bottom of it, and as she looked a little yellow light seemed to flash in the centre of the shape.
“The hell is that?” Sarah muttered as she stepped into the room to inspect it. As she did the door swung shut behind her with a solid click,
“The fuck?” She growled as she spun on her heels and grabbed the door handle. Try as she might she could not get it to open again, the handle rattling uselessly in her hands. There was a loud ‘DING’ noise from behind her, making her look back over her shoulder. There was now a yellow square hovering in the air above the leather strip. The words WEAR ME visible in the centre of it. Sarah walked over and took the strip off its hook, realising now the obvious fact that this was a dog collar. The golden metal bone hanging from a loop etched with a single word.
SAMMY
“Oh you can get fucked!” She hissed “there is no fucking way I’m being a god damn dog!” She added as she held the collar up, pinched between her finger and thumb. There was another dinging sound from the golden bone and the text in the square flashed again.
“Fat fucking cha-OW” a brief flash of pain shot behind her eyes and the text flashes
WEAR ME 1/3
“No. Fucking. Wa-EEEARGH”. The pain was sharper this time, but only fuelled her defiance as the text now read
WEAR ME 2/3
“There is no way in hell I’m wearing a fucking Coll-ARGH!” This time the pain actually made her eyes water a little, blurring the text box that now read
WEAR ME 3/3
CORRECTIVE MEASURES IMMINENT
“You know what!” Sarah could feel the anger boiling up now, spurred on by the pain. She ignored the countdown that began flashing within the projected box, and threw the collar down hard. The metal clinked on the floor as the collars bounced away. She turned away and stepped towards the door as she heard a sound like a small buzzer and the text in the box changed again.
CORRECTIVE ACTION REQUIRED
Sarah didn’t even have time to make a smart-mouthed comment as her whole body was racked with excruciating pain. It felt like every single cell was being tased at the same time. Her eyes bulged and her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her joints locked up and her entire muscular system tensed. After a second or two, even though it felt like hours, the pain stopped and she dropped to her knees, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand over her mouth as she felt a wave of pain induced nausea sweep over her. She could feel sweat beading all over her skin, and tears forming in her eyes.
“What…the…fuck…” she gasped as she took breaths to help the nausea pass. There was another Ding from the collar where it lay on the floor. The text box flashed again
SAMMY JEFFERSON
WEAR ME
NUDGE COUNT BEFORE FURTHER CORRECTIVE MEASURE REDUCED BY ONE
“What the fuck is going on” Sarah sobbed “this can’t be legal! I..FUCK!” Her hand flew to her forehead as she received a fourth nudge.
WEAR ME 1/2
Sarah’s breathing was ragged, and her she could feel her heart thumping with fear. She reached out a shaking hand and picked the collar up from the floor. She took a deep breath in, then blew it out hard through her nostrils. She undid the buckle on the collar and slipped it around her neck. She struggled a little to fasten it back up again, mainly because the sweat coating her palms caused the leather to slip from her grip a few times. Once she was satisfied it was secure she adjusted it so the metal bone hung down in front of her. The leather was surprisingly soft, and didn’t irritate her skin at all. She felt utterly ridiculous as she got her feet, a young woman in a designer cardigan, denim skirt, and trainers that would have cost someone on minimum wage a whole month’s salary. She steadied herself on the countertop above the washer and dryer, and ran a hand through her sweat damp hair.
“There!” She said to the air with furrowed brows “I’ve put the stupid collar on, what now?” As if in response the collar dinged again and the yellow text box was projected at the perfect distance for her to see it clearly.
IDENTITY CONFIRMED
NAME: SAMMY JEFFERSON
GENDER: MALE
SPECIES: CANINE - GOLDEN RETRIEVER
AGE : ADOLESCENT
FAMILY ROLE : KEIRON’S PET
To avoid further nudges or corrective measures, it is advisable to act within the parameters of this given role - WLV Management-
“Fucking pet!” Sarah balked as she fed the details of her new identity “you can’t seriously expect me to be someone’s pet, let alone the fucking Dorkette!” She whined. She stopped in her tracks as she felt a slight heat build behind her eyes.
“Ok,Ok” she raised her hands in a placating gesture “I’ll fucking play along for now, just don’t give me another fucking headache!” She waited for a moment and when nothing happened she breathed a sigh of relief. She walked back over to the door and tried the handle again.
“Urgh! Why is this still locked!?!” She pouted. There was another DING and the text box appeared again.
NEW TASK
MAKE ATTIRE ROLE APPROPRIATE
“Wha…but I’m wearing the stupid collar!”
DING
DOGS DO NOT WEAR CLOTHES
