Curled up on the sofa and reading my magazine, I began to hear a faint, faint buzzing sound and then I realised that the tag on my ankle was vibrating and the vibrations were getting stronger and stronger. Looking round I was very puzzled, I couldn't see anyone or anything in the room but got up anyway to explore the suite. As I walked I felt a sharp shock to my ankle making me cry out in pain and causing me to stumble and fall. Crawling to the sofa I lift myself on to it, tears rolling down my face, heavy sobs echoing in the empty suite. "Please, pleeeeeeease make it stop....pleasee...I don't know what I done....I'm sorrrrryyyy" I cry out, sobbing even harder.

Just managing to stand, I lean on the back of a chair and squeak in terror. Outside is the huge dog, sitting neatly on the decking, nice and dry under the roof. Crying even harder, I realise what I'm supposed to do and hold out my bracelet to the lock on the doors to the decking. With a soft click they unlock and without warning the dog sits up even straighter. "Ohhhhh....noo..." with a trembling hand I open the doors and he glides in, easily at home and sits right in front of the sofa, at ease and happy with himself. "Ohhh.....please...please....I'm sorrrrryy.....please" I cry out again and again as the tag shocks me as the dog sits very still.

Feeling very afraid of the huge powerful animal, I back towards the bedroom but his growls stop me instantly. Staying very still, I desperately try and get hold of myself. Softly sobbing at the realisation of just how much power Master and his trusted staff now have over me. Shakily, I walk very slowly to the sofa and sit down as the dogs eyes track me. "Please.....anyone....I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done. I didn't cross the black lines. I promise..." crying even harder, ".....I promise I'll be good."

Sitting there I realise the dog is holding a lead in it's mouth and looking to the doors. "Ohhh......noooo" I think to myself, "Please I can't face the dog and the storm" Crying a bit harder, I notice the dog has dropped the lead and come even closer. Suddenly I cry out in pain again, as the shocks get worse.

Reaching forward, I snatch the lead and clip it to the dogs collar. Walking to the closets in the bedroom, I rummage around until I find a suitable out door coat...a big, long, bright pink and silver, stupidly sissy thick jacket. Hurrying to make the shocks stop, "Please...please....pleasee" I call out again to no reply. Not wanting to get to wet I rummage around and find a matching pink and silver hat and pull that on.

Carefully I pull girlie boots on and rush into the room with the dog to find him waiting at the doors. In shear panic, I look at the other end of the lead and realise I don't even have to hold it as it clips to my bracelet. Stupidly I drop the lead and the shocks stun me again, this time from the bracelet to. "Please...okay.....please.....I'll behave" With a loud sob I clip my bracelet to the lead but surprisingly the big animal doesn't tug me around but sets off on a slow walk around the paths.

With my shear terror, now subsiding into blind panic, I realise just how big the estate is as I carefully stay in the centre of the path with the huge dog at me side. The ankle tag now just tingling as the dog leads me to a block at the end of the house. In a panic and screaming I realise, although it's an open barn, all the edges at painted in black but the dog doesn't even hesitate and crosses the line as trained to. Screaming I'm dragged with him and a second later, I feel an explosion of pain as both my ankle tag and bracelet shock and stun me.

Unable to cope, humiliatingly, I vomit everywhere as I'm driven to my hands and knees by the pain. Sobbing incoherently, with the dog clamly sat next to me, I fall onto my side and then curl up and cry harder until eventually the shocks stop. Not daring to move, even as the sky darkens, I lie there, sissy jacket now dirty, make up ruined, smelling faintly of vomit. Reduced to a tearful bundle of clothes, perfume and utter weakness and fear. Real fear at the power Master and his trusted ones have got. I call and cry out begging like a weak little sissy for some one to come.

Humiliatingly, I realise, that I need someone to rescue me as I could never force myself back across the line.