I awoke to a soft insistent buzzing and a tingling in my wrist and ankle. Slowly coming awake from my dozing I noticed the big dog was still on the bed with me, fast asleep. I gave his head a soft pat and slid off the bed, stretching and yawning, half awake. The piece of paper caught my eye.

Again, the typing was neat and the message extremely short, "Dinner will be served in the main room. You will attend. Do not over dress for this evening. Your ankle tag must be highly visible. Do not forget this point. Failure to do so will have consequences".

Looking at the dog fast asleep on my bed I thought about the very stern consequences of any failure on my part to please or conform. I was trapped and the Master and his staff knew it. With a glance at the closet I slowly stripped off and just dumped my things on the floor and stood in the shower, the bracelet going into its holder. The warm soapy water cleaning me thoroughly, my hair sparklingly clean.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in a huge towel I giggled as I watched the dog slowly start to wake and look at me. With a soft growl he sat up and then rolled over back to sleep. The growl reminding me who was in charge. Slowly I reached into my pantie drawer and selected a pair of plain gold coloured cotton knickers and slipped them on. Matching the panties with a plain gold coloured bra, ever mindful of the order not to overdress, being ever so quiet to not risk disturbing the dog. The fear rushing back to me as I recalled the pain of the barn and the power of the Master and his big dog.

The tag had to be visible so I opted for the short power blue and tennis dress with gold piping on the seams and humiliatingly matching powder blue and gold ankle socks and hair band. The chunky tag still absolutely visible along with the bracelet. Of course wearing the tag completely ruined the nice-ness of the outfit, there was no getting away from that but at least the outfit was of a high quality. With a touch of make-up already on, I then decided not to test Masters temper and re-did my make-up from scratch, aware all of the time that the dog was now awake and getting restless.

Rummaging around the closet I found a new pair of Nike pink trainers. With nice lovely pink and yellow laces. Finally with a last look in the mirror I spray a quick fizz of perfume all over me. The light airy scent is new to me and smells lovely but for some reason the huge dog jumps from the bed right onto the floor and back again, barking loudly, now full of energy. With my back pressed to the wall, he simply sits ever so closely in front of me, eyes alert and full of energy. Moving along the wall, I edge slowly towards the door, closely followed by the big dog. I wonder what I have done that made him so bouncy and so alert and full of power.

With a deep breath I manage to get the door into the main hallway open and with the dog close at my heels I walk softly to the main door to the main dining room and stop in front of them, the dog at my side. Pushing them open I enter and walk to the side of the table, skirt swaying, blushing hard at the thought of my ponytail bouncing and panties flashing as I walk, head bowed, to the side of the table. Standing silent and still, hands at sides.

Humilitated by the fact that for all the expense of the outfit, the effect is ruined by the chunky trailer-trash convict alarm ankle tag. Blushing hard as I think about that fact, I keep my head bowed and remain silent.