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Archive name: sidewalk.txt (Mdom/Fsub, bd, spank)
Authors name: Leviticus (leviticusthebard@cableone.net)
Story title : Sidewalk Chalk

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Sidewalk Chalk (Mdom/Fsub, bd) 
by Leviticus (leviticusthebard@cableone.net)

***

As I stepped out of the doors onto the concrete patio 
behind my house, I looked up at the clear blue sky and 
smiled. It was a wonderful clear day, with temperatures 
in the high seventies and a slight breeze that felt good 
on my skin. There wasn't even any rain forecast, and that 
had given me an idea for something new for her to do.

I'd noticed that she had been restless of late, her daily 
routine keeping her occupied as it should, yet not quite 
as satisfied as before. I knew how important it was to 
have the occasional break. Variety is the spice of life 
and all that. So I tried to find something different for 
her to do every once and a while. 

Usually it was a trip out of the house, a rare treat 
after she had come to live with me full-time. She hadn't 
realized at first just what I had meant about her being 
here full time, I demand so much from her. Yet she 
adjusted and was happy. But this day she would only go as 
far as the back patio, and her task would be completely 
new to her.

I picked up a plastic box I'd bought the day before and 
moved towards an area of the patio I had cleared earlier 
that day. I loved the feel of the warm concrete under by 
bare feet, smooth and clean now because she spent 
yesterday polishing it. The concrete was ready for what I 
hoped would be an interesting afternoon.

I put the box down in the middle of the cleared area and 
opened it before turning to the patio doors and calling 
her. I waited patiently for her to appear, knowing that 
she could not move fast. I watched as she gingerly made 
her way over the doorsill before moving with a little 
more confidence across the patio towards me.

She was a beautiful sight, nude, her head down low, her 
long hair tied up in a ponytail for the moment. In 
contrast, her ass was her highest point, a truth more 
often than not in this house. Her smooth skin was marred 
only by the way it changed color from a light tan to a 
pinkish red, evidence of her latest spanking. Like this 
she crawled slowly towards me, her hips moving from side 
to side, her firm breasts visible and occasionally 
brushing the ground as she moved. 

Just a few chains kept her in this position. One around 
her waist, which I never removed, had been worn by her 
for a year now. It was connected to both of her ankles by 
two more separate chains that weren't long enough for her 
to stretch her legs out. Her wrists were connected to her 
collar in a similar way, with two separate chains only 
six inches long. Like this, all she could do was crawl, 
her head forced near the ground due to the shortness of 
her wrist chains. She could move about in other ways too, 
but she knew this was the preferred mode of movement I 
wanted her to use.

She stopped obediently in front of me and looked up at 
me, a curious smile on her lips. She knew this was a 
break in her routine and I knew she was happy about it. 
Rarely had these breaks turned into something bad for 
her, something that I put down to good planning on my 
part. Real life wasn't like a story, not everything 
worked every time, so I was careful when thinking of new 
things for us to try. I had no worries about today 
though, what she would be straining today was not her 
body.

Normally I would take a long chain from the corner of the 
patio and lock it to her collar, but decided not to 
today. The other end was locked to a ring I'd embedded in 
the concrete when I had laid the pad a year and a half 
ago. I knew she wasn't going anywhere trussed and 
unclothed as she was, but just for aesthetic reasons I 
liked to keep her chained to things anyway. As I let my 
eyes roam her delightful looking bondage I said with a 
smile, "You look good!"

She smiled back and winked. "Thank you, Sir. I can say 
the same about you!" Her eyes looked at my own bobbing 
nudity.

I chuckled. My yard was completely screened from prying 
eyes during the spring and summer by thick foliage and 
well built fences. There was no place in the yard you 
could go and be seen by any of our neighbors, so I rarely 
saw the need to wear clothes around the house. She never 
wore any except for those rare occasions when she was 
seeing someone from outside our circle of friends. I 
think it had been at least a month since she'd last put 
on anything.

I grinned and bobbed a bit more just to entertain her, 
and then moved to the box. "Stay there; kneel," I ordered 
and she gladly got up from all fours to sit back on her 
feet, her knees spread slightly, her hands now hanging 
just above her breasts, her forearms covering them. She 
looked like a begging puppy in that position, I had to 
smile until I noticed her mistake.

I looked at her and frowned, and with a start she lifted 
her elbows out away from her sides, uncovering her 
breasts. She was good at remembering the positions I was 
training her in, but still she forgot the little things 
from time to time. I wasn't worried; there was no hurry 
to have her become perfect. So I smiled and nodded before 
taking something out of the plastic box.

She looked at what I held with a puzzled expression, as 
well she should. "Chalk, Sir?" she asked.

I smiled and bent over, holding the thick blue chalk in 
my hand. I started to draw a line, walking backwards as I 
did so, turning four times until I had drawn a fairly 
even square about ten feet on each side. Then I returned 
the chalk to the box.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"For what?" she asked, looking up at me with a slightly 
worried expression.

"Art. I have here a box full of sidewalk chalk, lots of 
different colors to choose from. Your task for today is 
to fill this square with Art."

"Art..." she said with a chuckle, "You know I can't draw, 
don't you?"

"Oh, everyone can draw with sidewalk chalk. I'm not 
asking for Picasso here, but I want a good effort from 
you. Make me happy and I'll treat you later," I said, 
watching her smile at the word `treat'. "But I'll also be 
equally unhappy if you waste your time out here. Then you 
get to treat me!"

Her smile faded a little and I could see that she just 
realized that this wasn't just a casual way for her to 
spend some time. She knew I expected something from her 
today, something that was representative of her training. 
I sometimes set her tasks to teach her something or 
reinforce past lessons, and while this one wasn't as 
critical as I figured she thought it was, I hoped that 
she would learn something about herself.

As for her treating me, well, that usually meant a 
session without a safe word. It's not that I would do 
anything horrible to her, our tastes were too similar for 
me to treat her like that. But the fact that she had lost 
that final bit of control over her life put an edge on 
our play that always made it more fun for me than for 
her. It was a useful way of punishing her or at the very 
least, giving her incentive to push herself just a little 
bit further.

I walked out of the square and gestured at the box of 
chalk. "It's all yours," I said, "You have the afternoon 
but don't feel rushed. I'll do supper tonight and if you 
aren't done by the time we eat then you can work on it 
some more after that. I'm more in favor of quality than 
quantity, but having the square full by the time dusk 
comes would be in your favor."

With that, I turned and left her alone to ponder her 
task, wondering what she would do with it.

As I said before, not every plan was a winner. One time I 
drove her twenty miles to a friend's farm where I had 
planned on her hauling hay bales naked and chained. Ten 
minutes into the task she stepped on a rake hidden in the 
loose hay and cut up her foot. Another time we went to 
visit this supposed private lake only to be nearly 
arrested for indecent exposure. 

Then there was the time I didn't pay enough attention to 
the state of her health and she ended up almost choking 
in a coughing fit while wearing a full helmet. Little 
things like that make me more cautious now, and anyone 
reading this should do likewise.

Once I was in the house I turned to watch her for a while 
through the glass wall. The glass was tinted so she 
couldn't see me inside, and I could sit only ten feet 
from her and monitor what she was doing. What she was 
doing was just staring at the square. She had a red piece 
of chalk in one hand and I could see the puzzlement on 
her face. What she had said about not being artistic was 
true, but then I meant what I said about it not mattering 
too much. Hell, even four year olds can draw with 
sidewalk chalk, which was where I got the idea 
incidentally, from watching the kids a few houses down.

What mattered more with this task was how she attacked 
the problem rather than the end result. She had a choice 
of either blowing it off and doing some so-so work or 
actually making a real effort. I was betting on the 
effort, for she was that kind of a woman. If she hadn't 
been, I wouldn't have been in love with her.

Sure enough after a while, she bent low and made her 
first mark.

It must have been awkward drawing like that, in the 
chains that bound her and restricted her movements so 
much. But that was a part of the challenge, an important 
part. It hadn't taken her long to learn that her 
restraints were not just the tools of occasional play, 
but a fact of her continuing life with me. She existed, 
therefore, she was restrained.

Granted, most of the time what she wore was hardly 
restricting, after all she was human and had to live. But 
pretty much from the time she moved in with me she was 
never completely free of something. Complete free range 
of movement was no longer something she took for granted 
as she was either being locked to herself or to something 
else all the time. So she was used to doing things this 
way now.

Watching her work I marveled at how she got around, 
shuffling on her hands and knees, bent low because of the 
short chains on her wrists. Quite often she would have to 
spread her knees wide in order to work and I would catch 
a glimpse of the silver ring in her clitoris hood. At 
other times she would attempt to sit on her side, but it 
was too restrictive for drawing so she only did so when 
taking a break. She would even roll over and lie on her 
back, her knees forced up in the air, her arms pulled to 
the sides of her chest. 

She presented quite a picture that way, one that tempted 
my bobbing nudity, but I didn't want to interrupt her 
that way. Then there were her bathroom breaks, which 
automatically had her crawling to a particular flowerbed. 
That had been hard to train into her at first, but with 
patience was finally accomplished.

From time to time I came out and gave her water to drink, 
for the sun was quite strong, and each time I looked at 
the work she'd done without commenting, relying on my 
poker face not to give anything away, and she would kneel 
and look up at me nervously, probably wondering if I was 
satisfied with her progress. I wanted her to keep 
wondering, so without a word I would leave her alone 
again.

But it was hard to stay silent after I had seen what she 
was doing. 

I'd expected her to fill the space with random designs or 
little drawings of simple things, but she was actually 
working on something big, something that snaked from one 
corner to the opposite. It was rough, badly drawn in 
places, and smudged from where she had crawled over it, 
but it was recognizable as a large dragon and I was 
amazed. She had more talent than either of us had given 
her credit for, and I was happy to see her put in such 
effort.

Speaking of effort, it was one for me to tear myself away 
from watching her in order to cook supper. I was tempted 
to order out and thought, 'why not?' I called for pizza 
from our regular place, asking for our regular delivery 
guy. Then I went back to the window to watch her some 
more.

She looked so beautiful, hunched over, her pony tail 
coming slowly apart, her body covered in sweat that made 
her skin look like it was glowing. All over her there 
were also smudges of color from the chalk, on her hips 
and legs, especially her knees, and on her forearms and 
hands. 

I was surprised to see chalk on her face until I saw her 
brushing a fly from her cheek. But I wasn't surprised to 
see her nipples a multicolored mess for to bend down as 
low as she had to it was inevitable that she would brush 
her breasts against the concrete at some point. In fact, 
that was one of the reasons I'd put her hands in such 
chains in the first place. She turned and I had to smile, 
for there were smudge marks on her butt as well. I 
wondered how they got there.

Entranced, I watched her until the doorbell rang and then 
I went to greet our favorite pizza guy, inviting him in 
to see the show. Now, you might think it strange that I 
would do that, but we had a sort of an arrangement. This 
was the lucky guy who'd delivered the first pizza to us 
after she had moved in. I had made her accept the 
delivery and pay for it naked as a punishment, 
embarrassing the hell out of her, but I wasn't quite 
done. 

As the guy was leaving with a big grin on his face, I 
intercepted him at his car and had a quick talk with him. 
I asked him if he'd had fun, he did. I then asked for and 
got his name. Then I told him that if he kept quiet about 
what he saw when he delivered here, that we would ask for 
him exclusively and he would get to see a lot more; but 
make a noise and I would be very unhappy. 

Now people always seemed to understand what I meant by my 
being unhappy, and few ever wanted to test that state of 
mind. This guy wasn't one of them. He wasn't stupid, he 
knew he was on to a good thing, especially when I tipped 
him a twenty each time he came. So from that point on he 
did all our deliveries and got to see my love in all her 
loveliness, which always embarrassed the hell out of her.

From time to time, when she was indisposed, I'd have to 
answer the door myself after pulling on a pair of shorts, 
and if prudent I'd ask the guy in to see what she was 
doing. Of course, she wouldn't know he was there and as 
far as I know she never would know. But I knew it was an 
extra special treat for this kid and he always went away 
smiling.

Now I don't know if he confessed what he was seeing to a 
few of his buddies or not, I know that I would have a 
hard time keeping a secret like this. But after a year 
there had been no problems, so I wasn't worried.

This night, we stood on the other side of the tinted 
window from her and talked casually about how she looked, 
something we had started to do only recently. He was 
polite about it, never resorting to crude language or 
descriptions, and I could tell he was aroused as well he 
should have been. And he had a big grin when I finally 
got him out of the house again.

I was smiling myself while I put food on some plates and 
carried them outside, and when she saw it was pizza she 
turned a bright red.

"Did he?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Did he what?" I replied, taking a bite from a slice of 
heaven.

She hesitated, and then shook her head, "Nothing."

I knew she was mortified at the thought of maybe being 
seen. I chuckled, inside that is.

I fed her by hand as was my custom and afterwards I set 
her back to work. Her drawing was coming along really 
well, with the dragon fleshed out, green scales and all. 
It was still rather crude but the attempt showed care and 
a plan. There was still a lot of space to fill though. I 
also wondered why she had picked a dragon to draw, but as 
before I said nothing about it except "Get back to work!"

She bowed and said, "Yes, Oh Master of the Pizza," before 
turning away with a smile.

I chuckled and headed back inside.

I deliberately left her alone this time, going into my 
den to do some work. What I really ended up doing was 
playing some computer games, anything to take my mind off 
of what was happening outside. I was therefore quite 
surprised when a few hours later I heard her crawling 
into the room.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Done Sir. Do you want to come see?" she asked.

I blinked, "Really? You're done?"

She gave me a look, one that women do so well and I knew 
not to doubt her ever again. So with a smile I found my 
keys and unlocked the chains that kept her legs from 
straightening, and turned them into a hobble chain 
instead.

She stretched in relief before standing with my help, and 
she shuffled along behind me back out to the patio.

She hadn't quite filled the square, but it was good 
enough, and it looked great, considering how she wasn't 
really an artist. A large dragon snaked from one corner, 
diagonally across the square to the other corner. While 
in the two empty corners two smaller dragons lay curled 
up. Empty space was filled with drawings of flowers and 
what looked like birds although the jury is still out on 
that one. And there were even small houses dotted around. 
It was a fantastic effort, I couldn't have asked for more 
from her. I was very proud. But I still didn't let it 
show, and I knew she was worried about that.

I turned and took her by the arm, walking her over until 
she stood right in the middle of her drawing. She was 
filthy, covered in chalk and sweat and a little mud from 
the flowerbed; a multicolored mess yet lovely all the 
same. She looked wonderful standing on her dragons. I 
didn't take my eyes off her as I reached for the hose I 
had set up earlier.

"You need a bath," I said as I turned it on.

I washed her down with the hose, spraying her bare body 
as she stood there shivering. The water cascaded down her 
elegant body before pooling at her feet and running to 
the edge of the patio in a rainbow-like swirl. In a 
couple of minutes she was clean and I put the hose away 
before gathering a towel to dry her. As I dried her I 
held her close, standing with her on the remains of her 
drawing, loving her.

For some reason she was crying, and the closeness I felt 
for her almost made me cry too. But I still had one thing 
left to ask her.

"What did you learn today?" I asked softly, holding her 
tenderly.

She looked up at me, eyes red, hands still chained to her 
collar, before stepping back and looking down at what 
remained of her hours of work.

She sniffed and said, "What did I learn? I learned that 
sometimes you can be a real shit!" And then she hobbled 
into the house, leaving me alone in the setting sun.

Like I said, sometimes things don't work out the way you 
plan.

Be prepared.

End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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