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 in 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 demanded 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 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.