I have the greatest master who ever lived. He’s always so nice and gentle with me. Ever since I was a little lamb girl. Especially now when it comes to shearing day. I love days like these so much. Not only do I get the satisfaction of being sheared, but if I’m good, I get a little reward from him. And it just so happens that both of the criterias have been met. I sit on my little stool, patiently waiting for him to prepare his shears. Once he does, he pets me on the head and says, “Ready?” “Yeah,” I answer back with a giggle, “Now, remember, it’s still early, so we’re gonna need to be really quiet, ok?” “Yes, master.” “Good.” He turns on the shears and gets started. It’s always a remarkable sensation. Especially when it starts. They’re cold, but not unbearable, they vibrate, but because of certain adjustments that he’s made to them, it feels more like a massage, and words can’t begin to express the feeling of the air on my newly exposed skin. It’s otherworldly. He glides the shears from my back to my neck, scraping off the wool from my body. He then takes a moment to trim my hair to the style that I like, a short French bob with bangs. He really is the best. When he’s done with that, he stands me up, moving on to my legs and working up to my butt, watching out for my tail as he knows that it’s the one part that I don’t want to be sheared. Now it’s time for the front. He sits me back down and shears from my legs to my thighs, saving the most important area for last. He then moves to my arms, working towards my chest, exposing my breasts. He takes a moment to take them in his hand, earning light gasps from me in response. I have a feeling that this portion is our shared second favorite part. I love the feeling of his strong hands when he touches my chest and he loves the response he gets from me. After a few more moments of touching me, he decides to finish the session. He slides the shears from my tummy all the way to my abdomen, tending to my hips and waist. Now comes the best part of this entire session. The moment we both have been waiting for. He brings the now warm metal to my center, causing me to let out a slight moan from the touch, heat, and vibration. It feels sooo good. He looks directly into my eyes, giving me a grin as he guides the shears across my sex, escalating the pleasure. I bite my lower lip in an attempt to stifle my moans and he chuckles in response. “Almost there,” he whispers in a sultry tone, “You’re doing great. Just a bit longer and we’ll be done. Just be a good girl. And don’t. Make. A sound.” Easier said than done. But I am a good girl. I’m Master’s good girl. What he says goes. I grip onto my stool as he continues to shear the rest of my pussy, instinctively grinding against the shears as I look directly into my master’s eyes. “Hold it,” he orders, “Just a bit longer.” He then turns the shears around and presses it harder against me as he slightly speeds up his movements. I throw my head back as the overwhelming sensations travel throughout my body. I then start to feel my orgasm approaching, making it even harder to hold back my moans. He speeds up his movements even more and says, “You wanna cum, huh? You gonna cum for your master? Is your master gonna make you cum?” “Mmhm,” I reply, not able to say anything without letting a moan escape, “Yeah, I bet you really want to right now, don’t you? It feels too good, doesn’t it?” I frantically nod my head. “But we both know that you know better than to cum without your master’s permission, don’t we?” I nod my head again. I’m so close. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on for. But I’ll try for as long as I can. I wanna make my master proud. He’ll be so proud of me. Watch me, Master. I’ll be your obedient little sheep girl. I’ll only cum when you tell me to. But right as he’s about to say something else, we both hear a knock on the door, startling both of us. He turns off the sheers and I get off the stool, attempting to act natural. “Come on in,” he says. The door opens, revealing Debbie. Because of course it is. “Hey, sorry for interrupting,” she says, trying to act apologetic, “But someone’s here to see you, Master.” He sighs before placing down his shears and saying, “Alright. Thanks, Debbie.” He gives her a pat on the head before walking to the front door. Debbie then looks back at me with a smug grin. “Oooh, and right in the middle of shearing time,” she says in a patronizing tone, shaking her head, “Damn, you hate to see it.” I roll my eyes in irritation before sitting on my stool. “Hey,” she says, grabbing my attention, “You just gonna sit on your thumbs in sadness? Scram. He’s gonna bathe me when he comes back. And you know how thorough he likes to be. So get.” “Well, you know that he always finishes what he starts,” I snap back, “And seeing as my session was interrupted, it just means that your little flea bath is gonna be pushed back a bit. Now, leave, you mangy mutt.” “Well, that only applies to those he prioritizes more than anyone else. And last I checked, the phrase ‘Man’s best friend’ doesn’t apply to a glorified cotton ball.” “Yeah, some best friend you are. Who has friends that tear up their pillows, yell at the slightest inconvenience, and lick their faces after their tongue’s been on God knows what.” “Oh, trust me, he knows exactly where my tongue’s been. Because he puts his in the same place. And he loves it. Are you just mad that he prefers mine over yours?” “Shut up, you hydrant pissing bitch.” “Make me, you Scotsman attracting lambchop.” Alright, if that’s what you want. I stand up from my stool, walking directly in front of her face and she looks back at me, grinning and folding her arms. God, I wanna smack that fucking smile off of her face. But before I even raise my hand, I get an idea that’s even better. I bring my hands behind my back before saying, “You know what? You’re not even worth a fight. With how much nature’s nerfed you by turning you from a wolf into a bitch, I’d be the bad guy for turning you from a bitch to a whimpering...little...pussy.” Her smile slowly fades into a glare after that word gets uttered. Just like I thought she would. If there’s a definite way of pissing her off, just mentioning that word is a sure fire way of doing so. She clenches her fists before saying, “Take. That. Back.” “Or what?” I ask in a nonchalant tone before leaning in and punctuating it with, “Pussy?” She growls before shoving me, causing me to trip over my stool. She then tries rushing to me, but Master grabs her by her collar, holding her back as she tries to get to me. “Hey, woah, woah, what’s going on here?” he asks, I try explaining what happened, but Debbie tries talking over me, trying to spout some lies. So I try talking over her to set things straight. But he’s having none of it. “Ok, enough!” he shouts, silencing us both, “Not a word from either of you! Debbie, sit over there.” He points to the corner and Debbie obeys, whimpering as she does. “Rachel, you sit over there.” He points in the opposite corner and I do as he says. “Now, both of you stay there until you can coexist. Until then, I better not even hear a peep coming from this room. Do you understand me?” “Yes, sir,” we both say in unison. And with that, he walks out of the room and closes the door, leaving us alone to glare at each other until she sticks her tongue out at me before turning away. Real mature. I don’t know why she’s mad at me. This is all her fault. None of this would’ve happened if she just butted out. Now, thanks to her, Master’s upset with me. Some pet she is. She doesn’t even care. But what he said starts running through my head. Basically, we can’t leave until we play nice. So while she hates me and I hate her, we can at least let him know that things have simmered down. Or at the bare minimum, fake it. Hopefully, that’s enough. Now, obviously, I’ll need to make the first move because she’s too hard headed. So I take a breath, swallow my pride and say, “I’m sorry.” “Bite me,” she retaliates, not even looking in my direction. Well that didn’t go as planned. I scoff in defeat before settling in my corner. Minutes pass and we’re no closer to solving this issue than when it started. Jeez, how can someone who’s supposedly so loyal be so damn infuriating to be around? It’s maddening. She’s almost as stubborn as Mira. Why did she have to do this during shearing time? We were so close to the best part. The shears would’ve been out of the way and he’d claim me like the good, little, obedient sheep girl I am. I could’ve been riding my master, making him feel good as he thrusts his wonderful cock inside of me. But thanks to this stupid bag of fleas, the opposite’s happening. Fuck, what I’d give to relieve Master of his stress. Feeling him thrusting away his sorrow, hearing him moan out my name, seeing the look of pure bliss on his face as he uses me, tasting his delicious cum when he’s satisfied, and smelling the alluring aroma as a result of the fun we’d have. “For the lo- come on,” Debbie says in a hushed aggravated tone, “It’s called self restraint, you shameless pig.” Before I can ask what she’s going on about, I look down to see that my hand is gently sliding along my freshly shaven lower lips. Have I been touching myself this entire time? Wow, I must’ve really been into it. But that’s Master for you. Just the thought of him makes me so horny. But wait. Now it’s even better. I’m making Debbie uncomfortable. Good. I slide my fingers along my slit, giving Debbie the sassiest grin I can muster as I let out a light moan. “S-stop it,” she responds in disgust, shielding her eyes, “Maybe you should’ve thought twice before getting us in this mess,” I respond, keeping up my pace, “This is all your fault. My shearing time got cut short, so you’re gonna have to deal with it.” “You’re so disgusting. You really can’t wait until you’re alone?” “Not really. Why? I’m not hurting you.” “Quit it.” “Make me.” She looks like she’s really fighting with the idea of actually making me. Like she ever would. Even if she somehow could. Other than the fact that Master told us to stay put, this is a free country. I’ll toy with myself whenever I please. So I continue my self pleasure, slightly speeding up my movements as I bring a hand to my right breast. The sound of my wetness combined with the sounds of my increased breathing and slightly louder moans must be driving her up the wall right now. And she can’t do a single damn thing about it. “What’s wrong, Debbie,” I taunt through a moan, “Is this bothering you that much? Huh? Why don’t you do something about it, then? Come on. Make me stop. But don’t you move~.” I bask in my victory, giggling as I close my eyes and continue playing with myself. That is until my hands are swiftly moved to the wall above me. I immediately open my eyes, revealing Debbie blatantly disobeying Master’s orders. Oooooo. “You know you’re gonna get in trouble, right?” I say teasingly, “You started it,” she retorts, “I fucking told you to stop.” “Doesn’t matter. You disobeyed Master’s orders. And you know what that means, right? It means you’re a bad girl.” I smirk as I finish my statement, ensuring that she gets the message that she’s no longer the “Goodest of girls” or whatever the hell she calls herself. She’s now a bad girl. Now to wait for it to sink into her tiny brain. Wait, why is she not breaking? “Shut up,” she replies, “As far as he’s concerned, I’m still in the corner. And it’s not like he’d believe you if you told him I left. Now quit being fucking gro-” Before she can finish, I lean my body forward, connecting her knee in between my legs with my smooth, wet, shaven pussy. I manage to grind on her for a few seconds before she swiftly moves back, releasing me from her grip and quietly voicing her disapproval of my action as I look up at her and laugh. And as expected, she glares at me. “Oh, you think this is funny?” she asks, “Nope,” I answer, “I know it’s funny. Especially since it’s apparently fine when you do it, but when it’s done to you, it’s just plain wrong.” As I continue my laughter, I feel her grab onto my hair before pulling me to my knees. Before I can say anything, she brings her knee to my mouth, rubbing it against it. “So fucking gross,” she says as she makes me clean off her knee. I consider trying to fight back, but a thought occurs. Sure, I could kick her ass and we get into more trouble with Master, making this worse for both of us, or maybe I just make things a bit worse for her. As she grinds her knee along my mouth, wiping away my essence, I decide to help her out by opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue, dragging it across her leg. I fully expected her to absolutely freak out from this, but to my surprise, she’s still holding onto my head, maneuvering my mouth along her knee. Fine. Let’s take it up a notch. I maneuver myself slightly higher on her knee. She tries to gently push me back down, but I relent, moving onto her thigh. She then pulls me off of her, saying, “What the hell are you doing, you fucking weirdo?” I chuckle before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re the one shoving my face down there.” “You’re so fucking sick.” “You still shoved my face near there. So what does that say about you? Do you wanna tell me something, Debbie? Does puppy have something she wants to confess?” She blushes at my insinuation. Gotcha, bitch. But then she does something I would’ve never expected. She grips onto my hair, saying, “Alright, since you wanna go there, then fine. Have it your way.” She pulls my head up, bringing my lips in direct contact with her pussy. I’m completely in shock. What the hell is happening? Judging from her face, she’s just as confused as I am. How did we get here? My face is dead center of a dog’s cunt...and it’s...wet? Wait a minute, she’s wet? She wanted this to happen? I can’t believe this. Does she like me? Is this what she’s wanted this entire time? Is this why she’s constantly being a bitch to me? Well, whether or not that’s the case, we’re here now. So what the hell? Might as well finish what we started. I look directly into her eyes, slipping my tongue from my mouth and onto her damp pussy, dragging it along her slit. This grabs her attention as she says, “Jeez, you’re so fucking shameless.” After a few more licks, I briefly remove my mouth from her lower lips, replacing it with my hand, saying, “Says the girl who put me there in the first place. So either do something about it or shut up and enjoy it.” And with that, I spread her lower lips open before licking in between them, never breaking eye contact with her. I can tell in her eyes that she’s really enjoying this. I knew it. You really did want this all along, didn’t you, you little fucker? I bet you’re wet from watching me touch myself. Now who’s the shameless one, you fucking hypocrite? She starts to lose her balance, so I shift our positions, placing her on the wall as I continue pleasing her little cunt, which as much as I hate to admit, tastes really good. She tastes so damn sweet. I can’t get enough of it. But not only that, I start to hear faint, but noticeable sounds of her moans. She tilts her head back, bringing a hand to the wall to balance herself. She then lets out a sharp gasp, no doubt trying to hide the fact that she likes this. But she can’t hide that from me. It’s obvious. I then feel her other hand on the back of my head, pushing my face deeper in her pussy. She then starts grinding against my mouth, saying, “You can do better than that. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can really do.” Not wanting to disappoint, I accommodate her command. I bring my tongue to her entrance before wrapping my mouth around her lower lips. I then slide my tongue inside of her pussy and suck on it. She starts moaning louder as she grips my hair tighter. I suck on her harder, sliding my tongue in and out of her tight little pussy, earning more moans of encouragement. “Yeah, that’s better,” she moans, “Fuck me with your little tongue. Oh yeah, just like that. Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Oh, God, that feels so good.” Something about her encouraging words is really turning me on. Maybe it’s the moans. Maybe it’s just the fact that I have her at my mercy. Either way, it’s really doing it for me. And I want more. I suck harder and shove my tongue deeper, making her moan even louder. After minutes of tasting her sweet pussy, I feel her tightening around my tongue as her moans get louder. She’s about to cum. I thrust my tongue even faster and suck on her even harder, eventually causing her to let out a loud moan and convulse as she rides out her orgasm on my face, releasing her warm, savory, creamy cum. It tastes even better than I expected. Of course, I’ll be damned if I let her know that. After she calms down from her intense orgasm, I remove my mouth from her and give her a smug grin, causing her to give me a confused look. “Your turn,” I say, teasingly, “Yeah, no,” she retorts, “Uh, yeah, see, you kinda owe me. Not only for this, but you did sorta interrupt my special shearing time. So either you return the favor or I will. And if you ask me, it’s a pretty simple choice. I mean, all you need to do is make me cum.” She scoffs before turning her head away from me. I giggle before standing up to meet her, bringing a finger to her chin and turning her to face me again. “You can do that for me, can’t you?” I ask in a patronizing tone. She jerks her head from my hand before grabbing my wrists and pinning me to the wall. “Let me make this clear,” she snarls, “This means nothing. This is nothing more than a front to convince Master we’re on the same page. This never happens again. This is never discussed again. If it is, I’ll rip out your throat. Get it?” “Got it,” I respond in my nonchalant demeanor, “Good.” She then takes a breath before kneeling down in front of me. Now, this is what I like to see. Not so high and mighty now, huh? You think you’re so big and scary. You’re just a little puppy. She hesitantly leans her face closer and closer to my lower region, gently breathing on my awaiting pussy. I shudder at the subtle feeling of her breath as she inches closer and closer to my slit. After moments of agonizing anticipation, she finally makes contact with me, landing a light kiss on my pussy. Ok, fine. Make this more unnecessary than it needs to be. Leave both of us with ruined orgasms. I don’t care. I endure the light attention she’s giving. Small kiss after small kiss. It’s actually not that bad. It actually feels kinda nice. I mean, I wouldn’t be so unfair as to compare her to my own hand, but once I get past what I just did to her, I ca- oh my God, just do something already! I bring my hand to the back of her head, pushing her face into my cunt, saying, “Come on. Don’t be selfish. I expect the same treatment as I gave you and that’s what I’m gonna get.” She gives me a glare in response, but her performance starts to improve. I feel her tongue licking me. Fuck, that feels amazing. I hold her head steady, balancing myself on the wall as she continues licking my sensitive area. “That’s it,” I moan out, “That’s a good girl. Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like tasting my little cunt? I bet you do. I bet you wanna be my little bitch from now o-AGN!” She then does something I never thought she’d ever be able to do. She massages my clit with her tongue. Even Master hasn’t been able to find it. How she found it, I’ll never know, nor will I ever care. This is the greatest feeling ever. I bring both hands to the wall, trying not to collapse as I moan out in pleasure. I then feel her sucking on my clit, elevating the pleasure even more. My breathing gets shorter as my moans get louder and the pleasure grows with each second. Why is she so damn good at this? I then feel her slide two fingers inside of me. I’m at a loss for words. I’ve never been touched or licked like this before. I never knew such feelings were even possible. And to think the one introducing me to them is Debbie of all people. I wish I could hate it, but her fingers and tongue are making that completely impossible. “You were saying?” she says before licking again. I’m too enthralled with her magical hands and mouth to respond. She giggles, causing vibration on my clit as she pushes her fingers deeper into me. By this point, I feel my limit building more and more with each thrust of her fingers. “That’s it, Rachel,” she says, “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fucking fingers. Yeah. Give it to me. Give me your fucking cum.” After a few more thrusts, I grant her wish. I practically scream as I drench Debbie’s fingers in my fluids, uncontrollably spasming as the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm takes effect. It’s so intense, I lose all feelings in my legs and slide down the wall, landing on my butt. That. Was. Wow. Debbie removes her fingers from my body before bringing them to her lips, staring directly at me as she licks them clean. Fuck, she’s so hot right now. Thank God she can’t hear my thoughts. “There,” she says after cleaning off her fingers, “Now we’re even. So if I even sniff you during bath time, you’re dead.” I can’t even formulate a response in my head. I feel reborn. I mean, if she can make me feel like that, she can have her damn bath times. She then stands up and says, “But...you know...I kinda went above and beyond with you...I mean, you were clearly having a hell of a lot more fun than I was. So...maybe you can show me the same courtesy later. Just so we can really be even. Then afterwards, we never do it again.” I giggle at her request. Before she can ask me why, I say, “I knew you liked me.” “What?!” she responds, “Oh, nothing...baby.” She turns away and heads to the door, saying, “You know what? Just forget I said anything. I’m gonna take my bath with Master.” “But he said-” “To stay here until we coexist. And with both of us moaning like that, wouldn’t it be apparent that we did?” “Huh.” “Yeah.” She opens the door, but before she can walk out, I say, “Wait, Debbie.” She turns to me. “You’re on.”