3 comments/ 88461 views/ 5 favorites Puppy By: darthkytten Mistress was displeased. She looked at me with cold eyes and a menacing smile. "My little pet has forgotten herself." She said, that smile cutting into me, making me choke back a whimper that almost involuntarily rose to my lips. Instead though, I gave her a little impetuous grin, a challenging look. She raised an eyebrow, shook her head and reached out and grabbed my collar, forcing me to the ground on hands and knees and staring at me with a hard, disbelieving look. "No No My dear, this will not do." Her eyes flicked around the room a moment, looking for something, then she looked back down at me. "Stay," she ordered and stalked out of my field of vision. I considered disobeying, but a second later, she was back, and a click behind my head and a quick tug told me that she had clipped the chain link leash onto my collar. Not a word was spoken before she dragged me to the corner and tied the other end of the leash off at a ring in the wall. Looking down once more, she shook her head, the smile gone. Trembling from the roughness of her handling, I cast my eyes down and whimpered a little. "Naughty little puppy," She admonished, and the words sent chills through me. She walked away again, and I peeked up to see what she was doing, in the next moment wishing I hadn't. Coiled at her hip was the whip. She saw my furtive look and returned it with a severe one, even as she shook it out across the floor. It snaked towards me with a hiss and a crack that made me cringe away from it, backing into the corner and attempting to disappear through the very wall. She stalked towards me and dragged me forwards once more by the collar. "Keep still girl." It was then I shut my eyes. I heard her walk away again, then heard the hiss again as it curled through the air and felt the searing sting as the light mesh panties I had been wearing disappeared with the whip into some oblivion. Another lash and my bra disappears too, and there I was, naked and chained to the wall under the wrathful gaze of the woman I worshipped. There was a rustling next, sounded like paper. Weird. The she was back beside me, her hand on my collar, pressing my shoulders down, my bottom raising high and vulnerable into the air. "So you want to be a naughty puppy." She chided, but with a hint of a smile in her voice and I heard yet another swish through the air, before a thudding stinging sensation burst across my behind. It was followed up my several more firm swats. They made me wriggle furiously and I could feel dampness building between my legs, but there was no real pain. I looked up at her curiously, and caught her mid swing, arm raised, smiling down at me as she brought the rolled up news paper down onto my bottom again. I wriggled and yelped a little. She spanked me a long time like that, and despite the fact that it was only newspaper, my bottom grew red, and I began to whimper and writhe, pressing my bottom further up into the air, my legs spreading for my Mistress, displaying my arousal for her eyes and hers alone. She moaned, and the next slap on my ass was from her hand. Then she moved behind me, and next thing a hard tip was pressing against my pussy. No caressing, no gentle seduction. My Mistress was simply going to fuck me. I knew that in the instant she pressed deep into me and thrust her toy inside, holding my hips firm and began to pound in and out of my yielding pussy. She looped the chain around her hand and pulled back on it, pulling me back onto her as my moans and whimpers of pleasure echoed around the room, mingling with hers. Her cries became louder and her breathing more ragged, and then she was gone, gone from inside me, leaving me wanting, mewling pathetically, my hips seeking her again. She chuckled at my need and slapped my bottom hard. My pussy ached deliciously, denied release, never have I felt so submissive to my beautiful Mistress. She smiled with satisfaction, and, standing up, moved over to lay on the bed, patting the space next to her. "Here girl," she said, and I was up there in an instant, nuzzling her, pressing into her. She put her arms around me, smiling indulgently as I moaned with unfulfilled need. I rolled onto my tummy and she turned towards me, kissing me softly and wrapping one leg over mine and separating my thighs. Her fingers caressed my bottom and dipped down to my pussy, fingertips brushing lightly across the smooth wetness. Minutes drifted by like that, I lost in an erotic haze, my entire being at her fingertips. We fell asleep like that, she sated, me feeling loved to the core, my desires at her mercy. How long we slept, I don't know. I woke up with fingers pistoning in my pussy, hand curled in my hair roughly, teeth at my neck. I woke up moaning and panting. I woke up writhing, screaming with pleasure. I woke up cumming for her. Afterwards, we melted together, her arms enfolded me once more and as I floated in a warmth that seemed to consume all of my being. I was hers. Puppy Girl Aven Ch. 01 Aven awoke in her lil doggie bed at the foot of her master's king sized bed. She stretched with a yawn and looked about lazily. She debated on going back to sleep for another hour or so, but the smell of bacon was strong through the house. So instead she decided to go beg her master for a piece. Down the steps she crawled and through the living room into the kitchen. Her master stood in front of the stove tending to a pan full of bacon strips. The table was set for two and already pancakes sat on a plate in the middle as well as a second plate of bacon. She thought this curious and whimpered up at her master. He looked down at her and smiled. He walked over to the table and picked up a piece of bacon which he dropped to the floor. Aven scampered over on all fours and licked it up off the floor and chewed it up and swallowed, then looked at him again. He reached down and petted her head and smiled. "Good girl," he said, and went back to the stove. She crawled over after him and sat near his feet staring up at him. He ignored her however, and continued to cook. Her tummy rumbled and she then decided to find her doggie bowl for more of a breakfast. It was where it always was, in the corner of the kitchen sitting next to her water bowl. She pushed her head into the dog food and ate it, and her master smiled as he heard her crunch down on the hard pieces. She had eaten half the bowl when she was finally full. She took a drink from the water before she crawled into the living room to take a nap. She hadn't been laying down for long when she heard the door bell ring. She lifted up her head and looked at the door until her master stole her focus. He came in and smiled at her, which told her it was someone she could be allowed to be seen by, and laid her head back down, keeping her eyes on the door. Her master opened it and she heard the greeting female voice of a common visitor to their home. Ellen walked in and gave master a hug. Trailing behind her was her slave, Isabel. They came in and exchanged their pleasantries, except Isabel who stood silently behind her mistress with downcast eyes. Ellen was pretty, and so was Izzy. Both had brown hair and blue eyes except Izzy was much tinier than her mistress. Her master still stood tallest and Aven still stood smallest, especially since she was a puppy girl and on all fours constantly. Master lead the two into the kitchen, and Aven got up and followed a few minutes later. Master and Ellen sat at the kitchen table, while Isabel kneeled at her mistress' side on the floor. Ellen was of course regaling her master with one of her recent adventure stories and he was listening. His eyes were distracted however by the sight of his lil puppy girl entering the kitchen, and he smiled as he saw her. Aven crawled beneath the table and laid down close to her master's chair. She rested her chin on his shoe and listened in on the conversation, since she too liked Ellen's tales. From what Aven could tell from being beneath the table, it was a pleasant breakfast. The two had laughed a lot and Aven even got two pieces of bacon snuck to her from Ellen's plate which she lapped happily from the floor. She even noticed a smile from Izzy as she did so. "Now John, as to the reason of our visit..." Ellen started. Aven's ears perked up at this, and she listened contently from beneath the table catching Izzy blush a bit. "Isabel has confided in me," Ellen continued, "That she envies the life that your lil slave girl lives." Aven smiled as she watched Isabel blush deeper. "Is that so?" her master inquired. "Yes, John" Ellen answered. "Apparently she wants to experience being a puppy herself. You know I don't care much for training puppies, nor do I know anything about it to even do it if I cared to." Her master laughed at this and Aven sat up and laid her head on his lap. Her master reached his hand down and stroked her hair. She gently licked at his hand and then laid her head back down on his thigh and he continued to stroke her hair. "So what exactly is your proposition Ellen?" Her master asked. "I should think it quite obvious, John." Ellen answered. "You want me to give her a taste I take it." "Yes." Master thought about this a minute, and then said, "Fine, shall we begin today?" Ellen smiled and nodded, "I shall leave her here then, when a week is through I shall be back, and John, you have my permission to treat her just as you would your sweet Aven, in every way..." Puppy Girl Aven Ch. 02 Ellen stroke Izzy's hair and then stood up to leave, Master walked her out and then returned and stood in the door way. Aven crawled a bit forward so that her head peeked out from underneath the tablecloth. Master laughed when he saw Aven do this and then held out his hand. Aven bounded over to him and licked his hand. He stroked her down the top of her head and she sat in front of him. Then master directed his attention to Izzy who had remained in her position with her back to him and head down. "Izzy," Master called. "Yes, sir?" Izzy answered. "Izzy, puppies don't wear clothing. Why don't you go up to the bedroom and remove your clothes. Then I want you to crawl down the steps and join me and Aven in the living room, ok?" "Yes, sir." Izzy answered and stood up and walked out of the kitchen. Master looked down at Aven into her big round eyes and smiled, "C'mon, girl." Aven followed her master into the living room and laid next to the couch as master sat down on it and turned on the TV. She laid there for a few quiet moments; her eyes shut and listened to the TV drone on, before she heard the clumsy crawling of Izzy trying to make it down the steps. Aven smiled as she remembered herself within her first attempts of crawling down the steps. Izzy made it though, and then crawled past Aven and kneeled before her master. Izzy placed her hands behind her back, bowed her head, and spread her knees apart. Master looked down at her with a raised brow. "What are you doing, Izzy?" he asked. Aven raised her head and watched. "Sir, I'm awaiting your instructions." Master smiled and leaned forward, "Ok, Izzy. Let me explain some things. You are a puppy now. You no longer use words. You will bark and whimper and all that other good doggy language, ok?" "Yes, sir." Izzy answered. Master sighed, "What did I just get through telling you?" he asked. "I'm sorry, sir." Master hung his head low at this, "Come with me Izzy," Master commanded. Izzy went to stand up and follow, and when master caught sight of this he grabbed her at the back of her head by her hair and pushed her down on all fours; her face low to the ground. "I have yet to see a dog walk on two legs, slut!" Master yelled. Izzy whimpered and master let go over her, "Now come with me, Izzy," He commanded. Izzy crawled after him up the steps, "You too, Aven," He yelled down to her. Aven scrambled up the steps and passed Izzy. She headed straight to the bedroom and crawled over to her doggie bed where she curled up and laid down her chin resting on the edge of the cushioning to get a view. Once Izzy had crawled inside, Master shut the door and commanded her to stay. Izzy stopped where she was. Master pulled one of Aven's old collars from a drawer and walked back over to Izzy and bent down to fasten it round her neck. Once done he pointed to a cage that sat in the corner of the room. Izzy looked up at him confused. Master grabbed her by the collar and dragged her over to the cage and shoved her inside. As Izzy spun around the cage door was slammed in her face and locked shut. Then master spun around and looked down at Aven who was staring up at him with bored eyes. He snickered when he saw this and laid down on the bed. Aven crawled out of her bed and jumped up on his. Master laughed and stroked her hair. Aven was interested in something else though, and sniffed at him all the way down to his cock. She nuzzled him there until she heard a moan escape her master's lips. Then she backed off of him and looked at him begging and whimpering. Master unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiff cock. Aven leapt forward and thrusted her mouth around him pulling him deep into her throat. Master moaned, and Aven sucked at him harder. Master then flung her down on the bed on her back, and Aven shrieked. Master climbed on top of her and between her legs. He pulled off his jeans and pulled off his shirt before he plunged deep inside her. Aven moaned deeply at her master's thick cock inside her. She ran her tongue up his neck and then kissed her way back down. Master held her in his arms and fucked her gently. Izzy whimpered from within her cage, as Aven's moans increased in their erotic volume... Master fucked Aven for a good hour before pulling out of her and Cumming on the bed. Aven's own juices had pooled on the sheets beneath her. She lay on the bed panting wildly. Master picked her up and laid her in her bed on the floor, and she closed her eyes there. He then went and unlocked the cage door and ordered Izzy to crawl out. Izzy did so and then stopped when she was free of its confinement. "Lick the bed clean, Izzy," master ordered. Izzy hopped up on the bed and slid her tongue all over the fluids that were there, tasting her master and his puppy slut there. She moaned as she did so and master came up behind her and thrust two fingers inside her wet cunt. He stroked the inside of her cunt and then laid a smack across her ass as she licked the bed. "Good girl, Izzy," Master said when she had finished and pulled his fingers away. "You want a treat?" Izzy barked at him, and this made master smile. He reached into a container by the bed and pulled out a dog treat. Izzy's eyes opened wide. "What's wrong puppy? Too good for you?" Master asked. Izzy hung her head. "Oh well then, guess you'll be going hungry for awhile since you don't like dog food." Master then called Aven over who got up sleepily and rounded the corner of the bed. Master held the treat down for Aven to take, and she did between her teeth and then retreated back to her bed to eat it. "You're in for a long week, Izzy," Master said. Puppy Girl Ch. 01 Hi, this is my first time doing anything, but I really like this site, and thought it was my turn to contribute. I have an idea where this is going, but please review, help and suggestions are very welcome!! ***** "Mmmm Brooke, yea, ohh just like that..." Mike grunted between strokes. "mmm I'm gonna come..." I grabbed his shoulders, rocking my hips up and down, gyrating and bouncing on his hard cock, buried inside me. I was getting close, even though it's far from my favorite way to fuck... Finally I was feeling the build, the warmth growing, I wanted more, I sped up, took as much of him as I could. Suddenly he sprung up, wrapped his arms tight around my back, and held me close. He grunted loudly, and I felt my pussy getting glob after glob of his cum, he held me that way for a minute or so. I was breathing heavy, but coming down, I hadn't cum, and just when I was almost at the breaking point, he stopped me let it go. My pussy being filled is one of the best feelings during sex, the pressure inside it gives, feeling of it shooting deep, it's so good... but it wasn't enough. Mike fell back, a goofy grin on his face. I was frustrated, but I slid off him, laid beside him. I put my hand on his chest like he likes, he stroked my hair for a few minutes, before dozing off. I donned his robe, snuck off to the bathroom. His roommate was still up, I was quiet as I slipped in, closed the door. I hadn't meant to, but I sat on the edge of the tub, and starting masturbating, keeping my voice as soft as possible. I wouldn't call myself a nympho, but I get the strongest urges sometimes, and just NEED to get off. I held nothing back, two fingers from my left hand jammed into my pussy, thrusting rapidly, wildly, while I began to rub my clit fast and hard. My mind drifted to fantasy, becoming darker and kinkier lately... I was face down on a carpet floor, my naked butt raised. My wrists bound tight together, pulled between my legs, and tied to my ankles, rendering me totally immobile. A hand traced up my exposed side and a sudden grab on my breast make me squirm. The man pressed his cock against my pussy lips, and leaned down to whisper in my ear: "moan for me pet... tell me how much you need Master's cock..." Biting my lip, I indulged, "I need it so bad... please fuck me." Still teasing my hole, he spanked me, and asked "Fuck me, what?" "Fuck me, Master..." As my mind imagined his cock entering me... I felt my climax finally here, I braced against the wall, held it, and then came, hard, the pressure in my vagina was released, and I felt the warm juices flow from me, dripping off my legs. I slumped down, recovered, and checked the time... it had only taken me about 5 minutes to get off after leaving Mike, probably sound asleep by now. I got up, tiptoed back to his room, and slipped in next to him. I was still awake, I reflected on where my mind had gone, and where it has been going lately when I fantasize. I've never really been a submissive lover, always happy to take control or give it up to make my partner happy. That thought struck me though, I've always been one to make my partner satisfied, and usually it was good enough to take me to my finish too. But nights like these with Mike were becoming more and more common, where he'd ask for something, I'd give it, he'd do his best to help me along while we had sex, but he was getting more out of it. Getting to cum, I guess. I was happy to have a boyfriend, one who I trusted to talk to about my problems, or do me a favor when I need it. He doted and was sweet and charming during the day, which I loved about him. It makes me feel snooty, but dissatisfaction in the bedroom is kind of putting some strain on us, at least from my end. I drifted back into my fantasy, words like "pet" , "master", confused me, did I really crave this kind of submission secretly? The scene played out again, tied up and helpless, I begged for what a normal person would probably be afraid of. I felt dirty and messed up mentally, but I could feel an ache in my pussy, the thoughts were getting me wet. Afraid of what was happening to me, I closed my eyes, forced myself to think of my classes and things I had to do, and eventually I fell asleep. Let's back up, I'm a 20 year old college student. I'm studying education, although I don't feel really strongly about it. I'm 5'9", brunette with brown eyes. I stay in shape but I'm still proud of some of my curves. I live with one of my girlfriends, but my nights are usually split between my place and Mike's. Mike got up early, I stirred, waved goodbye, but slept in for another couple hours before I had to get going to class. My day was ordinary, but last night kept lingering in my mind. Through all my classes I daydreamed, and was spacey. My sociology professor even caught me in an almost trance-like state, I didn't even respond right away when he called me out, getting a lot of stares from my classmates... I finally got home, my roommate Andrea's dog, Jude greeting me happily. She had a retriever mix, about a 60 lb dog, and absolutely adorable. Although he was notorious for finding food that wasn't his, I loved him all the same. I even looked forward to weekends where she'd be gone and I'd have to take care of Jude. We were buddies for sure. I plopped down on the couch, he jumped up next to me and I petted him as we watched TV. Late that night, I was still up, and feeling the need to get my rocks off. I closed my laptop, and shed my tank top. I leaned back in my chair, pulling down my shorts and panties, gently pressing and stroking my pussy lips. I didn't want to but I found myself back, fantasizing about the same scene as last night. He slowly pushed his hard cock deep inside my wet pussy, making me moan. "Oh yea, that's my girl, moan for me, you want this bad don't you..." A high pitched "Uh-huh" was all I could get back. My hips bucked with every thrust, the position, the domination, and his big member inside me were too much for me to handle, I came hard, without warning, I felt it start to run down my legs... "Naughty girl, cumming without permission, without so much as a warning..." He latched a collar around my neck, freed my from the ropes tying me down in front of him, and clipped a leash on my neck. "Now it's my turn pet," He jerked my head forward, pulling my mouth to his cock, and right away he pulled me on to it... I snapped back to reality, taken aback and almost afraid of the fantasies running through my head. I mean, tied, and collared, with total domination of my body? I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, like I was a freak or something. I had already come, and was thinking I would just fall asleep, but the urge wasn't fulfilled yet, the desire wasn't gone. Apparently my body wanted more... My curiosity got the better of me, I opened up the computer, and started an apprehensive search, I didn't even know what exactly I was trying to find. I was never into porn very much, but I found myself watching a pretty nasty scene. There was a blonde girl, in a cage, just like a dog with a collar, bowls, and stark naked. A man was playing with her with various toys through the bars of the cage, shoving dildos into her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, while he pressed a vibrator in every sensitive place I'd ever seen. I wanted to be disgusted by it, but I couldn't turn away, and soon I had to imagine myself as the leading lady, relentlessly stimulated, completely at the mercy of her captor, no, her master. Every night I found myself looking for similar scenes. I couldn't believe myself, like a horny teenage boy, but I went searching for more. Some were good for me, scenes like a girl leashed, getting pounded from behind. Or, an innocent young teen kidnapped and waking up in a basement, being turned into a sex toy for her captors. I also found things I didn't like, painful things like shocks, hard whippings, and ridiculous bonds. I even saw one with someone in some sort of locking wood piece, her head and wrists locked in, and her legs spread as she was whipped and pinched and pierced. Not for me. Finding a niche little kinky fantasy became okay with me. I had been avoiding Mike lately; well, not really avoiding, but I had preferred to stay in for the last week, and hadn't spent any time at his house. Feeling bad I finally made plans with him. He had the house to himself, so he tried hard, making a nice dinner, and then we watched a short movie. He got up, a saucy smile on his face, and he held a hand out to me, obvious that he wanted this to move to the bedroom. I got up, taking his hands, and met his lips with mine. We got into the room; he took his time with me. I let him pull the clothes off me, and he kissed my neck as his fingers ran over the skin as it became exposed. I was getting turned on, and feeling adventurous, I decided to propose a little role-play. I asked him what he thought about him being my boss, telling me the only way to keep my job was to take on a new responsibility to him. We'd done some role-playing a few times before, and his smile let me know it was okay so far. I told him that he'd want me to move in with him, and be ready to be personal sex object every time he wanted it, and make me his, force me if I didn't behave. Mike's eyes got wide, it became obvious I'd thought about this in pretty good detail, but he agreed to give it a try. We got into it and set it up quickly. He was never a good actor, but he told me to report to his house for my new "assignment." I played the part I'd seen, a shy and reluctant girl, who would be taken advantage of, not fight back, and eventually enjoy it. Well, unfortunately my acting was too good a few times, Mike broke the seen to ask me a few times if I was having second thoughts, and wanted to stop. I was getting antsy, and honestly a little frustrated, so I changed my character into a super slut, teasing and being forward. He responded to that, and 5 minutes later we were going at it on the bed. It was ok sex, he lasted longer this time and I got off too. But it wasn't what I had in mind. In fact, the fantasy hadn't been fulfilled at all. That was the beginning of the end for us. I started working more hours at the deli/sandwich place. Mike complained I wasn't making enough time for him, while I blamed it on a busy schedule, which was half true. He then accused me of being distant, and not open or honest with him like it was before. It was true, but I lied, saying I was happy but busy. It came as no surprise when he gave me an ultimatum: make more time for me and be my girlfriend again, or we're through. So we were through. I guess it was an easy break-up. Even though he was a really nice guy and good to me, he saw a lot more in the relationship than I ever expected. Even so, I was in the dumps, but I had Andrea and Jude to cheer me up. The next weekend I dusted off my fake ID, got into some bars with a couple girlfriends, expecting to find a one night stand and get laid. I got hit on, and had a few drinks bought for me, but ended up just going home. Maybe I wasn't happy with ordinary sexual experiences anymore, I felt ready to talk to a real person about it, and maybe someone who'd had similar experiences. I couldn't imagine bringing it up with Andrea, or any of my other friends. I felt so frustrated sexually, incomplete, longing for a partner who understood my crazy desires. I had no idea where to look around me... END OF CHAPTER 1 ***** Thanks for reading, hope there was enough sex, but I'm excited to see where the story goes from here; spoiler: Brooke will find somebody soon! Puppy Girl Ch. 02 Laying on my bed, I spread my legs, letting my fingers slide up my skirt, brush against my panties, teasing my sensitive opening, I could feel myself growing warmer, hornier by the minute. I pushed my panties aside, gently sliding my middle finger into my sex. My mind drifted into fantasy... I was outside on a green, grassy lawn, naked from head to toe and on all fours. I laid out and stretched in the sun, held close to my master, by the leash hooked to my collar. "Stretch out for me pet..." he instructed. I did as he asked, arching my back, my arms reaching out in front of me. Soon his big hands were on me... rubbing my back, going lower, and now caressing my naked butt, his thumb gently touching my pussy lips. His slow sensual teasing made me coo and moan... "Are we getting horny little slut?" I nodded back at my master, hoping he would reward me with his big cock, my pussy ached with desire. He continued teasing me, prodding my asshole, dipping fingers slowly into my wet pussy. "You don't get my cock right now pet, but I want you to come for me..." He started thrusting his fingers into my now dripping opening, another pressing into my ass. I writhed and squirmed on the grass, but he didn't let up. Pushing more into both my holes, I could sense he wanted my release soon. I held nothing back; I felt the pressure, the build... "Oh master... I'm... I'm gonna..." I let out a shrill cry/moan as I let my release go, my body contorted on the bed and a mess of blankets and pillows all around me. *KNOCK KNOCK* "Brooke, are you okay? I thought I heard you yell out, I'm gonna come in." With my panties at my ankles, my tank top half on and looking disheveled, I sprang up, tripping a little but held the door shut. "Uh, I'm fine, just stubbed my toe while I was changing, give me a minute..." "Okay, well I'm downstairs if you need me" I head Andrea clamber down the stairs; I was breathing heavy and panicked, I was almost walked in on. My heart was beating so hard, but I couldn't help but smile at almost being caught. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was expecting to come down, but I felt just as aroused as I had been before my last near-embarrassing orgasm. I started playing with my body again, but it just wasn't having the same effect that it had, I knew I needed more stimulation and I was feeling adventurous. I opened my laptop up again, found myself at an adult chatroom. I was intimidated at first, it was clear there were a lot more men then women. I hadn't done anything, but SoccrGrl20 got noticed pretty quickly. The messages popped up as fast as I could read them, some not very intriguing, some so far away from what I was looking for. *Hey, u like soccer me too* *Looking for older mom to seduce her son* *Hi cutie, do you like older men?* It wasn't going well. I didn't respond to anyone, and was about to quit when one caught my eye. *Hey there, are you new? I'm looking for a pretty new pet...* It seemed like all the others, forward, and very open, but I told myself that this is what I was looking for. I greeted him, trying not to show too much interest in what he'd said, instead he was polite asking me non-threatening personal questions, what my name was, how old, if I was in school and all that. He was a recent grad from a school the next state over, and working in Chicago in business, but I didn't ask too much about it. After that he got to the point, asking me to be his partner in a master/pet role play. Nervously I told him I was interested, and that I had been fantasizing about the same thing for a while now but always been too scared to act on my closet desires. I had never done a role play online before, but he assured me that I'd get the hang of it. I was warming to my new friend, David, his questions became more intimate, but I freely answered. He asked me how I looked, bust size (34C), the clothes I was wearing. He asked me about the kinkiest sexual experiences I've ever had, what kind of things turned me on and off, and about where my submissive fantasies may have come from. He seemed satisfied with my answers, and we got into it. I pretended to be a new, young worker at the same place he worked, and invited over to chat, have some wine things like that. Long story short, in our shared fantasy, I wound up naked, collared and chained like a pet, while I gave him a blowjob, and shortly after he took me doggy style, using toys on me too. He was no stranger to his role; I could sense he cared about me and what I wanted, but all his text was authoritative, harsh, or direct. It worked perfectly for me; I rubbed myself to climax three times as we played out our scene. We played out his climax, and I could tell that he'd cum just like he said in our fantasy. He thanked me, asked to keep in touch to do it again; I was the best he'd ever tried it with. I obliged, a little nervous but we exchanged emails. I wasn't sure what I was gonna do, but I felt satisfied, and my partner David hadn't been the least pushy, intrusive, and his expectations didn't seem too high. I kept in contact with David, his first message to me had a picture of him. Before, I didn't know what to imagine he looked like. I guess I assumed he would be a not-super-attractive guy that went online to get off, but turns out he was tall, very handsome, and I was definitely blushing in the picture I sent back to him. We played a few more times, it didn't really get stagnant or repetitive, David was learning what buttons to push on me, and I returned by acting and doing some of the things he liked as we played out our master and pet scenes. This went on for a couple weeks, and I was feeling satisfied each time, but not quite fulfilled. I was about to sign off when he asked me more personal questions, did I live alone, do I have a current boyfriend, where about do I live... I nervously gave him some of the information, but was curious to why he was asking. Apparently he was going to be driving to a different location, and his trip would take him through my city. I didn't reply at first; the relationship I had with this guy seemed so safe when it was anonymous, more or less, quietly kept from the light of day. I guess he sensed my apprehension, and he tried to appease it, saying he only wanted to meet me; it didn't have to be anything serious at all, not even intimate, it could just be two friends meeting at a restaurant. I agreed to the latter, and four days later I sat at a small café, in the very back corner (near an exit too, just in case). I watched him pull in, walk through the door; he was taller than I expected. I waved, and he caught my eye, smiled and walked over, joined me at the small table. He was in a sharp looking suit, and I immediately felt underdressed in my jeans and sweatshirt. I guess it was obvious I was nervous about meeting someone for the first time where our only interaction had been strictly sexual. He was a perfect gentleman, complimenting me, telling me a funny story, engaging in conversation. We had more in common then I thought, both big dog lovers, he had started out in education but changed to management and accounting, and we both burst out laughing discovering we both can't stand the taste of mayonnaise. One might have thought we were a new couple, getting to know each other and having a good time doing it. It was interesting; David was becoming a whole person to me, not a tool or toy to get off of. He finally brought up our role-playing, but only to say how much he'd enjoyed it, that I had quite a knack for it and for the role. I admitted to having these kinds of submissive fantasies for a while, my face a deep red the whole time. He said he had to go, but asked if I'd like to see him again on his way back. I happily agreed, (maybe a little too quickly), and gave him my number. I stood up as he went to leave, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, and then he was gone. I sat there for a bit, finishing my coffee, shaking and nervous, I mean this was a total stranger, someone met online. I stared down at my cup, watching the liquid swirl, a rush of emotion running through me. I was feeling apprehensive, but I wanted more, I was nervous, but comfortable at the same time with David. My weekend went quickly; I didn't do much besides watch movies and do homework. David texted me late Saturday night, asking me what I would be doing tomorrow. He was done with his business early and coming back, with free time on Sunday. I offered that we could hang out at a park, not too far away but very wooded, pretty in the sunshine. I could hear his grin, and he told me it was fine, and when he'd be coming though. It felt like it was going to be a date, I had some jitters, it was a feeling I hadn't had in a long time. I spent a lot of time with my outfit too, long thin purple skirt, low cut long sleeve T, purple lacy bra and panties. Sunday afternoon came, David pulled up, I and hurried out to meet him. I was excited to see him again, but I also wanted to get out of the house quickly, before Andrea could ask any questions. We chit-chatted, I asked him about the conference, he asked me about my classes, ordinary and polite, but I couldn't help but think to our "fun" we'd had online. With every simple sentence and friendly gesture I couldn't get our fantasy out of my mind, and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing, and had a plan or something. We got to the park, he grabbed a backpack, handed me a water bottle and we started hiking leisurely through the woods. I took him through a path I'd been on a few times, lots of nice smelling trees and plants, but we rarely saw another person. A little ways on, David stopped, peering at an opening in the undergrowth. He started walking off the path, "David, what are you doing?" I asked. "C'mon, let's go explore a bit. I want to find a tucked away spot, I brought lunch." I was hungry enough, so I smiled and followed him. The opening didn't last long, he started weaving and stomping his way through the thick plants, I followed close behind. I was worried that we'd get lost, but I did feel safe with David. And he had food, hehe. Suddenly we came to a small clearing, soft, low growing grass surrounded by tall trees, providing shade while still being open. David proclaimed this was the perfect spot, laid out a big blanket. I sat down next to him, thanking him for the sandwich, and we ate quietly, admiring the nature around us, not really talking. I set my hand down, on his, accidentally, but I enjoyed the touch, and we slowly began light caresses to each other's hand. Almost hearing my thoughts, he leaned over; I met his lips with mine and we kissed slowly, deeply, a perfect first kiss. He pulled away, and I looked at him, a warm smile on his face, I had to turn away, my face getting bright red from blushing. He stroked my arm softly, I leaned my head on his shoulder, enjoying our romantic moment. He broke the contact, and turned to face me. "Brooke, I really like you, you're a fantastic girl, and I don't want there to be any reservations or hidden feelings between us..." I nodded in agreement, but could tell he wasn't finished. "I'm glad we've got to know each other on this level, but I know how all this got started..." There it was, he'd finally brought up our little fantasy we'd been playing out, although it had been in the forefront of my mind since we'd been together today. "There's no one around, you can say no if you want, but how would you like to give a try, for real?" I was taken aback by this, "Umm...here? Well.... How?" In response, he pulled a collar from his backpack, leash too, and gave me a saucy grin. I stammered for a bit, I wasn't sure if I was comfortable, I tried to imagine the feeling of submission as I stared at the collar. I lingered a while in silence, and it seemed he understood the conflict in my mind, he sat there patiently awaiting my reply. I finally looked away, and then looked at him, into his eyes. I saw no malice or bad intentions, and I was filled with trust, and reassurance. I smiled weakly, and agreed to try it out. And try it on. He turned, and brought me up, both of us on our knees. As he stood, he leaned down, touching my face, and whispered to let him know whenever I felt too uncomfortable, but to keep an open mind. I could feel panties getting damp with anticipation, nodded in response. His hands began roaming, first up my arms, then down my sides, moving across my legs, stomach. I closed my eyes, feeling myself being inspected by his loving caresses. He kissed my neck, his hands found their way closer to intimate places, rubbing the inside of my thighs, tracing my boobs and cleavage. "I want you to be mine, at least for now," he said from behind, his voice huskier, filled with lust and desire. I nodded in agreement, and then felt cool leather slide along my neck. I was being collared! He took his time, tightening it slowly and gently, teasing the skin on my neck, and then finally clasping it tight around me. "Now you are mine, my pet." I let out a moan, just at his words, and that was all the invitation he needed. He grabbed my boobs, kneading and testing them, as I let my hands fall away, letting him play through the fabric of my clothes. He pressed his body close to mine, one hand gently grazing my thighs, getting close to my pussy, when suddenly his hands left me. "My pets don't get to wear all these fancy clothes... I think you should strip for me..." I never thought I'd be into voyeurism or anything, but it felt secluded, so I stood, did my best to be sexy. I leaned over, my ass close to his face, and pulled my skirt down, stepping out of my shoes too. Next I turned, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it so slowly, hoping I was teasing him enough. In my bra and panties, I twirled and spun slowly. I let out a soft coo as I felt his hands run across all my exposed skin, but I continued with the strip show. I unhooked my bra, letting the straps fall off but holding it covering my boobs, and then I let my hair out, tossing it as it fell down. As I rolled my hips in front of him, it felt like I was a character, like it was still fantasy, but I knew it was real. Really real. As I bent forward again, I let the bra drop to the ground, and rolled my panties down my thighs, before even stepping out of them, David was on me. He pulled me down, to all fours, and grabbed my exposed boobs, rolling the small nipples in his fingers. "Do you like it when I pet you my pretty little girl?" His fingers stroked my damp opening. I let out a loud moan at the contact, feeling sluttier by the second. "Heh, I'll take that as a yes," I turned to look back at him as he stimulated my body, our eyes locked, full of passion and lust. "Ok, pet, it's my turn now. Take off my pants," I reached forward to start to unbuckle, when he slapped my hands away. "You are my puppy slave now; you will use your teeth. Now try again." He undid the button for me, and I shuddered a little bit being called his slave, but it was what I wanted. On all fours, I leaned my head into his lap, biting the zipper, and struggling but I eventually pulled it down. He lifted his hips; I tugged roughly on the fabric of his jeans. It would've been much easier for both of us if I could just pull them down with my hands, but he seemed to be relishing in my dog-like behavior. As I clumsily yanked them loose, I felt a conflict. I was shocked to be reduced to such humiliating acts, to be at the mercy of my partner- no, my master. But I felt the warm juices trickle slowly down my thighs; I guess that was all the answer I needed. I was getting more and more turned on by the second. His pants were finally down far enough, so I bit on the waistband of his boxers, his bulge very apparent. As my face turned beet red, I pulled them lower, his erect dick springing out, 7 inches slapping me in the face. I blushed in embarrassment, but he just laughed and said, "Time for a taste pretty pet." I tentatively gave him a lick, started sliding my tongue all over his shaft, and based on his moans I'd say I was doing a good job. Suddenly he gripped my leash, yanked me closer, and pushed his rock hard cock into my mouth. I braced against his chest with my hands, surprised by his forcefulness. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight, yanking the leash back and forth, forcing me to bob up and down on his cock. I fought my gag reflex as hard as I could, trying desperately to catch up to his pace, make him feel good to let him ease up on my tender neck. "Mmmm, my sexy little pup... that's a good girl." He stroked my hair affectionately, and it felt... nice, comforting. I smiled (as well as you can smile with your lips around a big dick) and continued to suck him. "All right, time to make you MINE." David's demeanor changed, he got me off him, shook off his pants and boxers, while tossing me over, on all fours, facing away from him. He grabbed my ass cheeks roughly, kneading and spreading them, and he leaned in, sloppily licking my moist pussy lips. I began to protest, "David... wait, I'm not sur-" He cut me off with a sharp tug of the leash. "Pets do not get to talk to their masters unless spoken to. Pets do as they're told, and it's time for me to mate you." He slapped my ass, making me yelp, pushed my head down, and slapped me a few more times. I whimpered a little, but my whimpers quickly changed into moans as he began to prod his tip at my pussy. He pulled me back into him, slowly filling my dripping wet hole. His cock felt amazing, sending electricity through my body as it stretched my walls. I had been clenching my teeth, suppressing myself but I couldn't hold back, I let out a high pitched moan, David spanked me in reply as I moaned and groaned louder and louder, like a wanton slut. I felt his dominance wash over me, controlling our every move, totally dictating my pleasure. And I loved it. I knew my orgasm was fast approaching, and as if he could read my mind, he gripped my hips hard, pounding even harder into me. I arched my back, letting him pull me back into every thrust. "I'm going to claim you, little pet. When I fill you with my seed, you will be mine, only mine; I will be your true master." In my euphoric state, I could only nod, because the only thing on my mind was the intense orgasm that was coming, and I was right on the brink. Either he was satisfied with my response, or he couldn't hold out any longer. He pulled my leash back, and buried himself in my pussy, and I could feel the warm cum start to enter me. My pussy felt amazing as he shot glob after glob deep into me. It sent me over the edge too, my vision got blurry, and my mind was filled with tiny bubbles of climatic pleasure, and came like a volcano erupting. I was exhausted, and as David loosened the grip on my leash, I fell sideways, half-conscious, breathing heavy with a silly grin plastered on my face. I felt him rustling, putting his clothes back on, he sat back down. Pulling me to rest on his lap he stroked my naked skin, petting my hair. I felt spent. Letting my exhaustion get the better of me, I drifted off to sleep. Puppy Girl Ch. 03 Wow, the first few comments I got really made my day. It's nice to know I'm not the only freak out there. I'm really enjoying writing these, but I think they need to be longer! So bear with me if there's a little less smut, and a little more plot. Please enjoy, and tell me that you enjoyed it! :P --- My body was limp, exhausted from intense sex, from my first time with David. My clouded lust-crazed mind had become clearer. I suddenly became more aware of my nakedness, wearing nothing except for a leather collar as I rested my head on David's leg. His big hands ran over my skin, petting my skin and my hair softly. I tensed, feeling a little more self-conscious, and he took notice. Finally, he spoke: "Very, very good, you make a fine pet," he said as he kissed my head. It still felt like he was in character. "Unless this wasn't a character", I thought. I suddenly became apprehensive, I reached for my discarded clothes as I started to pull away, but he held my leash tight, not roughly, but firmly, my head was being kept in his lap. I relaxed, he continued to run his hands over me, touching my boobs, my butt, and squeezing to his heart's content. "Well pet, you seem restless; maybe you need another go to settle you down?" I let out a quiet, nervous, laugh, and it seemed to diffuse some of the tension. He turned my head towards him, and pulled me up, kissing me again. I closed my eyes, letting his tongue into my mouth. Silently we started to recover; I avoided eye contact, still trying to process the overwhelming experience. David unclipped the leash from my neck, handed me my discarded clothes. I blushed as I redressed in front of him, feeling his eyes on me. I couldn't believe myself, never in my whole life had I done something so impulsive, so reckless, and I felt very embarrassed. I kept stealing glances at him, he was showing no signs of regret, of embarrassment, or even relief; he just looked content. David finished packing up our little area, and still without a word, we started back towards the parking lot. We passed a few other people, and I was sure they could see right through me, that they would know what I'd spent the last two hours doing, but they walked on by. I stopped, and turned to speak. "David... I--" I began. He cut me off with a firm hand gesture. "Listen Brooke, I know how you feel, you're very unsure of yourself, and you're not quite ready to admit that you are this person that you've started to discover. But you need to trust me. I pushed you, yes, but you enjoyed every second of it. Didn't you?" "Yes... it was intense, but..." "No buts. You feel satisfied right now, because you've never been stimulated so much. Now that you're feeling like that, you think you can be done, but I'm telling you, this is just the beginning." We continued to walk, his hard words lasting in the crisp air. I didn't like being told how I felt, but I guessed that he had some truth in what he was saying. Before I could speak again, he said, "I think after a few days you'll realize just how much you loved it, and how much you want it again. You're gonna come visit me next weekend, I will pay for everything. Agreed?" "Wait... I guess I could, but I don't hav-" "You'll be staying with me, and it won't be just about the sex. You're going to try out this new role. And I have some rules for you until then." He waited for my response, I wanted to stop this, but he seemed so authoritative, so in charge of everything. I could have guessed he had a lot of people working for him. Since I didn't reply, he took my silence for acceptance. "You are not to orgasm this entire week. If you deviate from this command, I will know. You will bring your fanciest dress, heels, everything you need to look your best. I will provide everything else." I didn't know if it was shock or just subconscious acceptance of his words, but I just listened, not even sure if I could follow through. We got to his car, and started back to my place, in silence again. The comfortable and casual conversation had faded. I wasn't sure about him, but I certainly felt some nervous tension in the air between us. The drive felt shorter, and we got back. I stepped out, but he followed me toward the door. "Brooke, you went through a lot today. You were very, very brave through all of it, and I'm proud of you. I know you can do this next step, and you might find that you want to. Just give it a shot, and at the end, I won't ask anymore of you, where we go will be totally up to you." I didn't know what to say, but I leaned into him, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I'm not sure what the kiss meant, but at least he knew I wasn't angry or disgusted with him. "Thanks for stopping by," I said, as turned, going back into my house. I opened the door, and saw Andrea in fits of laughter in the chair next to the window. "What?" I asked her. "Hahaha, 'Thanks for stopping by?' that's got to be the worst goodbye I've ever heard, especially after you kissed him like that!" She was hysterical, the little spy. I just blushed, went up to my room. I fell backwards on to my bed, just staring at the ceiling, reliving the afternoon. I felt happy, fulfilled, just like David said, but I was more nervous and apprehensive then I'd ever been, toward what he'd asked of me next. My head was spinning, I felt so vulnerable. Playing around online seemed so safe, anonymity was like a shield, no risk involved... but now there was a real person involved. David had confidently swooped in. He took me out; he collared me, and fucked me senseless, and now he had made plans for me. I would continue to have this role, as we started a relationship. And I let it all happen. The week went along quickly, and I still hadn't made up my mind if I was going to see David. But I had come this far hadn't I? Thursday, the walk back from class was quiet, gave me a lot of time to think. My thoughts drifted back to the crazy lay back in the park, before I knew it, I was reliving each second that me and David spent screwing each other. I burst in the door, on a beeline for my bed, needing to bury my fingers in my aching pussy. I imagined his hands running over my skin, brushing my sensitive spots, by neck, my breasts, the small of my back. His firm grip on my collar held me down, needing one hand to do it, while the other was the softer, making my body jump and respond in ways it never had before. I looked up, both hands were underneath my panties, rubbing and fingering my sex, when suddenly a wave of guilt rushed over me. I realized at least part of me really wanted to receive everything David had to offer, and that meant compliance with everything he asked. I had no clue if he would be able to tell if I had cum this week, but I couldn't take that chance if I wanted to chase this opportunity with him. But I was still horny as a teenage boy. I got up quickly, going to the bathroom, stripping my clothes, and I hopped underneath the shower's water, just needing to clear my head. While my urges subsided as I washed myself, my mind was overcome with thoughts and feelings about the weekend. I guess I had made my choice; I was going to do as David asked, follow him back to his home, and really be subject to his hospitality. I texted him, telling him I would be arriving Friday night, and that I was following his instructions he'd given me. I'm not sure why I told him that, but it felt nice when he told me that I had done a good job so far. I got directions to his place, but he didn't say any more about what to expect. I walked downstairs, Jude and Andrea were on the couch watching TV, and I joined them, my arm resting on Jude's body as I gave him one of my world-famous ear scratches. "So, do you have much going on this weekend?" I asked Andrea. "Nope, I actually have to close Friday and Saturday night," she replied. "Should be decent money though. Will you be around to help with Jude?" "Um, I actually was thinking I'd go see David, we've been talking, and he really wanted me to come out and see him..." I looked over at her, seeing how she's react. We had never really talk much about our relationships, but I was curious to think what she thought about getting a little more serious with a guy I had just met. "He's handsome for sure, but didn't he come from out of town? You'd be gone all weekend?" I couldn't read her, she didn't have her usual saucy grin, but she was still smiling. There was concern in her voice too, but that was probably normal, I'm sure she thought I had just met him. "Yeah, all weekend, I hope that's not too big a deal for you, I mean with Jude and all." "Oh, well I'm sure I can find someone to take him out just for a little bit." There was a long pause, I could tell she had something else to say, but was just searching for the right way to say it. "Brooke, I gotta say I'm just a little worried about you. I mean, I don't think you know that much about this guy, and you have to trust him a lot to spend a whole weekend with him. I'm sure you know what's best for you, but yeah, I'm worried." I smiled back at her, "Well thanks for your worry, but I'll be fine, and I do trust him. He's a total gentleman, but if it makes u feel better, I can give you his information just in case he kidnaps me or something." "Ha, well as long as you're thinking about that, we're on the same page." Andrea pulled out her phone, probably trying to ask a favor from one of her other friends. Jude looked up at me; I guess he wasn't happy his petting stopped. I leaned down right in front of his nose, and he gave me a wet lick on the face. I laughed, and went back to petting. I realized that the kind of experience I was looking for with David had a lot of similarities to the life Jude enjoyed. Jude had Andrea, she was his owner. She fed him, and managed his life, in charge of every detail, when he had a meal, when he had a walk, when he could go take care of business. But he was just a happy, happy guy, and was constantly showered with affection. He had no responsibilities, except some simple ones to Andrea, all his things were bought and provided for him, and he could be a carefree dog. Being a pet was a pretty good deal. I snapped back to reality and I physically shook myself, as I tend to drift into daydreams quite a bit these days. I went back up to my room, starting putting together things to take this weekend. Without a caring a lot, I threw a few changes of clothes, collected all my makeup essentials, a couple pairs of shoes, and before I knew it, the over-sized duffle was full. I laughed to myself, I knew I was gonna be gone for just a couple nights, yet I still packed like it was the end of the world. I remembered what David asked me to be in, and I had the perfect dress in mind. I searched deep in my closet until I found it, a black cocktail dress, a low cut neck that I thought looked very flattering, if I do say so myself. I ran my fingers of the soft, shiny material; only having worn it a couple times, so I was excited to wear it again. I smiled to myself, and I was working up my courage. I was never a person to go out a whim, but the more I thought about the coming weekend, the more I was filled with anticipation and energy. Still, I fell asleep quickly, and after attending my last classes of the week absentmindedly, I threw my things in the car, almost ready to leave. The last thing was to put on my outfit. I took off the jeans and shirt I'd been wearing, and took a quick look in the mirror, not happy with how my underwear looked. I shed that too, digging through my panties to find the right pair. I found a black thong, it was modest as far as thongs go, but it still made me feel dirty. I pulled my dress on, struggling a little with the zipper but after a few pulls and tugs, I got it looking good. I checked myself in the mirror again, much happier with the girl looking back at me. Andrea still wasn't home, so I left her a quick note: I've left for David's, try not to worry about me. I'll call you on my way home. See you Sunday. I jotted down the address David had given me too. I guess it'd be good if someone knew where I was headed. Before letting any second thoughts creep into my brain, I left my house, starting the 3 hour drive. I cranked the radio up, trying to stay relaxed, but it only worked for so long. I glanced at my speed, and I was definitely going over the limit. I guess both me and my car wanted to get there soon. Most of the drive was uneventful, but there were plenty of other people on the road. It was a Friday afternoon after all. I saw signs for the city, and I knew I was getting close. I counted down the miles until I found my exit, and started checking the directions. I scanned the streets searching for the next turn. The directions were complicated, and after a little while, I knew I had missed a turn, and I was lost. Turning back around and going the other way, I pulled out my phone. I had to call David, so he could help me get to him. I took the next right, just wanting to pull off for a second. SMASH I hit a car dead on in front of me; I had turned the wrong way on to a one-way street, and smashed head-on into a car approaching the intersection. I had been jerked forward, it had hurt, but I knew I wasn't injured badly. I looked across from me, still reeling from the impact, and the other driver had gotten out of the car, yelling angrily and waving his hands. He was an older guy, and I had obviously ruined his evening. I saw him pull out his phone, violently pressing into it, obviously calling the cops, reporting the accident. Emotion rushed over me, I started crying. I grabbed my purse and insurance stuff, stepped out of the car, I tried to hide my tears from the man, but I could barely contain my sobs. I guess he felt a little less mad when he saw me, his voice calmed down some. Pretty promptly, the police arrived, taking statements from both of us. We exchanged information, but I knew I was at fault. I had to call someone, I needed help. I knew I should call my parents, after all it was technically their car, but I didn't want to have to explain how I was seeing a man in a strange city that I'd met once before. So I dialed David instead. His confident voice came on the other end, "Brooke? Are you almost here?" I fought back some of my tears, and tried to sound normal. "Well not really, I had a little trouble getting to you..." He paused, and he must have known something was wrong, as I heard him stand up, and his voice changed, deep with concern. "What happened, can you tell me where you are?" I recounted the story, telling him how I got lost, that I was about to call him, and how I caused an accident, and everything after that. I lost it a couple times, he calmed my down, telling me that it would be all right. I knew he was on his way already, and I gave him the streets we were on. It only took a few minutes before he pulled in a few car lengths behind the accident. Still in his suit and tie, I approached us, stepped right past the officers and the other man, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me in a tight embrace. I felt like I'd been holding my breath for hours, I let out a huge sigh, just having him hold me felt wonderful, a shield from the rest of the world. "Don't worry Brooke. I told you I'd take care of everything, and I meant it. I have an auto shop coming to tow your car; they'll replace the hood, lights, and whatever else is needed, and fix it up. I'll take care of that too. I've got a good lawyer; he'll make sure there won't be any kind of extra law suit, no delayed claims. We'll worry about insurance coverage too, but I can take care of that as well." I looked up at him in awe, stunned by everything, his generosity, his command of my situation, and his calm demeanor through the whole thing. "By the way," he continued, "You really do look fantastic, I love the dress." I burst into tears again, this time happy tears. I was going to be okay, David was perfect, I was so lucky to have him. He was as gentlemanly as ever, and his calm support was everything I needed in that moment. After a little longer, the tow truck came, took the two vehicles, the police left, and we were free to leave. We made our way back to his car, and I wiped my face, trying to recover from being such an emotional wreck. He filled the time back to his place telling me a little more about the city, what he did, and I started to feel better. I had calmed down from the afternoon, and I was ready to let my troubles go for a while. It was dark by the time we came to his house. He lived in a pretty condensed neighborhood, some apartments, others large, older looking homes. He pulled into a driveway, and I admired his house. It was an old Victorian style, with at least three floors. "This is all yours?" I asked him. "Hahaha, no, the building is split, the bottom floor and basement are mine, the upper floors are a different couple." I got out of the car to follow him, when suddenly I stopped. "David, all my things are still in my car, wherever they took it. We need to go and get it." "I don't think they're going to be open this late, but you won't even need anything else." I looked at him confused, "But it has everything, my clothes, my stuff...." He just smiled, "Just come inside, we'll get you situated. You're not having second thoughts, are you?" I shook my head no, and nervously I went with him, following behind closely. He opened the door, and I stepped inside. His place was very modern looking, stainless steel and granite, nice finished furniture, and the place looked and smelled very clean. The kitchen was tiled, a very fancy looking pattern, and the rest looked like it was carpeted. He led me around, showing me the next room, a comfy looking couch, nice flat screen TV, lots of electronic devices there too. He showed me the bathroom, pretty spacious, with a big standing shower. Lastly, there was the bedroom. It wasn't too extravagant, but there was a big king size bed, lots of pillows. He had two dressers, a desk, and in the far corner, was a dog cage. "Oh I didn't realize you had a dog, is it here?" I asked him. David smiled and replied, "Well she actually just got here today, but I think she'll be happy, and we'll get along." I blushed, my face a deep shade of red, and I turned away. David stepped behind me, "Let's remember why you're here, little pup," he whispered in my ear. His hands wrapped around my shoulders, and smoothly, he pulled my leather collar over my neck, clasping it quickly, before I could even think about protesting. It was secured tightly around my neck, it didn't squeeze too much, but its effect was overwhelming. I touched it, feeling it pressed close against my skin. David's hands stayed on me, and they started roaming, running up and down the sides of my body. I could feel him bend, and his hand ran lower, until it found the bare skin of my leg. He reached under, and slid upward, bringing my dress lewdly up with it. His other hand rested on my chest pressing me tightly back into him. He kissed my neck, sucking on the skin, he bit my ear softly; my whole body was being stimulated. I knew I was getting turned on, I could feel the moistness on my thong. Before long, David was pressing against the thin fabric covering my pussy. I almost was hyperventilating, things were escalating so quickly.... "Ahhh, David... please, it's too much, I can't..." His hand moved up to my neck, squeezing, and shaking my head to attention. "My pets do not talk unless I ask them a question." He pulled me over to the bed, pushing me on to it. "Now STAY, Brooke. STAY." Without another word, he walked out. I wanted it to be a joke, he talked to me like I wasn't even a person, but he was so firm, and demanding. Apprehension starting running through me, I rolled over, to the edge of the bed, thinking about the entire situation. I slipped my shoes off, staring at my feet as my thoughts wandered, and I really began to question what I was doing here. Shortly, he returned. He had shed his jacket and tie, and had loosened and unbuttoned his shirt some. He stood at the doorway, a stern look on his face. Puppy Girl Ch. 03 "I told you not to move." I started stuttering, I couldn't believe thought that was unacceptable, that I had rolled over, and was now sitting on the bed. He paced slowly around the room. Before I could get a word, his emphatic voice cut me off, "I think you thought you came just for your pleasure. That's not the case my pet, you obviously need to be trained how a good puppy acts. You will comply with everything that I ask, and you will be rewarded. If you do not, if you break any rules, or are slow to complete what I tell you to do, you will be punished." I didn't respond at first. The romance was gone, this was something else entirely. Was I really being trained? I was afraid of what he might do. I mean, I was in his house, with no way of leaving, and he looked very strong and firm, both physically and characteristically. He made his way to the foot of the bed. "Come, Brooke. Come here, and sit," he commanded. I was confused; I was sitting, listening to what he said, so I scooted a little closer, thinking that's what he wanted. He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. He reached over, grabbing the back of the collar, yanking it hard, pulling me off the bed. I cried out, I was totally unprepared for his rough treatment. He spun me on to my hands and knees, and then yanked up, until I was sitting on my knees, looking up at him. It hurt and I felt a few tears run down the side of my face. I looked back in to his eyes, unable to read them. He didn't seem outraged or annoyed, but there was no affection or charm that I was used to seeing in them. "This is how we sit, pet," he continued. "When I tell you to come, you come right away, and sit at my feet." He studied me, making sure I was still listening. Trust me, he had my full attention, and I was all ears. He seemed so tall, so powerful, as he held me in his grip "Here's a few more rules for you. You may not address me as David. I am Master, or Sir. As I said before, no talking, unless I ask you to. You are to refrain from walking on two feet, so you'd better get used to how you are now." He was serious about this: I was being reduced to a common household pet. I started thinking about all the other things he might make me do like a dog, eat and drink, act, maybe even sleep? He finally let me go, and my head fell downward to recover a little. Meanwhile David had clipped the leash on to my collar. He swung himself on to the bed, somehow in a better mood now. "Up, up, little pup. Come on the bed." He started pulling my leash, so I turned and crawled on to bed, still on hands and knees. "I don't think my pretty pet needs anything on. Get out of the dress." I was confused again, and a little hurt. Wasn't this what he had wanted me to wear? He must have noticed me hesitating, and he gave a very sharp yank, almost tipping me over. I got the message though, and with very little ceremony, I reached back for the zipper, pulling it down. I let the straps off my shoulders, and started sliding it down my body. From the position I was in, it was incredibly difficult, but I heard his chuckles; he must have been enjoying watching me struggle. I turned, stretched out, twisted, and contorted myself, until finally I had got the wretched thing off. Only after another tug to turn me to face him did I become aware of my sheer nakedness. I knew this couldn't be the most flattering angle, but I only saw hunger and lust on his face. He got up, moving around me, kneeling along side my butt. He pushed my torso lower to the mattress, raising my ass up in the process. "It's time for you to learn who your master is, and what it means to disobey." Without any more warning, he brought his palm down on my left cheek with a loud slap. I screamed, the pain surprised me, but he didn't like that, so he hit it again. And again. Each loud smack reminded me of my position, and that hurt just as much as the searing pain going across my butt cheeks. He hit me a few more times, each more painful than the last. He stopped, and I could feel the skin radiating heat, I knew it was red. "Well pet, what did you learn?" he asked questioningly. Holding back my tears, I replied, "I will be a puppy, and I will do everything you tell me." I hoped that was what he wanted to hear. I was wrong. A strong slap came across my other ass cheek, and I cried out again. He hit me again, the sound of his palm slapping my skin echoed. " 'I will do everything you tell me,' WHAT?" he demanded. He slapped harder, pain rocked through my whole body. "Master! I'm sorry Master, I forgot!" "Well this is to make you remember!" He hit me more, I never remember spankings hurting this much when I was a little kid, but I was in pain. I started sobbing, losing control of my emotions, for the umpteenth time today. I turned my head, to try to look at him. "Please Master! I will follow all your rules! I'll be a good little puppy." He raised his hand, threatening to strike again. "And you'll be my slut toy; you will give yourself wholly, to me?" "Yes! Yes Master, I'm yours! I'm yours to do with as you please!" I would've said anything: I would have said the world was flat, or that the sky was brown, just to make the pain stop. He moved away from my sore butt, around to my front. Without any warning, he grabbed my head, pulling me up to meet his, and our lips crashed together. Passionately, he kissed me, and as overwhelmed as I was, I gave in, melting into his kiss, and opening my mouth, letting his tongue delve inside, and play with mine. David stared into my face, watching tears stream down my face, studying every emotion that I showed. After a little while, he got up from the bed, wordlessly. I stayed there, not wanting to move, I reached back, touching my ass, still smarting from the hard spanks he'd given me. David looked around, and then spoke, "I think we've been through enough for one day pet, let's put you to bed." I couldn't argue, I was totally exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally. This day had been too full, but at least I knew there was a comfy bed to sleep on tonight. He made his way back, right in front of me, scooping up my leash again. "Are you thirsty? Something to drink before bed pup?" I shook my head no. "Then its time for you to sleep." He pulled me off the bed, and I was confused. Weren't we going to sleep? He led me past the door, towards the corner, and I understood. He was putting me in the cage, just like a common animal. I slowed, but he was having none of it, and a sharp tug from the other end of the leash kept me right at his side. He opened the lock on it, holding it open for me. I looked up at him, trying to plead with my eyes to have a little mercy. "In you go," was his only reply. Fearing more punishment, I slowly made my way inside. There was hardly any room to maneuver; I struggled to turn around, as to not just face the corner of the room. David had knotted the end of it around the bars of the cage, and left, I could hear him step down the hall. I felt so small, my whole world reduced to the bars containing me in this small space. I was nearly naked, and I felt alone. I thought we'd be screwing, cuddling, and being boyfriend/girlfriend. Instead, I felt degraded, humiliated, and just overwhelmed. David came back, he took his pants off quickly, shed his shirt, and threw them across the room, hit the lights, and fell into bed. Even though he had been mean, and hard on me, I still wanted to lie there, on the comfy pillows, being held close, and safe. I tried to be silent, he wasn't giving me any attention, but I didn't want it now anyway. He tossed a little, sighing loudly as he got comfortable. I did my best to curl up and rest my head. But soon, emotions overtook me again, I started crying, sniffling softly, but I tried to keep my whimpers quiet. "Brooke! Quiet!" When he yelled at me, I lost it. I sobbed, unable to contain it any longer. I covered my head with my arms. Still, wave after wave of cries left me, and after a minute, I heard him get up. Angrily, he grabbed the bars of the cage. I wasn't sure what he'd do, but I was surprised, when he pulled hard, and amazingly he began dragging me across the carpeted floor. I tumbled backward, scared, still crying, and yelling for him to stop. He pushed me out into the next room, and without a word, slammed the door behind him. Now, I was really alone. There was no need to hold back any more, I cried, until finally fatigue took over, and I fell asleep. Puppy Girl Ch. 04 Hi everyone, I really appreciate everyone that took the time to comment on my last chapter, it's amazing, and you all are amazing. I am very much enjoying creating a story for two imperfect people, and doing it very imperfectly I'm sure. Anyway, back to the good stuff.... At first I thought it had all been a bad dream. My body ached, and as the fog lifted from my eyes, I saw the reality of my situation. I was naked except for my skimpy panties, in a cage. I reached back, running my hands over my butt. It felt better, but the punishment last night was in the forefront of my mind. I tried to stretch out, but could barely do anything. I guessed it must have been early, the sun shone into the windows, and birds were chirping outside. The rest of the world was waking up to a regular day, while I was trapped and humiliated inside this tiny metal prison. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't fall back asleep. It was too quiet, and my thoughts seemed so loud. I thought back to being laid on David's bed. I had caved, I called him Master, and I said I would be his puppy. He asked if I would be his slut toy, and with out any hesitation I had agreed. Did the fear and pain really motivate me that much, or was I secretly enjoying it? I knew I was at his mercy, but after last night, I wasn't sure that was such a good thing. I thought back to the park, how hot are sex had been, how much it had stimulated me as never before. I had loved the feeling of the collar around my neck; it made me feel so controlled, so submissive. I liked being handled roughly, when we were screwing, but it was different last night, did I anger him somehow? Did I not meet the expectations he had for me? I bit my lip, so unsure of myself. I know I didn't want any kind of repeat punishment, so I made up my mind to be as compliant as possible. He had given me rules, not many, and while they were humiliating and degrading, maybe it could lead to what I'd been looking for all along.... The door opened, and it interrupted my thoughts. David walked out, ruffled his hair, obviously just having woken up. I met his eyes; he stared into mine, not angry, but searching for something in me. I broke the stare, looked back down at the floor. I felt him crouch down, and he patted my shoulder softly. I pulled away, reeling from the contact. I wrapped my arms around my chest, I wasn't cold, but I missed being covered. "There's a good girl. You seem much better behaved this morning." I turned red in the face, and stole a glance up at him. He was smiling right back down at me. "Stay here little one, I'll make us some food." I wanted to scoff at his joke: I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I listened to rattling in the kitchen, and I could make out the ripping of plastic, cracking of eggs, pans clanking around. Then came the smells, and lord, was I hungry. I thought back to the last time I ate, it had to have been almost a full day. It was torture, the smell of butter, bacon, eggs, and cheese wafted through to where my cage was. Thankfully, I didn't wait too much longer; David came back around the corner. "Good girl, Brooke. The food is ready, but before I let you out, I need to know you remember my rules for you," he said. I nodded, took a deep breath, and replied, "You are Master, I am your puppy... I don't talk unless you tell me to, I call you Sir..." I trailed off, biting my lip, trying to remember the rest. "I walk around on all fours..." "You're forgetting a very important one pup," he said sternly. I looked back up at David fearfully, I didn't want anymore punishment, and I didn't want to be cooped up in the cage any longer. But to my surprise, he unlatched the door, and swung it open for me. Tentatively, I stepped out, my hips and legs sore from being curled up overnight. David reached down, running his hand up my back, grasping the collar, holding my head in place while he clipped the leather leash back on my neck. His hand stayed on me, running back down my spine, sliding past my back, and resting on my ass. Touching me there didn't hurt, the spankings didn't hurt, but it made remember. He let his fingers slip under my panties, brushing the lips of my pussy, and to my surprise, it felt a little wet. I cursed my body for being so easily aroused. David took a knee, lowered his mouth to my ear, and whispered, "Your body is mine, and I intend to use it, for both our enjoyment..." He let his words linger, and I shuddered as he punctuated them by pushing two fingers into my wet opening. But suddenly, his hand left me, and he stood up, leash in hand. "There'll be plenty of time to play, come eat Brooke." David gave me a couple tugs, and I hurried to trot alongside him. In that moment, I was grateful for the soft carpeting; never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine I would spend so much time on the floor. My stomach growled loudly, and I gulped, hoping he didn't hear it. Although, he'd reduced me to this, I'm not sure why the sounds of my stomach would embarrass me further. David pulled me close to the table, but instead of offering me a seat, he tied the leash around his chair, leaving me there. A few moments later, he was back, two plates of food. He set one on the table, and set another on the floor in front of me. I shouldn't have been surprised, after everything that happened, but I was about to eat off a plate on the floor. I stared at the hot food; the steaming pile of eggs, meat, potatoes, it all looked so good. I could feel my pride leaving me, I looked up to David, asking for permission in my eyes. "Go ahead, eat. Be good about it, I don't want a mess to have to clean up." Promptly, I scooted forward, leaning down, putting my mouth right on the plate. I chomped, taking a big bite of it, I could feel some on my face too, and from David's chuckles, I must have been entertaining to watch. I began to figure out a better way, scooping up with my tongue, before wrapping my lips around the bite. I sat up, chewing, and paused. Leaning over and eating right of the plate wasn't easy, but soon I felt his hand on my head. He petted my smooth, straight hair, I found myself feeling content just for a second. The gesture was reassuring, but I snapped out of it as quickly as the feeling had come, started finishing up the meal. David was all smiles, he must have been happy I'd been playing my role well enough. He took the plates back to the kitchen, and I listened to clinking, and the sound of running water while I waited, still tied up. I took a deep breath, I only had to endure two more days, and then I would be free again. If I was compliant, I was sure I could hold out that long. David returned, untied my leash, and gave it a few tugs, leading me back toward the main room. He flipped on the TV, and sat back comfortably on his couch. Patting the cushion next to him, he signaled for me to join him there. Doing my best dog impression, I approached the couch, crawled up, still on all fours. He pulled my leash back toward him, turning me around, and he pulled me lower, until I was curled, lying down on my side, and my head in his lap. I started to figure out that fighting and resisting his motions while on leash was very uncomfortable, and painful if he pulled too hard. I wondered if this is what dogs felt as they were pulled along, or yanked backwards toward their masters. As if he was invading my thoughts, David starting stroking my hair. He ran his fingers down the length, pulling it playfully from time to time. I tensed up, I could still feel the pain that his hands had caused me last night, but he continued watching the screen in front of him. Words were on the tip of my mouth several times, wanting to tell him to stop, wanting to tell him how I feel, wanting to share my unsure feelings about the whole thing. But nothing ever came out. I got lost in my thoughts. I imagined how someone could live like this; I imagined what the future might hold living here with David. I couldn't help myself from revisiting our sex session last weekend, but then I remembered the long uncomfortable night I had spent huddled in the cage. Looking across the room, I could still see it there, a reminder of just how objectified I'd become in a short 12 hours. I must have been more lost in my daydream than I thought, because David had been "shh"-ing me, telling me to relax, and I obeyed, my muscles now slack as I rested on top of him. I started to feel anxious and restless, even though his touch was feeling good, almost comforting. Maybe that was why I wanted to get up, move. I knew I could let him make me do whatever he wanted me to do, but I had no idea it would be so easy to feel what he wanted me to feel, and that scared me a little. I'd only known this man personally for a few weeks, but he could already look into my soul. He could see every emotion on my face, even though that was a skill I thought I had. Yet I had no clue what was going on his mind. Was he getting aroused at all? I mean, I was naked, on a collar and leash, and in his lap. I expected him to pull out his dick right there on the couch, pull me around, and make me start sucking it. I stared ahead, but I wanted to see if I could feel the bulge that he might have. I lifted my head up a couple times, pretending to readjust myself and get comfortable, but I couldn't see anything out of the corner of my eye. Thinking that I should act like a puppy, I nuzzled my head against his thigh, feeling up the length of it very slowly with my temple. I guess I didn't realize exactly what I was doing, because I had moved farther up his leg than I thought, and I found that I had moved my head right on top of his crotch, and there was no doubt that he was hard. "Did you find something you want, pet?" David asked. "I... I um.... just ...." My stutters were my only reply, before he cut me off, "You are not allowed to speak often pet, I would make sure you have something to say before you do." His words made me feel stupid, but I still had no reply. Not without angering him, and that was the last thing I wanted. "You didn't answer me Brooke, did you find what you wanted, yes or no?" I was brilliant question. If I said yes, I would be admitting I was looking for his cock, obviously horny, and brave enough to initiate the contact. If I said no, I was saying that I just accidentally felt his hardened member, and that I didn't even want to know if he was hard or not, and I was just a ditz. David seemed intent on in answer, so I thought it over again. I arrived at the conclusion that the only way that this whole experience could be worth it is if I got a lot out of it too, mainly release. In a whisper, I finally replied back, "Yes, Master, I was looking for your cock." "Oh you were? Well you found it, now what do you want with it?" I paused, thinking of the right answer. It turned out to be a mix of honesty and appeasing him, "I wanted to play with it, make you feel good, Sir, and then maybe you would make me feel the same..." I trailed off, and I could feel the redness in my cheeks build, yet I stared straight ahead. "That sounds like a fine plan pet," he said, as he pulled me off of him. "But you're forgetting one important thing..." As he paused, he unzipped and undid his pants, and freed his cock. It stood up, looking just as hard as I thought it was. He bent it toward me, and pulled my leash slowly, but firmly, until it pressed against my lips, and he pulled him on to it, passing my lips, and entering my mouth. He started moving my head for me, but after a few motions, I started sucking him off myself. Now that I was obediently giving him his blowjob, he continued, "You forget that your pleasure is entirely up to me, and if I want to use you in anyway, I will." I contemplated his words, there had always been the unspoken contract between my few partners I'd had in the past: I get you off, you get me off. But it didn't matter with David; all I could do was comply with his demands, and hope. I must have been slacking off in my blowjob, because he gave me a sharp tug, and thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick much deeper in my mouth, making me gag. I pulled away coughing, but before I could recover, David tugged me back. "Come on Brooke, you're not making me want to give you anything back..." he taunted. I rolled on to all fours again, and leaned down into his lap again, taking his cock back into my mouth, sucking, slurping, and bobbing on it with renewed vigor. He must have liked it, because his free hand went to my head, and he leaned back, moaning. I continued licking, running up and down the length with my tongue, before taking it back, pushing the hard dick as far as my mouth as I could. His hips started rocking forward to meet me, I could tell he was liking it, so that was something. "Mmm, good girl Brooke, I'm gonna cum soon...." His breath was quick and labored, and after just a minute more, he grabbed my head with two hands, holding me in place, I could feel his cock start to throb and spasm, and seconds later he was cumming into my mouth. My eyes shot wide open; I tried to pull away, but his firm grab kept each shot of cum in my mouth, I had to swallow. Finally he released me, and I gasped, some cum dribbling down the side of my face. "Clean us off pet," David ordered. I leaned in again, licked him until it was clean, and I looked up at him, waiting for approval. He nodded his head, so I wiped my face, licking the sticky white mess off myself. All of a sudden, I felt it. I was really, really turned on. I had been without orgasm for more than a week, something I don't think I've done in a very, very long time. I ground my thighs together, trying to suppress the feeling, but I was overcome by burning need between my legs. I looked up at David, hoping he could see the desperate desire that my eyes held. He looked back down at me, smiling smugly. I wasn't sure how puppies told their masters they were in heat, but I whimpered, and then bent down, kissing and licking his still exposed thighs. I knew he could tell what I wanted, but it was just a matter if would give it to me or not. He seemed amused with my display of lust, affection, or whatever. I was feeling a breaking point coming, I needed attention, and I needed it bad. I felt so out of control, and I couldn't help myself. Suddenly I snapped. I stood up on my knees, grabbed his arm and shoulder, and spoke, "Please David! I can't take it anymore! I NEED it! Please! Please!" I thought he would enjoy or at least appreciate my desperation, but as soon as I realized what I said, I clapped my hands to my mouth, and I saw him turn angry. With a firm shove, he pushed me off the couch, and I landed on the floor. As I turned to stand on all fours, I felt his arm wrap underneath me, and much to my surprise, he picked me up roughly, with one arm, carried me, and threw me toward the cage. I fought him this time, that was the last thing I wanted to do, but I couldn't go back inside. I wasn't much of a struggle, he pinned my arms, and scooted me forward, and slammed the door shut behind me before I could even turn around. I grabbed the thin bars, looking at him, but he just stared at me. "I'm impressed pet," he said angrily, "You managed to break just about every rule you have in one moment. You obviously aren't taking this seriously, but I assure you I am." I listened to his words, but I didn't even care, all I could think about was stimulating my pussy. Not very slowly, both my hands slipped between my legs, and I furiously started rubbing and fingering myself, desperate to cum. David was shocked, and he slammed his hands on the bars, rattling the whole cage. "NO, Brooke! Bad girl! NO! I said stop!" I felt pitiful, but there was nothing that I could do to stop myself, I needed release, and I needed it now. David stormed away, I kept busy, and I knew I didn't need much. Even after the short minute I had, I could feel a build start in my pussy. David had returned, although I paid him almost no attention, that is, until the door was flung open, and he grabbed both my arms. He pulled them hard, finally grabbing my wrists. I writhed, uselessly trying to pull them back to continue to pleasure myself. He cuffed one wrist, wrapped the chain around a ceiling bar, the cuffed the other. He closed the door again, and I was in misery. I had been approaching orgasm, but now I couldn't touch myself. He wasn't finished; he must have been worried I would contort myself somehow. With two more pairs of cuffs, he secured my ankles to the sides, rendering me almost entirely immobile. I was dying, I couldn't believe my own body, but I was in physical pain from the ache in my vagina. I did anything I could, I tried to press up against the back, I tried to press my legs together and rub, I even tried rolling over, but while cuffed, I just ended up hurting myself. David had gotten something to drink, pulled up a chair, and just stared at me. I felt like such an uncontrolled slut, but I wanted to cum so badly. I would've given my hand to climax at that moment. I think he was getting something out of watching me struggle helplessly in my restraints, but I couldn't process anything else, I just needed someone, or something, to do anything to me. But I was forced to endure, and it was clear: this was punishment for disobeying. In my mind, this was worse than any pain he had caused me, and it was the absence of contact that really hurt. A spank, a whip, even worse would have been welcome, just as long as I was touched. Good lord, I could feel the juice leak out of me, sliding slowly down my leg. I tried thrash, get loose or free somehow, until it started to hurt. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, but he disinterestedly glanced back, and paid no mind. After an eternity, I could finally feel myself coming down. For some reason, I still felt a little pain inside, but my arousal was definitely dropping. I slumped, and hung my head. Shame welled up inside me like a spring; I had never been so humiliated. And the worst part was that it wasn't David, it was my own self, that made me feel this way, pathetically writhing and squirming, desperate to fulfill my primal urges. I had no self control, I even remember wanting to stop myself, but I was lost in a lust-crazed stupor. I cried softly, ashamed and embarrassed. I shut my eyes, trying to hold in the tears, but they still slid down my cheeks. I hadn't noticed, but David had come over, softly, he raised my arms, and undid the cuffs on my wrists. My arms fell to my sides, I felt fatigued and weak. The cuffs come off my ankles too, and I was free to move around at least a little, but I just sat in the same position. David watched me, and after a while longer, he opened the door to my cage. He didn't grab my leash, but instead opened his bedroom door, and called me to follow him. A few seconds later, I was slowly trudging in, on all fours, but I felt sore. I hoped he wasn't going to hit me again, but he spoke gently to me, "Normally I would punish you for how much you've disobeyed this morning, but I think the last hour was punishment enough." I took a sigh of relief. I don't know how much more I could handle. I had been a wreck for the past day, and I was going to take any compassion when I found it, even if unexpected. "You have a couple hours, get some more sleep, pet." He motioned for me to come up on the bed. "This is not a reward, I expect you to be rested and happy when I wake you." As I crawled up, he drew back a blanket; I curled and rested my head on the pillow, and was covered as he tucked the blanket in around me. He was right: I was exhausted, even though I'd barely moved anywhere so far today. I guess between emotional stress, a bad night's sleep, and being forced to let my arousal subside, I was pretty beat. David drew the curtains, and turned to leave the room. Puppy Girl Ch. 04 "If you try and pleasure yourself again, you will be in for serious punishment." His last words before he shut the door were harsh and firm, but I honestly felt like I deserved them. I did feel guilty, I had promised to be a full, live-in pet, but when I got too worked up, I broke every rule I had just pleading for him to help me. I did wonder if we were ever going to get to screwing, and I thought about maybe acting the part even more, teasing him too. Probably not a good idea though, he'd been able to see through every action I'd done so far, and I'm sure both of us didn't want me to be the desperate slut I was earlier. But, with all this going through my mind, I suddenly stopped myself. I was on the bed, I had a chance at a few hours of good sleep, and I didn't know if I would have that again. So I tried to forget everything, just focusing on the sounds of my breaths, and before long, exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep. I woke up with a start, a bright florescent light filling the room. I shielded my face, trying to slowly rise out of my grogginess. "Up, up, little pup!" David said cheerfully. He was obviously happy with his rhyme. The time for being afraid and negligent was over, so I rolled, and shook my head, to help wake me up. I knew my hair was probably messy, and normally I would've wanted to splash my face or something, but I hopped off the bed quickly, scurried to his feet, and looked up at him standing over my kneeling form. David must have been surprised, "Very good girl, I hope you plan to keep up good behavior." He pulled out the leash again, I brushed past his leg (hoping that's what good puppies do), and lowered my head, letting him clip to my collar easily. We left the room, and while we walked out, I noticed I could keep up with his walk, maybe I was getting better. I smelled food again, so I hummed happily. I think David was enjoying my demeanor, he would pat or scratch my head softly, and I could tell he was smiling too. He had already set a plate for me on the floor, a small water dish too, I walked ahead of him a little, leaning down, inspecting the food, smelling it. I heard him chuckle, so I turned my head upwards, looking up at him as a form of asking permission. "Go ahead, girl, eat!" I was grateful he knew what I meant, and I started in. I took a bite at time, sitting back to chew the bread and meat. David was seated next to me, a napkin on his lap, and he took his time cutting and mixing his food. I was thirstier than anything though. Eating had been easy, but I was having difficulty drinking. At first, I tried doing it the same way I'd seen dogs do it, just licking at it with my tongue. It was very ineffective, so I tried sucking it from the bowl, but it caused some water to go down the wrong pipe, and I had a coughing fit. Finally, I bit the bowl hard, and picked it up with my teeth, and started leaning back until liquid started flowing into my mouth. Of course, I had spilled quite a bit, most on to my chest. I noticed David had been watching me, and he shook his head. I set the bowl back down, now that it was almost empty. He took his cloth napkin, leaned down and started drying me off. He had a soft touch this time, and he didn't resist the urge to squeeze my boobs as they were dried. He refilled the dish, and gave me a raised-eyebrow look, daring me to try the same method to drinking. I knew I had made a pretty big fool of myself, but for some reason I didn't feel as embarrassed or humiliated like I had been before. David started telling the story of his first family pet while eating. I didn't know if he was relating me to it, or just filling the silence, but I listened politely while we ate and drank. I was getting confused by him, he had been hard, cruel, and standoffish, but he'd also been attentive, affectionate, and nice at times. Before long he was finished, I hadn't cleaned my plate, but he took it off the floor anyway. David untied my leash from the chair, and took the last of the things from his meal into the kitchen. He turned the water on, I heard the sounds of clinking and sloshing, then he called out, "Go to the bedroom, I'll meet you there in a few minutes." Being off the leash, unrestrained, was almost a weird feeling for me, but I turned and head back toward the bedroom. I wasn't sure exactly what to do, or how present myself, I found myself somewhat wishing he would've given more instructions or orders... But soon enough, he came in. He started undoing his shirt, his eyes looking into mine, and then running along my body. "Come up on the bed, Brooke." I quickly obeyed. "I think I haven't quite inspected my pet's body thoroughly enough yet," he said in a lowered voice. He kneeled next to me, and I felt his hands on my back, running up and down my sides. He traced the leather collar, grasped and squeezed my neck softly. His touching grew more intimate, he ran over my stomach, rising until he cupped my boobs, flicking the nipples softly. I let out a soft coo; I wasn't fighting his advances in the slightest. He started sliding a hand lower, and I tensed in anticipation. He was taking an agonizingly long time, but his fingers finally reached my clit, ever so softly he rubbed the sensitive nub. I didn't fight anything, I let my body react, my hips pushing back, trying to make more contact. "Mm, getting hot again pet?" he teased. "I think I need a taste," David moved me forward, and leaned in towards my pussy. I could feel his breath as he deliberately blew it out to tease my moist opening. Slowly, I felt him press into me with his tongue. I arched my back, moaning softly. He gripped my ass cheeks, kneading them as he started flicking his tongue faster, deeper, and harder. I grabbed fistfuls of sheets, loving the feeling of euphoria. He had succeeded in turning me on, and I was well on my way to orgasm. I crossed my fingers and toes that he would let me finish, but from what he was doing, there was no sign he was going to stop anytime soon. He was good too; he started rubbing my clit, pinching it slightly from time to time. I moaned, whimpered, and let out soft screams as my climax built. My hips were rocking back and forth into him, I knew I was complete putty in his hands, but I was loving it in that moment. I felt the familiar build, and I moaned loudly, trying to let him know without talking that I was close. He must have got the message, because he started fingering me, two of his large fingers thrusting in and out of my dripping pussy at lightning speed. A few moments later I clenched my entire body, and then let go in a furious climax. My mind clouded with little bubbles of pleasure as I was lost in my orgasm for a few seconds. When I came to, David was licking up and down my thighs, I must have cum quite a bit, I could still feel it run down my legs. "Mmm, did that feel good pet?" Before I could really think about it, I turned around, crawled forward, licking him on the cheek. I replied softly into his ear, "So good Master, thank you, thank you." "I'm glad, but we're not done yet," he said back. "It's time for me to make you mine again." I was more than happy to oblige, I turned back around, I leaned down and arched my back, fully presenting myself to him. David stood up off the bed, started removing his shirt. I teased him a little, by wagging my butt back and forth, as he was undressing. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him, shirtless, and looking at his phone intently. He looked back at me, "Stay right there pet, I'll be back in just a minute." He winked at me, and left the room. I did want him back; I was more than willing for another round. I heard him start a phone conversation, but he walked away from the door, so I just waited for him to come back. I was excited, it wasn't our first time together, but it did sort of feel like a first. I smiled to myself, and tried to make myself ready for him. Suddenly, David burst back through the door, but his demeanor had totally changed. He threw his shirt back on, buttoning just a couple buttons, as I gave him a confused look. "I'm sorry pet, something urgent came up, I have to go right now." I pouted at him, but he didn't even seem to notice. He grabbed my leash again, clipped it on, and pulled me down hurriedly. He led me to my cage, he pushed it further out of the way. I wanted to ask what was going on, why it was happening, but I whimpered loudly instead. "I'm sorry Brooke, this isn't a punishment, but you have to go in." He looked like he was about to rush out of here, so I thought it best just comply, I walked into the cage, turning around to watch him latch it shut again. He walked around quickly, pacing almost, collecting things as he made ready to head out the door. He stopped abruptly as he passed my cage for the last time, looking it over. "I....ugh.... Just try to get some sleep pet, I will be back before you know it." Grabbing the tablecloth, he draped it over the bars. I should have said something, let him know I was worried and confused. I felt even more boxed in now that I couldn't even see outside the cage. I listened to his urgent steps, and a minute later he hit the lights and was out the door. Finally, I called out, "Wait, Master! Sir!" I paused, "David!" I heard nothing, he was really gone, and I was left abruptly in the dark. I had no time to process what was going on, and what kind of matter could take him away from his home on a weekend night. I knew I was being good, and he had said this wasn't a punishment, but then why did I feel like I had messed things up somehow? Why did he have to put me back in my cage, and why cover it? I had no idea what was going on. At least he had made me cum; I still felt the relief from having that pressure released. But the more I thought about what happened, the more it didn't make sense. Over an hour must have passed, David wasn't back, and I finally felt drowsiness start to set in. Soon sleep overcame me; my questions would have to wait until tomorrow. Puppy Girl Ch. 05 Sorry for the long wait, you'll be pleased to know I'm already going on the next chapter. I eat feedback, and I'm very hungry! Thanks to everyone who reads, votes, and comments. I actually just speed read the fifty shades series, can anyone explain to me the buzz about it? It was a great story, but I've read a few stories here on Literotica that I'd want to see as movies before Fifty Shades. ***** I knew it was the dead of the night, even though my small cage had become a windowless box with the fabric draped over it. I could handle being humiliated and degraded by David, when that meant I could get the sex I wanted out of it. But I was left alone, again. I was beyond unhappy. I was done. I know now that there is a part of me that wants to submit, and be controlled, but I was being hurt, ignored, and left feeling dejected. Was that his plan, keep me around as a possession, box me up whenever he was bored with me? And this goddamn tablecloth. My mind was shrieking in agony, I wanted to see something, anything, so badly. I wanted to count down the seconds until I was out of here, but he had to let me go first. I must have drifted off for a while, because the next thing I knew I was feeling warmth of the light starting to come into the room. I longed to stretch out, to feel the comfort of a soft bed. Just then, there was finally sound, the fumbling of keys at the door, and the sound of it swinging open. "In you go, hurry up." I heard David say, distant; he must have still been in the other room. Was there someone else he was talking to? "Brooke, you still there honey?" As if there was anywhere else I could be. "I have someone I want you to meet, pet." The cloth was pulled off the top of me, light flooded into my eyes, and I squinted, realizing there were two figures in front of me. David stood over my cage, looking down at me, smiling as though he was pleased. He was wearing the same clothes as last night, but he didn't appear to be disheveled at all. I saw in his hand a leather leash, and I followed it to the neck of a brunette girl, she had to be just a few years older than me. She was thin, very tan skin, and she looked to be pretty short. It was hard to tell, she was on all fours, naked, with her eyes lowered to the floor. "This is Christina," David said as he motioned toward her, "She used to be my puppy, just like you. She is shy, but very obedient, and will she obey every command I give her." I remained still, shocked and dumbfounded. There were others? A flare of jealousy rose, even though I wanted nothing more to do with him. Where did she come from? Does David have all these girls on call? Why is she here? As if he heard my unspoken questions, David began to speak, "I think you're wondering what's going on, little one. I brought her here to show you what it means to be a good puppy. She's learned, and so will you." His words hung in the silent room. Christina hadn't even stolen a glance; she looked like a mindless robot, waiting for the next command. That couldn't be me, I hoped that wasn't me. I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice, "David, I...I want to be... done. No more..." I stammered. David gave me a confused look through the bars, before getting close, and squatting, so that we were face to face. "No." He said firmly. "You are mine, and I've put in too much to just let you walk out the door." "Wh-... What?" "You heard me." His voice was steely and cold. "You're not done, because I'm not finished with you. You will feel much differently once you complete what I have in store for you today." Was it a threat? I was trying to let him know that I couldn't continue, this wasn't a game for me anymore, but I lost my voice again. David leaned in even closer, his voice a whisper, "You know I punish disobedience. But today is different." He paused, and for a second, there was a glimmer of hope. "Christina is experienced, you are not. So every time you disobey, she will be punished instead of you. If she acts out, then you will get it." He started to smirk as I realized what he meant. I wondered, did she really wanted to be here, or was she a victim? The door of my cage was finally opened, and he motioned for me to crawl out. I was paralyzed, in fear, in disbelief, in pure shock. How could I not have seen who he really was? "OUT. NOW, Brooke," David shouted. True to his word, he brought his palm down hard on Christina's naked butt, and she cried out, shaking me out of my stupor. She had barely moved though, still in the same place David had put her. David yanked my collar up towards him, moving to clip my leash on. Instinctively, I pulled away, and I looked up at his face, wrought with annoyance and frustration. He released me, turned around, and struck Christina with my leash, like a whip. "BAD GIRL Brooke. You WILL do as you're told!" He struck the other girl a couple more times. "S-s-stop! Please, I'll be better!" I burst. David regarded me quickly, obviously unhappy. Looking into my eyes the entire time, he whipped Christina again, harder. She cried out again, and as I turned, I saw the tears slowly running down her cheeks. "My puppies do not speak unless spoken to, and they refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir', understood?" For emphasis, he whipped her again, hard. Wave after wave of guilt crashed into me, and I felt a few tears welling up. I nodded solemnly at David, deliberately raising up and exposing my collared neck to him. I think he was pleased, I could sense a smug grin on his face. I thought I could tell David I was done, and he would let me go, but now it was different. This poor girl was going to get beaten if I didn't shape up, I felt so sorry for her. As David grabbed both of us by the leash, I tried to catch her eye, show her my apologetic look, but her eyes remained ever-glued to the floor. As we walked on fours behind him, I felt afraid. What was this girl like before she had met David? How did she become this mindless, obedient, sex slave, and was he trying to make me the same? David interrupted my thoughts, "Brooke, it seems to me you don't fully understand the benefit of belonging to me..." Other than being a naked play-thing? "On the bed, lie on your back, now." His command was edgy, and remembering the pain I caused Christina, I quickly obeyed. I hopped up, rolled on to my back, staring straight at the ceiling, feeling extremely aware of my nakedness again. Roughly, David grabbed both my arms bringing them above my head. He smoothly closed leather cuffs around my wrists, binding me to the headboard. "Spread your legs. Wide." I obeyed, and I blushed a deep shade of red as I felt myself being very lewdly displayed. David moved around the bed, and I watched him as he quickly secured my ankles to the corners with rope. Was he going to take me like this? I knew I didn't want him, but my body had been betraying me all weekend, I needed to make a stand here. Somehow. I mentally prepared myself for him on top of me, closing my eyes tightly as I waited for him to join me. After a minute, I could feel another body on the bed. I winced, and tensed up, as I could feel him stepping closer and closer to me. The first thing I felt was tongue tracing up my thigh, finding a path until it pushed against my sex. I arched my back involuntarily, gasping as electricity surged through my body. His hands gripped my hips as David started to work his tongue into my pussy, licking and dragging it slowly. Suddenly I heard his voice next to my ear, "I know you will fight it, but imagine all the pleasure you could feel if you would only submit to me..." he whispered. My eyes shot opened, and as I looked down, Christina's head, not David's, was between my legs, dutifully eating me out. I closed my eyes again, my head spinning. I had never been attracted to girls, but my god, she was so good! I wriggled and writhed but my bonds left me immobile, and it was painful to struggle. Still, I tensed my body as hard as I could, trying to fight the pleasure that was invading my body. I felt a masculine hand on my belly, moving around my chest. David grabbed one of my breasts, giving it a firm squeeze, his thumb running over my nipple, tweaking it a little, before repeating the treatment on my other. It was here, my urge, my uncontrollable lust. I silently cursed my body's betrayal. How could I be so easy, I was weak... and powerless. I finally relaxed, sighing loudly. I arched my back again, moaning as Christina moved deeper, her fingers toying with my sensitive clit. I was silenced by David's lips crashing down on mine, his tongue invading my mouth. I started to shudder, and David pulled up, staring right into my eyes. "You're close, pet. Don't fight it, you're going to cum for me, right here, right now." 'No!' I thought to myself. 'I can't let it be this easy! I can't... I can't...' But as if on cue, David grabbed both my boobs, kneading them, playing with the sensitive nubs. The sensation was enough to send me over the edge, and my mind was a cloud of bursting orgasmic bubbles. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I shook violently as my unwanted climax conquered me body. As I came to, I was free from my bonds. Christina was sitting up on the bed, her face totally unreadable. Did she like doing that to me, did she hate it? Do I turn her on, is she even a lesbian? My silent deliberation was cut short again however, "Switch places, now." David barked. "You're going to return the favor Brooke," I froze. Did... did he actually expect me to pleasure another woman? One look on his commanding, dominant face was all I needed to tell me yes. Christina had already crawled around me, waiting for me to move. I rose, moving out of her way. David pushed me aside as he copied the bonds that were used on me, Christina's wrists tied above her, and her legs spread apart and secured. David must have noticed my apprehension, and he smiled, "What's the matter pup? Don't you like your new friend?" he teased. "Don't tell me you've never eaten pussy before?" I shook my head no. "Well trust me, its not that hard." David grabbed a handful of my hair, and positioned me between the bound girl's legs. I'd never seen another girl's vagina, not this close. She was totally bare, and I could make out that she was starting to get a little wet already. I leaned down, examining it closely, still unsure of what to do. David was obviously through waiting, he gave me a slap on the butt cheek, and I was pushed forward, my lips making contact with her opening. She let out a soft sigh at the contact, and experimentally, I let my tongue come out, gently touching the outside of her pussy, testing the taste. It wasn't bad, so I continued, lost in the moment. I had come down from my earlier orgasm, and yet my heart was beating so fast. I was nervous, excited, scared, worried, a flurry of emotions going through my head. I must have slowed down or stopped, because Christina whimpered, wriggling her hips as my head sat between her thighs. I felt David's hand grab my ass, holding on and squeezing. "Come on, give her more pet. After all, she did it for you," he taunted. He pushed my body forward, and still couldn't bring myself to pleasure her with all the vigor she had used on me. "Fine. If she doesn't cum in 5 minutes, someone's getting punished, HARD." I looked back at David incredulously; surely this had to be unreasonable of him? He started at me for a moment, than said shortly, "Four minutes, forty-five seconds." Christina whimpered again, and I turned, staring at her. She returned my gaze for the first time today, her eyes were pleading, scared and desperate. I swallowed, and started to lick. I had no idea what I was doing, but I tried to mimic what others had done to me. I swirled my tongue fast around her lower lips, and her groan helped me know I was doing a good job. I brought my hands up, petting her thighs, trying anything I could think of to be pleasurable to her. I pressed deeper, and inhaled sharply, her scent was fierce. I pressed my tongue, pushing past the pink folds of flesh, and Christina shivered. I did my best to imitate having sex, bobbing my head back and forth, thrusting my flexed tongue in and out. Every so often I would look up, trying to study her face, but her eyes were closed, biting her lip. "Hurry up, she's almost out of time..." David said threateningly. I reached underneath her, squeezing her butt, kissing, suckling, and tonguing as fast as possible. I sucked on her clit, all my inhibitions gone, only trying to beat the clock. David spoke again, "That's it, you're out of t—" "AAAAAAAAAH!!" Christina shrieked loudly, and without any other warning, her warm juices started rushing out, on to my tongue, face, and running off her legs. I stood motionless, did I just do that? David tugged my leash back, pointing my face up as he examined it. Christina's release was still on my face, and with two fingers, he wiped some off, then pressed them into my mouth, making me suck them, taking in her taste. "Barely, but you made it, I'm proud of both of you." He stroked my cheek tenderly. God, how could he be so bipolar, first he's hitting us, now he's comforting me? David grabbed my waist, and with impressive strength, he moved me, and laid me right on top of the still-cuffed Christina. "I think you both earned a reward... so try to enjoy it." David, with a never-ending supply of tying-up equipment, produced more rope. He positioned my body so I was directly on top of the smaller girl, face down, my face only inches away from hers. Quickly he tied my arms above me, alongside hers, and then I heard the sound of his clothes coming off, and hitting the floor. No. No. No, I couldn't enjoy this. He just forced me to go to third base with a helpless stranger, and now he was going to fuck me for it? Fuck us for it? I willed my body to shut down, to stop feeling, but it seemed that every time I was bound and immobile, the sensations were heightened all the more. I felt his presence behind us, I bit my lip, and looked ahead of me and Christina. Her expression shocked me; it wasn't one of fear, shyness, or even lust. It was just... acceptance. I felt hands on my hips, and he ground himself forward, but it must have been her that he was entering. Her eyes rolled back, her jaw went slack, and I could only stare at her face. David bumped into me with every thrust, and Christina started making high pitched, soft cries when he picked up the pace. Without warning, he grabbed my hips harder, and then his cock was buried inside me. I cried out, the feeling of fullness was overwhelming. David was merciless, his hips banged into mine as he pushed himself all the way inside my well-lubricated pussy. David kept this pattern: he would take me for a while, and then switch to the other helpless girl beneath him. I didn't know what was worse, the hard fucking he gave me as I was powerless to resist, or having to watch Christina endure the same treatment inches from me. And just as I had for the past few days, my body responded. Unwanted pleasure rocked the core of my being, and it seemed just before I could recover, David's length was back inside. His thrusting became more erratic, and sharing a glance with Christina, we could tell he was close. We must have been right, David quickly hopped off the bed, and came to the side. "Grnngh, turn to me girls," he ordered with labored breath. It was hard to both look sideways at him, we lay cheek touching cheek, watching David pump himself, his cock aimed right at our faces. He groaned loudly, and I closed my eyes, feeling his cum hit my face, it ran down my jaw line, my nose, and I was sure there was some in my hair. David let out a strong sigh of relief, and I peeked my eye open; I guess he was spent, too. "Kiss." He ordered, and again, my mind froze and went blank. "Clean each other up." I turned to Christina, looking for some sign of what to do, how to react, but she was already leaning forward, and she took a long lick across my cheek, and David's cum was on her tongue as she leaned back. I stood immobile, how could this girl obey him so blindly? As if she was answering, her lips met mine, and she softly kissed me, her tongue sliding around my face. She leaned back, and I realized that she was giving me access to do the same to her. My face went red again, as I reluctantly obeyed, slowly taking the mess off her face with my tongue. I leaned down for a quick kiss, hoping for some sort of reassuring smile, or anything, as I did. There was only her lips meeting mine, and she closed her eyes, I hoped she wasn't enjoying this, too! "Hmmmm, it's good to see you two getting along so well..." David taunted as he untied us from the bed. Every muscle was jelly, but I still managed to slink off of Christina. I felt her curl, and guilt came over me again. I had done everything with this girl, and I still had yet to speak a word to her. "Clean yourselves quickly in the bathroom, then come out, and eat." David's orders were still crisp, but he was at least in a better mood. I might be able to get out of here without any more pain. David left the room, and Christina sat up, started walking to the bathroom (on two feet!). Without the sexually charged atmosphere, I covered myself, following her into the adjacent bathroom. She seemed detached, almost emotionless as she turned the shower on. I wanted to reach out to her, tell her I felt her agony. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hav-" I was silenced by her finger on my lips. She shook her head. No? What did that mean? No, we can't talk? No, I shouldn't feel guilty? She tugged my arm, leading me into the shower. At first I thought she was going to join me, but she waited at the sink. I closed my eyes, and let the water run over me. I felt so dirty, so used, like a toy, or a piece of clothing, and now I was going through the laundry. I leaned my head and stared at the wall, lost in thought. The shower door opened, "Psst, hurry. We can't make Master wait." I turned around, I guess I was clean enough so I stepped out, but I was dumbfounded. She took my place in the shower, and she hurriedly rubbed the water and soap over her body. I must have looked like I was ogling her, but I didn't care. Was she really that brainwashed? David wasn't even here, yet she followed his rules, and still feared his wrath. I was absolutely perplexed, and then terrified. The past hour (or more, I don't even know) was filled with sex, kinky, rough sex, and I participated, enthusiastically. Was that how he got to her, was that how he was getting to me? I still haven't managed to hold back my desire, and at every pass I've tried. Christina only took a few minutes, and she was out. She handed me a towel, and we dried off quickly. Without a word, she took the towel from me, did her hair in a ponytail, before doing the same to mine. She opened the bathroom door, and dropped to all fours, and headed out into the main area. I was still dumbstruck, but distant clinking snapped me out of it. I ran a couple steps before dropping to my knees as well. I suddenly felt very self-aware. When did the last shred of pride leave me? I dropped to walking on my fours, just because that was what I was ordered to do. Maybe I was losing my willpower... A bowl of hot food was slid in front of me, jarring me from my thoughts. Christina was already bent over on the other side of David, taking graceful bites as she leaned her head into it. I did the same. The food wasn't bad, but it was tasteless to me. I still felt exhausted, even with the short reprieve I had in the shower. I longed to stretch out, to have clothes on, this was just too much. But I would hurt Christina if I didn't go along with it all; I had no choice. Puppy Girl Ch. 05 "Good girl, Christina. That's my good girl," David cooed, as he patted her head. She leaned over, nuzzling his leg while David sat. I watched her for a few seconds, confused about what to feel. Disgust? Shame? Jealousy, even adoration? I moved my eyes up to David's, and he had been watching me the whole time. I jerked my head forward, staring straight at the wall, but I knew he could see the redness build in my cheeks. We continued in silence, I ate the food slowly, reluctantly, even though I was starving. I couldn't bear to even look at them right now. Knocking on the door interrupted us. Annoyed, David slapped my ass hard, and I cried out; he stood up and went to the door. As he checked the window, he hurried back. He tied my leash in a hurried knot to the table leg, shook a finger at me, "Not a word, don't make one sound." His tone frightened me. "Silence, both of you," And he was gone. He went to the door, I heard him open it, step outside, and greet whoever was there with a cheery, "Good afternoon!" Was he rattled? Who could it be, it didn't sound like David knew the people so I stretched as far as the leash would let me, listening intently. From outside I caught a few pieces of conversation, "-ssing person, filed late last..." "... get that information?" " Can't say... Sure that she's..." The few words I heard didn't make sense to me, but I couldn't hear anything. I wanted to see who it was outside, but this damn leash. I went to untie it, but then I saw Christina's face, her eyes were wide, and she clapped her hand to her mouth when I touched the leather. She shook her head frantically, and slapped my hand away. Frustrated, I crawled under the table to get a little extra slack, I could almost peek around the corner, and maybe I could catch a glimpse of whoever it was that was outside. I pulled and strained, I could see the light from the outside window... SNAP I must have pulled hard enough to bend the leg inward, and the weight of the table snapped it, and the table fell, its heavy weight landing on my back. I collapsed under the weight, the wind knocked out of me. I tried to call out, but there was no air in my lungs. I felt pain, and I was pinned. "HELP! Master, HELP!" At first I thought it was my voice that called out, but it was Christina's. I was somewhat aware of loud movement going on, there were more people in the house now. David's voice came through, and it was the first time I heard him panicked. "I'm sure it's fine, no need, really, please." "What the fuck!" said a different voice. There was a pause, and then I felt the weight off me. A third, gentle voice spoke to me, "Miss, are you ok, what's happening here?" David spoke first, "Look, I'm sure this looks very strange, but we're all adults here, we have consensual agreement." I was helped off the floor and I sat on the carpet, my eyes fluttered open, and I was staring at a rather chubby policeman. He gazed at me kindly, and I instinctively covered up. I turned my head away; I couldn't believe someone was seeing me like this! There must have been another policeman too, the chubby one stood up, and they were talking to themselves. "I bet you don't see this, and it may look bad, but just ask them! Christina, will you please tell the officers you asked to come here?" "I... I...," she started to stammer. "Yes, ... Officers... I want to be here..." She had the most timid voice. No! I know she was scared, just like I was scared! I felt a cloth drape over my shoulders, then David was squatting next to me. At an audible whisper, he asked, "What happened, babydoll?" I'm his babydoll now? "I, the table, broke, underneath..." I could barely talk, but I tried to explain, the dumbfounded officers standing in David's home with a perplexed look on their faces. They began talking to themselves again. David looked at them, the unease obvious in his features. The other officer coughed and spoke up, "Well sir, this is your home, but might we have a few moments for questions just with the girls?" David stood next to Christina, his hand on her shoulder, "Feel free to ask any questions in front of me. I'm not worried, and you're just doing your job." The officer was clearly uncomfortable, probably because he had to question two naked ladies. He gathered himself, and to me, said, "Is that right miss? I need to know that it's your choice to be here, and that you're in no danger." I looked down. Choice... did I choose to be here? Yes, I did, I came here, even though I barely knew him. Danger? He hit me... but it was supposed to be sexual, part of the game. Well, was it a game anymore? No, it wasn't and I couldn't say no. Did that make it rape? I tightened the cloth tightly around my shoulders, and I sensed the officer still waiting for my reply. I studied the material, no, no, no, not this. It was the tablecloth on top of me all night. No, get it away, no, get it off, no, get me out, no, no more. No. No. Finally, my thoughts became words, "No..." I said, at whisper. "No, you're in no danger?" The officer prompted. "No..." I said again, I guess I knew no other words in that moment, "No..." My voice quivered; there was a flood of tears on their way. "Miss, are you here by your own choice, do you want to be here?" I turned to David, his knuckles were white as he squeezed Christina's shoulder, and she was biting her lip. Was she in more pain because of me? I slowly rotated my head, looking at the officer, and quietly replied, "No... he won't let me leave..." That was it, the tears were here. I had been a crying machine, but I broke down into uncontrollable sobs. I grabbed the tablecloth off my shoulders flung it away. I was naked, but I couldn't stand another second of it touching me, such a close reminder of the captivity I'd been living in. I couldn't stop my sobs. I scurried away, to the nearest corner I could find, and I covered my head, curled my legs and hugged them to my chest, and cried. And cried, and cried. Somewhere, my mind registered the conversation after, "She's lying!! I asked her here, and she said she wanted this!" David was yelling "Sir, we have to follow protocol. There has to be an investigation," the chubby one said. "No! This is bullshit! She can't ask for kinky sex, and then say she doesn't want it" "Okay, I've heard enough, you're all coming with us," the other one announced. "Yea, dispatch, Car 1098. Turns out we got a situation here, please send another squad car." He walked out, giving more instructions, David was still flipping out, and I didn't hear a peep from Christina. But I was lost, the total gravity of everything falling on me at once. Every time I thought I could calm down, I erupted in emotion again, and I cried harder. I pressed my eyes tightly together; I just wanted to shut out the entire world. I am pathetic; I lost all resolve to fight. My body betrayed me at every turn, how I wish I could've denied him just once, but I was so, so weak. One of the officers finally came over to me, I don't know how long it had been. He touched my naked back, I'm sure he meant to be reassuring, but I recoiled at the touch. "Miss, where are your clothes, we need to get you dressed, and get you out of here," "I... I don't know..." I stammered. "How did you get here?" "I drove... but my car, ... Accident..." This went on for a while, I'm sure I was no help at all, but he finally must have figured enough out, and he left me be for a while. And new waves of tears came streaking down my face. God, how could I have been so stupid, so easy, and so weak? I met David online, what was I thinking? I got lost in his charm, and then he pushed buttons no one had ever even found on me, and then he went too far. I was lost again in my cries. The next while was almost like an out-of-body experience for me. There was commotion, there were people coming in and out, and there were occasional sirens outside. Someone else, a woman, had tried to talk to me, but I was not leaving the safety of my curled up position in the corner. She tugged at my shoulders, and I shrieked, I wanted no one to touch me. Some time later, someone came in, and I heard the drop of a bag near me. "Uh, miss, we found your car, this looks like your bag..." It was a younger person, obviously uncomfortable. "So, uh, please come outside once you've... collected yourself," I turned around for the first time in hours. The younger man had a police jacket on, and he scuttled off quickly. They had found my car, they found my bag. I let out an exasperated giggle. I had expected to need this bag all weekend. I could hear people outside still, voices penetrating the house from the front door. I slowly opened my bag, fishing around for clothes while still in a heap on the floor. 5 minutes later, I was clothed, for the first time since the first night I stepped into David's house. I knew I looked like a mess, but that's how I felt too. I slowly started outside, clutching my bag tightly, hugging it to my chest like a shield. Officer Chubby was still here, and he was the first to come talk to me. "Miss, I know it's been a trying time right now, but we need to bring you to the station, get a statement, and sort this whole thing out, the others are down there now doing the same." "Ok..." I followed him slowly. A thought occurred to me, "Hey, why did you guys show up anyway..." "Miss Castalia called, saying where you might be, and that she hadn't heard from you in days." Oh Andrea. She must have been so worried. She already didn't like that I was going away to spend time with a guy I just met, and she didn't even know the half of it. I didn't know if David was arrested, and frankly I didn't care. I gave my statement truthfully, but leaving out most of the details. I met him online, I met him in person after, and he seemed ok. He invited me here, then it spiraled out of control. I didn't like answering their specific questions. I almost lost it again when they asked if I was kept in the dog cage they found. Outside I heard screams, "NO! You can't take me away from Master, I NEED him! You don't understand!" Christina was wailing, thrashing in the grip of two people taking her from the building. I shuddered, as it became apparent just how much she was attached to him. I shuddered again, imagining me like that too. If I had to rely on him for everything, food, water, shelter, and sex, would I have been that dependent, that obedient? I tried to shake the thought from my mind, and I continued with the investigating officer. Not too much longer I was free to go. They still hadn't told me if he was in custody, and I couldn't bring myself to ask. I just wanted to never see him again. I wish there was some magic machine that could take me back, before any of this. And maybe I could still be same Brooke, optimistic, stressed, and buoyant. Not the defeated, emotional, wreck I was now. The officer took a call, glancing at me and nodding while he spoke. "Well miss, it looks like your car's been taken care of. Do you think you'll be able to drive?" I didn't respond. "Miss, we're gonna need to call someone to come get you then..." That shocked me. I realized I was back in the real world. I was in a world between fantasy and nightmare, but it was over. I wiped my face, and finally felt a little more composed. "You know, I will be ok, I just need to wait for a little bit." I gave him a thin smile. "And I have to say thanks, for getting this whole situation resolved..." "Well it might not be totally over, but if you feel like you can make it home..." We concluded our business, and I was escorted out. I recognized a couple people from before, and they'd all probably seen me naked. I wanted to thank Officer Chubby, but I didn't see him. I got directions out of the city. I had my car, and it was drivable. I had my belongings again, and I had finally control of myself. But I still felt like I was leaving something behind... ***** Thanks for waiting, and thanks for reading! I know the past couple chapters fall more in the Non-Consent/Reluctance category, but had to keep all the chapters together. I do apologize for a little bit of writer block, I really hope I keep the inspiration going! Puppy Girl Ch. 06 To my readers: Sorry so much for the long delay! The computer I worked on the story on crashed. And there is nothing worse then trying to recreate work you've already done, but I hope this chapter is a worthy continuation of the story! It was the feedback that kept me inspired though, all your messages mean a lot, and they do impact the story! I promise to have a little more action in the next one... :3 ***** I was out of the police station, I sat in my car. Images and feelings of the past 48 hours poured through my head. Naked, caged or leashed, pleasured and punished, it was all completely overwhelming, even in retrospect. Fresh tears welled up, but I fought them back. I drove a few blocks, and stopped at a Subway. I ordered a simple sandwich, and sat by myself, but three bites into it, I lost all my appetite. To make matters worse, a lady strode by, walking her two dogs, which trotted happily in front of her. My god, that was me a few hours ago, I couldn't believe that was actually what I wanted... I hit the road, I turned the radio as loud as I could stand, singing along at the top of my lungs, just trying to block everything else out. It actually helped, the drive went quickly. The blaring music was insulating me against painful memories as the sun was setting in the horizon in front of me. I had about an hour left to drive, and I dialed Andrea. A few seconds later, a frantic voice came on the other end, "Brooke?!? Where have you been, you didn't call, what's going on?" "Dray, Dray, just listen to me for a second," "I had to call the POLICE for Christ sake! You left a note, that was it, I hadn't heard from you-" "ANDREA!" I blurted through the phone, "I will be home in about an hour, pour me a glass of wine, and I'll tell you everything. I'm fine, honest." "You are not off the hook missy, just get home!" I knew she hung up on me, and her words hung around with me. What was I actually going to tell her? I don't think the police ever got back to her, so she only knew that I had gone to see David, and that I was out of contact. She knew that I was interested in him, and that's it, I think. I didn't have to tell her anything really, but she was my closest friend, who else could I open up to? The sky was black when I pulled up to my house. I turned off the engine, and stared ahead for a few minutes. I rocked back and forth, thumping my head softly against the wheel. I didn't know if I was ready for reality again. My phone lit up with a text message: *Stop being weird. Come inside.* Andrea: the ever vigilant spy. I clambered out of my car, glancing up at the house; I knew she was still watching me. I slung my bag over my shoulder, trudging up the steps. I was exhausted, I had barely slept, barely ate, and my knees were still a bit sore. Andrea met me at the door, and I offered her a weak smile. I came in, and she took the bag from me, leading me into the living room. Two wine glasses were poured, although one was significantly lower than the other. Andrea had yet to speak, she looked me over again and again, and I suspect she was looking for bruises, or other indications of what might have happened. She always suspected the worse, but I doubt the truth of what happened ever crossed her mind. I sat down on the couch, she sat in the easy chair, very straight up and proper, twirling her glass in her hand. "Well??" She demanded. "Andrea... I'm sorry you were so worried..." I was slow getting the words out of me. "What the hell happened to you?" "I... I don't know where to begin..." Suddenly her face was filled with worry; I'd never seen Andrea like this. I guess she must have assumed I was just a negligent friend, but I think she realized there was more than what I alluded to earlier. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to gather myself, still deciding how much to share with her. I looked down, my hands were trembling. No, screw it. This was too much for me to deal with on my own, if she wanted to listen then I was going to share. "So, I never really told you how I met David." "I assumed you guys met on a dating site or something, you never really were interested in any guys I saw you with after Mark." "Well... you're kind of right. I was in a chatroom a while ago... ok back up for one second, I guess there's something even more I should share." I took a deep breath, trying to put my bombshell out lightly. "I've kind of been a little bit of a sexual deviant lately... its all been about trying more submissive kind of roles and relationships..." My voice had gone quiet, and I knew my face was going to be beet red by the time I finished. I peeked up from staring in my lap, Andrea's lips were pulled tight together, I hope I wasn't over sharing, but this is what she wanted, and I think this is what I wanted too. "When me and Mark were still together, I noticed certain, urges... desires... fantasies... that weren't really being fulfilled for me. It took me even longer to bring it up to him, but he didn't understand it at all. I was too ashamed to really explain it, these... submissive kinds of tendencies... they made me feel like such freak. So that was one of the things that started driving a wedge between us. "So, then we were separate, and I finally worked up my bravery to look into this whole sub thing, I started with porn... I know, I know. Call it research. That led to me going on to this adult chat site, which was totally overwhelming and mostly gross, but that was when I met David. He asked if I wanted to do the exact thing that I had been thinking about trying. We did some role-playing, where he was a Dom and I was a sub. You know what I'm talking about? Ok, good. I have to say, it was really good for me, stimulating, I guess, in a new way..." I paused, Andrea was still with me, she was being an excellent ear for me, and I felt every secret I had pouring from my soul in that moment. She looked just a little weirded out, but overall concerned, and attentive. "So... we did that for a couple weeks, talking and playing kinda, online, almost every other day. It never got old for me, but one day, David asked me if he could meet me. My first reaction was to say no, but he said we would just go out for coffee or something. I agreed, and he came last Friday, we met up, and drank and laughed and kind of connected. You saw him, he's attractive, and he was charming, and funny. I liked him." I was saddened by that realization; I had held such high hopes for what we could've been. Last week he was such a gentleman, now... "Well you got lucky; what if he wasn't who he said he was?" "Well... there was kind of that too..." Now she was at full attention. "Ok, we're getting there. Please, can I just continue my story?" I asked. "So he asked if he could see me again on the way back, on Sunday, and I agreed, as you know. We went to the park, walked around, had lunch, but then he pulled me away from the trail. He... we... "What? You got attacked by a bear?" I gulped. "No... we fucked." Andrea's eyes got wide for a second, and then she spoke again, "Well, that's not so bad, I mean outside though? "No, you don't understand, there was more to it than just fucking... he had me strip, then he put a collar around my neck, put a leash on it, and used it while we had sex... he made me take his pants down with just my teeth, he spanked me, and I just gave in... He called me "pet," and "slave"... I don't know..." I trailed off, and Andrea got up and sat next to me, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry that that happened to you." I pulled away; she still hadn't heard the worst yet. "No, that's not it. While we were out there, I wasn't ready for it, but I loved every second. It was the best sex of my life, and everything he did, it was just so perfect; what he said, what he did, all of it." I paused, letting my words sink in, for the both of us. "So, we didn't really talk much after, but he told me I should come to him in Chicago, spend a weekend really delving into the role that I had just started to explore with him. He didn't really give me much choice, but I agreed. "So, like you know, I packed up and went to see him." "Yea, but you left out all the kinky shit that you were actually going for!" I looked down in shame, and she immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry Brooke, I know there's more, and I'm just... trying to wrap my head around it, that's all." "Well... I got there, actually got in a crash right before I got to his place." Her eyes were livid, probably because this was the first she heard about it. "Its fine, it's taken care of. He came and got me, we went to his place and then..." The words were getting harder and harder to get out, Andrea was keeping me calm. I didn't know if I could keep it that way, I was getting closer and closer to the heat of the story. She squeezed me, reassuring me, and urging me to continue. "Tell me, Brooke, what happened?" "We got there... and right away, he took my clothes off, he put a collar on me, and..." I swallowed hard. "He... he spanked me. I was so unprepared, he made me do everything like a dog... and walk on all fours, I couldn't speak, I was like a slave, he made sleep... in a cage..." I burst into tears again. With every word I was reliving my fantasy-turned-nightmare. I started sobbing loudly, I felt every humiliating second I spent with David a thousand times over in my mind. The slam of the small cage door, the sound of his palm against my skin, his burning, uncompromising eyes, I remembered every small detail. "Shhh, its okay honey, you're home and you're safe..." "It... it was like that all weekend, I ate on the floor, he used me, and... and... I even got tried to get into it, and then he denied me, for hours, I was kept around like an object... then there was another girl too, she was just like me, a pet, but she was so subservient, doing everything without a second thought..." Andrea had stopped, this had to be totally overwhelming for her, and even her most paranoid worried mind couldn't have imagined this. "I'm a freak, I'm a fucked up slut, a pathetic freak..." "No... no you're not..." I could tell she was starting to struggle to find the right words. "He made you do it, you didn't want it, you have nothing to be ashamed of," I broke away from her, jerking violently, "NO! That's the worst, I DID want it, I was under his thumb, I felt so powerless, but he made me feel so good, even when I didn't want it. I couldn't stop it," I got much quieter, "He succeeded, I bent to his will, and I don't know how long I would've been there if you hadn't called the police..." There was a long silence in the room. At least my story was over, but even in the retelling of the story, I felt conflicted. There was so much I hated, but then there was the feeling, the earth-shattering orgasms I had, the ones I was unable to fight. I wanted to be totally disgusted, totally turned off from the entire world of S & M, but there was still inner turmoil, trying to figure out my feelings. "I... I'm sorry, Brooke. I don't know what to say..." Andrea whispered, breaking our silence. I wiped my face, and stood up. "Well, that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I thought I'd feel better." My words were cold, and I hoped Andrea didn't think I was ungrateful. "I'm going to bed now." I promptly turned around after my announcement, and headed up the stairs without another word. I definitely left something in the air between us, but I had just spent the last 20 minutes crying and pouring my heart out, I could make my apologies tomorrow. I opened the door, and the bed had been made, mail for me on the dresser. I collapsed in a heap on top of the covers, too exhausted to even get underneath them. Instinctively I curled up, since the last couple nights my body had been trained to rest in the confines of a small metal cage. I shivered, and I couldn't get those thoughts and images out of my head. I stared into the wall, seeing his hard eyes back at me, even though I knew he was miles away. Eventually though, my mind calmed, and I drifted to sleep. A few days passed, and I hadn't Andrea for more than a couple minutes. We were working, attending class, and studying, and didn't leave much time for us to cross paths. She was being a real sweetheart though, leaving me prepared meals in the fridge, and finding time to do all the housework. I bought her a big chocolate thing. I didn't feel back to normal, but I was mentally stable as I busied myself with my everyday tasks and responsibilities. The weekend at David's was always in the back of my mind. I still was unsure, and rather upset with myself, but every day that passed was more distance between me and it. Thursday night I arrived home, Andrea was finally still here, and I went to sit with her. We both paused, took a deep breath, and realized we were both about to start talking. We laughed, but I went first. "Hey... I just wanted to say how much I appreciate all you've done for me, and you being here for me. This... whole thing... isn't really something I can share with my parents or family, or most people really, so it means a lot that you could listen," "You're welcome hon," she said warmly. "I'm here for you, and I know if I was in a mess, you would be here for me too. I'm sorry that I don't really understand it all, but you're home, and you're safe." I smiled, but some of her words were pretty real for me. She still didn't understand the why, I'm sure, and I didn't go into a lot of detail about all our "activities." I felt a little more alienated though, like there were a lot less people interested in the things I had been interested in. Andrea was the only real person in my life who knew about me. I didn't know if I could even share my dark side with anyone else, just out of fear of rejection. A couple weeks went by, and our finals were coming up, over the course of the next 10 days. I enjoyed being stressed out about something so normal, cramming lots of knowledge, and still trying to work left me no time to feel sorry for myself, or indulge any kind of lewd thoughts. I had never been busier in my whole life, and I started feeling happy about it. Of course, that subsided, as soon as I felt myself getting behind. The insurance claim had finally come through, and while I was covered, I had to pay a lot more every month. One of my coworkers quit at the deli, probably because it was finals week for him too, and I was forced to pick up another shift. I had papers due, a project to complete, tests to study for, and it came at me like a whirlwind. I longed for the day when I could stop worrying, to not wake up every morning with a to-do list. Unfortunately, it felt like a distant fantasy, I was still a student, still poor, and I pouted at the dismal thought. Each day dragged, and I was grumpier, more tired, and stretched thinner with every one that passed. My job was first to take a hit, my manager told me I wasn't working well, and that I wasn't dealing with the customers right. He was probably right. Next, my classes were affected; I couldn't remember everything I needed to during my first couple tests. I lamented as I knew my grades wouldn't be as good as I had hoped. Things weren't falling apart, but I felt like I was hanging by a thread. I hadn't seen most of my friends in weeks, yet the hours seemed to fill every day. Maybe I wasn't sleeping well, or maybe it was just the heat, but something was under my skin. I arrived home late at night, had a quick bite to eat, then went upstairs to collapse on my bed. I began to dream, a lot more vividly than I had been recently. It was my mind, yet I was still surprised... I was bound tightly, and most of my clothes had been ripped off me, only a few shreds still hanging, and my chest and butt were totally exposed. My wrists were help behind my back, and my ankles were tied tightly together. I was gagged, and my face was pressed against the floor. A hand came to my pussy, rubbing it gently, barely pressing into me. "My, my, little pet, you are getting quite excited, and we've barely started..." a deep voice teased. I whimpered, wiggling my ass back and forth, pushing for more contact. Without warning large palms came down on my butt cheeks, spanking me hard. I moaned into the gag, raising myself up further to allow for punishment. "No more moving around pet... I'll see to that." A few more ropes and belts were wrapped around me, and minutes later, I was being hoisted off the ground. I squealed, feeling even more powerless and helpless. A blindfold was put over my eyes too, even my senses were being imprisoned. His hands ran all over my skin, pinching, squeezing, and teasing every inch of flesh. I spun slowly as he had his way with me. Suddenly he was behind me, firmly gripping my hips. I felt his hard member press against me. He dug his fingers into my skin, I braced myself, and he pushed... I woke up with a start. For a minute, I took in my surroundings; I was alone, in my room, and safe. Yet as I reached down, my pussy was sopping wet. I brought my knees in close to my chest, and hugged them, making myself the smallest ball I could. What the hell was happening to me? The weekend with David had been a disaster, and at times, a nightmare. I tried the submissive thing, and I thought I wanted it all behind me. Yet, just like before, I had dreamt another vivid, lewd, raunchy scene, and my body was telling me it liked it. Why was I still having these dreams, why was I still feeling this desire? I stared at the ceiling for a long while, wrestling with my thoughts and emotions while lying on my bed. The next morning was Saturday, finals were over, and I could finally breathe a little bit. I was sleeping in, when there was a knock on my door. "Brooke, wake up. I made food, come down for breakfast." Andrea's voice came through like the unwanted morning sunlight. I grunted in an unladylike fashion, letting her know I heard, and wasn't happy about it. A few minutes later I lumbered down the stairs, still in pajama bottoms, and inhaled the smell of eggs and pancakes. A plate was already set for me, and Andrea was just putting the hot food on our plates. "Wow, this is a lot, thanks Dray," I said. "Sure thing," she replied nonchalantly. I looked at her as I took my first few bites. She didn't seem to be in the best of moods, yet this was something really nice that she had done. Maybe she had something she needed to talk about. My thoughts were interrupted by Jude pushing his nose into my lap, his own way of begging for scraps. I laughed, but I knew better than to feed him from the table. Jude trotted around, taking turns being petted from me and Andrea, and I think he helped ease a little of the tension. Finally, Andrea set her fork down, and turned toward me to speak. "So, I know this has been a rough stretch for you here, but are you sure you're ok? You've not been yourself at all lately, and pretty cranky, actually." I sighed, "Yea, I know. I got really overloaded with work and finals and you know, had other stuff in the back of my mind too." She understood what I was hinting at. "Still? I mean, you're still thinking about that, I mean, I'm sure you're not totally over it all but..." "Well, just last night especially..." We both paused, trailing off from our thoughts. She began again, "Look, I had a psych professor that I've stayed really close with. She's pretty young for a teacher, and cool: she gets it. If I asked her, I think it could be a good idea to talk with her, about your... experience. I came to her with some of my personal problems, and she gave me some of the best advice I'd ever got." Puppy Girl Ch. 06 I didn't respond to her at first. Sure, seeing a shrink had crossed my mind, but I decided I didn't want to pay for that. Or have my parents pay, because that would warrant a long explanation. If Andrea vouched for someone though, I would trust them. But was I really ready to open up, to talk about it with someone else? "Look, Brooke," Andrea started, "I'm not just offering this. I'm telling you to go to her; she's the right person to talk to if you have personal issues." Andrea was being pushy, which was unlike her, but it was coming from a good place, out of concern for me, so I let her email the professor my info. I knew she would be asking for a favor from her; I wasn't sure how I felt about her representing me, but this was happening, regardless of what I felt. A couple days later, school was done, and I got an email. - Re: My friend Brooke Hello Brooke, I don't think Andrea properly introduced me: I'm Tess Donnely. She told me you'd like to have someone more professional to talk with, and I've cleared a couple hours Wednesday afternoon to meet with you. Please meet me at my office, Linder Hall, S440, at 1:00. I look forward to meeting you. Dr. Tess Donnely Head of Psychology Dept. - I read through the message a couple times. Wow, she sounded authoritative. I guess I was assuming it would be someone with a warm and laid back attitude. But then again, she must be a busy, but organized person. The Department head, after all. I quick replied back, saying I would be there, and thanking her for her time. Wednesday came quickly; I got out of class around 12:30, and went over to Dr. Donnelly's. I thought I should be early, I took my time getting to the upper floor, straightening my blouse and pants out, trying to look as well-kempt as I could. I meandered slowly, until I came to her office. The door was cracked open, no lights, but I knocked anyway. It opened, and I peeked inside, at the large office, an elegant looking desk, leather couch, and plenty of bookshelves. I glanced at my phone, I was still early, she must still be teaching, in a meeting, or something. I set my bag down, and stood against the wall, waiting for 1:00. I didn't think she would be the kind of person to be late, and a few minutes later, my assumption was proven correct. Several professors turned the corner, talking amongst themselves. I stood up straighter, keeping myself against the wall, out of their way. The woman in front stepped up to me, and extended her hand. "You must be Brooke. I'm Dr. Donnely, pleasure to meet you," she spoke. "Uh, likewise... thank you..." I said timidly. I was very surprised, she looked to be rather young for a professor, early thirties probably, but she had a very professional and down-to-business aura about her. She had smooth, straight blonde hair, kept neatly behind her ears. She wore a black suit with a red shirt, black slacks, and modest heels; she was sort of tall too. I was a little intimidated, but also somewhat proud that a fellow woman rose so quickly. Here was a still young woman, in charge of an entire department, and from what it looked like, she was well respected by her colleagues. "Come on in, I just have a couple things to put away and finish up. Which would you prefer, couch or the chair?" "Chair is fine, thanks," I said shyly. I followed her, and the lights came up as we entered. I got a better look around. I walked slowly around the walls, admiring certificates and awards, and looking at pictures of her, and what I assumed to be her family. One caught my eye; she and another man were smiling, hugging tightly in the picture as they stood on top of a cliff, overlooking a lake. It seemed like such a cheery smile, I piped up, "Is this you and your husband?" She looked over to see what I was staring at. "Heh, no," she chuckled lowly. "My brother and I, a hiking trip to the North Woods." She was on her computer, typing quickly. I hardly had time to take her in, she was impressive. Commanding, yet graceful, and composed. It looked like she was doing a million things, but she was relaxed, totally in control. I couldn't dwell too long, because she apparently had finished. She set her hands on her desk, and turned to me with a warm smile. "Ok, now that that's all taken care of, it's just you and me." I sat down, a returned her smile with a weak one of my own. I fidgeted with end of my blouse, but I started, "Thanks for taking the time... what has Andrea told you about me?" I began. "Only that you two are great friends, roommates, and that you're going through a hard time, and could use someone to help you as you understand yourself more fully," she replied. "Yea, I guess so," I said softly. Wow, she must have made me out to be a wounded animal, but then again, maybe it was for the best. Dr. Donnely took off her glasses, set them down. "Why don't you tell me what's been bugging you, and tell me about what's happened recently." I didn't respond at first, how do I tell a stranger, and a college professor about intimate feelings, and kinky mistakes? As if she could read my mind, she spoke again, "I can tell you I've heard stranger. I've worked with a lot of people, and my own life couldn't be called 'normal', by any means. You can trust me, this stays between us." I started explaining myself sheepishly, "Well, some of my issues are in the intimate sort of category..." "That's fine, don't worry, you'll have a hard time shocking me," she joked. Just like with Andrea, I began explaining how this all began: failed attempts with Mike, looking into it on the internet, and meeting David. I told her all about how we met, and then met in person, and our date to the park. I started to get choked up a little, as I started sharing details about my first real kinky sexual experience, but Dr. Donnely was there to reassure me. "Don't feel ashamed, Brooke. Lots of women, and men too, struggle with realizing their submissive tendencies. You may not now, but you will feel proud that you were brave enough to explore them." I took a deep breath and continued, recounting my stressful day of travel, arriving at his place, and being forced into the role of puppy sex slave. I tried to not be too specific as I lead her through those days, but I still choked up a little as I tried to give her gist of it. She patiently listened, her face softening as I felt, little by little, myself becoming unstable again. I started telling her about the day with Christina, and I could see her surprise as I started sharing what this other girl was doing there too. Then I told her about Andrea's call, the police, the station, all hurriedly before tears welled up, and I covered my face as silent tears rolled down my cheeks. She took the opportunity to talk as I paused, "That's quite the story Brooke," she offered, a half-amused, half-sympathetic smile on her face. "You had a pretty extreme ordeal, but you're here, and you're gonna be okay. It doesn't seem like your life has fallen apart. Believe or not, I've been in a similar place." I looked up at her, shocked. Hearing that she might've been a submissive was almost unfathomable. I mean, she was a impressive, intimidating woman! "I won't try to compare our experiences, but I did enter a relationship with a Dom. I learned a lot from it, a lot about myself, what I wanted, and what I didn't want," she continued. Maybe there was hope for me after all. "You can't feel bad about yourself, this David fellow was a very bad Dom. The needs of the sub are paramount, and if that wasn't his priority, then there was nothing you could've done differently. Do you understand that?" "Yeah," I replied timidly. "I guess so." "Now it's totally up to you if you want to try again. I wouldn't recommend pursuing a partner online, but go at it just like you would for dating. Meet someone organically, and share your expectations, wants, and needs. You'll be surprised how many people will take interest," she said. I bit my lip, thinking hard about her last words. Could there really be people with similar tastes around me? It sure hadn't been Mark, but what about my guy friends? Girl friends? "Brooke, take a deep breath," I realized I hadn't really been breathing as my thoughts swirled around the room. I obeyed, trying to clear my head, if just for a second. "Now there's an important question you need to ask yourself. After having an experience where you took on a submissive role, do you want that again? You don't have to tell m-" I cut her off, "Yes," I blurted. "I think I do." She chuckled, "Well okay, then. Remember this then: trust is the most important thing in any relationship, especially the kind you're looking for. You have to trust someone to look after you, and they have to trust you to communicate back." I let her words permeate my head, thinking hard about the lesson she was trying to teach. I was far too trusting of David. I didn't know enough about him, but I was just so eager to find someone who understood me, and dive into that role. "Unfortunately Brooke, our time is pretty much up." Dr. Donnely said. "Time flies, doesn't it?" I looked at the clock, and frowned. The time certainly disappeared quickly. I stood up, and offered my hand across the desk. "Thanks so much Dr. Donnely," I said, as she grasped my hand, squeezing it back. "I really do feel a lot better, and you've given me a lot to think about." "It's been a pleasure, Brooke. It really has. I hope you find what you're looking for." I smiled, and slung my bag over my shoulder. I turned to leave, but as I stepped out the door, she called out, "Say, Brooke..." "Yes?" "It's up to you, but if you'd like to continue chatting sometime, I would make time for that." "Oh," I said, a little surprised. I thought this would be a one-time thing, but I didn't want to be rude. "I mean, yes, that would be amazing, when would work?" She pulled out small piece of paper. "My daytime hours are probably to hectic, but I could have you over, I don't live to far from campus." She handed me the paper, her address and number on it. "Send me a message, so I have your information as well, and we'll work out a time, sometime next week, in the evening." "Okay... thanks, again, for everything..." I left her office, and pocketed the note. Surely this wasn't regular; she must be really going out of her way for me. But I did feel a lot better, so it would probably help, when it came time to meet her again. I returned home, Andrea was in the living room. "Hey, I just talked with Dr. Donnely, she was really great," I said. Her eyes lit up, "Oh yeah! Isn't she great? She's probably my favorite professor." "Well... thanks again for introducing us..." I made my way up the stairs, falling back on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, replaying the long conversation I had with Dr. Donnely. She was certainly an important, impressive woman, but she put that to the side for me, she was truly compassionate. I think I would enjoy seeing her again, especially if I felt this relieved after. The rest of the evening went quickly, and I wrapped up in my blankets, quickly falling asleep, and dreaming again... I heard a sound at the door, and it woke me from my nap as I uncurled from my little cushion-of-a-bed. I stretched, and trotted on all fours to meet the only person it could be... my master... The door opened, and light flooded in. "Hmmm, there's my girl, have you behaved today little one?" a woman's voiced cooed. My gaze rose slowly, up her black slacks, her suit coat, which she quickly took off, wrapping around a chair. My eyes met hers, her smooth blonde hair framing her warm smile. I nuzzled her leg affectionately, happy she was home. She kicked her low heels off, and sat gracefully down on the couch. Patting her lap, she wordlessly invited me to join her. I plopped down next to her, resting my head against her thighs. Her hand stroked my hair, touching my collar, and running over my naked skin. I sighed softly, enjoying every second of attention. Her hand drifted down my back, around the curve of my hips. She squeezed and teased the flesh, firmly grabbing a handful of my butt, and gently pressing against my exposed pussy lips. "Oh ho, you are excited already, aren't you pet?" I turned to look at her, biting my lip, and nodding slowly. Her hands quickly left me, and I pouted. "No, I don't think so little one; you have to please Mistress before you really get to enjoy yourself..." Before I even had to wonder, she stripped off her bottoms, panties and all, and sat back on the couch, spreading her legs. "Come, come take care of momma," she cooed. Obediently I moved to my knees on the floor, my hands resting against her thighs as I tentatively licked at her pink lips. She shifted, spreading wider, and I began to lick her pussy softly. Her sharp intakes of breath let me know she was enjoying it, and I began eating her fervently. She wrapped my hair in her hand, holding me tight between her legs. Seconds later, she was cumming, and I lapped at the precious stream of juices coming from my beloved Mistress. She opened her eyes, an aggressive look on her face. She picked me up, turning me around on the couch. From behind, her hand slipped between my thighs; two fingers pressed firmly against my moist opening. Her other hand kneaded my breast, as she bit my ear, and whispered, "Tell me that you're mine..." I woke with a start, my heart racing, and after a few seconds, I realized just how turned on I was. I'd never experienced such a vivid dream, but I was determined to finish enjoying it before it slipped from my mind. Unceremoniously, I grabbed my boobs, mashing them, pressing them hard together, and tweaking my nipples. I'd been awake for seconds, but I was close. A hand slipped underneath the waistband of my boyshorts, and I earnestly thrust three fingers in and out, as fast as I could manage. I turned, contorting my body, as I continued stimulating myself. I felt the familiar build, and... and, I released, my body quaking in orgasmic euphoria, I groaned, into my pillow, before passing out again. Puppy Girl Ch. 07 Good grief, what the hell was wrong with me? I pressed my hands against my eyes, blocking out the morning sunlight, and trying to push the vivid images I'd dreamt the night before. Per the usual, I fantasized about life as true, obedient, and sultry pet. But never, ever, had I imagined it with such clarity, or detail. And to top it all off, my fantasy master was the psychology professor I'd just opened up to. Oh god, Dr. Donnely... I'd agreed to meet with her again, at her house no less. How was I supposed to talk about my submissive feelings while she was involved in them? And didn't she say that she had been a sub before, how would that even make sense that I imagined her in such a role? It must have been the way she carried herself. Someone so young, yet she was entirely composed; leading the group of her colleagues, her posture and attitude were so dominant. Did she have a closet, side personality too? I had class in about an hour, so I forced myself up and out of bed, and into my daily routine. I was still plagued by my fantasy, feeling each moment as the seconds ticked by in the day. It kept me in a mild state of arousal for the whole day, but I was nervous and apprehensive too. That night, I sat next to Andrea, as we watched some mindless TV programming. After a while, I turned to her. "Hey, again, thanks for setting up our meeting yesterday," I began slowly. "She really is a great listener, and said some things to put me at ease a little." Andrea was sharp though, and she figured out that there was something else on my mind. "You're welcome, Brooke, but what do you really want to say?" "Well, it's more just her, about who she is..." "Okay..." She was obviously interested to see where I was going with this. I wanted to ask her if she knew about Dr. Donnely's past, more than the little tidbit she'd offered to me. But how do I ask someone, that obviously has this woman on a pedestal? "Well she kind of hinted at something about her, about her past, her love life, I guess..." I said, trailing off. There was recognition in her eyes, and for a second, I thought she knew what I was talking about. "Oh, yeah, she must have told you about her ex husband. She got married young, but she broke it off shortly after she realized just how much it wouldn't work out." Andrea recounted. "It helped me; I had been really worried about finding the right guy before I left school, but now I don't feel like I have to force anything." Andrea smiled warmly, her arms on her own shoulders, almost like she was hugging herself. Dr. Donnely was obviously important to her, as a mentor, and personal guide. I just smiled back, and kept the rest of my questions and doubts to myself. It had to be me: these ridiculous fantasies must be stemming from my still unfulfilled desires. Okay, I know now that I want something like that, a kind of submissive, controlled role. My thoughts drifted to David, and I shuddered. It was obvious something was missing there, besides being unprepared and overwhelmed. I didn't feel any compassion; the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Even with my plain, ordinary relationships, there was a constant of deep care between us. It seemed juxtaposed with my kinkier turn-ons, like being tied up, and dominated, but was it too much to ask for a man to walk that line? There was the other question though, was I just attracted to men? Never before in my life had I considered the idea that I was a lesbian. But unwillingly, I'd had some experience. I thought about fragile little Christina, how obedient she was to David, but she had gone down on me (quite eagerly it seemed), and I couldn't lie; it felt good. I licked my first pussy too, and all other things aside, I can't say it was that objectionable. Did I like it, even? And there was Dr. Donnely in my dream... Could that mean that I was attracted to her? I certainly didn't wanna rip my clothes off when I was meeting with her, but then again, she did have a very strong aura about her. I ran my hands through my hair, shaking it, messing it up purposely. I stared at the wild looking, crazy-haired girl standing in my mirror, and it made me laugh. Yea, I guess I was crazy, but first step is admitting it, right? A month ago I was scared, and nervous, but at least I thought I knew what I wanted. Now, with every step I took into this new role, into this new world, my expectations, and my desires were changing. I tried to just focus on Dr. Donnely's advice: approach it like I would regular dating. I needed to open myself to meeting someone, and get comfortable enough to talk about it. I sent a text to the number Dr. Donnely gave me, and let her know that I'd be available next week in the evenings if she would take the time to talk with me again. I didn't have to wait long, she responded quickly. *I'd love to have you, please come by Monday, at 7:30PM* She gave her address too, and I bit my lip. The phrasing certainly didn't help. But I'm sure my crazy head would sort itself out. I mean, she was older than I was. Well, I guess not that much older... but still, she was a professor, I was a student. Well, I suppose she'd never be my professor... I physically shook my head back and forth; I couldn't believe I was even having that self-debate! I needed a distraction. Fortunately it was the weekend, and maybe I could drag Andrea out with me. Night rolled around, and I dug through my clothes to find an outfit I liked. I donned a nice silver shiny tank, a nice black skirt, with just a little bit of a leg cut. I plucked and picked at myself, did my makeup until I was satisfied. Andrea had agreed to join me, but I knew she wouldn't take even half as long. She didn't really care much about fashion and makeup, but she was blessed with a very nice, natural look. We got to our regular bar near campus, ordered a couple fruity drinks. We chatted; the bar was just starting to get busy. Time whizzed by, and before I realized it, I had 3 or 4 drinks in me, and Andrea wasn't far behind. It was fun to watch her cut loose like this. We saw a few people we know, and unsurprisingly, we were soon joined at out standing table by a few guys. They were generally funny, and they bought us a round. It was loud, and it was fun. I laughed, and snuck in a joke, being as witty as I could muster. One of the guys (something with a T, but I had no other clues as to what his name was) sort of pulled me aside. "Hey, I gotta say, you are totally hot tonight. I hope this isn't the last time I'll get to see you." I smiled; yeah, I knew this was coming. "T" guy seemed nice enough, and it was a very flattering thing he said. "Well I don't think it has to be the last time," I said, "But, what are you looking for? A relationship?" We were both surprised at my forward response. He'd just met me, but I upfront had asked him what his were intentions were. Thinking a little bit about it, that probably wasn't a fair question, but it was out there. He recomposed quickly, "Well, I guess I'd need to make sure you weren't a nutjob or anything, but you seem ok so far!" he said, with a smirk. I took a big, big gulp of my drink, "I'm into some weird stuff, I like being tied, and treated like a dog." I stated, as nonchalantly as I could muster. I looked right at him. "Um... what?" He must have been thinking he misheard. "Yeah. Collar, other toys, things like that." There was a silence between us, and the dull roar of the rest of the bar filled it, as I waited for his response. He started to laugh, although it looked forced. "You're... you're joking, right?" he stammered. I paused, just for a second. I was hurt, but I decided to save face. "Did I have you going there? Sorry, I guess my humor's blunt sometime." He relaxed considerably, but turned back to his mates, and I gave Andrea the okay-it's-time-to-go look. She nodded; she usually wasn't out this long anyway. We made empty promises to see them again sometime, although we didn't give out our numbers at all. I was feeling a little tipsy, and I teetered as we walked back together. She was rambling on about something, although I was paying more attention to the cement passing underneath my feet. Minutes later I was on my back, on my bed, tired from the long day. I can't believe how openly I admitted to being a submissive kind of freak. The guy couldn't even believe it, so how was I supposed to find the right kind of person to fill this gaping hole I was feeling? I certainly was not in the mood for simple one-night-stands, and ordinary dating. I stayed in for the rest of the weekend, doing cleaning, TV watching, and just a little bit of studying. The weekend ended, and it was Monday, and I was meeting with Dr. Donnely. I debated whether to tell Andrea about our meet. I decided not to. Between the insane dream I had about her, and the invitation to her house, I thought it best to keep it to myself at the moment. I stopped home, about an hour until Dr. Donnely expected me. I decided to change, into a more proper looking white blouse, black skirt, black leggings. I thought about doing something with my hair, I tested it pulled back, ponytail, but I ended up just wasting time, and as I looked at the clock, I realized I had just a few minutes before I was late. I grabbed my bad, and took off out the door, to my car. I was familiar enough with the area, so I didn't have much trouble getting there, but it was a couple minutes passed 7:00. I walked up to the door, shuffling with my clothes and hair, and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, she opened the door. She was half-dressed in her professional attire, a red dress shirt, a few unbuttoned, black slacks, and still wearing a set of shiny black heels. "Hello Brooke, I was expecting you at seven, please be on time in the future." Not the best start to the evening. "Oh... I'm very sorry..." I said softly. She led me inside, and directed me to her living room. The outside was modest, but inside was luxurious. Leather furniture, artwork in fancy frames, and I even thought it had that fancy house smell. I was obviously impressed, my fingers running over the fine finished tables, admiring everything she had. Even as a important professor, this was beyond the means of an educator, Dr. Donnely must have family money, or something. "Have you eaten anything this evening, Brooke?" "No..." I replied, "But I'm fine, I'm not that hungry..." "Nonsense, I cooked chicken parmeseana, and you need to eat." Well there was no arguing with her. As she left to bring the food, I walked around a little, exploring her house. The dining room was similar, an expensive looking dining table, specialty dishware kept in glass cabinets. I poked my head into the kitchen, and it was equally as impressive. I studied the black granite, stainless steel and a very posh-looking island in the middle. Dr. Donnely gave me a smile as she noticed me admiring her elegant home. She loaded two plates with food, and beckoned me to follow her. She set the two places next to each other. "Normally I shouldn't do this, but are you a wine drinker?" "Oh... yes I am..." I said slyly. The wine was poured, and the rest of the table was set. We started into the delicious smelling food. She truly was talented, I'd have no doubt she could've been a great cook. "So Brooke," Dr. Donnely began, "Tell me more about yourself, your family, your hometown, your goals in college." I found it easy to talk about the generic points of my life, telling her about my family and my home there. She could clearly relate to my stories about living with two brothers, and the more I shared, the more I enjoyed myself; she really was pleasant to talk to, once we were passed the authoritative part. My stories took us all the way through dinner. She checked her watch, and then got up, starting to clear the table. I followed suit, grabbing my own dishes, and following her into the kitchen. "I can clean up later, let's sit in the living room, and we can have a real conversation," she said. I thought we were already talking, I guess she was right; she wasn't going to waste her time listening to me ramble on about this and that. She sat in an arm chair, and motioned for me to sit in the loveseat to the side. As I sat, I almost melted into the squishy comfortable chair. I giggled a little, but there was a tension, she knew I was waiting to begin again. Still, I didn't know where to start. "So, where were we last time?" she asked. If I didn't know better, I would say she was amused by my squirming and uncertainty. "Well, I guess we were talking about meeting someone ordinarily, and being open with others as I look for the kind of relationship I want," "Well, yes, to put it vaguely." "I... I actually did try something..." Her eyes peaked in interest, "Oh? Please, tell me more." "It started at a bar, Andrea and I had gone out juts for a couple drinks, and we were joined by a few boys, we didn't know them, and they got us a drink and whatnot. One of the guys sort of asked me out, and, feeling pretty loose and uncaring, I took a shot in the dark. I told him, bluntly, I like to be submissive, saying I like puppy stuff and being tied up." "From your tone, it didn't go exactly according to plan." "No, and there really wasn't a plan at all, but he was in total disbelief, I played it off, said I was joking..." She frowned, but I think she understood. "Well, you did take my advice, but not in the way it was intended. Remember, any relationship, and even more so the Dom/Sub relationship, is built on trust. There was no trust between you two." "Well how am I supposed to meet this person, without everyone judging me in the process?" I blurted, frustrated. Dr. Donnely was as cool and composed as ever. "Your doubts are normal, you're worried about rejection, and about damaging the current relationship you have with someone you might share yourself with," I didn't like to be told how I felt, but I resigned; she was absolutely spot-on. My hands fell to my lap, and I picked at my leggings. She didn't speak either, giving me time to collect my thoughts. "Brooke, I have another question, and while I don't think it's a part of your core questions about yourself, it may be another piece to your puzzle," She paused, and I tried to prepare myself for a very personal question. "Are you attracted to women?" I looked right at her, but her face was studious, intent. I turned inwardly, could there be truth to what she said? I thought of Christina, our forced session to 3rd base. It was hard to judge, because the whole situation was out of control. I thought of Andrea. She was fit, very pretty, but I didn't wanna tear her clothes off, and sleep with her. I looked at Dr. Donnely again, and I blushed. I couldn't help but remember my extremely vivid fantasy, with her as my owner. Was that attraction? "You're blushing Brooke, you don't have to be ashamed of the answer," "Well... maybe, if it was the right woman..." I said, in my smallest, shiest voice. My eyes had been glued to the floor for the past little bit. She began talking again, "You're doing very well Brooke, there's no simple resolution when one confronts personal issues. You can say what you like to me, I more ask you these questions to get you thinking about the answers. But, the next question I ask, you must always answer honestly, and openly." She paused. Oh boy, what was this big question? "What are you feeling?" The simplicity of the question surprised me. But before I was about to respond, 'I'm fine,' I stopped myself. After a few moments, I had my answer. "I'm very unsure of myself. You help me feel better, yet I feel hopeless that I can find the perfect balance of what I want in another." "That's a very good answer. The more open you can be, the more you can grow personally." We paused. "I have to say," I began timidly, "I'm really, really curious as to what you were talking about when you spoke of being in a similar relationship." Dr. Donnely stopped herself from speaking at first, holding her lips shut. She looked at me, studying me again. She got up, opening a desk behind her, shuffling through it, and procuring a sheet of paper out of a folder. She was writing on it, and I was very interested to see what it was that took her away from the conversation. A minute later, I had my answer. She brought the sheet, and a pen, and put it on the coffee table in from of me. "This is a confidentiality agreement; I've had to use these in the past, but I've never had any problems with it. Read it carefully, sign, and then I can tell you what you're asking. I began scanning the document, it seemed like a lot of legal mumbo jumbo, but I got the gist of it. After signing, I would be agreeing to not share anything that we do or say with anyone else, until unless the contract is voided or blah, blah, blah. I skipped the rest, signed at the bottom, and quickly scooted it back to her. She looked it over, then at me, and gave a smile. "Okay, now that that's taken care of, you may ask what's on your mind. I can't guarantee I'll answer you fully, but fire away." I paused, and then had my question: "What can you tell me about your submissive relationship? I don't need to know all the details, just wondering about the when, and why." She pondered my question thoughtfully, "Well, I graduated college early, and met someone that I thought I loved. He asked me to become his sub, I agreed. We mostly just had weekends together. I didn't last long. I started asking for different things, and wanted to make some changes, which was very un-submissive of me. That was the beginning of the end for us, yet I still discovered traits about myself. A little while later, I discovered I enjoy more the other side of that relationship. "What was missing, was my unrealized desire for control. Once I figured that out, I became very driven for success, professionally and personally. I come from a financially comfortable family, and that helped me startup my own counseling clinic, and quickly finish my master's program." She paused, and I soaked in her amazing story. "So, did that answer your question?" I was silent, having trouble finding the right words. I said I wouldn't ask, but I wanted those intimate details now, what she felt, what she experienced, and all her emotions that went with it. No, I didn't want to push; she must think me so nosy, after all... "Let me take a guess, you're a little intimidated, and that's okay, but I think your curiosity is still burning. It's okay to ask about me, it will help you make sense of yourself." Good lord, she was a mind reader too. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and I had to ask, "So... you ... you're a dominant then?" I asked, stammering. "Very perceptive of you," she said amusingly. "I wouldn't reflect on that too hard, you do not strike me as having that sort of complex, at least now. Think about your regular life, do you like when things are left up to you, or you have the final say?" "No, I guess I just like being a crowd pleaser." She beamed at my answer, "You are a very rare type then, a selfless person when it comes to choice." "Well, I'm not too sure about that," I hesitated, "I mean, there are things that I want, and I've tried to ask for them." "And that is fine, good, in fact." She said reassuringly. "Above all, there's no need to fit one stereotype, to adhere to one set of traits. Why label yourself as a submissive? It's just a word, and you should focus on the things that you want." "Okay..." I replied. "It's... it's just that I don't know what all I want, what turns me on and stuff..." I got beet red, it was what I was thinking, but I couldn't believe I said that out loud, this wasn't just like talking to another girlfriend; there was weight behind the things she said. She just watched me squirm about embarrassed, her amused look on her face. She got up again, this time, came and stood right in front of me. A little close actually, she was squared, and it felt awkward as she towered over my seated body. Puppy Girl Ch. 07 "Let's conduct a little experiment then," she suggested. Although somehow it didn't feel quite like a suggestion... "What do you feel when I do this?" Suddenly, her hand was on my thigh. Surprised, I met her gaze; she was watching me intently, purpose behind her powerful look. She squeezed, and slid her hand toward my hip. I sat their, shocked, immobile, and wordless. "And what about this?" she said plainly. Her hand moved further, up my side, every so gently, sliding to the side of my breast, and tracing it underneath, "I... ... Uh... Ju-..." I couldn't form a single word. "And... this?" she continued. Could it be? Her tone almost sounded seductive. Her hand slipped into my blouse, touching the sensitive skin in my cleavage, rising higher until she touched my neck. Her fingers spread out achingly slow, my exposed skin felt hypersensitive. Spreading further, her hand wrapped around my throat, and began tightening, tightening, and tightening, until she held me in a firm grip. I was scared, I was shocked, I was admittedly excited, I was unsure, and I was still breathless. "Well? What are you feeling?" I remember earlier, she commanded me to respond as honestly as possible to that question, so I said the most honest answer I could come up with: "...Everything..." With my neck still in her grip, she tilted my head up. She leant hers down, and I could feel her lips headed for mine. Her face descended slowly, teasingly slow. I gave in, I closed my eyes, and pulled my lips together, ready to meet hers. I waited, but instead I heard her voice, close, at a whisper. "I think you should come back next week, and we can talk more." She released me, and I sensed her step away. The click-clack of her heels told me she walked back into the kitchen, and I opened my eyes. I didn't know if I was feeling any emotion, I could only focus on the pounding heartbeat in my chest. She came back in, gave me her warm smile, and offered her hand to help me up. "We're out of time for tonight, but please let me know what time would be okay next week for you. We'll probably have to keep it in the evening again," she said. Her tone was so proper, so professional. It was almost like what just happened never did, for her. How could she be so calm, and collected, when I thought she was on the brink of jumping me? She walked me out the door, and closed it behind me. I was still in a trance, but my feet carried me to my car, and I left for home. My mind was a blank, this must be what shock feels like, I couldn't think about anything. On autopilot, I pulled up car in front of my place, and went inside. I went straight to my bed, and just sat. Gradually, emotion began leaking back into my mind. What... What just happened? One minute, I was trying to navigate my own mind, my feelings, and my desires, and the next, her hand was on me. It was so simple, just a few seconds of touching me, yet electricity followed her fingertips, wherever they went. Oh god, when she brushed my skin, I felt so tender, so sensitive. And when she grabbed my neck... It was so forceful, so sudden, yet calculated; it wasn't violent, just authoritative. And I couldn't even muster a proper response. I didn't pull away, I didn't give in... I just... was. I couldn't believe that moment. Was it somehow I behaved? I opened up about my feelings and such, but was I acting in a way that told someone I wanted to be dominated, to be owned? Is that what David saw in me? I reached my own hand up to my neck, just grazing the skin where she had held me so fiercely. I needed time, I needed my own space. I wrapped the blankets around me tightly, and held myself in tightly, firmly against my pillow, and willed myself to sleep, nothing but the feeling of her hand, and the look in her eye on my mind. Finally, my eyes closed, and I fell into an inevitable dream... "Again!" a domineering voice resonated. There was a threatening crack of a whip, and I knew I couldn't keep Mistress waiting. Her hands were covered in smooth, cool leather, and she raked my skin roughly with her nails. Per her instructions, I bent over a wooden frame. I had disobeyed; I moved from the place she had put me. I was a bad puppy, and I was to be punished. "Count them again!" With a crack, the first carefully measured strike fell upon my exposed butt cheeks. "One... Mistress..." Another came just as the simple words left my mouth. She replied, louder: "Louder!" "Two! Mistress!" A warm pain starting spreading from her blows, I felt my skin begin to sear. "Thank me for them!" With a crack, the third fell on me. "Th-three! Th-thank you... Mistress!" We continued to 7, and I fought back the tears as I woefully accepted my punishment for disobeying my owner. However, she knelt, and I felt a gentle touch run lightly over the marks, moving all over me, caressing each inch. Silently, she found the leather of my leash, and with a gentle tug, she led me to her bed. She smiled at me, and then patted the bed. I was so happy! Mistress was allowing me to be with her, in her bed! She sat back against the headboard, and I curled up comfortably beside her. Even with my sore backside, I felt so content next to her. She played with my hair, touching my cheek, and she would slip a finger into my mouth occasionally, which I would suck dutifully. Her squeezes became harder, her hands explored further, and soon, she was getting me to my highest point of arousal. I bit my lip, staring ahead as I allowed her hands unlimited access to me. "I have a surprise for you, pet" she said, with her lovely, sultry smile. She produced a fluffy, short dog tail, and at the end, and ridged anal plug. I gasped, knowing what my devious Mistress had in store. She pressed it against my lips, "Suck." I did, getting it nice and wet, and a minute later she removed it. She nudged me to turn around, so on all fours, I bent my face low, totally presenting myself to her. She leaned down, dropping spit into my crack. She blew, the cool sensation teasing me. After making me wait, and whimper, she slowly prodded it against me, slowly, firmly, gradually, she pressed it into my warm hole, each nub on the plastic sending a shiver through my spine. I called out at the pleasurable invader, relishing in the strangely arousing feeling. With a push, I could tell that it was all the way in, and I couldn't wait to admire my new tail. Mistress was happy, I could tell that she was beaming. She turned me around in front of the mirror, grabbing firm old of my butt, and helping me shake it back and forth, wagging my tail. "No more waiting pet, I am going to have you, and it's going to be NOW" I woke, gently this time. At least I wasn't completely shocked by my subconscious, but I was surprised how positively it had responded to Dr. Donnely. I played the scene again in my memory, and I could feel the rush of my escalating heartbeat just imagining it. Giving in to my hazy, half awake state, I tried to fall back into the dream. Oh no. I'd just woken up, but I was switched on, and it was my own dirty fantasy that had done it. I stared out at the colorful sky, but I couldn't distract myself from the growing, burning need between my thighs. 'Look... just... look somewhere else' I commanded myself, but it was no use, I was like a bitch in heat, and as my left hand mindlessly drifted lower, the first touch against my moist pussy told me there was no stopping. So I gave in. I closed my eyes, visions of my powerful Mistress's eyes, staring into me as she toyed my body. I gingerly brushed the outside of my thighs, rubbing between them, before leaving to tease my skin again. Soon, I needed more, and my small, probing fingers found their way inside my wet tunnel. I didn't fight it, I didn't hold back at all, as soon as I felt my build, I released. I felt amazing relief, pressure being suddenly released from within me. I let out a guttural moan, hoping I didn't wake Andrea. I finally opened my eyes, and my hazed vision started to return to normal. I lay there, coming down, and I felt guilty in taking pleasure from something that felt so wrong. But wasn't it obvious? She showed me in her actions, there was a physical something she felt for me. And my conscious mind was apprehensive and afraid, but my subconscious was telling me something different. I asked myself, what am I even looking for? And why couldn't it be her? With an excited bravery I had never felt before, I grabbed my phone, and started a message to Dr. Donnely. *Dr Donnely, I enjoyed our time together, and would like to do it again.* I hoped that was enough of a confirmation that she hadn't scared me away. All day, I stared at my phone screen, checking it every five minutes, just hoping she'd get back to me. Finally, late that night, I got one back. *There is plenty more to talk about. Meet me next Friday, 8:00, at my house. Dress appropriately.* Well, I guess that was what I wanted, another meeting with Dr. Donnely. I was filled with worry, and almost regret from texting her back this morning. There was so much authority, even in her concise text message. She had set the time and a place, and I was to be there. And what the hell did dress appropriately mean? Business-ish stuff? Something formal? Naked? She replied very ambiguously, I had no inclination of what or how she felt towards me. Was I a favor for a friend? Was she genuinely interested in me? Am I an experiment? I probed my inmost self to try to discern what exactly I was hoping for. There was a part of me that wanted her to apologize, and have things go back to the way things were. I would be a student, and she would be a professor. Then there was a creeping hope, that she might assert herself. Could I really give in to this woman? Is this kind of dominance what I truly craved and it didn't even matter who it came from? I hoped I wasn't so susceptible. I'd only had one very dominant partner, could I be sure that it's what I wanted? Doubt swirled around me like a typhoon. I had felt brave and adventurous 15 minutes ago, but now the repercussions what might become of me and her were hitting me... hard. There was a magic surrounding the simplicity of a sub/dom relationship for me, I wildest dreams were not ones of kinky play, but of total submission, and my trust being rewarded, not only with mind-blowing sex and play, but with compassion, ownership, and responsibility. An hour had slipped by, while my mind waged war with itself. Images of my uncontrolled fantasies were met with incessant thoughts of self-doubt. I grabbed my head, and shook it with my hands. I felt alone in my struggle. Sure, there were people that knew about what I'd secretly been doing, but one of them I am pretty sure came on to me, and the other is the one who sent me her way. I had to get to work, Sunday, for whatever reason, was a busy day for us. I was still lost in my own thoughts. Long story short, I wasn't working hard, we got overwhelmed, and while we got all the unhappy customers out the door, dirty glances I got from my co-workers let me know that it was my fault. I felt awful, but I didn't even apologize, I just left as soon as I had the chance. It wasn't a surprise that a couple days later, my short-worded boss told me I was fired. It was bad, but I hadn't been invested in that place in a long time. Again, my thoughts drifted back to Dr. Donnely. I didn't want her to be the answer to all of my problems. Or did I? I couldn't make heads or tails of it. The week trudged on, and there were constant reminders of the date I had to keep. Andrea brought it up as we ate together, and kept confirming how great of a listener, and how impressively awesome she was. The next day, a rainy day, I took a shortcut through Dr. Donnely's building. I knew it could be bad, but still, I walked through, going past her office. My steps went slower as I neared her door. Oh god, what if she saw me, or worse, tried to talk to me?? My heart was about to beat right out of my chest. I breathed a sigh of relief: the lights were dark, and her door was closed. She was a busy person, after all. But not busy enough, it turned out. Friday morning, I showed up for my religion studies class. My teacher was an old man, far too excited about his dull subject, but I was floored when I saw, from my seat in the lecture hall, Dr. Donnely stride in. She had with her a large bag, and went to the professor, handing him some things, and exchanging quiet words. She was probably 50 years younger than him, but she commanded his total respect. She turned to address the class, "My apologies for the interruption. Take good notes class, this man can teach you about the religions and values of people from all over the world. He may have even lived through some of them." The rest of the class burst out laughing, while the professor laughed along, shaking a finger playfully. But still, from the moment she walked in, I remained beet red, unmoving, hoping she was here by accident, and that she wouldn't notice me. As she turned to head back up the stairs, I caught her eye. Her face smiled, but her eyes held something else, not menacing, but not friendly either. She held my stare as she gracefully exited the room. There was no mistake, she was there to either remind me to thing about her (which was all I was thinking about as it turned out), or she was there to prove to me just how far she could influence my life. And I was to meet her later that night. I deduced that the "dress appropriately" comment was the opposite of "dress comfortably," so once I got home, I began emptying my closet, hoping for inspiration. I saw it: a tight fitting black dress. It didn't show much skin in front, but the back was cut lowly (stylishly I hoped). It had been a gift one Christmas, and while it was a bit uncomfortable, I thought it was the right thing to wear. I spent a long time in the bathroom too, trying to find the perfect balance of mascara. I couldn't be late again, I looked at the clock, and I had fifteen minutes until she expected me. I ran down the stairs, heels in hand. I sat in front of the door, and Andrea came around the corner. "Whoa, why are you all dressed up, where are you going?" "Can't talk! See you! Bye!" I rushed out the door. Here I go. So much was still swirling in my mind, the only thing I could focus on was putting one foot in front of the other as I went towards my car. I sped dangerously for the short drive there, but my driving certainly wasn't the craziest thing that was happening tonight. I arrived, and I braked abruptly, the jerk shaking me out of my stupor. I was here. I didn't know what it would entail, but if my dirty subconscious had its way, I would be naked and owned by the end of the night. I hesitated, then knocked on the door. She appeared moments later, and opened the door to me. "Hello Brooke. I am truly glad you decided to come again." She extended her arm, beckoning me to enter. "You look quite lovely. We have a lot to discuss." I was speechless, but I followed her inside. There was the smell of food again, but she led me straight into the living room. She extended her hand, and motioned for me to sit in that same spot on the couch. She was so normal, so composed. It was as if she had never touched me intimately like she did. Did she, even? Could I have dreamed it all? "Let me begin. First, I can see you are very nervous, and shyer than usual. I should tell you, that I feel a bit apprehensive and doubtful myself, although those are things I try very hard to conceal." So I didn't dream it, that was something. But she was nervous? She was radiating confidence, and her presence was still bone-trembling for me. "I don't think I should have touched you like I did," she continued, "That was very forward. But you intrigue me dear. I am fascinated by the plight of the mind, especially as it pertains to one conceding, and submitting to another. I don't mean to push or force you into anything. We had built at least some measure of trust, so please don't feel that it had been violated in any way." She paused, and I let her words sink in. I could feel that she was waiting for me to say something, but nothing came to my lips. "What are you feeling?" "I... I guess I'm a little afraid, afraid of who you might be, and afraid of who I might be." My thoughts went to David again. Sure, she spoke of trust, but I knew first hand how quick I had trusted before. I don't think I could survive another terrible experience like that. But, here I was, at the edge of the deep end. I knew what would ask me: jump in. "Brooke, I know the struggle you must be going through. But if we're going to have trust, then I should be completely open and honest right now. I am not attracted to men, just women. I don't fraternize with my students, and quite frankly, I might get in a lot of trouble. But you are unique: you are special, a perfect balance of inexperience, and willingness, apprehension, and desire. I want to show you so many things, but you have to want them yourself." She was a little vague, but I got the message loud and clear. She asked me to be hers. My heart was beating a thousand times a second, and I thought I might hyperventilate. I piped up, "Let's... let's just say I were to agree... what would that entail?" "Well, there will have to be a contract designed before we can really get started. But you would not live here. On designated weekends, you will come here, for training, play, whatever I decide. There will be a schedule, and other requirements for you to fulfill during the week. I'm guessing you submit to your urges from time to time, but that will stop. I would know. I will set forward a list of things you will eat, wear, and you will comply with two sets of behavioral standards: one while you are out during the week, and another set of when you are with me. "I'm sure you will need more time to think this over. I will draft a contract, and send it to you. You should look it over, and make sure you can agree to everything on it. There will be a list of different activities, and a list of my limits. You are to include your own limits, and are to research anything you don't understand. Does all of this make sense, and do you have any questions?" She was clearly prepared for this conversation, while I was frozen, taken aback from every word. I knew I had questions, because I felt so unsure. I felt my mind wanting to shut down, I hated decisions like this being thrown at me so suddenly. "I... I need some time," I said timidly. "I just don't know what to think, about any of it," "I understand," she replied coolly. "I won't try to push you. But remember this: one who takes no risks, will have a life full of regret," "Yeah, it's... just a lot to process," I stammered. I hope she wasn't offended by my non-committal answer. But the whirlwind in my mind was still blowing, and my words were true, I needed to get away, to get some perspective. "Well that's no problem, but I don't like to be kept waiting." She stood up, escorting me out again. I stood, and followed her, my eyes glued to my feet the whole time. She touched my back as she led me out, giving a reassuring, and comforting look. I hope she knew just how much she'd thrown at me in such a short period of time. Even with the simple contact, I tingled; there could be so much behind that simple touch... Still, I was in shock, and devoid of emotion, just like the last time I'd left. In the blink of eye, I was back at home, in the safety of my room. My knees were hugged tight to my chest, and my mind waged war versus my body. I felt a needy ache between my thighs as I imagined all the things she might show me, that she might do to me. But then a cold shiver ran through me, as my worst fears crept from the shadows in my head. I felt sick, I wanted this bead, but I didn't want to want it. If that makes any sense at all. Puppy Girl Ch. 07 After hours of tossing and turning, I still couldn't sleep. I was so at odds with myself, and I couldn't fall asleep until I had some resolution. I flicked the lamp on, and sat up on the edge of the bed, and stared into mirror. I looked myself over, up and down. Was I ready to commit, ready to submit to another? I imagined her words to me: will I make myself hers? "Okay," I said aloud... ***** Sorry! I hate when my favorite authors leave it at a cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist. I do apologize for the abundance of plot, but I promise there will be lots of kinky, dirty, asexy fun coming up. Big shout out to Visioneer for being my wall to bounce things off of, and you can thank him for giving me a little inspiration when I was running low on it. Please, please let me know what you think, I love feedback!! In other news, I may have to limit how much I write while riding public transportation. I'm really self conscious that someone is reading over my shoulder... Puppy Girl Ch. 08 Okay folks, the wait's over, it's time to get dirty ;) A big, big thank you goes to all my readers, and especially those that have been with me from the beginning. I like to think I've been getting a little better, writing longer chapters, but I run on feedback. Right now, the tank's empty, so please, please, please tell me what you think, because it really does influence the story going forward, and it helps me stay motivated to work on it. It's been a while since my last update, and I have a couple ideas on how to continue the story, but writing is slow going for me. I want it to be perfect. Again, let me know how I did! :) ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- I hadn't been sleeping much the past couple days, so I heard the "ding" of an email alert in the early hours of that morning. I groggily leaned out of bed, shuffling over to my desk, my eyes squinting from the unwanted light of my computer screen. I clicked around, and the email I had been expecting/dreading had finally arrived. Dr. Donnely had sent me a message. There wasn't a subject, but there was an attachment. The message had no body, except for: 'Read carefully, research, and get back to me with your ideas.' Well, if there was someone browsing through emails between professors and students, they certainly couldn't think that this one was anything out of the ordinary. But I knew better. Already, the drowsiness was shaken off me, and my breathing became quick and labored, even sitting motionless at my desk. Shakily, I opened the message's attachment, and a very legal-looking contract opened on screen. ************************************************ Contract and guidelines for relationship between Tess A. Donnely and Brooke C. Christensen I hereby agree to all the terms set forth in the following contract and addendums. I understand that either party may choose terminate the agreement giving one week advance notice. Neither party is to discuss the nature of the relationship with anyone without consent from the other individual. Failure to comply with any of the guidelines will result in voiding this agreement. The Dom will be responsible for designating a space, providing all materials used, and properly care for the Sub during time spent together. The Sub will surrender all basic needs to the Dom, provided reasonable sleep, eating, and bathing arrangements are made. This is a 4 month contract, with an opt-out option after the first three weeks from the beginning of the relationship. Renewal will occur every 4 months. Schedule is as follows: 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 5th weekend of every month, with additional days during the week added in as both parties deem it wanted and appropriate. Begin time is 8:00pm Friday evening, end time 1pm Sunday. Exceptions to the schedule may be allowed for family and other necessary circumstances. Tardiness is considered disrespectful, and will be punished accordingly. An unexplained absence will be regarded as a termination of the contract. Confidentiality agreement: Due to the highly personal nature of the relationship, and for respect of each individual's public image, the nature and details about the Dom/Sub relationship are to be kept secret. Exceptions can be made if an outside person is deemed trustworthy, and both parties agree to divulge details. Because of inexperience, the Sub will be asked to perform and endure many tasks that will push mental and physical limits. Two safe words will used as a method of communication. "Nine," will indicate that the Sub is nearing a physical or mental limit, and the Dom will proceed accordingly. "Ten" will indicate that a limit has been reached or breached, and the Sub wishes to stop immediately. The Dom will end all activity, and help the Sub to a comfortable, recovery position. In the event that verbal communication is unavailable, other means of indicating limits will be discussed and agreed upon. DOM Hard Limits: Urination play Electricity, wax, blood, torture play. Role reversal Multiple partners. Rimming Exhibitionism Use of medical/gynecological equipment. Soft Limits: Clamps, pins, piercing. Feet/Toe play Anal/Vaginal fisting Mutual shaving SUB (include your own and return for final contract signing) Hard Limits: -------- -------- -------- -------- -------- -------- -------- Soft Limits: -------- -------- --------- -------- -------- -------- These limits are to be understood and respected by the other individual. Changes may be made, discussed and decided upon by both parties. Rules and guidelines will be set forth by the Dom, similarly the Sub will provide honest information about her feelings and needs, and expectations for the Dom. We agree to the terms and conditions of the above contract, and will cooperatively work to actively shape and improve the working relationship. ------------- Dom, Tess A. Donnely ------------ Sub, Brooke C Christensen *************************************** Holy shit. This was for real. The first thought through my head was, 'How many others has she had as subs before me, to have such a detailed and complete contract?' I mean, it looked like she'd sent me a business deal to review, but I was signing away my life... my sex life anyway. I read and re-read it, lingering over every professional-sounding word. I didn't want to miss a single detail or tidbit in this equation. My heart was fluttering, and I could feel the staggering pulse of my blood rushing through my veins. There were 8 more pages that looked like a handbook after it. I browsed through it quicker: proper behavior, posture, my god, the whole thing was a just a training manual for a pet, except that pet was me. I shuddered, excitement and anticipation rushing through me, with enormous pressure building between my legs. Oh man, just thinking the word, "pet" had me in knots. I couldn't help myself, I stopped reading right there, and shed every piece of clothing touching my body. Unceremoniously, my hands slid across my skin, one roughly kneading my chest, another burying 3 fingers inside my slick, lubricated passage. I rolled my eyes back, setting the scene that she was proposing to me. I was her Sub, her pet, and she was taking her sweet time deliciously torturing my body with slow teases, and sudden assaults on my pussy. Soon the fantasy didn't move fast enough, and unspoken desires came through as images: me tied and gagged as she took me from behind, her holding my leash roughly while I had to eat her out. Sitting at the breakfast table, and I, dutifully behind her on the floor. Bending over, taking my punishment from her whip. The fastest and hardest orgasm rocked and vibrated every bone in my body, and I convulsed as stream after stream of liquid pleasure escaped me. A few seconds later, I finally opened my eyes. Well, my subconscious had certainly voted for diving off the deep end. I guess I had some research to do... It had been quite a while since I had been searching online for kinky stuff, but embarrassingly, my computer remembered. Even with no one in the room, I turned my usual shade of beet red, and clicked on. Seriously, I was blushing so much lately, my face was gonna turn and stay that color, I was sure of it. I pulled the contract up again, scrolled to her limits, and started it like a checklist. I was about to start typing into Google some of the things, but I had a pretty good idea that I wouldn't like a lot of them. Wax, blood, and urination? I was planning on eating breakfast, so I guess we'll skip that. I didn't know what rimming was, but one quick look at the search results told me everything I needed to know. I assumed that Rimming set as a hard limit covered both the giving and the receiving, and I can't say I was too unhappy about that. I looked up exhibitionism, and the first few things that popped up shocked me harder than I was used to, and recently, that was saying a lot. I mean, there was a leashed girl, giving a blowjob (and that part looked very enjoyable admittedly), but in the middle of a crowded plaza!! How on earth could both people be okay with being a spectacle like that? Where were the police? There's no way it was happening in this country. I went back to her list, and although I'd never experienced it personally, I didn't think I'd miss having a gynecological exam, just for the fun of it. I had to look up what soft limit meant, exactly: things the person would do, but were not necessarily enjoyable. Clamps and stuff? I looked it up, and sure enough, nipple clamps, and other painful looking things were in abundance on the ever-freaky web. They looked so rough, and I don't think my pain tolerance is that high anyway. Toes and feet? Yeah, they kind of grossed me out too. Fisting? I didn't have to look that one up, the term seemed pretty self explanatory, but it was unfathomable to me how anyone could enjoy that sort of treatment. Then there was the shaving. I didn't think too much either way, but I had heard that it was a pretty intimate thing for someone to do to another... That was her list, and I reeled a little. If anyone saw my recent browser history, they'd probably assume I was a middle school boy who'd first discovered porn. I suddenly became acutely aware of my nakedness, and I turned away to dress. Images, scenes, and nasty thoughts were running rampant in my head. This was just so... much. So much to take in and process, and it felt like a monumental decision. With David, I promised myself I'd just be trying it out, but this seemed like quite the commitment. Was I ready, could I really bring myself to commit my entire self to another like this? I was at least thankful for the confidentiality clause, there was no words that could describe the journey I was about to take. Wait, did I just decide? I caught myself; everything I'd looked at, "researched," this morning came with me picturing myself doing it, and asking if I was okay with it or not. Had I really accepted my fate, was I going to do it? The ever present tingling pressure between my thighs egged me on. And I still had very little idea what I wasn't okay with, what my hard and soft limits were. My mind drifted to David's time with me. It was more his attitude toward me, the harshness, and my prolonged imprisonment in that stupid cage. But were they limits? And how did I say that harshness and indifference were limits for me? She seemed like a fairly hard woman, maybe we weren't a good pairing after all. No, I had to at least try to sort this out. I did some more research; I had to find something that was a limit for me, and show that I was putting a lot of thought into it. After a while, I came with a few different ones. I put flogging, and caning down. I could stand, and maybe even enjoy a little bit of pain, but not like that. Anal toys were a soft limit for me, I hope that was okay with her, but I've never really had very pleasurable experiences with that hole. My list seemed so bare... I decided to put down caging overnight. That was a puppy-esque thing to do, but it was so bad when I was forced to sleep uncomfortably, curled, and alone. I stared at the blank spaces in the contract for a while, and nothing else could come to mind. It was almost as if I was embarrassed by my own thoughts; even there was no one around to judge me. I began my email reply back to her. I started out very formally, but then started over: ----------- Dr. Donnely, I've done as you asked, reading through the contract, and researching the limits that you provided. I agree with all of them, and would say most would be mine too. Additionally, flogging, caning, and other punishment tools, like those or more severe than those are hard limits. Anal toys, plugs are a soft limit. I don't know if this belongs in limits, but I don't want to be kept in a cage, especially not overnight. But I am thinking that this whole thing is doable for me... and I think I'm ready to more openly talk about what you want, and what I want. I think if we come to a good agreement, I'd be ready to be your girl. Brooke ------------ I read the message a bunch of times, making sure it didn't sound too dumb, too forward, or too impersonal. "your girl"... I had said, the idea of being someone else's was appealing... Finally I sent it. So if they weren't already, the wheels were definitely in motion. I nervously rubbed my arms and hands, thinking about everything I was about to sign up for. I looked at the clock; it was time to start my morning. And amid all the excitement and uncertainty, I still felt groggy. Grumpy too, probably, but I'd let Andrea be the judge of that. I ate breakfast, showered, did my hair back, before realizing I had to go soon. Actually, I was probably going to be late for class. I started getting dressed in a hurry, throwing on a bra, tank and jeans. I decided to do a quick email check, and there was a message, marked urgent, from her, with no subject. I opened it: ----------- Brooke - Take much better care what you include in your email messages. They can be monitored by the university. A friend in IT will erase the record of your message, and this one. Do not let it happen again. ------------- Oh god, I didn't even think... my face was back to its classic red color. I bet I had just put her whole career in jeopardy. My face fell in my hands; I don't remember regretting a single sent message more than I did that one. I really hope that I didn't mess everything up... Just then, the ding of another email came in. It was from her again. ------------- Brooke - Let's talk this morning. Please come to my office at 8:15AM (wait, I have class!). I have sent a message to your professor, and the absence will be excused (... oh). I'm glad to hear you're prepared to discuss our venture; I have all the printouts ready. ------------- Wow. This woman had some pull. Calling in favors with IT, getting me excused from class, and without the consent of my professor, it sounded like. Well there was certainly no arguing with her, but at least I wouldn't have to rush to make it to class. Still, I was out the door, and I walked toward her building, Dr. Donnely the only thing on my mind. In a blink I was there, and not a minute too soon. I hurried to her office, remembering her policy on tardiness. I traveled down the familiar hallway, and knocked on the opened door as I slowly turned into her office. "Brooke, right on time, good." She said, her back to me organizing some things against the wall I began quickly, "Look, Dr. Donnely, I'm so sorry about my email, I didn't think... I didn't know..." I thought I caught a suppressed smile as she turned. "It's fine now, it's dealt with. But let's not communicate by email anymore, unless I ask you to, or you feel you have to. But, that's not why I called you here." She paused, and sat down, extending her hand and motioning for me to do the same. "It hasn't been very long since we spoke last, but if I'm not mistaken, you've done your research, and perhaps come to a decision? No need to feel on the spot, but I hate things being left up in the air." I fidgeted a little, trying to suppress the shy, uncomfortable feelings I was having. "Yes," I began, "The contract seems very thorough and complete, and I think I ready to accept. I still don't know very much, but I think the only way I can figure what I like and don't like, what I can and can't do, is to try." She smiled happily, "A very brave approach. However, we're not there yet," she pulled out a small stack of paper. "Here is the contract on paper; I need to know what you still have questions about. The rules and behavior are standards I will not hold you to as we first start out together, but they will eventually be expectations." I grabbed a copy, leafing though the first part. "The confidentiality... I think it's a good idea, but what do I tell Andrea? And my family, and other friends? Someone will get suspicious where my time and energy goes most weekends." "Well, I'm not encouraging you to lie to anyone, but I need to maintain my status as professor. You're my exception, but I have a hundred other students." She thought on it for a minute, "You're an education major, right? You can tell her that you and I are working on a project together. It may be misleading, but not entirely untrue. Say that it's curriculum planning." "Okay, that could be fine I guess," Gosh, what was it about this lady that made me feel so small and timid? "The schedule seems fine, as long as I'm able to request off if I need to... not to make it sound like a job or anything..." My first joke. Improvements. "Can you tell me more about 'surrendering my basic needs'?" I asked. "Well, I haven't done the whole 'puppy play' scenario before, but it seems to be a big thing with you." She replied. I blushed, and bit my lip, that was as good as a yes. She smiled, "It simply stating that while you're with me, I will take care of everything that you could need. Food, water, clothes, a comfortable place to rest, any basic need you have, you will rely on me for it. And in turn, your welfare will be my highest priority." "Have you ever had an animal pet?" I blurted. I covered my mouth; that was definitely off topic, and I don't know how the question popped into my head. "Sorry... I didn't mean..." She laughed, "Hah, I know what you were thinking. No, I haven't had an animal, I'm allergic." I must have been so red in that moment; I definitely compared the treatment we were discussing to the life of a house pet. Whoops... I guess. But as always, she knew exactly was going on through my head. It was almost if... "Ummm, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but how many subs have you had before?" I asked. "Three," she stated promptly. I didn't know what to make of that, but at least I knew. Somehow, I felt that I wasn't going to be just another piece to a collection. She sat there patiently, expecting more questions. "Um... another limit I guess, I'm not sure if it's hard or soft, but I'm a little scared of punishment... tools. You know, like belts, canes, and worse." I paused. "Is that okay?" "There will be a number of different methods that will used to punish poor behavior. I think the idea of these tools any toys is worse than the actual pain inflicted. We will start slowly, but you should be prepared to experience those things: whips, floggers, belts, canes, and make up your mind then. I've found that each provides a unique sensation, and are effective and tolerable when carried out responsibly." I looked down again, playing with my fingers. I didn't want to be punished at all, I wanted to be a perfect puppy for her, but the more I thought, the more it made sense. I knew nothing, and besides, these things were all a part of the game. How could she know to be so precise? I wouldn't expect anything less from her though, just one more hidden talent. "You don't seem quite as apprehensive as before, but I know you're thinking that your inexperience is going to be a problem," she went on. "The one-week trial period is going to be very important. Since my schedule will be extremely hectic, I propose you try the next two weekends, Saturday afternoon until Sunday, and then we reevaluate. Unfortunately that's all the time I have to dedicate on short notice." "This... this is really happening, isn't it...?" I thought aloud. She reached across the desk, grabbed my hand. It was the first contact she'd made with me since the other night, and it got my attention. "Be brave, little one," she said warmly. "I promise you will discover things about yourself that you never knew." I squeezed her hand back, letting her know her words were reassuring. We stayed in silence; I stared at the hardwood desk, as she retracted her hand back. I moved to speak again, but I couldn't find the right words to describe just how I was feeling. A maelstrom of fear, excitement, worry, doubt, happiness, and hope swirled around in my brain. She seemed content to just study me; apparently she could tell what I was thinking all the time. Puppy Girl Ch. 08 I nervously laughed, "Heh, sorry, not sure what to say..." I said trailing off. "It's fine. I know how much this is to process and reconcile, and I'd imagine there's still a little bit of the shock factor as well." I nodded. "But... I want to do this..." I said, in my quietest voice. "I know I have the trial period to reconsider, but every time I have second thoughts, they're met with even more anticipation..." She regarded me thoughtfully, and then grabbed a pen. She flipped authoritatively through the first couple pages, initialing and signing where it was indicated. "I have a lecture to give, but you are not to sign this right this second. I want you to stay here, read the entire packet in its entirety. I need to know you understand, and are at least aware of everything I'm asking of you and everything you're entitled to. Will you do that for me? When you're done, you can sign. Here's my key, lock up when you finish, and leave it with Susan, the Admin Assistant, at the end of the hall." She left no room to argue, but I nodded. She collected her bag, and stood up, making her way to the door. She touched my shoulder, pressing it encouragingly, and I moved to turn to her, still no idea what to say, but in a second, she was gone. As I starting re-reading the familiar words of the opening contract pages, I thought about our last little exchange. I'd pretty much consented to a submissive relationship with her, and she seemed pleased, but in the way that a stock investment does well. I guess I was just feeling surprised at the lack of romance, the absence of regular relationship mumbo jumbo. But, then again, this was anything but regular. She was older than me, considerably farther ahead in life, yet it didn't feel that wrong, it suited the roles we were taking. I was into the back part, reading all the detailed description and instruction I was supposed to follow. There was a lot. Eye contact: I was to avoid all contact with the Dom, until requested, and then following, I was to not break it until instructed otherwise. There were lots of non verbal commands too, but it seemed like a lot of them came straight out of a dog training manual. Two pats on the leg meant I was to come to her side. A fist, turning upwards meant stop and sit. There were motions for down, up, come, stay. It WAS dog stuff. It was a little demeaning, but I closed my eyes, and took one moment to imagine her instructing me like that, and the tingle between my thighs meant that I was going to like it. I read on, there were procedures on how to serve food and drink, on how idle time should be spent, even told me my breathing and normal "inhabiting" of room was to be kept quiet and respectful. There was so much that was expected of me, so much to learn, and so many standards to uphold. But I had to imagine that the payoff was going to be worth it, that this burning, unsatisfied desire could finally be quenched. Fifteen minutes later, I was through the dense material. It was full of really dominant and sexy instruction, but it still felt a little dry. The language was so purposeful, so legal sounding. I knew I wasn't going to remember all of it, but I had done what she asked; I read everything, cover to cover, and there wasn't anything I saw that would really keep me from going in. My shaking hand grabbed the pen still on the desk, and trembling, I moved to the line where I was to sign. I hovered, feeling the risk, the gravity, and then scribbled my signature. There. It was done; it was official, even though there was no one to witness it. I set it back down. I almost wanted to sit there, wait for her to come back, and claim me, I guess... A noise from the hallway snapped me back into reality. I got myself together, arranged my signed copy nicely next to hers. It was real, it was in motion, and it was happening. I didn't feel giddy, exactly, but my stomach was twisted in knots, and I had to make a conscious effort to breathe deeply. I locked her office, gave the key to the gal at the end just like I was told. I couldn't, just couldn't, bring myself to any kind of focus that day. The excitement, the nervousness, the apprehension was all too much for me to listen to someone lecture for an hour. I skipped, went straight home. My email was still open, with our contract displayed proudly on the screen. I really did need to be careful, if Andrea had seen it, our adventure would've been over before it had begun. I glanced over the words again, the mention of, "Sub," "training," "play", or even "punishment" were triggers, even just reading the words, to my moistening need that had been building ever since I began my day . Yes, the familiar urge was back, but before my hands traveled south to relieve the growing pressure, I stopped myself. I remember what she'd said, telling me I wasn't to play with myself, or orgasm without her. That was gonna be tough, but I needed to stop right where I was, or I'd never make it. I busied myself for the rest of the day, laundry, kitchen cleaning, and homework. It helped, but the anticipation of the weekend was ever-present in my mind. That night, I got a text message from my soon-to-be Dom. ************************** I saw your copy, I'm very pleased. Excited too, shall we say Saturday, at 1:00? Plan for things to carry late into the evening, we will also discuss arrangements. ************************** Late into the evening, hm? That was probably the first saucy thing I'd heard from her, and even if it wasn't supposed to be, that's how I was going to take it. Saturday, it was set. And my recently freed schedule didn't leave much need to adjust, so I just lay awake, thinking about her, and everything she wanted from me. I slipped into fantasy, imaging her fingers raking my skin, scratching and reddening it, smacking me, before gently teasing again... I felt a powerful pulse of heat, energy, and desire, circulate my body. My lust was back with a vengeance, and as I sit, lying on the bed, just feeling my body work, it built, and built, until I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped my now-needless clothes off my body. I closed my eyes, taking my time, arching my back and sliding my hands up and down my smooth skin, over the curves of my breast, before finding their target between my legs. I brushed my sensitive lips just for a moment; I bit my lip, and pushed inside myself. It felt like eons since I had cum last, and the feeling of something inside me, even just my own two fingers, was heavenly. Immense satisfaction reverberated in my muscles, clenching and tensing, before slackening again. And then it wasn't enough; I had to have more. Feeling incredibly kinky, I grabbed a pair of cloth belts. The first, I wrapped around my neck, closing it, and tucked the slack into my bed, effectively making a collar and leash. The second, I looped and twisted around my wrists. Now kneeling, I took my bound hands underneath my frame again, pressing firmly and squeezing the skin around my pink opening. I was dripping with excitement, and I couldn't wait any longer. I assaulted myself, rushing my hand back and forth, my fingers in and out as hard and fast as I could, it felt so good, I couldn't help it as I drifted into fantasy... ... ... Her one hand held my pelvis, and along with my ankle, waist, and wrist bonds, the only thing I could move was my neck. Her other hand was a blur, fingering my delicate pink pussy with unyielding speed and aggression. I raised my head up, looking down on her naked form atop mine, holding me down firmly. I didn't want to get away, but I still pulled and yanked on the ropes; there was no escape. "Oooh, you're getting close little one, I can feel your pussy quiver. Do you want to come for me? Do you want to come for your Mistress?" There was no speaking, so I nodded feverently, desperate for the release I as heading for. She leaned up, offering her firm breast to me, I was lost in the sensations she was giving me, until she stopped abruptly, grabbed my head and pulled me to her. I sucked, and kissed, biting very gently, until she began again. I moaned into the wonderful flesh my lips were attached to, and struggled to remain still, even thoroughly tied up as I was. "Mmm... nggg..." I moaned, growing louder. She pinched my clit as a warning, "Ah, ah, ah," she scolded. "No words, no speaking, or I'll leave you in this state." I whimpered, still dutifully attending her boobs, while giving the best puppy-face look I had. "Oh my poor little puppy, you need this so badly, don't you?" She sped up again, reaching and pressing even further into my depths. Yes, yes, it was coming, I felt warm, alive, and I was so, so close. Just a little more, just a little bit longer... just one more... .. ... .. "Oooahhhh," I groaned/moaned/yelled/screamed. I looked down, my naked body was glistening with sweat, and my chest was rising and falling with my heavy breathing. I touched lower, and my sheet was wet, I had obviously cum hard, and a lot. But I waited just a second to come down, and catch my breath. This was actually, really, seriously going to happen. I was willingly giving myself to another person to be their sex toy. And a woman at that, a college professor. I didn't know what made me special or wanted, but I was glad, and I felt optimistic. Every second that passed from that moment was torture; I wanted it to be the weekend so badly. This was more than first date jitters: it was way more than that much more. I didn't even have to touch, but I knew that I was in a constant state of arousal just about every waking minute. And probably some of the sleeping ones too. I did feel a little guilty about playing with myself, but I couldn't help it. Would she really be able to notice? It dragged on, but finally, the week was over; there was nothing on my mind except her and me. I rifled through my wardrobe all Friday afternoon. She hadn't been specific on what I was to wear, and suddenly I felt that it would be so much easier if I didn't have to choose. Even for regular days, choosing clothes was so difficult, and it was even worse when I was trying to dress to impress. I laid out my outfit, a black slacks, with modest heels, purple low-cut blouse, and lacy black bra and panty set. I fell over into my bed, just wanting to accelerate time until the very first moment she took over. I curled my toes and hugged my arms on top of the sheets; I was really, truly going to do this. I was excited, and all the nervousness and apprehension seemed smaller in my mind than it usually was. I willed myself to shut my eyes and fall asleep, knowing that a big day was in store for me. I woke up slowly, stretching my limbs out, and I felt energy spread throughout my entire body. Today was the day. I made myself eat something, even though the butterflies in my stomach had me in knots. Andrea joined me at the kitchen table, "You look put-together for a weekend, do you have plans?" I paused; I knew there was going to be an inevitable conversation. "Well, I'm just, uh, going to the library, and I hadn't worn this in a while..." She raised an eyebrow. I hate not being convincing, but she left it alone. Hopefully she simply attributed it to my general weirdness. I excused myself, and I slung a bag over my shoulder. I hope she wasn't going to miss me late tonight. Wait; was I even coming home tonight? I couldn't remember if she told me I was staying, I know she didn't tell me to pack an overnight bag. I got it my car, and took off. I sped; I was just too excited, as nervous as I still was. I arrived at her place, parked outside, and tried to calm my erratic breathing. I took a few minutes to collect myself, make my hair fall just right, and I crossed my fingers that she would like me. As I walked up her stone path, Dr. Donnely was opening the door for me. She looked professional and authoritative, as always, wearing expensive-looking dress clothes, a silk scarf draped fashionably around her neck. Her hair was down, straightened. She did look flawless; I had to admire just how beautiful she was. I offered a small smile, but I didn't really know what to do. How was this going to go, how was it going to start? "Before we begin, are you comfortable? Have you eaten, do you need something to drink?" It seems she was mind-reading again. "I wouldn't mind using your bathroom... if that's okay..." I replied. She bade me inside, gesturing towards the bathroom. "How... what do... um... how is this going to start?" "Well, I think we may need just a little time to get into the roles, after all, it is a hefty transformation I expect you to make." She stared at me, a quiet intensity in her eyes. "Go. Take care of what you need to, and make sure you look how you like." I was about to shut the door, "Um... how would you like me to look?" I squeaked. I did want her to be pleased with me... "Hm, we'll get to that, for now, just hurry, you know I don't like to be kept waiting..." Her words came off like a sensual threat, so I didn't waste anymore time. I pressed my hands into my torso, trying to slow my heart and my breaths. It was no use, I stared at the girl in the mirror, trying to find the submissive, puppy mindset, and let everything else go. I couldn't, second thoughts, doubts, and worries swirled in my head, but I was here, I had to give it my all. I emerged, and she had her legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine. She seemed please with how I looked, so I came closer, standing in front of her. Please, could she just tell me what to do? I felt so lost, every action, every thought in my head was second guessed. She stood, coming closer to me. "Now, you are mine. Yes?" She said, staring deep into my eyes. "I... I'm yours," I said meekly. "Good girl," She started walking around me, I could feel her eyes trace me up and down, like you would a fancy piece of furniture. She came around front of me, "This will be a rare reward, but you have earned it, for being brave, and for taking the plunge." She grabbed my chin gently, and tilted it upwards. Gracefully, her lips descended on mine, and she pressed into me, softly at first, but incredibly passionately. I closed my eyes, and kissed her back. I opened up, and felt her tongue invade, and dance with my own. God, she was so good! Her hand slipped down, holding my neck gently. She sucked my lower lip, and held it as she pulled away, ending the hottest kiss I've ever had. "Wow..." I said breathlessly. Unconsciously, I leaned forward for another, but her finger went to my lips. I looked at her, confused. I hope she liked that just as much as I did! "You earned one, and I'll decide if you are good enough to receive another." She stated. I looked down, not dejected, but a little disappointed. "Come now, Brooke, I'd like to more thoroughly inspect you. Stay standing, look straight ahead." She began to slowly circle me again, looking me up and down. I was being inspected, and with each pass, I could feel the tension building. Behind me, she reached out to touch my back, her fingers grazing over my top. She circled again, and again, her hands tracing higher, until they ran over my breasts. She had me so responsive, even this simple touch was enough to make my nipples harden, and as she brushed over them, I knew they were apparent. Her hand rose higher, touching my ever-sensitive neck, brushing my hair, touching my face gently. I had stopped forming complete thoughts; I was losing myself in her soft, delicate touch. "My, my, your body isn't holding any secrets, is it? I like that very much. There won't be any hiding from what you're feeling..." she said saucily. I could only gasp and exhale, making words was impossibility at this point. "I'd like you to show me all of you. Are you ready?" Whoa, I'd been here ten minutes, and she was asking me to strip down. Was I ready? I took a deep breath, and nodded at her. She brushed her hair, looking at me expectantly. I must've been in a trance, but I snapped out of it, unbuttoning my pants. I slid them down my legs; the cool air meeting my skin let me know just how naked I was becoming. She didn't say anything, or react, so I continued unbuttoning, pulling my shirt off, over my head. "Stop," she said, simply. Had I done something wrong? She studied me, moving around me again. "You have such delicious skin, so smooth, so flawless," she praised. My hands started to rise up my body instinctively, to cover up, but I held them at my sides, unsure of what to do with myself. Suddenly, her hands were on me again, on my thigh, sliding up. I shivered; her extra-soft touches were sending electricity through my entire body. I labored sigh escaped my lips, and I but my lip. "We're really going to have to work on that, you're already shaking, and I've barely begun with you..." she teased. She was right, I was expecting a lot more to come, but she already had me responding to the simplest of touches. Her hands grew bolder, one dipped to brush over my panties, almost making contact with my outer lips. It was no struggle to find my erect nipple either, and her merciless assault continued on my body. Then it was over, at least for now. "That's enough for right now, I like what I see," she said. "Come, sit by me. There's still so much to discuss." She moved to the couch, and I followed, sitting next to her. She lifted her eyebrow, regarding me questioningly. "What do you think you're doing? That is not your place." She scolded. "HERE." Her command rang out authoritatively, and she pointed to a spot on the carpet. I figured out I was not allowed on the couch, probably not on any furniture without invitation. I scurried from my spot, and sat down on my knees, my head lowered, embarrassed from already messing up. I did feel a little frustrated, how was I supposed to know all these rules already? "There there, little one. You are brand new, so you really have no idea what I expect from you. What you need to know is that you are allowed a small learning curve; you will not be punished for disobeying rules you don't know, or are unaware of. I will be very consistent in what I enforce. You will need to be mindful, however, because I will not let you get away with it forever." I did almost want to find out what she meant, but I knew there would be no avoiding it entirely. "This will be your appropriate attire, until I want you in less clothing," she said with a wink. "As you might've guessed, my pets aren't allowed on furniture. Any belongings you bring, you will give to me when you arrive. No phone, no outside contact, unless I say it is okay. Understand?" I thought over her words, and nodded. Sure, this was a lot of control to have over another person, but that's what I signed up for. "What is your bra size, please give me your measurements I'd like to pick some things out for you in the future." I looked around, trying to find something to write them down on. I pressed my lips tight together, still unsure if she wanted to let me talk. "Heh, it's okay, Brooke, you can speak when I ask you a direct question." "Oh sorry, I didn't know..." I was blushing again, but I gave her all my sizes. She smiled to herself, a smile that could only mean she had something planned. "You are to call me 'Ma am' or 'Mistress,' using my name would be very disrespectful. If I choose, I will call you by name, or 'pet,' or anything else I decide." She stopped for a moment. "Actually, I'll lift your speaking restriction, until I say otherwise. If you have a question, you may speak up. I expect you to let me know when you're hungry, thirsty, or have any other needs." She paused, looking at me to speak. "Okay," I said, pondering her words. Suddenly, I corrected myself, "I mean, yes Ma'am." Puppy Girl Ch. 08 "Much better," she replied. "There will be some times where you aren't at the center of my attention," she continued. "During these times, while I am working, or something takes me away, you may rest, lay around, or we could decide on some acceptable activities. I will let you know when meal times are, and I expect you to eat. They will be prepared that you will be able to eat without breaking your role." "Speaking of, you are probably feeling very tentative, and still shy right now. Being my sub will require you to shelve your inhibitions, and place pleasing me at higher importance than yourself. Remember, I will take care of you, but you are here for my satisfaction, and any you get in return, will be an earned reward." "I... I understand Ma'am..." I said quietly. "Oh! The most important part!" She said with a grin. "Close your eyes pet, I'll tell you when to open." I complied, and sensed her walking away for a minute. She returned, but I kept my eyes closed. I felt her hand wrap around my hair, pulling it to the side. Then, I felt cool leather slide around my neck, tightening gently, and the snap of a clasp coming shut. I opened my eyes. The restrictive feeling wasn't uncomfortable, but it sent shivers down my spine, and I felt a throb between my legs. I was collared, and it felt wonderful. "You are never, EVER, to try to remove this collar. You will wear it as long as you are here; it signifies you belong to me. At times, I may attach a leash, or use it other ways, but it is mine to use, or not use. You may touch it, inspect it, but it is a sign of our arrangement, and you're to respect that." I slid my hand around it, it was snug against my skin, but not too tight. "I like it..." I said, and then added, "Mistress..." "Good. I thought you would," she said, beaming. "You know, the neck can be a very, very sensitive and sensual place to touch, and you will have that as a constant reminder..." "What are you feeling?" she followed up. I remembered the question, and I reflected, trying to come up with the most honest answer I could. "The collar, it feels really... wow. Sorry, I don't know how to describe it Ma'am. And it makes me excited. I'm nervous, and anxious, but all kinds of excited," I could tell she understood what I meant, and she bent her lips into a smile. I was trying to be very aware of how I spoke, making sure I used Mistress, or Ma'am all the time. I was honest though, without touching, I was aware of my very damp excitement. I pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the building pressure. We'd barely begun, but I was already horny. I immediately thought of my vivid sexual fantasies of her, and how I succumbed to my own desire. I felt the redness burning in my cheeks again, was there ever going to be an end to my blushing? "Do you feel comfortable? Are you ready for more?" It was hard, because this was all so new to me. There was one thing I knew for sure though, I wanted more. "Yes, Mistress, I want more..." "Good answer. Stand up for me again." I did as I was told, she snaked around behind me, and I felt her fingers on my bra clasp. "It's time for me to see what's mine," she cooed, and I felt it come undone. I resisted the urge to cover up, and I let her pull the undergarment off me. Sensually, she ran her hands over my exposed breasts giving the nipples a tug, testing them. I cried out, they were more sensitive then I'd ever remembered. She traced down my sides again, over my waist, gripping me for a second, before hooking her fingers underneath my panties. She slid them down my legs, and the cooler air made me legs quiver as I felt my wet pussy become exposed. "Whose are these?" She asked, squeezing my boobs from behind. "They are yours, Ma'am." "They are my what?" "My breasts, Ma'am, they're yours..." Her hands slipped downward again, sliding down my stomach, until she made contact with my pussy. "And who's is this?" She pressed into me, making me press back into her. "It's yours..." "What's mine?" "MY PUSSY!" I burst, "My wet little pussy is yours, all yours Mistress!" She barely pressed against me, holding my naked waist against her, and she gyrated her hips against mine. The teasing was cruel; my body ached for so much more attention... She leaned into my ear, "I can tell, you're already desperate, aren't you little one?" I nodded fervently, my pride losing the battle with my aching desire. The torture continued for a few minutes, she would barely trace the outside of my swollen pussy lips, and every so often she would dip a stray finger into my folds, but it wasn't enough... "Not yet little pet," she rhymed, "I don't think you've earned it yet." I bit my lip, a little frustrated, but if she wanted my cooperation, I was now definitely in the mood to give it. She released me, and I turned around to look at her, holding my arms behind my back, naked save my collar. "Mmm, it will be hard to keep myself from simply ravishing you, you are a beautiful little thing," I was totally on board with ravishment. "But, I feel entirely overdressed, would you be so kind as to undress me pet?" She was being playful! Who would've guessed? I smiled, brushed my hair away as I looked at her, wondering where to begin. I started with her dress shirt, unbuttoning the cuffs, first the left then the right. I kept checking her face, but she patiently smiled at me. I moved to the bottom of her shirt, undoing button after button on the way up. Her skin started to become exposed, and I held my breath as I pushed it off her shoulders. It was a little tied with her scarf, so I awkwardly undid that as well, laughing a little, nervously. She seemed to be enjoying my struggle however, an amused look on her face. Her red silk bra was exposed, and I had to stare for a moment at her near-perfect breasts. They were fairly big, but firm and supple, surely a result from taking excellent care of her body. Slowly, I started to reach for the front clasp. She grabbed my hands suddenly, and brought them down abruptly to her waist. "Leave that for now, please continue." I obeyed, my hands undoing the front clasp of her slacks, and with much less grace then with her taking mine, I brought her pants down to her ankles, squatting, and waiting for her to step out. She gripped my shoulders for balance, and she did, kicking them in my direction. I picked up her clothes, "Um, should I do anything with these Mistress?" I asked. As much as I was eager to continue, I also wanted to be attentive, and helpful to her. She seemed to appreciate it, and under her instruction, I folded them nicely, placing them on a corner table. I came back to her, acutely aware of our mutual nakedness, but she didn't seem shy or embarrassed in the least. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying every one of my tentative, shy moments. I didn't know what to do, but I came, stood in front of her again. My body silently wished she would take me right there, but I knew there was more to come in between now, and hopefully my release. I could barely keep my attention away from the burning need inside me, and I shifted back and forth, "What would you like me to do Mistress?" "Anxious to continue, are we?" She teased. I bit my lip; I felt tortured, and she'd barely laid a hand on me. "You seem to fall victim to your own lust," she continued huskily. "I think you would do just about anything I asked..." "Yes Mistress..." I was praying she meant what I hoped she meant. "Then come, sit by me." She sat in her leather sofa seat, and I got the idea, and I followed her, kneeling down near her feet. I touched my collar again; it really was at the beck and call of her... "Suck these," she said, all of a sudden. I looked up, and two fingers were extended. I leaned in, I parted my lips, and moved until I took them in. I stared into her eyes, and I closed my mouth around her digits, and began to slowly suck them. "There's a good girl..." I don't know how to explain it well, but I felt a very warm feeling, I was happy she was pleased with me. I closed my eyes, and just focused on her. I rolled my tongue over her fingers, hoping it felt good for her. I started to forget my own needs; my thought was on making her happy, on making her want me. She pulled her hand away, brushing my hair with the other, petting my head. I sighed as her fingers raked my scalp, sending more shivers down my spine. "Mmm, very good so far," she said. Her hands felt so soothing on my head, but they slowed, and then they were gone, as I heard her readjust on the seat. "Now, I want you to kiss my skin, from the bottom, to the top." I think I knew what she meant, so I maneuvered to right in front of her. Holding eye contact, I began to kneel down, kissing the tops of her feet. It felt very subservient, but if it was what she wanted... I continued, going from her right ankle, to her left, then her foreleg, and the other, gently touching each spot with my lips. I moved further up, and she spread her legs a bit wider. I kissed her knees, traveling slower as I knew what spot I was approaching. Her hand found its way into my hair again, guiding me to her most intimate place. Still covered, I looked up, and with a nod, she gently pulled me into her. I pressed my lips into where I knew her slit would be, and feeling brave, I sucked a little. I could smell and taste her arousal (and I had to say it was much more enjoyable then my last close-up with someone's pussy). I inhaled deeply, and she released me. Apparently, I wasn't done, so I continued. I kissed around her waistline, her stomach, up her sides. I had to admire how fit she kept herself, especially knowing how busy she kept herself. I placed my hands on her legs as I rose higher, taking a quick glance at her face, I leaned into the swell of her breasts, my first kiss there landing at the top of her cleavage. I kissed the exposed skin, before doing over the bra-covered area. I was thorough, and she hummed, which I took as a sign I was doing well. After lingering for a while, I moved higher, her breastbone, her neck, her cheek, her ear... And then she stopped me. I recoiled, confused. Did she not like what I was doing, was it not good enough? "Very good Brooke, you have a talent with those lips." She grabbed my chin, and tilted my face up, as if to inspect them. "I think they will be of great use to me..." I know I had said that all I was thinking about was pleasing her, but at that moment, all I wanted was for her to have her way with me, and make me cum.Had I not been so enthralled in what I was doing, I may have crammed my fingers into my own pussy, just to alleviate some of the monumental pressure ready to explode from between my thighs. "I have a challenge for you, my little one," she continued. "I am going to test your limits a little, and you may find some of it intense, and perhaps painful. If you hold your tongue, and keep still and quiet, you will very much enjoy your reward." I bit my lip. I was nervous, sure, but I could see myself doing just about anything for gratification at this point. I hated pain, but my arousal was incredibly apparent. My pussy dripped, my nipples were hard as diamonds, my skin was flush and warm. I was fully in heat, and becoming a slave to it. "Would you like me to bind you?" she asked. The question caught me off guard, I didn't think I would have a choice in those kind of things. I thought about it, and honestly, I thought that might help. I didn't trust myself to keep still, and I needed all the help I could get to hold out with my low pain tolerance. I nodded to her. Maybe it would even heighten the sensations, or make them less painful. She was quick about it, returning with a cloth strap. My wrists were bound behind my back, secured snugly, and expertly. I was made to kneel, facing away from her, and I heard her step away. A minute later she was back, and a silky blindfold was put over my eyes. "Let's see how you handle, my pet," she whispered in my ear. Everything felt so much more intense now that I couldn't see. Her hands were on me, suddenly. But it was different than before. The sensuality was gone, and there was strength behind her touch. She reached around, grabbed my boobs roughly. She squeezed them hard, and then, grabbing a handful, she pulled them apart, and pressed hard together. Mercilessly she tested them, but I gritted my teeth; it was at least bearable, and the thought of my reward was present in my mind. She moved on, and I was bent over, I'm sure I was lewdly displayed in front of her. "Not a sound, remember, you will keep totally still," she warned. With a hard smack, she grabbed a handful of my butt. She dug her fingers in, and moved the flesh around. Again, she did it, this time both cheeks. I almost let a peep escape, and I could feel the redness start to spread. Then, it was a sharp pain, as her fingernails dug in, and then scratched back up my back. I can't say I like this, but I still wanted to get off, if she'd let me. I was pulled back, on to my knees again. I felt her behind me, pressing against me, and I thought it might be that time. She wasn't done, however. A firm hand grasped my neck, and anther slid over my breast, rough fingers grabbed my right nipple. She squeezed it, and pulled it, and it hurt. She twisted, teased, yanked, and a shrill squeal barely escaped my lips. "And what was that?" She mocked. I shook my head, and waited, hoping she'd let it slide. She began to repeat the same treatment, and I gripped my forearms tightly, clenching my teeth hard. I felt tears began to well up, one sliding down my cheek, and I started to shake. It was too much now... what was that safe word again?? And then she stopped. I was released from being tied up, and she removed the blindfold from my head. "Are you all right, Brooke?" she asked. I felt the concern in her voice. "I'm sorry if I pushed you, but it's important for both of us to know your limits." She stroked my face, catching the couple tears that escaped my eyes. I rubbed myself; I felt very sore. I did try my hardest, but I was right at that point where it was too much... "Pain can be complimentary to pleasure," she went on, "and now I have a good idea of what you can take. You are tough, even if you think you aren't." My eyes lowered, I wasn't so sure, but her reassurances were helping. "In fact, you've done marvelously, so I think you've earned your reward..." My head jolted up, looking at her mischievous grin. She procured a black leather leash, and clipped it to my neck. She patted her leg, and beckoned me to follow her along. I pawed behind her, on my hands and knees. We moved into a room I'd never seen before. A large bed was topped with pillows and a purple comforter: this was her bedroom. "Another rare treat for you my pet; hop up on the bed, lie face down," she instructed. I quickly obliged, following her orders and lying backside-up on her deceptively squishy bed. My leash was hooked lazily on the corner post, and then I felt her presence on the bed behind me. Her hands went to the back of my thighs spreading me out. Even after her test, I was still dripping with arousal, and I couldn't help but grin stupidly, I was finally going to be able to release. The next thing I felt was her face pressed between my legs. After a long inhale, I felt a rough, thick tongue lap the outside of my pussy. The first direct contact made me moan, and I wiggled my hips backward a bit, begging for more. She licked at my core for a little bit, before moving upwards, and replacing her tongue with her fingers. They spread and thrust inside me. Reality hit me: I was being finger-fucked by another, older woman! And I was loving it. I was a steady stream of 'MMmm' sounds, my hips rising and falling to help her reach my deepest parts. I knew she would only let me cum when she was ready, but I was getting to my breaching point already. "Mistress," I spoke huskily, "I'm... I'm getting close." "That's a good girl. You're not going to hold back tonight, you're going to explode, and you, and the rest of your orgasms, will be all mine." Between her expert technique, her dirty words, and my already heightened state, I stopped trying to hold back the coming waterfall. It only took me another minute, before tiny little bubbles of light began to burst in my vision, and thunderous waves of pleasure crashed through my body. "Mis—Mistress, ... I'm cumming!!" I proclaimed. "Do it now! Give it to me!" she shouted back. I convulsed, my body vibrating violently as powerful surge of cum came from within me. I groaned loudly, totally relishing in the pleasurable release. I turned around, and saw my Mistress cleaning off her fingers in her mouth. "Did you like that, my pet?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Well, I think you can repay the favor, it's time to get you some practice." Without another word, she stripped out of her panties, revealing a well trimmed pubic area, and I could just barely see the drops of her excitement as well. She grabbed my leash, and sat on the bed facing me. She tugged me closer, bringing my face between her thighs. Still in my post-orgasmic high, I wasted no time. Clumsily, I began to lick and tongue at her opening, covering the outside with my saliva. She pulled me on my leash, pressing my deeper. I grabbed her hips to brace myself, and I pressed deeper inside. She let out a guttural moan, very uncharacteristic up to this point. I liked it. I flexed my tongue, started pushing it in and out. I flicked at her clit, moving everywhere. I didn't really know if I was good, but her bucking hips and moans encouraged me. I kept it up; trying to mimic what had felt good on me before, moving from her clit to inside her wet lips. She was growing louder, "That's it, yes, more," she said hurriedly. "That's right, please your Mistress..." I closed my eyes, eating her out furiously. Seconds later, she arched her back, and let loose, her orgasm flooded on to my face, most going past my lips. She held me tight as she rode it out. As her grip loosened, I slinked away. I inhaled loudly; I must've been holding my breath for a long time. I was exhausted, and I felt fatigue invade me quickly. I laid my head down on the mattress, listening to us breathe. Her hand was on my head again, petting my hair. I felt tired, but incredibly content. My body was aching and exhausted. "Falling asleep? It's not that late yet..." I heard her say. "No Ma'am, I'm just a little tired..." "Well you're no use if you're too tired, let's put you to bed." She got up, pulling on pant bottoms. "I guess I'll get some work done, but this is where you'll sleep." She showed me into a smaller, office-type room, but there was a low, square cushiony thing. There was a small pillow, a couple blankets. I knelt down on it. I guess it was comfortable enough, all though I wouldn't be able to stretch out. I padded around on it, but when I turned around, she was at the door. "Well done tonight. I will wake you in the morning, there is a lot more you'll need to learn and experience. Good night... my girl." "Goo-... good night," I said back, but she had already closed the door. "Mistress..." I heard the door latch, and get locked from her side. I was tired, and I felt very used. But at the same time, this is exactly what I asked for. I was her sub now, and she did give me a very, very, excellent orgasm. I guess I was still having second thoughts, but my body was fading fast. I pulled the blankets over me, and curled up. I thought of nothing but her until I fell asleep. ***** Whew! That was a lot, it took me a while to get it all together, but at least there's a possible direction to take it going forward! Please let me know if you liked it, and what you think! Puppy Girl Ch. 09 Hello my long lost Literotican friends! Sorry for not updating for so long. I am a little bit proud of this chapter. I hope you've read from the start of the series! Spoiler alert too: the next chapter (after this one) will be the last. I took my first big brave steps, starting a relationship with a dom/sub flavor. Ultimately, there wasn't enough compatibility, but I was proud of myself for trying. I owe some of the fear-conquering to all the nice words and feedback I got from my readers. Thanks so much for reading, and more thanks if you take the time to let me know how I did!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I woke gently, light filling my eyes from the windows. I smiled at the sunshine, but then remembered where I was, and tried to get my bearings. I looked around; I had been tucked in, but I was still naked underneath the blanket. My Mistress must have been in here while I was sleeping. I looked around for my things, but they were not in this room. She must have stuck them somewhere. I had no idea what time it was, and I couldn't find a clock anywhere. Maybe that was by her design. With the blanket wrapped around me I sat on the edge of the bed. My feet touched a cardboard box, and looking down, I saw a note on top that read: -For my new puppy.- Without hesitation I opened it, and pulled out the contents: a headband, with puppy ears on each end, a diamond-shaped top, a brown, tight-looking skirt, stockings, and a fluffy tail, with a plastic end. The top looked to be pretty revealing; while it would cover most of my chest, nearly my entire back would be exposed, a single metal clasp to hold it together. The skirt matched the shimmery brown color of the top, although there was a small slit in the back, I wasn't sure what for. It dawned on me what the tail actually was: a butt plug. It was a oval-ish plastic end, attached to a bushy, furry tail. I grew red, realizing her intention of actually giving me a tail, and I imagined what I would look like with this furry extension. I got the top on easily, and I was surprised how tightly it hugged my form. I slipped the stockings on, and looked back into the box for underwear, but all I found was another note: -Assemble yourself, tail and all, and come present yourself to me when you are ready. I looked at the plug. I had never, ever used any toys in my butt before, except for a couple experimental prods and touches. This... there was no way it was going to fit! I leaned over, grasped it, and while turning beet red in the face, I pressed it against my tight hole. There was no way it would fit, I pressed, until I felt discomfort, and still, I pushed, but the hole would not accept it. I stopped, maybe she had a smaller one, or maybe we could just clip it to the skirt somehow. I slid the skirt up, and it did little to cover me, most of my thigh was still exposed, and I'm sure it was just as revealing on the other side. This was definitely a "play-time" only kind of outfit, but I did feel a little bit of sexiness being made to wear it. I had put all the pieces that I could, but I still held the tail. I cleared my throat, to call for her. "Um..." I struggled to find my voice. I called out, "Mih-... Mistress!" I heard clicking; her footsteps grew closer to the other side of the door. "What is it my dear, something wrong?" She asked. "Could... could you come in for a moment?" She strode through, and beamed brightly, she must have been happy that I'd followed her instructions so far. I was holding it behind my back, but I brought the plug-tail and held it in my palms. I looked down at it, red with embarrassment and shame. "It... it won't fit, it's just too big..." "And how hard did you try?" she questioned. I looked back up at her, unprepared for that. "Well... I guess not that hard... it felt too tight, and I was embarrassed," I confessed. "You'll have to work on that. You need to be mindful that every request I ask, every command I give, is all a part of my plan. You need only comply." She walked closer, and regarded me icily. "Give me your 'tail'", she said, "You have to trust me." "O-... okay..." I replied meekly. I handed it up to her, and she inspected it. After turning it over, she told me to bend forward, and turn around for her. She grasped my butt cheek, and pulled it, spreading me crudely. I pulled left, up, right, down, as if sizing up the potent object in her hand with its intended destination. She pulled me back up to my knees. "Suck," she said simply. She prodded my lips with the plastic plug, and I obeyed, sucking on it. Following her instruction, I got it very wet, and it dripped a little when she pulled it from my mouth. She knelt behind me, gently pushing me forward, my face pressed into the cushion, totally displaying myself to her. I knew what was coming, but it was still a shock to feel that wet, plastic, object pressed to my tightest hole. "Be still, my girl, take a deep breath, and try to relax," It's funny, when someone tells me to relax, that means there is something not very relaxing coming my way. And sure enough, she began twisting slowly, pressing hard, and I felt it trying to enter me, worming and circling, until somehow, it slipped inside. All the air in my lungs escaped in that very moment and I couldn't even manage to inhale. This was the strangest, most intense penetration I'd ever endured, and it was literally breath-taking. She didn't stop, twisting it clockwise slowly; I could tell the spit was a very necessary lubrication. I remember how it looked, and while it seemed large, it felt 10 times bigger now that it was pushing into me. Seconds later, it was in. My flesh closed again, effectively holding the plug inside my ass, and I was still just trying to accommodate it. I had never been so been so thoroughly filled, and I sympathized with my family's stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving. She removed her hand, and the plug was tight and secure within me. She stood back, admiring her handiwork, and I turned around to do the same. Sure enough, there was a fluffy tail protruding from my rear. I couldn't help myself, I wiggled my butt back and forth, and sure enough, the tail wagged a little. I still hadn't totally adjusted to it, but the discomfort was slowly starting to fade away, and unparalleled warmth started to invade my core. "Let's see how you walk with it, try it, pet." I turned, and was about to stand up, but then caught myself. Phew, I was still getting used to the sub lifestyle. Instead, I crawled down, and as soon as my knees touched the floor, the plug wiggled, and I groaned. I took a step, again, it wiggled, and I clenched my jaw, holding in the sound. I'd never really enjoyed anal penetration that much, but this was something else entirely. I. Was. Turned. On. God, I was going to be perpetually horny with this thing stuck inside of me. I had crawled to the feet of my Mistress, I circled around slowly, half to try and see what I looked like, and half to parade myself for her. She knelt, stilling me with a hand on the small of my back. Her hand slid back, and her fingers wrapped firmly around the tail, firmly held by my buttocks. She gently twisted it, pulling it and pushing. Meanwhile I moaned loudly, and buried my face into my arms, trying to suppress the powerful, overwhelming full feeling. "Hmm, maybe it was a tad too big..." she teased, "But it's in there now, you look absolutely marvelous my little puppy." Her words made me feel so warm, so content. I sighed, still being teased by the big plastic intruder inside me. Suddenly, I felt her fingers tracing my pussy, and to no one's surprise, I was thoroughly soaked already. As soon as she touched me, I cringed, unequaled need ripping through each muscle in my body. And then, her fingers left, leaving me in agony. I whimpered, turning to look at her, desperately pleading with my eyes. "Oh you poor thing, you must be so turned on... aren't you?" she mocked. "Well, unfortunately for you, no orgasms before breakfast. Please shower and groom yourself, then join me in the kitchen." She turned to leave, and then looked back, "Absolutely NO touching; that pussy between your legs is mine, and I decide when it gets release. Do you understand?" "Please Mistress, I've never felt it this bad, I only need a little..." Her faced became contorted, darkening. She strode toward me, and roughly grabbed me by the arm, pulling me back to the bed/cushion. She sat down, and grabbed my collar, bringing my face right to hers. "You are about to be punished," she said lowly, but intensely. "Do you know why?" "I... umm... I spoke when I shouldn't have... I asked for an orgasm when you already said no?" She tugged me, "Over my lap, girl." I crawled across her legs, now knowing what was coming my way. "You are being punished because you need reminding who has control here. You get pleasure when I say; you get pain when I say. How much of either is dependant on how well you behave. We've barely begun, but you need to respect my authority." "I do Mistress... it's just that -" SMACK I was cut off by a hard slap on my butt. I cried out, but I also felt the plug twitch, sending an excting shock through my body as well. SMACK. Again, she came down, the same spot, just as hard. It was painful, and yet as soon as the sting began to subside I felt the plug shifting around. Oh god, I wanted to touch myself so bad, surely she must know how much this is torturing me? Again, and again, she struck me. She never sped up, never wavered, and never backed off. I tried to count, but I had lost count around thirteen, I certainly hoped she wouldn't ask me how many. But finally she was done. She slid out from underneath me, and I gripped the edge of the bed, wanting to rub my red ass, to touch my aching pussy, but I knew I couldn't. That had at least become clear, that she was enforcing the no-cumming rule. I looked up at her, I wanted to be hurt, or angry, but I had been selfish, and the only thing I really felt was guilt. She studied me for a minute, then patted and stroked my hair. "I think you get it now, so up with you. Go clean up, get ready for the day. A tip: leave the tail in, and treat it just like your hair, I want it looking nice too." She left, and I slowly rose as well. I grabbed the few pieces of the puppy outfit, and clutched them to my chest. I heard her footsteps clicking on the tile of the kitchen, but I didn't want to anger her anymore than I already had. I found the bathroom, and started the water, and immediately I jumped under the stream of water. It was a little cool, but hopefully it could calm me down some. And soothe both my sore bottom and my burning desire. I was right: the water felt exquisite. Naked under the water, I continually reached back, to confirm the furry extension behind me. There was going to be no getting used to it; the plug still felt massive as it remained wedged inside me, yet I was surprised that it wiggled and shifted. I paused for a second; I really wanted to see if I could wag it, just like a dog's. I flexed, clenched, and unclenched, bounced on my heels. While it was a torturous sensation to feel it squirm and press inside my hole, I didn't have much luck. I giggled, as I bent over, very deliberately shaking my rear side to side. I snapped out of it, and proceeded to wash my hair, and scrub my skin. I remembered her advice, so I reached a shampoo-filled hand back, and lathered up the furry material of the outer part of the tail. I did feel the smallest bit of pride in it, it was a soft, thin fur, and it felt good to touch. And it was a part of me now, so it should look good, right? I stepped out from beneath the running water, began toweling off, and brushing my hair. I did the same to the tail, stroking it with the brush, and smoothing it out. Next was getting the outfit all together. The top was simple enough, just a single clasp in back. The material was very tight, and form fitting, even though it was pretty skimpy; I had to adjust my boobs around to make it comfortable, and look presentable. Next was the skirt, and there was a small opening in the back, which I presumed the tail would come back out of. I slid the fabric up my legs, and after a little struggling, managed to get my tail out of the opening. It did feel nice to be covered, at least for now. I wondered if it was even obvious that the tail was lodged inside of me, or if it just looked like something attached to the skirt. I finished the outfit, leggings, and my puppy-ear headband (which I loved). I spent a while in the mirror, at first just applying makeup, but I couldn't stop myself from admiring my outfit in the mirror. It felt like a Halloween costume, but it was so much more; a wiggle reminded me of that. I poked my head out of the door, and she was making noise in the kitchen. Hurriedly I stroked my hair a couple more times, until I felt I looked good enough, and then strode out. I knelt down, and crawled into the next room. My Mistress turned, and her face lit up. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was admiring her new acquisition. She came over, a hand tracing over my exposed skin and the fabric, her fingers grazed the soft hair of my tail. She tugged a little, testing it, and a lusty moan escaped me. "You look the part Brooke, but how do you feel? Do you feel like you've given yourself over to my control?" I didn't make eye contact, and fidgeting, I replied, "I don't know, I think I'm really trying, and I want you to be happy with me..." She considered my words thoughtfully. "That's good enough for now," she said. "There shouldn't be any hesitation however, you rely on me, and I give. You obey me, and I take. That's how it will be, and I believe you'll enjoy every second. "Now then," she continued, "how about some breakfast?" I smiled. "Yes please." "I'd like to be served this morning. Up, up, on your feet." I obeyed, although thinking to myself that it wasn't very puppy-like, but serving was definitely the role of the submissive. "You'll find breakfast on the counter there. Make me a plate, 2 pancakes, cantaloupe, and apple. You may get yours once you've served me." I nodded, and with my head down, I did as she asked. I returned, set the plate in front of her, holding it, waiting for her approval. She nodded. I left, to go get mine, when she called back, "Excuse me pet, but I asked to be served." I looked back confused, but her hands hadn't moved. I came back to the table, awaiting further instructions, but she just looked at me expectantly. I suddenly realized that she wanted to be fed. The meal was going to much more intimate. I flushed my usual shade of deep red in my cheeks, but I leaned over, stabbing a couple slices of fruit with a fork, and slowly lifting, offering it to her. She seemed only interested in the reactions I was giving, my tentativeness, and my obvious embarrassment. She opened her mouth, and closed it around the food, and took it slowly, eyeing me continuously. She chuckled after a bite, "Hm, delicious. I sure know how to pick 'em." I couldn't tell if she was talking about me or the fruit. The meal continued, she'd look at the paper, or watch me, or check her phone, and every so often nod for more. At attention, I'd cut a piece of something, and offer it up to her, not wanting the slightest delay to annoy her. It couldn't be the most effective way to eat, but I think I was being tested. After a breath, she stood up. "I have a bit more work to do, before playtime. Eat, and please clean up the kitchen." I nodded. I had a funny thought occur to me: I was learning the two parts to being subservient. Being a sub, and being a servant. I giggled to myself. She heard: "What's so funny pet?" "Oh...sorry Mistress, I just laughing to myself, thinking how sub-SERVE-ant I was being, get it, like, Sub, and servant?" She wasn't as amused. "Is that what you think, that you're here to be my servant?" Recoiling, I quickly replied, "Oh no, no, not at all, it's just, I wasn't expecting to help out around here, but it's no problem, I'll do it happily..." I was talking fast, but she looked angry. "I hope you aren't feeling ungrateful. If you are going to be a good sub to me, you will be grateful for everything. The things I do for you, the things I give you, and the things I do to you. You will be thankful for everything, expecting nothing, and always be appreciative," and then added coldly, "Understood?" I wanted to explain myself, try to tell her it was a misunderstanding, but before I even began, she brought a hand up to stop me. "Whatever you're about to say, it's wrong. Try again." I paused. Was she already so deep in my mind? Finally, I lowered my head, "I'm sorry, Mistress, I will be better, Mistress." "Good. I'll collect you in a few minutes." And then she strode out. I was in the doghouse already, pun intended. At first I was frustrated, how could she cut me off, before I could even explain the misunderstanding? Then I started feeling bad. She was expecting a sub, someone who would obey her unquestioningly. I had been so focused on the sex and the feeling of being controlled, I was forgetting about the responsibilities I had to her. I felt selfish and petty, and vowed to be better. I ate, but not very much. I found containers, put the food away to save, and washed, dried, and put away the dishes. I had just finished when she came back. She didn't seem angry anymore, but she was unreadable. She looked around, nodded approvingly that I'd done what she'd asked. "Follow me, little one." I walked behind her, since she hadn't told me to crawl. She sat down, and told me to sit. I went to take the same place I had before this all started. I leaned forward, fidgeting and maneuvering, trying to adjust my tail so it wouldn't be pulling and pushing. That would drive me insane. I uncomfortably moved, trying to find the right way. How was I supposed to even sit down with this thing in— My eyes jolted up, I realized I wasn't supposed to be on the couch. I scurried off, on to my hands and knees in a sitting position double time. "I... I... I'm sorry Mistress, I forgot... Please..." I didn't want more spankings. She was only amused, she laughed at me, perpetuating my blush. "I'm glad you remembered, otherwise we'd have to teach you the hard way," she mocked. "But, how is that tail feeling? Surely you're accustomed to it now?" I looked over my shoulder, at the bushy protrusion from my skirt. "It still feels so full... and it wiggles every time I moved." I thought of my tail-wagging attempt, "I..." I trailed off. "What? Tell me." "Well," I turned my deepest red shade of the day. "I tried wagging my tail in the mirror, trying to see if I could do it like a dog..." She grinned, "Well, let's see it!" I bit my lip, turned around, and arched my back, presenting myself to her. I shook my butt vigorously from side to side. Needless to say, it wasn't very effective, and I heard the inevitable cackle of her laughter. "Well, you get an A for effort..." I turned around, a deep red blush on my face. Still smiling, she spoke again, "You know, we're going to have to work on that too, you never have to be shy or embarrassed while you're here." I let the words sink in, I certainly wasn't opposed to the game we played, but I guess I still came off as apprehensive. I wondered if that would ever go away. There was a pause, but I sat attentively, finally, she commanded, "Come, Brooke. Right here." I padded over to her hands. And in case anyone had forgotten, the infernal plastic plug was still wriggling and writhing. Her hands were grazing me again, and there was a sexual charge in the air. I heard the clip of my leash, and she gave it a test tug. Then she playfully gripped the tail, testing it again, and it was still firmly lodged inside. Her fingers peeled my skirt up, gently rising, until she touched my pussy. Puppy Girl Ch. 09 "Oh... still so wet, aren't we my dear?" I flipped my head around to watch, and I nodded slightly, biting my lip. My earlier overwhelming lust was returning fast, and I hoped, prayed that I could release this time. For now though, her fingers barely prodded my swollen lips, and her simple, agonizingly soft prods were as much torture as the plug buried inside me. "Tell me how much you want to cum, pet" she whispered. Whispering back, I replied, "I've never wanted to cum as much as I do right now, I'm so turned on Mistress..." "Oh my," she teased, "You're just so wet, I can feel the heat coming off of that sweet little pussy, I suppose you want something inside, don't you?" Her words were slow, almost as slow as her fingers, delicately playing with the outside folds of my pussy. Her fingers hadn't dipped into my wet opening, but they must've already been soaked. "Heh, okay, Brooke, but no cumming until I say," My face lit up; finally, I was going to get some relief from the constant pressure building in my loins. I shook my butt again eagerly. She moved down, kneeling now, her hands roaming freely, carelessly. I whimpered a little, the constant teasing, mixed with my new extension, was torturous, no doubt her goal. She hummed to herself, pleased with my desperation. I bent my head down, fully presenting myself, silently begging for more. Yet she was ever in control, her calculated touches and slow, rhythmic movement had no trouble keeping me on edge. "Give yourself to me, completely..." Her words dripped with power and lust, and I shuddered. In that moment, I wanted nothing else but to be hers. I closed my eyes, inhaled, and relaxed my body, easing my tight muscles that had been tense since the morning. I stopped trying to move, or do anything to control myself, and I gave in, only paying attention to the sensations she was giving me. A firm hand grabbed my chin, and pulled my head upward. My eyes shot open, and seconds later, her mouth was on mine. There was no battle in this kiss, she pushed her tongue forward, and I let her inside, meeting her tongue with mine, and allowing her full access to my mouth. She pulled away, "There's a good girl, I think you're learning..." I was breathless, but I managed a small nod. I barely noticed, but I was wetter than I had ever been, my pussy leaked on to the floor. As she reached back, her hands went under my skirt, pressing into my hot center. I moaned quietly; I was most certainly in heat. Her fingers prodded into me for a moment, and then retracted. She brought them to my mouth, beckoning me to suck her fingers. I wrapped my lips around them, and did so dutifully. She hummed to herself, pleased with my new submissive state. Her expert hands knew their way around my clothes, too. She subtly unclasped my top, and it fell off, and similarly with my skirt. Boy, that didn't last too long. Once I was exposed, she became a little rougher. I shuddered as her fingers dug in, grazing my skin roughly. She left no area untouched, redness following her fingertips. I cried out, feeling sharp tugs on my sensitive nipples. She tweaked them firmly, but gradually, and I experienced a pain/pleasure I never had before. I felt like I was on the edge, even without anything touching my soaked opening between my legs. And then suddenly, she stopped. I was recovering, breathing quickly. I sat up, and saw her shedding her pants, shoes, and socks. Without much ceremony, her panties were off too. She petted my hair, her hand sliding down to find my leash, still clipped to the collar. Smoothly, she leaned back, legs spread, pulling me into her. "Give your Mistress pleasure," she commanded, "and you may be rewarded with some of your own." The promise of my own orgasm was all the motivation I needed. I leaned in, and hovered between her thighs, looking up for approval. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she guided me closer to her core, and the smell of her arousal was definitely apparent. I decided I had been disobedient enough already today, so I closed my eyes, leaned in, and took a long lathering lick of her lips. I could see her muscles tighten, but she was ever in-control of her body, and she remained still for me. I gained confidence, taking a bigger push inside of her, hoping it was a pleasurable sensation for her. I explored; pushing against each of her inner walls, before starting to circle, speeding up my tonguing. As I peered up at my Mistress, her eyes were fixated on me, studying me. She gave a sensual smile, and I got the feeling that she was enjoying my expressions and gestures as much as her own physical pleasure. I closed my eyes again, trying to block out my burning need, and focus on the job in front of me. Her hand, still firmly wrapped in my hair, began helping me back and forth, and I made my tongue rigid, thrusting in and out of my Mistress' pussy. Her first moan escaped her lips, and I smiled, and redoubled my efforts. I gripped her thighs, softly squeezing the skin as I licked and lap at the juices now flowing from her. While she was still sitting, I could tell she was exerting herself a lot more to keep from bucking her hips, or squirming. She was breathing hard, but still focused back on me. Suddenly, I noticed a change inside of her. Her inner muscles began twitching, tightening, and I guessed that she was getting close. She had released me, gripping the armrests of her chair, so I did my best to push her over the edge. Sloppily, I bobbed up and down, pushing as deep as I could, then out, sliding all around her puffy swollen lips. I kept it up, thinking that I was sensing her building climax, and a minute later, I was right. She burst, letting her release flow right into my mouth. I was surprised, but I allowed it, since that what a good puppy would do. She gripped my head hard, holding me in place as she rode out her orgasm. She had deceptive strength; even after she had relaxed, and calmed herself, I was still held face first between her thighs. I tried to pull away, and eventually, she released me. "Not bad, little one. Practice makes perfect, aha..." she chided. I smiled warmly, accepting her compliment. I felt a great wave of relief, and pride in serving her, something I'd never felt before. I thought twice, but I spoke up to ask, "Um, Mistress, may I ask something of you?" "Yes, yes, pet, I will hold up my end of it, now it's your turn..." "No... it's not that" I looked down, red with embarrassment, "May... may I kiss you?" I was afraid to look in her eyes, as I knew I wasn't to ask for anything, but in that moment, it's what I wanted, even more than my own climax. There was a pause, and I think it must have been the first time that I caught her off guard. After a few seconds though, she replied, "No. Not right now." She paused. There was no iciness in her words, just simplicity. "But I do plan to reward you my girl..." I was still a little sad, but my face lit up a little, and the throbbing near-pain between my legs was back. "Turn around pet, present yourself to me." I obeyed, spinning around on all fours, and leaning down, my ass raised in the air lewdly. She moved forward, pressing two fingers against me. I clenched, savoring the feeling of contact again, and it was multiplied by the plastic intrusion that had been buried inside me all morning. "Still wet and eager as ever pet? You are going to be quite a handful, aren't you?" I didn't know how to respond, so I just nodded, agreeing with her. "I hadn't planned to so early, but I think it's time I fuck you properly." My eyes shot wide, and turned around to look at her. She had a devilish smile, and she stood, hands on me as she got up. "Stay just like that my pretty little pet, I will be back in a moment, and you will truly feel claimed..." I shuddered, but complied, bending forward again and staying presented. Minutes later I heard her return, and with much anticipation, I craned my neck to see her. She was beautiful; she stood naked, her hair down, and I couldn't help but appreciate her body. My eyes traveled from her feet, up her tones legs, the swell of her hips, up her chest, and finally, her face, as always watching me intently. I blushed, and then blushed harder when I saw what she held in her hand: an L shape plastic dildo, a smaller bulbous end, and the longer, cock-shaped end. After I took her in, she strode to me, and brought the bulb to my lips. "Suck," was her only instruction. I complied, letting it pass my lips, being sure to get it nice and wet. She pulled back, and right in front of my face, I watched her press it into her pussy. She released it, and it looked like she had an 8" purple cock coming out, pointed right at my face. "Again, pet, get me nice and wet... it's in your best interest..." she purred. She leaned forward, and I slowly allowed it past my lips. Gently, she kept leaning forward, until I felt the plastic push against my throat. She held it inside my mouth, and I struggled to breath through my nose. I could feel my saliva coating it, and after a few seconds she pulled it out. Suddenly, she grabbed my collar, pulling me up on the couch, still on all fours. She led me away from her, and I knew what she was about to do. She pressed down on my back, and I closed my eyes, waiting to feel her dildo touch me. Sure enough, the next thing I felt was a prod at my lips. She pressed, rocking back and forth, barely putting pressure against my swollen lips. I whimpered, begging for her to give it to me, I was in near-pain from being so aroused for hours today. "Is this something you want pet? Come now, tell me you want it," she said. "Yes Mistress... I want it so bad..." I replied meekly. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you..." "Yes Mistress! I want to be fucked by you..." I trailed off again, blushing from my own admission. "Oh no, pet, that will not do. I want you to BEG," I pushed my head against the sofa, "PLEASE! I'm so horny Mistress! Please fuck your pet; I'll be the best girl you've ever had! PLEASE!" "Oh my poor, desperate and horny little pet..." she teased. Again, she prodded. "Please Miss; I'll do whatever you ask..." "Not to worry..." She said, her words dripping. I cried out, and she began to enter me, "You already are..." At an achingly slow pace, she slowly pushed into me. It felt so much bigger now that it was stretching out my soaked love-tunnel, and she was still going. Just in case I had forgotten, she began twisting my tail, reminding me how filled I already was. And if being filled by one object was pleasure, then this was absolute ecstasy having two. As I savored finally getting the stimulation I had been craving all day, she began to pull out; again, ever so slowly. As soon as it left, I whimpered at the loss of contact, but thankfully, she didn't tease me any more. She gripped my hips, and pushed forward. Again she withdrew, and with each thrust into me, she buried nearly the entire length, before pulling back. My tight pussy stretched as she entered, and gripped and pulled as she exited. It felt like she had calculated it: each time she just barely increased her pace, but steadily she began fucking me harder. Her grip tightened, and she began pulling me back to meet her thrust. I started to become a more active partner to, bouncing and rocking my hips back, physically begging for more, deeper, faster, harder, but she was disciplined in her pace. It felt like I was being fucked by a machine, and my entire body grew warmer and warmer. Yes, it was coming! The orgasm I had suppressed for so long, it was well on its way now. "How does it feel pet?" she whispered huskily. "You're taking it so well..." "It feels good Mistress," I replied, then added, "I'm going to cum soon, if I can..." "Mmhm... go right ahead, but don't think you'll be finished after cumming just once..." I didn't realize what she said at first, I was too thrilled to have the permission to cum. I didn't hold back, as soon as I felt the pressure reach the point of overflowing, I release in a wild orgasmic shake. My eyes rolled back, riding out the waves from each pleasurable spasm. But she didn't let up at all. In fact, she gripped harder, and began to really pound. At first, it felt over-stimulating, making me feel almost sore, but seconds later, the pleasure began to outweigh it. Taking a hold of my leash, she pulled me up, on to my knees, as she continued to drill me from behind. Her hands ran up the leather, and gripped my neck. She leaned in, and I felt our sweaty flesh press against each other (although I'm not sure if it was my sweat or hers, maybe both). She whispered in my ear, "I am the only one you will pleasure now... And I am the only one who will give it back to you," Breathily, I mustered a "Yes, Mistress," in reply. "Mmm, good girl," she said. She bit my ear softly, tugging, while never stopping her assault on my pussy. I was back in full swing in minutes, bouncing up and down on her plastic cock, feeling it hit the deepest parts inside, never been reached before. She maintained a firm grip on my neck, not squeezing, but firmly holding it, and I felt exquisitely vulnerable. I knew it was coming again; I was about to set a new personal record on fastest double-orgasm. With my tail still twitching, and being fucked hard in my pussy, I came again, with even less warning, shaking violently as I cried out in bliss. I rode it out, bouncing, and coating both our legs with my warm juices. But after a minute, I fell forward, exhausted. She still was inside me. "Oh no pet, I think third time's the charm, now come here..." She flipped me, with her surprising strength, and I lay face up, with her towering over me. Without hesitation, she lined herself up again with my pussy, and again, buried inside me. I had never fucked so long, and here she was, still mercilessly pounding into me. She reached up, her hand finding one of my nipples and she squeezed, softly at first, but then harder. I cried out, the mix of pleasure and pain I was experiencing was threatening my sanity. She reached under and smacked my ass hard, and all I felt were reverberations inside my anus, from the tail wiggling with each of her thrusts. She was all over me, pushing her hands into my mouth, and before I could even begin to suck, she was gripping my neck. And then pinning my arms. And then gripping my hips. Unbelievably, I was going to cum again. Yes, I was cumming, my legs shaking, my entire body seizing and vibrating. And still she kept going, thrusting into me, with as much stamina as a marathoner. "Mih-... Mih-... Mistress..." I breathed, near silently. "No pet, I'm going to fuck you until I'm done." I began to hurt, this was just too much stimulation, but her eyes had a lustful, devilish glint in them. My thoughts began to fall into fragments. I couldn't... it was too much... it's... so... I can't... Please... "TEN!" I shouted, and I covered my face. She withdrew, and I felt her pull away. I had just cum three times; I didn't have another one in me. I lay there, just trying to breathe. In the back of my mind, I registered shuffling around, and heard the metal clip near my collar, my leash was unclipped. I began to tear up, I was emotionally overwhelmed. I still was feeling aftershocks of my orgasms, and I felt sore, from fucking for so long, being held on edge for so long before that. I'm not even sure how long we were at it. But I felt that I had let her down too, having to use the safe-word. I failed her... "Brooke." My name startled me, and I looked up. My Mistress was standing, a modest white shirt, and black jeans on. She had brought a blanket and draped it around my shoulders. "Here, drink." She offered me a glass of water, and I took it, gulping it down. She sat down on the couch next to me. She removed my headband, and started stroking my hair affectionately. "I'm...I'm sorry Mistress" I blurted out, tears running down my cheeks now. "I wanted to be good for you... but..." "Shh... Brooke, you've been wonderful." She laid me down on her lap, the blanket covering me. "This was a test; I still need to get a feel for your physical limits. While I do expect you to do everything I ask, I also know you have limits, and it's important that you communicate to me." "Oh... okay..." I listened, not quite sure how to feel. "You should have used the 'nine' safe word earlier, to let me know you were close to your breaking point. But you did very well to tell me that you had reached your limit." "Okay... I will try to be more aware of that..." I replied meekly. "For now, let's just lay here a while." She flipped on the TV, and we perused the channels together. I turned my thinking inward; reliving the hard fucking I'd just endured, that had gone on for what felt like ages. I relaxed, though, her hands stroked my hair, and I felt at ease. I realized that our Dom/sub dynamic was still present, even in our downtime, like this. She was compassionate, yet ever controlling. I felt that I truly trusted her, and I felt safe. "Um... Mistress, what time is it?" "Is there somewhere you need to be, pet?" She mocked. "Ehehe, no... I was just curious how long I was to stay tonight... I do have a few things I need to do..." Real world and responsibilities, like homework... She reached for her phone, and checked it. "It's about three. I suppose it would be all right if you left in an hour." I frowned, away from her. That wasn't what I meant; I didn't really want to leave. "We've had some fun, but I think I could use a little help cleaning up. I'll return your clothes to you, and you will straighten up your room, and then help me clean out here." My room, she had said. My heart melted, she had put a lot of effort into this, and I felt grateful. She bought me clothes, she fed me... I felt so taken care of. I smiled warmly, nuzzling her leg instinctively. "Come on, little one. Let's get moving," she smiled. "Let's deal with this first..." She tugged my tail, and I had almost forgotten it was there. I guess I'd finally become accustomed to it. She dripped some water, and I shuddered as it slid down my crack. Slowly and firmly, she twisted it, and I groaned as she slowly pulled it out. I heard a small 'pop' as it left, and I felt entirely empty now. I let out a big breath; apparently I had been holding it until it was out. She handed it back to me, and I looked at it, amazed at how something so simple could make me feel so much. "Make sure to wash that well, put it with the rest of your outfit. It won't be the last time you wear it." I cracked a naughty smile, and stroked the fur lovingly. She lifted me off of her, and I sat up. She got up, rounded the corner into the kitchen, and I picked up the items of my outfit, littered around the room. I'm not sure how everything got to where it did, but I picked them up. I returned to my room, folding up the blankets and clothes neatly, and redressing in the clothes I'd come over in. After straightening things out, I found her cleaning where we had just been. I guess it wasn't hard to imagine there was a mess made... Minutes later, everything looked clean again. I was dressed, but somehow I felt differently. It felt so easy to slip into my role when I was wearing what she wanted me to. Now that I had on what I chose, it felt wrong. As promised, she had my bag waiting by the door. Now I wish I hadn't said anything; I didn't want to leave yet. But the real world was calling, I guess. I approached her, by the door. I looked up, not really sure of what to say. She broke the silence, "You did marvelously, but there is so much more I want to show you," she began, opening the door. "I think you're starting to trust me, and starting to let go of everything that holds you back." Puppy Girl Ch. 09 "Yeah... I guess I feel that too." I reflected, and then added, "Thank you so much for having me, you did take good care of me." "Of course," she said, beaming. "That's my job. Your job is to let me take care of you." I started to head out the door. "Brooke? Are you forgetting something?" I turned around. "The collar, honey; It's still on." She chuckled. I turned beet red, I had almost forgotten it was still on me. I touched it; it felt... right. "I'm pretty sure others might have questions about it, so we will be keeping it here." I stepped back, and turned around, and felt her hands slowly unclasp it, and it slid off my neck. I caught it, and held it thoughtfully in my hands, before returning it to her. "Now, you may leave," she said, still smiling. I smiled back, although it left my face quickly. I stepped out the door, and it closed behind me. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I turned my head over my shoulder, looking back at what had been my home for the last 24 hours. I stepped into my car, and on auto-pilot, made my way home. I walked in the door, and heard Andrea call me from the couch. "Hey! Where've you been today? Sorry I missed you last night, I got in super late." I smiled: she didn't know I'd spent the night away. "Yeah, I'm assisting Dr. Donnely with lesson plans and things; I'll get some credit and a good recommendation from her." "Oh that's cool, isn't she great?" I breathed a sigh of relief; I thought I was going to be interrogated much more than just that. I climbed the stairs, physically and mentally exhausted. I still felt sore, but the complete, wholesome feeling I had, just an hour ago, was now gone. Now that I was in my familiar surroundings, everything felt a little emptier. Did I really crave submission that much, did I crave her that much? I sighed, and tried to dig into my books. I still had obligations in my classes, but it was really hard to focus. I clambered on unproductively for the rest of the night, slowly getting my minimum done, to justify falling asleep. As spent as I was, my mind was still going on all cylinders. I thought of her, what I felt, her amazing body, her authoritative voice. I fell asleep, knowing that I'd be dreaming of her. The week trudged on, and I hadn't heard from Dr. Donnely if we were on for this weekend again. It didn't help that I had a big paper assigned, but I struggled to make any headway with it. Thursday morning, I sent her a text, *I am available again this weekend, if you would like me to come over again, also, do you have any time to talk, maybe lunch?* A little while later came her reply: *This weekend is good for me, although I won't be giving you my full attention the whole time. I have plenty I need to get done. No, I have a full schedule today, but I will see you tomorrow.* Another came in minutes later: *Let's plan for 8:30PM, make sure you bring your schoolwork; you need to be productive in our downtime. You will not be allowed your phone, so please let others know you will be unreachable.* She sounded so bossy, but I guessed I had just interrupted a busy day for her. I didn't know how I could get anything done: if I had my tail in, and was constantly turned on like I had been But her instructions were her instructions. Andrea surprised me as soon as I walked through the door, squeezing me in a tight hug. "I'm an aunt!" she exclaimed! "My sister just had their first, his name's Tony! I have to go see them this weekend; can you take care of Jude?" I nodded, "That's amazing! Um, I might be gone for big chunks of time, can you plan to have someone else swing by to take him out, at least Saturday?" She frowned, "Well I guess so, what are you going to be doing, that keeps you so busy?" "Me and Dr. Donnely are going to be working all weekend, and I'm not sure what times I'll be around..." "Okay, okay, well we have to figure something out, or get somebody to come by Saturday night. Wait, that's my brother calling now! Gotta go, byeeeee!" She bounded into her room, still giddy. How was I going to take care of Jude? I guess I could call somebody, but I didn't want to. I loved our weekends together, but that meant canceling with Dr. Donnely, or having to leave a few times. And I really, really didn't want to do that. I sat upstairs, and sent her a message: *Can you talk? I might have a problem* I didn't get a response, until much later, and I heard my phone buzz. It was her. "Brooke? What's the problem?" "It's Andrea, she's going out of town, and assumed I would take care of her dog, and I sort of agreed to. I'm trying to have someone come take care of him, but I don't know how to answer when they ask me why I can't..." "Hmmm," She paused. I couldn't hear the inflection in her voice, and I was worried she'd be mad. "What about a pet hotel?" She asked, finally speaking. "There's one on the far side of town, you can pick him up after we finish Sunday. " "Okay, that sounds like a good idea, how do I propose it?" I was asking her for everything, even what to say... "Hmm, tell her you feel bad you can't take care of him, and you want to make sure he's pampered. Tell her it's a thank you gift, for something." "O-, Okay, yeah... that'll work." "I'd be happy to pay for it, if that frees you up for the weekend. Shall I meet you there, before you come over? Say, 7:30?" Good god, there was no arguing with this woman. "Okay, that would be great... We'll meet you there..." I told Andrea, convincing her that I felt terrible that I couldn't hang out with him, and that it was something nice I could do for her and Jude. She seemed convinced. The next day, she was gone early in the morning, and dog-duties were on me. As agreed, I put Jude in the car, drove out to the Pet-Hotel place. I wondered if it was a successful business, catering to people who needed a place for their dogs for a weekend. Dr. Donnely was there, dressed in her business attire. I'd have to make sure to not let Jude get any hair on her. She greeted the dog, and then me, and we went inside. The people were very friendly, and Jude seemed happy to be handed over, sniffing all the new smells. Dr. Donnely paid for it all and sorted out all the paperwork, and I looked around, found myself drifting through their pet supply store. Dr. Donnely came over too, to the clerk behind the desk. She glanced at me, and then turned to the man behind the counter. "Evening, I just got a new puppy, and I'm looking for different ways of discipline and training, what do you have for that?" "Sure, right this way, let me show you." She beckoned me to follow, and I turned red with embarrassment, realizing it was me she was talking about. "You've gotchur squirt bottles here, that'll do it if they don't like getting wet." "Oh no, that won't do. My puppy is always wet, and it seems like she enjoys it a lot." I was going to die from embarrassment, and my face was going to be permanently dyed red. "Well, there's shock collars, but if you don't want that, we got this lil prod, sends a shock too. Nuthin too painful, but it'll get their attention." "Hm, interesting," She considered. "Sure, I'll take that." "Need any chew toys, or balls, or anything? Them young ones really like to play." "Oh no, thank you. We have plenty of toys, I'm sure she'll be plenty occupied." She was teasing me, right in front of this oblivious man. I didn't say a word; my eyes were glued to the floor. She was so nonchalant about the entire purchase, and I guessed that the clerk was none the wiser. But she was grinning at me, knowing I heard every word of her double entendre conversation. I couldn't help but smile shyly back; it was a little funny... "I'll see you back at my house," was all she said, before tearing off in her car. She must be a speedster, because when I finally made it there, her car was already parked inside the garage. I took a deep breath; everything had been moving so fast, and I had been so preoccupied with getting Jude's arranged, I had forgotten that I was about to go back to being her submissive. Was it really a switch I had to turn on and off, or was I being transformed into someone else? I didn't spend any more time thinking, and I got out, taking small steps until I knocked on her door. She opened it, and beckoned me inside. She wasn't one for small talk, she instructed me to my room, and to put on her intended outfit. I nodded, and left to comply. I wondered if all of our weekends would be like this, an obvious sexual charge, and always something new to experiment or endure. Inside my room, I found a sexy looking black dress, cut lower in front, with a lot of leg showing. As I sized it up, it barely hung to cover my ass and pussy, and was very tight, completely form fitting. It was a little shiny, and had a zipper running from top to the bottom, straight down the middle. That would make it easy to get out of, I supposed. A pair of lacy black panties was with it, so I slid them up my legs quickly. I didn't see my tail around, and I pouted a little. As much as it was uncomfortable, I loved the way it looked, and it gave me a strong puppy self-image. Maybe tomorrow... I didn't want to keep her waiting any longer. I was assembled, and I bent to my hands and knees, and crawled out. My legs rubbed up against one another, and I was quickly reminded how easily excitable I could be. I hoped I would get some relief tonight, it was torture having to wait all week, but my orgasms had been so much more fulfilling here. "Come here pup, it's been a while since I've had a pretty little thing to dress up; let's see how you look." I paraded for her, feeling a little more pride, and a little less embarrassment than I was expecting. She leaned down to graze the fabric as I passed by, and the tight material let me feel her fingers just like I was naked. Gracefully, she traced underneath, and deliberately, she pressed two fingers into my panty-covered pussy. I wasn't surprised; I was already wet, and what, I had been here 15 minutes? "Eager as ever girl," she purred. "I think you might have a tricky time with what we have planned tonight..." She produced a small vibrator, and pushed it inside me, switching it on. It buzzed slowly, but it felt like it was making all my insides vibrate along with it. My panties held it tightly inside, and I squirmed, just testing, and I shuddered with how good it felt. "No cumming, now. I have some training we will be going over. You are to pay 100% attention to me. Ignore the pussy between your legs, it's mine anyway," she commanded. "Y-yes... Mistress..." I agreed. For the next hour, she went very in-depth into how a sub was to act around her master. I crawled behind her, always a step behind. I received instruction on everything: how to speak softly and politely, acceptable eye contact, and even learned I was to keep my breathing quiet as to not disturb my Dom. And I had the worst learning distraction ever, a vibrating nuisance between my thighs. I ached with throbbing need, and it took every fiber of my resolve not to sneak a rub when she wasn't looking. But I was compliant, answering everything she quizzed me on quickly. Even worse, though, the vibrator starting oscillating speeds. She must have either set it, or have been controlling it somehow, but it constantly reminded me of its presence. "I'm not going to need to tie you up, am I pet?" she warned. I almost wanted to endure that delicious-sounding punishment, but I had a higher priority to be obedient to her. She instructed me on different poses for a sub. One, I was on my knees, spread widely, arms held behind my back, pushing my chest out. We did one while on all fours, elbow together, head down, and ass raised up in the air. Every position I tried to ingrain in my memory, blocking the shame from being displayed so lewdly. Every minute my desire was burning, until I reached a point where I thought I was cumming, and I stopped. I clenched every muscle in my core, and she noticed my discomfort. "Pet? Is something wrong?" "I... I'm trying..." I stammered. "Trying my hardest... not to cum Miss..." Her devilish grin was back, "Oh how forgetful of me, that thing is still inside of you. Here, let me fix that." She leaned down, and dipped her fingers beneath my panties. I was relieved; I thought she was going to pull it out, but the next thing I felt was the toy turned way higher, buzzing loudly, and I cried out, shocked and surprised by the burst of stimulation. I groaned, knowing I wouldn't be able to suppress my impending climax. "Oh you poor, little thing, it must be so hard for you to control yourself." She was whispering in my ear, sounding as husky as she was quiet. My legs started shaking, and I couldn't contain it for another second. "Mistress, I can't help it... I'm gonna cum!" I proclaimed. "I know... Do it." She replied, tweaking a nipple in the process. I had an earth-shattering orgasm, bringing me to the edge of unconsciousness. When I came to, my legs had given out, and she was stroking me. "Good girl, you lasted a lot longer than I was expecting, especially since this was your first orgasm this week." She paused. "This WAS your first orgasm, wasn't it? You haven't touched yourself without permission, have you?" "No, Mistress, not at all..." She studied me for a minute, as if to ascertain the truth. "Good." The rest of the night felt almost... normal. We made dinner: she led, instructing me on how to help, but there was idle conversation too. She told me about a couple of her trips to the Rockies with her brother, I recounted my favorite family vacation. With all the sexy games going on, I didn't know if there was going to be this kind of personal connection, but here we were, getting to know the little things. We ate, and cleaned, and spent the night watching a movie. I didn't get to sit on the couch with her, but I sat alongside her legs, and every so often she would pet or play with my hair. I allowed myself to really relax, enjoying her company. Everything had been so sexually charged up until this point, but now that we were well into our arrangement, I guess we could start becoming a little bit more like a regular couple. Our movie ended, and she stretched. "Are you tired, pet, or eager as ever?" She questioned. "Whatever you would like Mistress, is good for me," I said genuinely. "Mmm, good answer. You are developing quite nicely." She complimented. "But I've had a really long day, and I think I would prefer to go to bed. That means you too, we have all day tomorrow..." I tried to hide my disappointment, but I wouldn't mind trying to go to bed too. I played servant to her again; I brought her a night-robe, helped her undress and redress for bed, and brought her a glass of water. I stood at attention, and then she dismissed me. I departed, trying to figure out how I felt about that: about being at her beck and call for any chore she requested. I guess I didn't feel that strongly against it, I just didn't realize that I was assumed to do that along with my sexual submissive role. Of course, then I thought back to all the orgasms I'd had from her, and how rewarding and completely mind-blowing they had been. Maybe that was going to make it all worth it? She hadn't told me if I was to sleep in my outfit, or to put it away. God, I hated having to making decisions now, especially if she might be disappointed with them. I ended up taking it off, and making my bed with a pair of blankets. Naked, I padded around, (very dog like of me) and finally curled up, thinking of my Mistress, and anticipating the next day. Drowsiness came faster than I was expecting, and soon, my busy mind quieted, and I drifted off to sleep. Puppy Girl: The Stray =========================== A broken man, an innocent injured girl, a time for healing. A twisted story of loss, control, humiliation, healing and strangely enough, romance. This is an entry for the 2015 Summer Lovin' Contest. It's been in my unfinished pile since 2012, and I finally manage to complete it. I hope you enjoy the story. It's another one of my 'unusual' tales, dealing with what in other situations might be a fetish, with elements of non-consent, although it comes about in a round-about way. It could be categorized many ways, but because of the principal activity, I've gone ahead and listed it as fetish. =========================== "I should have let him fuck me," Amy thought, the last of her strength fading. She was on her back, struggling to stay afloat, her throat parched, the fierce Caribbean sun scalding her exposed face. She thought about the events of the night before. Getting drunk for the first time, trying to fit in, necking on the diving platform with Rafe, their feet splashing in the water. It had been exciting. Even now she could feel his hands on her bare breasts, his mouth pressed against hers. When Rafe grabbed her hand and pressed it against his hardness, she'd felt fear, excitement, disgust, desire. He'd pulled her down, laying on the teak platform at the back of the boat, tugging at her bikini bottoms. YOLO. She wanted to be cool. Be included. But she wasn't ready for what he wanted. She was a virgin, a good girl, finally ready to stretch her boundaries. Be kissed, touched. Feel like a woman. The last summer before college on a barefoot cruise with a couple of dozen of her exclusive private school friends seemed like the time to spread her wings. Just not that far. Rafe had held her down, climbing on top of her. "No, Rafe," she moaned, trying to make herself heard over the loud party music and the rumble of the engines. "No!" "Don't be such a fuckin' tease," he'd growled, pulling the tie on the side of her bikini bottom, and yanking it free, leaving her naked. He'd reached between her legs, touching her. She'd shuddered, embarrassed that she was wet and excited. "Stop! Don't do this, please," she begged. "I ... I'll scream." He pushed the top of her body over the edge of the platform, her hair dragging in the water as they motored through the night. The wake splashed over her face, his hand around her neck, squeezing. "Lie still and enjoy it, Ames. You'll thank me afterward." He shifted, straddling her thighs, trying to press his hard meat against her. She twisted, fighting, her mouth and nose sprayed with the salty water, choking her. Rafe forced his leg between her thighs, using his free hand to press her knee outward. She clawed at the hand holding her throat, working her other leg free. Amy kicked out, connecting, proud for a moment, before she slipped under the water, tumbling in the dark murkiness, struggling for the surface. After an eternity, she broke free of the water's warm embrace, gasping. She tried to yell, but the boat's wake dunked her, her mouth filling with water. She coughed it up, panicking. Surrounded by nothing but disorienting darkness. Fear surged within her as she searched for the boat. She kicked upward, turning jerkily. Behind her to the left, the lights of the boat were fading in the distance. She screamed for help. Screamed and screamed, shouting, yelling, praying someone would hear her, anyone. The sounds of Bob Marley singing about love, echoing across the surface, destroyed her. She had no idea how long she'd been swimming, mostly floating, desperately straining to keep her head up. She knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer. What if she'd handled it differently? Not struggled. She wouldn't be a virgin forever. She could have let Rafe be her first. She'd be on the boat now, in his arms, laughing, joking along with all the others. No longer the last virgin on the trip. One of the gang. I should have let him fuck me. * * * Amy let the water carry her along, on her back, no longer swimming, all of her energy spent keeping her head up, breathing. Her vision was a blur, lips cracked and painful. She was dizzy. She wanted to take a mouthful of water and swallow, anything to stop the agonizing thirst. Amy knew that one sip could be the end. Would that be so bad? She was so tired, aching, hungry, thirsty. It would be so easy to slip under the surface. She felt something bump against her foot, and kicked away hard, terrified of what was in the water with her. She wasn't ready to give up yet. Another hard bump and she turned on her side, kicking fearfully. Water swept over her face. She gasped, struggling to stay upright and another wave of water buried her. She rolled with it, scraping her knee. She fought to the surface, taking a huge desperate breath, and felt sand underneath her feet. She crawled forward on trembling arms, tumbled by a wave, digging her fingers into the rough sand, pushing up and forward, the water impelling her toward the shore. Crawling out of the frothy surf, she managed to escape the tide surge, before she let the weight of her own body force her down. She was alive. * * * Amy woke, the sun low on the horizon. Every inch of her body hurt. She rolled onto her back, and almost screamed from the pain. She had to get up. Find water. Find cover. Find help. Her face was in shade. She squinted, her eyes unable to focus, dry and blinded by the vicious sun. She could make out a shape. Lifting her head, her swollen tongue tried to ask for help, but only a rasping gasp came out. She felt a hard poke in her side. "Get off my beach," she heard in a deep baritone. The poke became a blow. The man was kicking her. He dug his toes under her side and pushed, flipping her over toward the water edge. "Leave. You're trespassing," he growled. His voice sounded rough, the words tentative, as if he wasn't used to speaking. "Please," she cried. Even her ears detected little more than a grunt. He kicked her harder, and she rolled over twice down the steep beach, catching herself before she slid back in to her certain death. He stood over her, one leg on each side of her body. "If I see you again, I'll shoot you." She looked up and saw what had to be a rifle barrel pointed at her head. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact. * * * Fucking kids, Hunter thought. No fucking respect. He hoped he'd put the fear of God into the brat. Skinny-dipping and sunning on his beach. He scanned the sea, trying to spot her boat. Had to be one of those damn rich kid outings. Every other month it seemed he had to chase some damn bunch of punks off his property. Why the fuck were they suddenly showing up? For two years, he saw maybe one boat in a month, always at a distance. Now it was two or three times a week. At least most had the good sense not to come too close, the reefs and submerged atolls a danger for anyone stupid enough to hazard them. He turned his back on her, avoiding the view of her nakedness. He didn't need that. Fucking immoral little sluts, all of them. Rutting on his property. She'd slink off like the good little skank she was. Probably be opening her legs to some acned teenager, laughing at him before the night was through. * * * It was almost dark. Amy was so weak she could only crawl, following the footsteps in the sand. She stopped when she had to, slithering forward when she could. Keep moving, she thought. Water, he has to have water. There was wood under her fingers. Spaced boards. Some kind of walkway. It hurt her body even worse than the sand, tearing at her sore breasts, grinding the sand into her knees. Nothing like the pain of her parched throat. Amy wriggled forward, and felt moisture. Water. Water! She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting it. It was hot, but it was sweet. No salt. She struggled forward and felt it against her arm. One last push and her face was laying in it. Shallow, only a couple of inches deep and sandy on the bottom. She didn't care. She sipped carefully, coughing, then drank more. It was the most wonderful thing she'd ever tasted. She drank deeply, accidentally inhaling the water through her nose, gagging. She rolled onto her back so she could breath, ignoring the physical pain, the water caressing the back of her head. She took several slow breaths, feeling a little strength return to her limbs. She turned back over and drank more carefully, bringing her trembling hands up and washing her face. She had no idea how long she was there, but she felt peaceful. She was going to live. There was fresh water. Food. People. Not everyone had to be as coarse as that first stranger. Amy noticed she was at the foot of some stairs. She could almost see again, her vision slowly returning. It was still difficult, but no longer impossible. She crawled up the steps, counting them. Six. Six steps and she was on a wooden deck. A building. Lights. On her hands and knees she approached the door. Blue. It was painted blue. She leaned against it. She reached up and pushed her hair back out of her face. She lifted her fist, and hammered on the door with the last of her fading strength. * * * Hunter heard the noise again. He got up from his desk, and walked to the door. Opening it, he found that same damn girl, obviously drunk, falling into his house. He reached down and grabbed her by her long blonde hair, making a fist and pulling her upright. She was so drunk she barely reacted. Fucking slut. "I warned you," he growled. "Crawl back to your fuck-buddies, you little whore. I'm not buying any of it." "Help," she whispered. "Right. Party a little too rough for you? Not my concern. Get off my porch. Get off my island. Next time I see you, you won't like it." He threw her off his doorstep and slammed the door. Amy didn't know how her desiccated body was able to dredge up enough moisture for tears. * * * Hunter looked out, and she was laying there. Shaking. So God damn stupid. She was badly sunburned, not even enough brains to wear sunscreen. Her friends would probably find her soon. As he was turning off his lights, he opened the blinds and she was still there. Naked. On his porch. No effort to cover herself. How much did the little slut drink? Drugs maybe. Probably. Little ecstasy for the high. She'd pay for it in the morning. He couldn't believe his own actions when he went to his kitchen. He threw some fruit and bread on a plate. A tall glass of water. Tylenol. He went outside and put it by her head. He went back in and returned with an old blanket and tossed it over her. Fuck. I'm getting soft. Whore will probably steal the blanket. He closed the door and locked it. Didn't need her breaking in and stealing anything else. * * * Amy woke, surprised she was still alive. She turned, the rough blanket like sandpaper against her hyper-sensitive flesh. She heard an odd clanking sound, and saw a plate shaking where she'd bumped into it. Pineapple? Melon? Bread? She struggled to sit up, pushing the irritating cloth off of her. The sun wasn't up, but it was bright enough to see the tall glass of water, and the plate of food. She clasped the glass in her trembling hands, sipping carefully. She reached for a chunk of melon and put it in her mouth, feeling it, sucking on it before she carefully chewed and swallowed. More water. She noticed the small white pills, and hesitated. It could be anything. Then again, if he really wanted her dead or incapacitated, she wouldn't be there now. She took the pills, and washed them down. Bite by delicious bite, she ate the drying fruit and stale bread. She didn't know if she'd ever eaten anything better in her life. When the food was gone and glass was empty, she surveyed her surroundings. There was a lounge chair a few feet away. She climbed onto it, dragging her blanket with her. She sighed. She was going to live. She pulled the blanket over herself and went to sleep. * * * Amy woke suddenly. Someone was leaning over her. "Are you stupid? Still drunk? I told you to leave." She licked her lips, "Please, I can't." She didn't recognize her own raspy voice. "Where are your friends?" She realized he was holding the rifle again. "No friends. I'm lost. Swam all night." Her voice was a little stronger. "You can't stay here." He sounded angry. "Thank you for ... food and blanket. Do you have more water?" she asked. He grunted. She watched him turn to the wall, grabbing her glass and filling it from a faucet. All the water she could drink, and only a few feet away. She laughed, her sides aching until she was crying again. "Funny. Ha-ha. Here's your fucking water. You can keep the blanket. Just leave." She took the glass in her hand, drinking it, all of it, gasping for air between gulps. She reached out to put it on the deck, her hand trembling wildly. The man took it from her. "You're still here." She looked up, getting used to the glare. She lifted her hand to her brow, shading her eyes. He was tall, gaunt. No beard, but several days of unshaven growth. His dark, almost black eyes burned into hers. "Where can I go?" she asked. "Not my problem. You can't stay here." "Can you point me to town?" she asked. He laughed, a vicious, cruel sound. He pointed across the water. "Maybe a dozen miles. Start swimming." She felt her eyes tear up. "Why do you hate me?" "I don't hate you. I detest you. You and your friends. Spoiled, immoral, irresponsible brats. Living off Daddy's money. No responsibilities, no respect for others. This is private property. The signs are on the beach. You can't miss 'em. No trespassing." "Please. Help me. I fell off our boat. I almost died. I need to get home." "Get a little drunk? High? Go for a late night swim, and your drunken boyfriends left you? Boo-hoo. Time to grow-up." She didn't want to argue. "Can you help me?" "No," he said. He picked up the plate and glass. "My charity for the year is all paid up. Now leave before I get angry. You wouldn't like me angry." She struggled to her feet. She was shaking and dizzy, but she knew she'd get no aid from this bastard. Not everyone was an asshole. She'd find help. She shuffled toward the stairs. "Thank you for the water and blanket," she said. * * * Hunter watched her walk away. Was any of it true? She was probably on some kind of stupid dare, like those brats six months ago. Most likely there was a boat waiting for her out of view, around the north or south side. He took her plate and glass inside. Fucking waste of my time. Now I'm behind schedule. He sat at his computer, powering it up, reviewing his notes. If he didn't get this chapter delivered, he'd never hear the end of it. * * * Amy pulled the blanket over her head, walking along the beach. Someone would help her. She kept her eyes on the tree line, looking for a break, a house, a path, anything. The broad expanse of tan sand narrowed, until she was wading in the water, following the rocky shore. Long way between houses. She knew she was sick. Probably the sunburn. She was weak, and couldn't stop shaking. But she was alive, and in 100% better shape than yesterday. She kept moving. Don't sit. Don't stop. You'll find help. Her feet were tortured, the rough sand and half buried shells tearing them up. The salt water burned. She could see what appeared to be other islands in the distance, small, barely rocks, not even as big as the island she was walking around. Not much help there, and they looked distant, but she had no way to estimate the distance. The beach opened up again, the sun almost directly over head. She'd wandered half the day already. She was able to walk in the cool compact sand just above the tide level. Any higher and the hot sand was too much against the blistered and broken soles of her feet. She saw a path up ahead. Finally. She turned up the beach, staggering along the sandy path until it became a boardwalk. A few more paces, and there was a washing pool where she was able to rinse off and cool her aching feet. Steps. Oh, God. No. Please. She looked up and saw a railing. A small bright yellow bungalow. Blue door. Shit. She shuffled up to the entrance, bracing herself. Whatever he said, whatever he called her, she'd take it. She had to have his help. She couldn't spend another day like this. Not another hour. * * * Hunter heard the knock at his door. Fuck. The bitch was back. What the hell? Had her friends really left her? That's all he needed. Some whiny, needy spoiled brat. The two-month supply boat wouldn't be back for weeks. Fuck. He rose to his feet, angry, and went to the door. "You." "Please. A phone call. All I need is a phone call," she begged. "No phone." She looked puzzled, as if the thought of anyone living without a phone was beyond comprehension. "A boat? Can you just take me to where I can make a call? My family has money. They'll pay you." He laughed, cruelly. "I'm sure they have money. All you brats are the same. I don't need your filthy money." "Please, help me. Something, anything," she pleaded. The slut leaned against the wall. His wall. His. "Why?" "Kindness? Karma? Because you can?" He laughed again, and slammed the door in her face. Like every other bitch. Wants something for nothing. Like Her. His evil conniving wife, raping his life, taking everything he had, while he was overseas, reservist, recruited against his wishes and forced to serve three years in Afghanistan and Iraq. Like that bitch of an attorney, determined to strangle the life out of him, make him work for his unfaithful slut-wife, taking his earnings, grinding his life away while she crawled from bed to bed. The lying cunt of a sister who hung him out to dry, keeping the whore's secrets. He showed them. Let them try to find him now. They'd get nothing from him. Not now. Not ever. Like this stupid little slut on his doorstep. Useless piece of flesh, a wart on society. Good for nothing but feeding off others. Flash her tits, give up a little ass, bare those bright white teeth in a fake smile, bat those baby blues, and always get her way. Daddy's little princess, leading him on, and he'd give her anything, guilty of his own desires toward the cum-slut living under his roof, giving it up to anyone who wanted. Anyone but him. Fuck if he'd be used again. * * * Amy sank to the ground. Her stomach was cramping from hunger. She crawled to the faucet and drank her fill, leaning against the hot wall. She reached down to her feet, peeling off the dead and peeling skin, blisters under her blisters, bleeding. She rinsed them off under the water. He couldn't do this to her. No civilized person could. It wasn't her fault she was stuck on his stupid island. It wasn't fair. She stood, cringing from the pain in her feet. She walked to the door, unsteadily, and tried the handle. Locked. She knocked on the door, over and over, when he didn't answer. Finally, he threw open the door. "Stop it, you stupid cunt! I'm working." "I'm hungry. I ... I have to have something to wear. I'm sick. I need more aspirin or something stronger," she told him, bravely, standing tall, looking him in the eye. "Like I care. Stay out there, on the beach. Boats pass by almost every day. Find a ride. You got yourself here, you can get yourself gone." She couldn't help but start crying. It didn't have to be like this. She only needed a little help. It would cost him nothing. "Sorry. That doesn't work on me. I've seen enough crocodile tears from little lying bitches to last a lifetime." "Why? Why are you treating me like this? I'm a person. I'm helpless. I'm hurting. You wouldn't treat a dog this way!" Puppy Girl: The Stray He grinned. "You're right. I wouldn't. A dog doesn't bite the hand that feeds it. A dog is loyal. It knows its place." He stared at her hard. "A dog wouldn't interrupt my work. Wouldn't sit here whining on my doorstep. Fuck, I wish you were a dog. Maybe you'd just lie down out of the way and shut the fuck up." Amy couldn't believe the bile and disgust that radiated from this man. He was broken inside. That much was obvious. She was stuck on a deserted island with a man who was probably unhinged. She sank to her knees, utterly and completely defeated. She was going to die here after all, because one man couldn't see her as a fellow human being. A misogynistic bastard, who for some reason obviously abhorred women. Her long hair, full breasts, narrow waist and tight ass were her greatest weaknesses versus her only potential savior. Amy got on her hands and knees. She hated herself with every movement she made, crawling to him. She leaned down and licked his bare foot, trembling when he jerked back a step. She hunkered down lower, crawling forward, licking his foot again. Licking his ankle when he didn't pull away. She rolled over onto her back, ignoring the agony, closing her legs and lifting her knees, covering her breasts with her elbows. She brought her hands to her chin, curling her fingers. She stretched, exposing her belly to him. She whimpered, whining. "Get up, you stupid little cunt," he growled. Amy bent her head to the side, wriggling closer, licking his ankle, whining deep down in her throat. She looked up at him, piteously. Please, she thought. Please, I'll be good. Feed me. Help me. * * * What the fuck? Hunter looked down at the girl, seeing her bleeding feet, scraped, blistering skin. Pitiful despairing look. She was licking him. Whimpering and whining like a whipped cur. "Stay," he barked. He went to his kitchen. Opened a can of cold beef stew and dumped it in a bowl. Filled another bowl with water. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but maybe, just maybe, she really would shut up and keep out of his hair while he finished these last few pages. Sit in a corner and shut up. Invisible. For that he'd feed her for the next couple of weeks until the supply boat came. He walked back and she was on her hands and knees, waiting where he'd left her. Naked, and trembling. He put the bowls in front of her, along with a couple of Tylenol, and she waited patiently. No longer whimpering. He brushed her hair back so he could see her face. She looked up at him, eyes big, pleading. "Eat." She leaned down, pressing her face into the bowl. Quiet except for the sound of her eating. He grabbed an afghan off the couch, and laid it on the floor by the door. "Your bed. I hear one God damn word from you, and I swear I will throw you out the door, and never give you one more fucking thing. You interrupt me again, and I'll beat the living daylights out of you." She looked up at him, and nodded. Lowering her face back to her food. Hunter turned his back to her, returning to his work. He managed to finish three pages before he even thought about her again. He was writing, no writer's block, the words flowing easily. He looked over, and she was lying on her side, dead to the world. She would still tremble uncontrollably every minute or so. He picked up the empty food bowl. She'd licked it clean. He took both bowls to the sink, washing the stew bowl and refilling the water. He placed the bowl back in its place beside her. He reached out and brushed her hair back. Her cheeks under her eyes were blistering, and her lips were cracked and raw. Why couldn't women always be like this? Hunter went to his closet and got a light blanket and covered her. He returned to his writing, his fingers dashing over the keys, his words taking form as fast as he could think them. * * * Amy lay where she'd been told, watching him. He was silent, focused, his fingers blistering the keyboard. She didn't know people could type that fast. She had to pee. It was becoming painful. She didn't know what to do. Would she anger him if she asked to go? Should she just get up and find the bathroom. Maybe she could slink outside unseen. She couldn't anger him. He was calm now. He'd fed her, and covered her. Obviously he had work to do, and she'd been interrupting. He had to stop some time. Stop for dinner. She could hold out a little longer. She had to. She watched him. Waiting. He had to take a break. Amy had her hands between her legs, pressing down. She couldn't wait much longer. It hurt so bad. Enough to distract her from the myriad other pains. She heard the sound of his chair legs scratching against the floor. He backed away from the laptop, closing the top, stretching. It was getting dark outside; he must have typed for six or seven hours without stopping. He stood, and turned toward her. She trembled at his approach. He squatted down beside her, and ran his hand across her hair. "Good girl," he said softly. Amy looked up at him. "I have to pee," she said softly, eyes downcast. She waited for the explosion. A slap, a kick something. When nothing happened, she looked up into his thoughtful face. "Sit." He said sharply. He extended his arm toward her and she flinched before he snapped it up in a 90% angle. "Sit!" he commanded, doing the gesture again. Amy sat back on her haunches, in pain, knowing she'd be leaking on his floor at any moment. "Good girl," he said, caressing her hair. "If you need to speak to me, approach my feet, sit and whine. I may allow it then." She scooted forward, curling her arms back, elbows tucked in, hands curled in front of her neck. She whined piteously. "Speak, girl." "Please, I have to pee. Now." He stood and opened the door. She crawled outside. Why couldn't he at least let me use the bathroom? Was that so difficult? * * * She might not be such a problem, Hunter thought. If she'd stay out from underfoot, out of his way. Ignorant little brat. He smiled, thinking how much she must hate being treated as a dog. He imagined his ex-wife, naked on her hands and needs, begging for any little treat. Forced to sleep outside at night. At his complete and total mercy for all her needs. Her and that bitch of a lawyer. Wouldn't that be justice? He allowed his puppy back in the house when she scratched at the door. She moved slowly, crawling into the house. Silent, obedient, cringing. She curled up back into her blankets, and he knelt beside her, checking her fever. She seemed to be doing better. Ignoring her, he went to the kitchen and prepared a simple meal. Spaghetti and clam-sauce, from his dwindling supply. He really needed to do some fishing, take some of the burden off his larder, if he'd have to be feeding her as well. He sat, eating his meal, keeping an eye on her. She was watching his every move. Probably starving. It wouldn't hurt her to suffer a little. Not like he hadn't been made to suffer for ages. When he finished his meal, he scraped the leftovers into a bowl for her, and put it on the floor at the end of the kitchen counter. He whistled and called her over. "C'mere girl. Feeding time." She was more tentative in her movements, taking an eternity to crawl across the hard floor, before she buried her face in the bowl. She glanced up at him a couple of times. He expected to see anger, but was greeted by a look of shame and maybe, gratefulness? Hunter retrieved her water bowl from the entrance corner, rinsed it out, and refreshed it. He set it beside her, brushing her hair out of the way and patting her head. "Hungry, girl?" She looked up and nodded, the sauce caking her lower face. She didn't seem to worry about it, as she dipped her mouth into the watering bowl, drinking deeply. While she finished her meal, he went to her corner and straightened out her blankets. A few moments in his orderly supply room, and he retrieved an old quilt, which he folded and placed on the floor, piling her blankets on top of it. A little extra padding for the puppy. When she'd finished licking her bowl clean, he took up the food bowl and placed it in the sink. He used his dish cloth to wipe her face, checking her temperature again. She seemed warm. He finished his cleaning, and noticed that she'd returned to her corner. So she was trainable. He sat on his couch, doing a little reading, the intruder in his home breaking his concentration several times. It had been a long day, and he decided to end it early. He checked on his puppy, and fed her a couple of more Tylenol, to take care of any fever. He pulled her blanket over her, and retreated to his room. For the first time, he wished he had locks on his interior doors. He wasn't sure he could trust her alone. What if she came into his room while he was sleeping? There's no telling what a woman may do. Deceitful, tricky, evil creatures. He settled for propping a chair against the door, counting on it waking him up if she tried to get in. * * * Amy was in a daze, lying in her blankets. He'd fed her. Watered her. Given her medicine. It might not be the Ritz, but she may survive after all. She'd waited for one of his outbursts, wondering if he'd cuff her, smack her around. Maybe take advantage of her. Instead, he acted as if she didn't exist, except for that brief feeding, and preparing her bed for her. She smiled briefly at the thought of his getting a new blanket for her to lie on. Was that a crack in his cruel demeanor? A momentary act of consideration? Why couldn't he give her something to wear? Let her out of the corner. She would have liked to lie on that couch, but she knew he wouldn't allow that. No, she had to be invisible, keep his attention at a careful distance. Go along with his asinine treatment of her. It wasn't that high a price for food and shelter, for survival. Her joints ached, her knees were tortured. Any time she moved, she felt the rough blanket scraping like sandpaper against her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes, wondering how long it would go on. He must have access to civilization. His food, medicine had to come from somewhere. How long would she have to be his dog, before some kind of rescue came for her, or he set her free? People had to be searching for her. How hard could it be to track down where she'd landed? Days, weeks, months? What kind of time-frame was she looking at? How long would he be willing to care for her? What if he snapped? She'd have to be good, a good dog. If he kicked her out, she knew that her days were numbered. She would be a good dog. The best. Her survival depended on it. * * * She woke to the smell of cooking. The clatter of a bowl on the kitchen floor had her struggling to free herself from the blankets, crawling across the floor. Steam was still rising from the scrambled eggs in her bowl. She made her way to her food, eating carefully so as not to burn herself. Her water bowl was refilled, and she drank deeply. She didn't feel well, and knew her fever had returned. Her bladder was full. She needed out. The man knelt beside her, opening his palm and holding out a couple of the painkillers. She picked them up with her lips, and drank from her water bowl. She almost wished there was a way to thank him for that little kindness. A hot breakfast and medicine. He reached for her bowl, and for a moment she considered pushing his hand away. There were still a few remains in there which she'd happily retrieve. She didn't get the chance. She backed away, and recalled his discussion about how to ask for something. She really needed to pee. She turned to him, but he was already gone. She found him by the door, holding it open. "Out. Out girl." Amy crawled toward him and he picked up one of her blankets, throwing it outside. "Don't be scratching at the door. I'll let you in when I'm ready." She nodded fearfully, hearing the door close behind her. She considered standing, walking down to the sand to pee, but she was afraid. Afraid he'd punish her, if she didn't maintain her role. That, and fearful of the pain in her feet, which were on fire. Her knees hurt terribly, but nothing like the agony she experienced when the soles of her feet touched anything. She felt shame squatting in the sand emptying her bladder. She rinsed off under the faucet at the base of the stairs. She could already feel the relentless fury of the sun beating down on her. She returned to the porch, scanning the area. She couldn't stay under the direct rays of the sun, nor did she want to leave the porch, in case he came for her. She decided to prop two of the lounge chairs against the porch railing. She laid her blanket out underneath them, and curled up there, under the shade from the railing and the chairs. It blocked 90% of the sun's light, and if she moved every so often, she could avoid the discomfort of the rays frying her skin. She napped restlessly, drinking from the porch faucet when thirsty, then retreating to her mini-oasis of shade. Why had he put her out? Hadn't she been good? What had she done wrong? Not subservient enough? Not grateful? These thoughts were echoing in her brain, when she heard the door open. She crawled out from her retreat, already on her way, when she heard his whistle. "C'mere girl!" he called out, and she turned the corner of the recessed entry, moving as quickly as she could, before he could change his mind. Grateful. She could be grateful. She brushed against his leg as she passed him, turning and rubbing her head against his thigh. She braced herself, then opened her lips and licked his skin. Grateful. I can play grateful. * * * Hunter had watched her from the door, as she crawled to the edge of the deck. She stood and walked down the steps, gingerly, turning at the bottom, squatting and peeing in the sand. He chuckled. She really had to go. He could hear the noise of her stream from where he stood. She stayed that way for a long time, before she walked over to the foot wash. An odd little bow-legged walk, until he realized she was trying to move on the sides of her feet. She turned on the faucet, refilling the low trough, and splashed the water up between her legs, then washed her feet. She was a good girl. Quiet when told. Quick to learn. Neat. Cleaned up after herself. She had built herself a little shelter, lazily napping underneath it. At least she wasn't bothering him. He'd managed to spend a few hours working, only minimally distracted, peeking out at her on occasion. When he looked up at the clock it was after one. Time for lunch. Time to feed the puppy. Opening the door a crack, he saw her respond to the sound. He watched her stretch, flaunting her body at him. He felt the anger build for a moment, then melt away when she got back on her hands and knees, crawling his way. He opened the door wide, whistling for her. "Come here, girl," he called out. She picked up her pace, crawling quickly. That must have been painful. At the door she rubbed her head against his leg. Hunter laughed, rubbing her head. "Heel," he said, snapping his fingers as he brought his arm down to his side swiftly, slapping his thigh. He walked into the living room, the girl following, one step back, and to his side. He walked over to the couch, lifted his hand over the cushion. Snapped his fingers. "Up!" She climbed onto the couch curling up. He looked her over, walking around her, her big blue eyes following him. She was in bad shape. He'd need to take care of her, if she was going to be there for a while. He tilted her head up and looked into her face. The burn was bad. He held his hand to her head. She was burning up. He was surprised she was able to be as obedient as she was. She should have been passed out and delirious. He checked her hands, her knees, her feet. "Stay," he told her arm extended, palm facing her. "Stay," he repeated. He retreated to the bathroom to get supplies. * * * Food and sleep. That's what I need. Something for the fever would be good. Anything for the pain. She had been nervous when he'd touched her, looking at her body. What was he going to do to her? Would she fight it? Could she? He walked back into the room, a bag of supplies in hand. He was bare chested, wearing only a pair of tight cut off jeans. She was surprised by the muscularity of his chest. He placed the bag on the floor beside her. He went to the kitchen and returned with a large glass of orange juice. She felt her mouth filling with saliva in anticipation. He sat on the edge of the couch in front of her. He held out some pills. "Open," he said softly. She opened her mouth, extending her tongue. He put the pills on her tongue and passed her the juice. "Drink as much as you can." She eagerly drank half of it, the tangy sweetness giving her goosebumps. She took a breath and drank the rest more slowly, passing him the empty glass. He smiled, and rubbed her head. Funny, he never touched her anywhere else, except for those few moments he checked her hands, feet and knees. "You are a good girl, aren't you?" Amy nodded. She whined softly, hoping that nodding was permissible. "Lay back now. Let me take care of you. This may hurt a little." She uncurled, stretching out a bit, closing her eyes. She hoped and prayed that 'taking care of her' wasn't some perverted euphemism. Not that she would fight it. She couldn't. He took her hand in his, and opened it up in his lap. He wiped it with a wet wipe, then produced some tweezers. She felt his gentle touch as he removed a couple of splinters she hadn't even realized were there. He did the same for her other hand. Amy whimpered a bit, when he had to dig under the skin. He reached out and brushed her shoulder. "Shh, I know it hurts. I'm sorry." He dabbed some hydrogen peroxide on the worst of the scrapes. It burned for a moment. He extended her arms, and checked and treated her elbows and forearms. He moved down by her knees, and wiped them clean. They were bruised and scraped, rubbed raw, sand embedded in her skin. He took his time with her, cleaning and wiping. When he was satisfied with the job he'd done there, he moved down the couch, dragging his supplies with him. He sat on the end and pulled her feet into his lap. He clucked over the shape they were in. "This is bad. You can cry or moan if you need to. I'll try to be gentle." Amy was astounded that even for that short moment he talked to her like a person. He had some small scissors and was cutting away the torn strips of flesh. She muttered a soft 'Ow' tensing up immediately. "That's Ok," he told her, reaching out and petting her thigh for a moment. He took a long time with her feet, cleaning out the sand, disinfecting. He cleaned between her toes, even trimming her nails. He got up. "Stay," he commanded. Like I'm going to go anywhere. She heard him running the water for a bath. The idea made her twitch. God, please, let that be for me. He walked back out, standing over her. "I need to bandage those feet, and we've gotta get some ointment on those burns, but we have to clean you up first. You're filthy. Don't fight me on this." She looked up and nodded softly. Fight you? I'd beg if it would help. She whimpered when he slid his arms underneath her, lifting her easily. His biceps looked like corded steel, bulging. He was strong, good thing she hadn't tried to fight him. He carried her into the bathroom, knelt and lowered her into the hot water, slowly. The heat made all her cuts, scrapes and contusions burn. She whimpered again. "I know. It'll be better soon. Trust me, puppy. I'm going to take care of you." He had a facecloth in his hand, and put some liquid soap on it. Amy leaned back, closing her eyes. * * * Puppy Girl: The Stray Hunter looked down at the poor creature. She was a brave little thing. That had to hurt. She hardly whined at all. He started at her neck, washing her as gently as he could, cleaning off the sand, salt and dirt. She smelled bad, stinking up his house. This would help. She would make the occasional groan or whimper when he hit the worst spots, but she didn't complain. He looked at her breasts, big tits, only purpose in life was to snare helpless weak men. She was built for temptation. He squeezed them roughly and she whimpered, looking up at him piteously. He looked down and saw the skin was scraped raw, her nipples bruised. Dragging herself across the sand and wood, probably. He looked closer and saw another splinter. "Stay," he said softly. He got his tweezers and returned to her, lying in the water obediently. He lifted her breast, and removed the embedded sliver of wood. He saw her nipple harden. Of course. Sluts. Slaves to their hormones. He retrieved his facecloth and took his time cleaning her thoroughly. He felt some anger when he reached between her legs, but she whimpered softly, opening her legs, and turning her face away. Not her fault she was dirty there. She was filthy everywhere. He was especially careful with her tortured feet, cleaning her ankles and between her toes, but leaving the soles alone, hoping the soaking helped. "Roll over," he told her. She did, obediently, quickly and carefully. She had difficulty keeping her head above water, and he opened the drain. He started with her back, and cleaned her thoroughly, gently. Her sunburn was much worse on her back. He wondered how she'd been able to lie on the couch without crying. She was blistering between her shoulders, and her bottom was a bright red, where her bathing suit had once covered her. He stopped the water from draining when there were only a few inches remaining. Fewer cuts and scratches on her backside, thankfully. He turned the water back on, checking the temperature, then slid her forward in the tub until her head was under the running stream. He washed her hair, taking a long time, getting the seeming endless quantity of sand out. He shampooed her long blonde tresses twice. Hunter debated cutting them. They were more trouble than they were worth. Yet they seemed to fit her. He'd leave it alone for now. When he was happy with her cleanliness, he lifted her out of the tub and sat her on the counter. He handled her carefully, patting her dry. He toweled her hair dry, and moved her legs, opening the door underneath her, searching until he found the blow-dryer he knew he had but so seldom used. A major drain on his power. Hunter plugged it in, drying her hair, running his fingers through it, removing the knots and tangles. She was brave, stoically sitting through the ordeal. He brushed her hair, carefully avoiding scraping her scalp. When the brush moved smoothly without resistance he turned off the blow-dryer, and lifted her. She leaned against his chest, rubbing her head against his shoulder. He almost dropped her when she licked his shoulder. He turned to the back of the house, opening the door into his bedroom. She whimpered, squirming in his arms, obviously frightened. "Stop," he warned her. "You need healing. I have no interest in your scrawny, salacious body. Be good, or I'll throw you back outside and let you fend for yourself." * * * Amy's heart had leapt in her chest. She knew it. The bedroom. He would use her and there was nothing she could do about it. She found herself twisting unconsciously, squirming in his arms. Please don't do this. Not now. Please. Let me rest first. Let me sleep. Let the pain go away. He snapped at her, commanding her to stop, letting her know that he had no interest in her as a woman. She was only his pet. He'd take care of her only as long as she was a meek, obedient, puppy. She could do that. As long as she needed, until she healed and rescue came. It wasn't that onerous. He had been gentle with her, although she could use another feeding. He placed her on the bed, carefully. "Roll Over," he commanded. Another silly gesture, as if she didn't know what roll over meant. She was happy enough to get off her back. The pain was constant, throbbing, itching. She sighed, embarrassed at her own ability to stay in her role, as the cool ointment was rubbed into her shoulders. Within moments the pain diminished. She felt his big firm hands move over her skin, missing no part of her. He paid more attention to her ass then he probably should, but as the pain down there faded, she realized how burned the soft white flesh on her rear must have been. He worked all the way to her ankles, and then did it all over again. She was half-asleep by the time he finished, relaxed for the first time in days. He caressed her head. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Roll over now." She was embarrassed. Naked on his bed, completely exposed. Amy rolled over, her hands briefly moving to cover her breasts. She saw that dark look again, the scary one, and moved her arms to the sides. His eyes softened. "Don't be afraid, puppy-girl, I won't hurt you. Your breasts do nothing for me." She whined softly, reaching out and brushing his leg with her hand. "Relax. Sleep if you can." He poured the lotion in his hands, starting at her shoulders and doing each of her arms, before moving down her chest. She felt herself blushing, embarrassed, as her nipples hardened. He covered her breasts carefully, his hands soothing. He worked down her body, stealing the pain, leaving comfort in his wake. He opened her legs, and she almost died, knowing he'd be able to see her involuntary reaction. He rubbed her pubis, and her throbbing pussy, gently, with no more attention than he'd given her elbows. Less. He continued down her legs, coating her thighs, inside and out, covering her knees and shins, finishing with her feet. Just as he had on her back, he traversed her body a second time and she relaxed totally. The excitement waned, exhaustion taking its place. She could barely keep her eyes open. "Good girl," he whispered, caressing her body from head to toe. She woke when she felt his hands brushing her hair back, gently rubbing her face. She closed her eyes again, his thumbs rubbing the cooling ointment into her cheeks, across her forehead. She looked up at him, surprised to see a tenderness in his visage. He wiped his hands carefully, then rubbed Vaseline into her lips, thoroughly, paying special attention to the sides of her mouth, where they met. "I'm going to take care of your feet now. I'll apply a light bandage, and change it in the morning. If it hurts too much, let me know." She nodded, mutely. He left her, returning with his first aid kit. "Naughty girl, letting your feet get like this. You'll have to take better care of yourself. I can't spend all my time pampering and bathing you." He was applying some disinfectant ointment that stung. She twitched, her legs trembling in spite of her effort. "It's Ok, girl. Don't fight it. If it hurts, you can let it out." She whimpered a couple of times, even whispering 'Ow' when he took care of the worst of it. He bandaged her gently. "What will I call you, girl? Speak." "Amy," she said softly. A grimace appeared on his face. Amy. He'd known a Amy. One of the bitch's best friends. Another traitor and useless cunt. "No," he snapped. "You're not an Amy. You ... you're a ..." Hunter was stuck. He didn't know what to call her, but it certainly wouldn't be Amy. He looked her over, taking in her sorry appearance, her sunburned skin— "Red. I'll call you Red." She lowered her head, and whimpered softly, fearful of his displeasure. He saw her response. She thought he was angry. He put his hand on her leg, stroking her softly. "Red was a good girl. A very good girl. Master's very proud of her. Are you hungry, or do you want to sleep?" "Hungry, Master. Please." She kept her voice low and soft, which seemed to satisfy him. "Rest. I'll bring you something." He sat beside her, his hand caressing her side, rubbing her belly softly. "Normally, puppies don't sleep on Master's bed. They certainly aren't fed from the table. This is just for tonight. Understood?" "Yes, Master. Thank you." Amy woke when she felt her shoulders lifted. Master held her up, sitting behind her, letting her rest against his chest. Her body was covered with a sheet, cool against her burning skin. He lifted a piece of meat to her lips and she ate it, gratefully. It was juicy, tender, spicy. "Mmm." He laughed softly. "I thought you might like that." He fed her another piece, then a french fry, hot, crispy, salty. It tasted homemade. She sighed leaning back into him, opening her mouth for her next treat. A bite of asparagus, firm, slightly crunchy on the stalk, not boiled to death. Buttery. He fed her the rest of the stalk before she got another piece of the delicious meat. When she'd finished her small meal, he wiped her mouth carefully, looking into her face. She giggled and gave a little bark. He laughed. "What? Still hungry?" She shook her head, wriggling. She barked again. Short, high pitched eager. She looked over at the tray. Where a piece of chocolate cake stood, begging to be eaten. She smiled, opened her mouth, panting eagerly. "Rowf!" She felt the chuckle in his chest. He broke off a piece, and fed it to her, sliding it between her lips. Amy had died and gone to heaven. Deep, dark rich chocolate. Smooth and creamy. She opened her lips eagerly for another piece. Bite by bite, she finished her treat, until nothing remained but a few crumbs. Delicious looking crumbs. She looked over and barked again. "Rowf!" "Greedy girl. You must be feeling a little better." He dragged his finger across the plate, capturing the last few crumbs. He put his finger in her mouth and she sucked it clean of all the chocolaty goodness. He pulled it out of her mouth and offered her another finger, and then his thumb. He brushed her hair with his fingers, rubbing his face against it. "You've had a long hard day, puppy-girl. If you need to get up to use the bathroom, you can go inside, for tonight. I don't want you walking on those feet, understand?" She nodded, rubbing her head against his hands. She felt his fingers scratching at her scalp, down the back of her head. He eased out from under her. "Roll over, Red." It took her a moment to associate her knew name with who she was. Once she did, she rolled over onto her stomach carefully. He lotioned her back, top to bottom, gentle but thorough. "Roll over," he said softly. She rolled onto her back, her energy dissipating, the exhaustion catching up with her again. "Poor tired puppy-girl. Sleep now." She closed her eyes, relaxing as his hands traversed her body. They felt amazingly good, comforting. She opened her legs for him, working to stay calm as he stroked his firm hand over her weeping pussy. She was only a little surprised when he rubbed her there a few times, before moving onward. * * * Hunter cleaned up the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen, putting away the first aid gear. He placed a tall glass of water and some more Tylenol beside it. He locked up, turning off the lights. He was still restless. It had been such an extraordinary day. He hadn't been that productive writing in ages. He was not only caught up, but ahead. He wasn't about to slack off; when the Muse made her presence felt, you chained the bitch down and wrung everything out of her you could. He wanted to do something for his puppy-girl. You reward them when they're good, and she'd been very good. He went to his closet and got some materials out, before retreating to his work area beside the study. When he was happy with his efforts, he took a brief shower, cleaned up, stripped down and climbed in his bed. He couldn't resist reaching out and stroking her soft hair. Such a good girl. Hunter awoke in the night, the girl beside him moaning and restless. He checked his clock. It was after 4:00. The painkillers were most likely wearing off. He felt her forehead, and found it feverish. He climbed out of the bed, and woke her gently. "Red, girl, wake up." She took a few moments to come to her senses. She looked up at him and pulled back, covering herself nervously. He waited patiently, until she relaxed. "Time for your medicine." She sat up, and he held the pills in front of her. She opened her mouth, extending her tongue, and he placed two pills on it. He passed her the water, and she drank half of it passing it back to him. She looked anxious, and she got on her knees, lifting her paws in supplication. "Rowf?" she barked softly. "Speak, puppy-girl." "Pee," she said softly. He pulled the sheet off of her, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet, and turned away, giving her privacy until he heard the flush of the toilet. He picked her up again, holding her close, nuzzling her hair while she licked his chest. He held her in one arm while he straightened the sheets, laying her on top of them. "Roll over." She rolled onto her belly, and whimpered sweetly while he lotioned her back, paying extra attention to her badly burned bottom. "Roll over." She rolled onto her back, opening her arms and legs. He took care of her again, not neglecting her breasts, and making sure she was well coated between her legs. Her nipples stayed calm, and her pussy didn't seem to be excessively wet. "Good girl," he told her. He lifted her, and pulled the sheet back, slipping her between them. Hunter got back into the bed, lying beside her, stroking her hair for a long time before he fell back asleep. * * * He didn't want her. Not like that. She wasn't sure whether she should be relieved or pissed off. He'd touched her all over, spending more time on her tits, and ass, even more between her legs. Touched her like nobody had before. Yet he'd never gotten hard for her. She'd almost freaked out when he woke her, standing naked next to the bed. She knew it had to happen eventually. She was attractive. She'd heard it often enough. For some reason being pretty but not putting out made you an immediate tease. She never led guys on, but that didn't seem to matter. Her looks alone were a tease, apparently. Men wanted her. He hadn't. He'd medicated her, helped her to the bathroom, and rubbed her entire body, quite thoroughly. Maybe he was gay. That would explain a lot. Amy had liked the feeling of him caressing her hair, until his breathing slowed, deepening. She could do this. It wasn't that horrible. Some moments were even nice. The man could cook, that was for sure, and that cake was to die for. She hoped there was more of that. She'd be a good puppy-girl for another slice of that yummy decadence. She could feel the inclination of the mattress, sagging toward him. She scooted over, leaning against his side. He shifted and she was nervous he'd cuff her or snap at her. Instead he reached over sleepily and petted her shoulder and arm, endlessly until she drifted off. * * * Hunter woke, uncomfortable. Bothered by the weight against his side. He'd slept alone for three years, and the company in his bed was disturbing. He couldn't fault her. She was lying quietly, unmoving. She was turned away from him, only her back and rear-end making contact against his side. He reached out for her, feeling the warmth of her skin. She was still too hot, the Tylenol might be helping, but she had a lot to recover from. He turned toward her, stroking her soft hair. Quiet like this, almost innocent, he could appreciate having her there. If only they could stay like that when awake. Hunter leaned closer, smelling her hair. She shifted, moaning softly, and he felt her soft backside press against him. He was hard. He backed away from her quickly, angry with himself for letting the little demon in his bed, and for reacting to her. The girl rolled onto her back, her face pinched, a little groan escaping her lips. Shit. He scurried to the bathroom, relieving himself angrily, punishing his traitorous stiffness, trying to blot the vision of her from his head. Tricky little slut. Playing him. Making him want her like that. Damn whore. Like all the rest. He grunted as he came, leaning over the toilet, venting his balls for the first time in months. It had become less necessary as time went by. He caught his breath, calming himself. Just a few days. Have to keep her out from underfoot. She shouldn't need much more care. Time to allow nature to take its course. He could feed and water her, that was a reasonable thing to do. He walked out to the kitchen. The sun was up, and he felt better than he had expected to. He recalled holding his little puppy-girl, carrying her to the bed, her appreciative little tongue brushing against his chest. Again, Hunter found his thoughts wandering to unfamiliar places, distasteful to him. He was being too easy on her. That was it. He cooked some eggs and a can of spam. He ate two thirds of it, dumping the remaining in her feeding bowl. Time to pay the bills. He entered his bedroom, a little irritated that she slept, useless, while he prepared to work. Like his parasitic whore of a wife. He pulled on his shorts, and walked over to the side of the bed. He pulled the sheet off of her, gazing down. She was lying on her belly, and he caught his breath. Damn it. If anything she looked worse. Some of the blisters on her upper back had opened, suppurating. The red of her ass cheeks looked horrid, and he could see the wrinkles and tiny bubbles of skin poisoning there as well. It looked distinctly odd. Her entire back was burned badly, but the bright red of her bottom was different than the brownish red on the rest of her. Hunter went outside to the back porch, cutting off a few aloe plant leaves he had growing in planters beside his tiny garden. He chose the largest leaves, closest to the ground, mature and potent. He knew well what that kind of burn was like. When he'd first bought the property, he'd invested hundreds of hours repairing, improving and expanding the shack. He had burned horribly about a week in, working shirtless under a cloudy sky, thinking that his tan and the clouds would make it safe. He had taken to growing aloe plants after that. He returned to the bedroom, stopping for a cool wet facecloth on the way. He wiped her down, listening to her soft whimpers, as he cleaned the open wounds. He chose the largest of the leaves, slicing open the stalk, squeezing out the gel onto her shoulders. She shuddered, as he gently rubbed the plant's gift into her skin. He moved down to the round curves of her bottom, slicing the leaves several times to get enough gel to cover her skin, rubbing it in gently. He spread her cheeks, making sure he took care of the sensitive skin that never saw the light of day. She whimpered softly, moaning as he finished with her. He covered her up again, leaving her to heal, and got back to his writing. The blank page was calling. * * * Amy stretched, sighing. The sheet felt rough against her skin, irritating her sensitive flesh. The pain had changed, no longer one all-enveloping agony. Individual areas hurt, her shoulders, her butt, her breasts. Her feet were the worse, every time she brushed against the sheet or mattress, she felt a stabbing pain. She was alone in the room. She climbed off the bed, onto her hands and knees, the thought of putting any weight on her feet terrifying. She found her way to the bathroom, struggling onto the toilet, which she desperately needed. Amy washed her face, before finding his toothbrush, brushing her teeth carefully, then brushing her hair out. She had to be careful, her scalp was in agony, but when she was done, she was content with how she looked. Exploring his cabinet, she found some Vaseline which she applied to her cracked lips. She felt almost human, and giggled to herself. No time to be human. Back to being man's best friend. Puppy Girl: The Stray She crawled out to the living room, seeing her temporary master once again working at his computer. She could smell the cooked food, and found her bowl, cold scrambled eggs and some meat product. No gentle feeding of a 5-star dinner this time. She smiled, recalling lying in his arms, being fed the steak and incredible chocolate cake. She ate her breakfast, surprised at how hungry she still was. She drank from her bowl, wiping her face on her arm. She crawled around the room, examining her surroundings for a long while. The man ignored her. Apparently she didn't have to stay huddled in the corner all day. Since she didn't have to, it wasn't that bad, crawling to the corner, rolling up in the loose blankets, lying on her side, watching him type. She relaxed, stretching, feeling her injuries. She wondered what was for lunch. She daydreamed, remembering his gentle touch. Such a change from his behavior the first day. Feeding her, removing the splinters, washing her wounds, lotioning her body. His big strong hands holding her, moving her, soothing her. Rafe had been nice to her. Gave her compliments. He even claimed to love her. Then he tried to rape her, threw her into the ocean and abandoned her to die. This man had said he hated her, condemned her. But those were the words. Instead he took care of her, fed her, bathed her, tended her wounds, her burns. He was gentle with her, even when touching her in those places. Amy caressed her breasts, feeling her sore hard nipples, pulling on them gently. One hand strayed between her legs, rubbing herself softly, remembering how he'd felt. Gentle, undemanding, caring. She looked up at the clock. It was after noon, and he'd been working non-stop. She was trembling, her pain returning. She needed more of the painkillers. Hot food would be nice. Chocolate cake would be perfect. So focused. How can he do that? She was hesitant to interrupt him, but the fever and trembling were getting worse. She crawled over to him, brushing her head against his thigh, whining softly. He reached down and stroked her hair, rereading his work. She whined more needily, rubbing against him. She was shocked to see him smile at her, scratching the back of her head. "Potty?" he asked. "Go out?" She shook her head, resting her forehead against his hand, trembling. He reached out and pressed his palm against her forehead. He pushed back from the desk. "Let's take care of you, puppy-girl." He picked her up, his powerful arms holding her gently. She felt secure, safe. Strange. Naked in the arms of a man who seemed to hate all women, she was comforted. He took her back to the bed, sitting her down on his side of the bed. She chuckled. His side. Like she had her own side. She nuzzled his chest, her tongue reaching out, delivering a long slow lick of appreciation, as he released her. "Stay," he said softly. He left her, and she waited patiently for his return. He came back with juice and pills. She opened her mouth eagerly, accepting the medicine, and drank half the juice. She set the glass down, and leaned back. He brushed her hair back, stroking her. "Good girl. Wait here." He left her again, alone, in his bed. She curled up, anxious for his return. When he didn't come back after several minutes, she crawled off the bed, looking for him. She crawled up beside him, rubbing against his leg. He glanced down, a look of irritation painting his face. He picked her up again, giving her a shake. "Bad Girl. Bad Red!" He put her back on the bed. "Stay. Stay!" He extended his arm straight outward, palm forward, fingers pointing upward. "Stay!" She whined, lowering her head. He was mad. She should have waited. He returned a couple of minutes later, grilled ham and cheese sandwich and tomato soup on a tray. He put it on the table next to her, and climbed on the bed. She cowered, hoping he wasn't still mad. The man brought her to his chest, holding her. "Good girl, waiting for Master." He grabbed half a sandwich and held it to her cracked lips. She nibbled on it, eating it slowly. After half the sandwich, he lifted the soup and spooned it to her lips. She sipped. It was delicious, warm, smooth, lightly spiced. She hummed happily, letting him feed her. When he'd finished with the soup he fed her the rest of the sandwich, wiping her lips gently. She'd spilled a little on her chest, and he was careful and tender as he cleaned her up. Almost perfect. All it needed was a little of that cake. He got up, easing her back onto the bed. "Feet first, then we'll check out the rest of you. She almost giggled. No problem checking her out. Naked as the day she was born. * * * Hunter removed the bandages from her feet. They still looked bad but were healing nicely. He applied some more Neosporin, covering the soles again. He examined her knees, which were red, but mostly uninjured. The hard floor must have been difficult for her. He remembered his late night effort. In a bit. Let's get the poor thing taken care of first. He put his hand against her head. It felt like she still had a bit of a fever but not as bad. He'd take her temperature later. "Stay," he commanded, giving that palm outward gesture. Then he left her to get a few supplies, and some new aloe cuttings. He returned and she was obediently lying there, waiting. He knew she must still be uncomfortable, still in pain, but she waited quietly. He sat beside her, petting her head, then rubbing her belly. "Red's such a good girl. Waiting for Master. Good, good girl." She smiled, wiggling her bottom. The tray had a large Pyrex bowl of water on it, and he brought out a chamois and wet it. She was trembling, looking at it. He realized she was looking at the ice cubes in the bowl. "Red," he said softly. She whimpered, staring at the bowl. "Red, Watch me," he said, raising his hand to his forehead. She still cowered, trembling. It was only cold water; you'd think she'd be begging for it. He sighed. She still needed so much training. All puppies did. He didn't mind. There was something wonderful about your puppy learning a command, and obeying it. He was a firm believer in reward training for his dogs. He moved the tray out of her sight, and covered her up. "Stay, puppy-girl. Stay." It wasn't hard to guess what kind of treat would work for her. The way she'd acted up for the cake the night before. Cake was a treat for him as well. He tried to make it last, keeping it covered, on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, where it was harder for him to get to and see. He pulled the cake tray out and opened it. One decent sized piece left. Hunter cut it in half and put away the rest. He divided it into little bites. Only eight, but that should do. He smiled to himself. She'd watch him now. * * * Amy was nervous, she hadn't meant to defy him but the idea of ice water on her skin was terrifying. She'd had the chills so bad, and now she was barely starting to warm up. Besides, who knows what he was going to do with that ice. She'd heard of some pretty weird stuff. He walked back into the room, and put a small plate on the table next to her. She couldn't see what was on it, some books in the way, but she was pretty sure she could smell it. She sniffed harder, leaning toward the plate, her mouth starting to water. Chocolate. No doubt about it. She smiled up at him. "Rowf!" she yipped. He laughed, pulling out a small bit of that chocolate cake. "Puppy treat. For a good puppy-girl." Her eyes were glued to the treat. As required. He lifted the treat to his forehead. "Watch!" he said. Amy sat up, eager for her treat. Little piece of chocolate heaven. He held the morsel between his fingers and brought it to her lips. She opened her mouth extending her tongue, and he placed the snack on it. She closed her mouth, then her eyes, letting the decadent morsel melt in her mouth. "Watch!" she heard. She looked up and followed his hand back up to his forehead. "Watch!" he repeated firmly, staring at her. She looked into his eyes, and he smiled, feeding her the treat she'd earned. She watched his hand go back to the plate, chocolaty morsel in his fingers. "Watch!" She looked up to his eyes, his other hand touching his forehead. He lowered the hand and then raised it sharply, his extended fingers just over his eyebrow. "Watch!" It would be hard not to, those piercing dark eyes, so intense. He blinked, looking down at her body for a second, and the spell was broken; she looked for the hand with the chocolate. Her chocolate. "Watch, Red!" he said, and she looked back into those dark, brooding eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. She could feel her body shiver, involuntarily. "Good puppy-girl," he cooed, pressing the chocolate to her lips, letting her lick them clean. He stroked her hair, and eased her onto her back, praising her. "Such a smart puppy-girl. Good puppy-girl. Good Red," he whispered to her, his hand caressing her side, rubbing her belly softly. He gave her another chocolate. She smiled, pressing against his side. He looked so happy. She hadn't even been sure he knew how to be happy. The hand rubbing her belly, settled over her little patch of hair, scratching it. She pressed against his hand, and he laughed, rubbing her playfully. "Puppy-girl, has so little fur. We'll have to keep this tiny bit." He brought his hand to his head. "Watch!" She looked up. "Watch ..." he repeated softly, locking her eyes. He held out the wet chamois. "This will be cool, Red. I'll be careful. I just want to bring your temperature down, Ok?" She nodded, whimpering. She knew the truth. Cool, meant ice-cold. He pushed her back down, and pressed the cloth to her arm. She braced herself and sighed, when she felt the cool relief. She whimpered. He leaned over her face, looking down at her. "Is it Ok? I don't want you to hurt any more, poor puppy-girl." She nodded, sad to feel the cloth removed. He wet it again, wrung it out, and pressed it on her upper chest. Cool, soothing, why had she not trusted him? Ever since he had let her in, he'd taken care of her. Amy sighed, relaxed, and let him take care of her again. * * * Hunter moved the chamois, wetting it and placing it across her chest. She was calmer now, settled down. Half asleep. He started with a second chamois, alternating the two, cooling her off, soothing her. He inspected her body, checking the healing, the small injuries. He knew that her front had taken more damage from the crawling she'd apparently done, while her back was burned much worse. Cute little puppy-girl, so quiet now. Rather than wake her and tell her to roll-over, he lifted her and did it himself. She woke a little, looking up at him and smiling with those big blue trusting puppy eyes. He set her on her belly, starting the cooling again. He was concerned, he could feel the heat radiating off her back, and the blistering had not reduced much. He didn't like draining any of the blisters if he didn't have to, but there were a few bad ones on her shoulders that looked like they needed care. She was sleeping soundly once he'd covered her small body twice with the chamois. She felt cooler, maybe a combination of the chamois, the drugs, and the rest. He retrieved his first aid kit, used the alcohol to sterilize his needle and some cotton balls, and set to work on the worst of her blisters. He lanced it carefully at the base, and drained it thoroughly, leaving the skin intact to speed the healing. She whimpered a little, waking up part way through the first one, but he was able to calm her down. She gave a little groan when he was working on the second one. It was ugly, a good inch or more across, and bubbling badly. She twitched under his hands and he tried to sooth her. "Good girl," he murmured softly, "my good little puppy-girl, so brave." She sighed, and relaxed. When he was done with her shoulders, he sat up and looked down at her. She was awake, watching him. He looked over at the three remaining treats on the plate. He took one in his hand and her eyes tracked it, smiling. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, bringing his face close to hers. "I'm so proud of my puppy-girl. You are so brave, so good." He kissed her cheek and she blushed. He lifted the treat to her lips and she opened her mouth. He fed her the tiny chocolaty square. "We're almost done. Are you still Ok, Red? Speak." She nodded. "Thank you," she breathed softly, lowering her eyes. "Master." He brushed her hair back, petting her. She rubbed her head against his hand, when he stopped for a moment, and he sat up, and continued petting her until she was calm again. He turned to her bottom, addressing the worst blister there, the size of a nickel. He drained a second smaller one after that, and inspected her again. None of the others seemed bad enough for concern. He'd let them heal naturally. He got out his soothing lotion, and worked her body gently, head to toe, pleased that she was so relaxed. Need to get more lotion. I'll use up a year's worth this week. Hunter looked down at her soft body, which had taken so much damage. A good puppy's worth it. He took the thermometer from his bag, shook it down, and put some Vaseline on the tip. He moved down to her waist and spread her cheeks. She whimpered softly when he eased the glass device into her bottom. "Easy, girl. I'm just taking your temperature," he told her, stroking the back of her thigh. He caressed her softly, waiting the requisite three minutes. A little over 100, not too bad. He saw a little Vaseline on the edge of her puckered opening, and he rubbed it in gently. "That wasn't too bad, was it? Your fever is almost completely gone." She rolled over sleepily, spreading her arms and legs. Hunter felt his anger returning. Playing innocent, then acting like a slut, he thought. He saw her looking to the side. Probably thinks she can earn another treat, by teasing me. Bitch. Like all the rest. She reached out and nudged the lotion, whimpering softly. His anger popped like a balloon. She still hurts. He felt guilty, something he hadn't allowed himself to do in years. He cleaned and put away the thermometer, and started the lotion. Arms and shoulders, neck, chest. The top of her breasts and upper chest was the worst on her front. That and her face. He coated her chest, rubbing her tits. Her breasts, he corrected himself. They were full and soft, still red on the tips from the abuse they'd taken. His big hands enveloped them, ensuring they were thoroughly covered. Not her fault they're like this, he thought, tenderly coating her nipples when they hardened. Sad, lost, little puppy-girl. * * * Amy was slipping in and out of consciousness. The pain was almost gone, she felt comfortable, not aching, for the first time in days. His hands on her chest felt soothing, not dirty. Not demanding. She took a deep breath, her chest swelling, and he squeezed her breasts, his slippery hands sliding around her skin. His hands moved down her body, strong and controlling, coating her sides, her belly. He continued south, covering her hips, and the insides of her thighs. He rubbed her bush, running his fingers through it, his fingertips scratching at her. It was nice, playful, caring. She wiggled her hips and heard his chuckle. "Puppy likes her belly rubbed," he teased. It was a little low for her belly, but she couldn't deny she liked it. His fingertips moved side to side, up and down, wherever there was hair. She felt his nails scratching her gently, and she tried to still herself when he moved lower, rubbing her little love button. He didn't seem to do it on purpose, and he didn't concentrate on it, but that brief touch woke her. He pushed her far knee outward, opening her up, and she whimpered again, when his slippery lotioned hand moved between her legs. "It's Ok, Red," he said softly. "I know you're not bad." She relaxed, her leg settling down onto the bed, as his hand rubbed her. She closed her eyes, sighing, while he thoroughly lotioned her there, his fingers gentle, opening her just a bit, the slippery smoothness coating her. She whined softly when his fingers left and continued down her legs. She heard his soft chuckle. When he'd finished with her toes, he started over again. She squirmed under his hands more than she wanted to, enjoying his touch, not wanting him to stop. He spent less time between her legs, only brushing across it a couple of times. Afterward he covered her with the sheet. "Sleep, puppy-girl. Sleep, and heal. I want you all better." His hand was running through her hair, and she opened her eyes a little. She turned her head, her mouth pressed against his wrist, and she licked him softly, kissing his warm skin. "Who's my favorite girl?" he said, running this thumb across her lips. "Woof," she barked softly. He laughed, leaning over and kissing her forehead. "That's right. Red is. Red's my favorite puppy in the whole world." She closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling him straighten the covers, and planting another kiss on her forehead. She woke, the room streaked with shafts of light from the setting sun. She crawled out of bed and went to look for him. Would he be writing? Cooking? Maybe something new? He was sitting on the couch reading. She crawled over and rested her chin on his knee, looking up at him. He reached down and petted her. "How's my puppy-girl?" he asked, his wicked fingers going to the nape of her hair, scratching her there, teasing. She turned and licked his leg. She could taste him, a salty, manly taste. She licked longer, slower. "Watch," he said. She looked up, into his eyes. "Does puppy-girl need to be let out?" he asked. She realized her bladder was full. She nodded. He patted the cushion, next to him, then snapped his fingers. "Up!" She climbed up on the couch, and sat, waiting for his next command. "Stay," he said softly, extending his hand. He walked away and returned only a few moments later. He piled some things at her feet, then lifted her and set her on her back. He was gentle. She looked up and waited patiently. He took her leg and bent it, her foot flat on the cushion. He put a pad on her knee, and pulled a Velcro snap across the back. It was soft against her skin, conforming to it. He pushed her leg down and she was vaguely aware her legs were spread wide open for him. Maybe he'd touch her. Pet her. He covered her other knee with a similar pad. "There," he said. "No more bruised knees for my puppy-girl. Try them out." She rolled off the couch onto her hands and knees. So much better. She crawled over to the hard surface of the kitchen tile, crawling around the island. No pain at all. She sat up smiling. "Rowf!" "You're welcome," he chuckled. "Come!" he snapped, and she crawled over quickly, stopping at his feet. She looked up at him from between his legs. He patted his thighs. "Up, girl." She hesitated a moment. He was only wearing shorts. Loose knit shorts. Was it now? Was he going to use her? She trembled. "Up, Red," he repeated, snapping his fingers, and patting his thighs. She hung her head and climbed onto his lap. He directed her knees outward, making her straddle him. Was it going to be like this? She felt his hand on her chin, tilting her head up. "Good girl," he whispered. His hands moved around her neck, and she felt a weight, contact, something choking her, briefly. He finished, running his fingers around her neck. "Too tight?" he asked. She twisted and turned her head. She was collared. Not too tightly, but not loose at all. She tested it again, then looked into his eyes shaking her head. "Good. I don't want my puppy getting lost." He pulled her against his chest, caressing her, while she calmed again. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and licked his neck softly. Puppy Girl: The Stray He stood, holding her, then put her down on the couch. He took her foot in his hand, examining it for a moment, and eased a slipper over it. The same for the other. "Walk for me, Red. Let me know if it hurts too much." She stood up carefully, her feet sensitive. She took a few tentative steps and found her feet, while still painful, weren't in agony. A few more paces, and she was walking carefully, without much pain. "Speak, girl. Tell me." She walked over to him. "It's good," she murmured. "Very little pain. Thank you." She hesitated a moment, lowering her eyes. "Master." He nodded. "Down, girl." She dropped to her hands and knees, moving closer and rubbing against his thigh. "Let's take you for a walk. In the house, you stay like this. Out in the sand you can walk, understood?" "Woof!" she barked, shaking, excited to get out of the house and walk around. He snapped a long rope leash to her collar, and walked to the door. She followed, at his heel. He moved slowly, letting her keep up. She watched him grab his rifle from the wall in the entry, slinging it over his shoulder, and she crawled after him, out the door. The sun was almost down, but the air felt warm and pleasant against her skin. She followed him down the wooden stairs, stepping over the foot bath. At the end of the wooden walk she stood, stretching, twisting her body carefully, feeling how her sun damaged skin responded. Her master waited for her patiently. * * * Hunter watched her stretching, her lithesome body teasing him. He tried to shake it off. It was no different than when she was on her hands and knees, or stretched out on the bed. Still, for some reason it didn't feel right. She turned to him and scurried over. She barked softly, moving around him, shuffling. She leaned against him, her cute little tongue licking his chest, his arms. Brief little lashes. She rubbed up against him, then walked away, tugging at her leash. He smiled, happy she was feeling better. Good to get out of the house. He'd been lax about his patrols. He wouldn't do the whole island now, she wasn't up to it, but he figured they could walk the couple of hundred yards of beach. He followed her, giving a gentle tug to slow her down. She scurried over to the tree-line, then squatted. She looked up at him anxiously as she loosed her bladder, a thin little stream becoming stronger, pooling at her feet. He stood near her, the leash loose, and waited. She stood and grinning at him, kicked some sand over her mess. They walked the waterline together, no tension on her leash. She'd stop occasionally to pick up a shell and look at it, before tossing it into the water. She turned and twisted, spinning around, looking so cute, so playful. Tangling up her leash. "Stay," he told her, standing over her, and unwrapping the rope from her neck and body. He made her raise her leg, so he could free it from her entanglement. No footsteps in the sand. No sign of intruders on his island. At the end of the beach he saw she was limping. She slowed down, and dropped to her knees, crawling slowly. Damn. Too much. I shouldn't have let her over do it. "Do your feet hurt?" he asked. She whimpered, nodding. "It'll be better soon," he said picking her up, cradling her in his arms. He had to be careful of her back; he didn't want to hurt her anymore. She cuddled into him, shivering. He lifted her and pressed her forehead against his cheek. She was hot again. He felt her lips press against his neck, her tiny tongue bathing him. Hunter stopped at the foot wash, rinsing both of their feet, as well as her hands and knees. She was trembling, and he knew her fever had returned. Carrying her into the bungalow, he set her gently on the couch. "Stay, girl," he growled softly, hand extended in command. She curled up, watching him anxiously. He grabbed a few Tylenol and a glass of water, returning to his charge. She opened her mouth obediently, and he set the pills on her tongue, then placed the glass at her lips, brushing her hair back from her face as she swallowed. "Good girl," he praised her softly, his hand running along her shoulder. Her eyes gazed up at him in trust. "Stay," he whispered. He started the tub, filling it with warm water, not too hot. Not today. His puppy needed another bath, and some more lotion treatment. She leaned her head against his chest as he lifted her easily, walking to the bathroom. "Puppy needs a bath, a little care and some rest. Let Master take care of you." She leaned back in the tub, the water only a few inches deep. Hunter checked the temperature, adjusting it minutely, before taking her feet in his hands, examining them. No further damage, fortunately. She wasn't back to health yet, not even close. He'd have to monitor her actions more carefully. Getting out in the fresh air, a chance to play around was good for the body and soul, but still too early for his puppy-girl. He grabbed a face cloth soaped it up lightly, and started washing her. Up her strong slender legs, firm beneath his touch. Along her thighs, gently between her legs. He lathered her belly, and saw her twitch. He looked up and saw she was smiling. Ticklish. An image burst in his mind of her lying at his feet, his hand scratching her soft belly, her leg kicking instinctively. He carefully continued, up her chest, under and around her breasts. Lifting her arm to get her pits, bathing each individually. She was good, patient, allowing him to move her without fighting. Leaning her back under the faucet, washing her hair out thoroughly, twice, before adding conditioner. Her eyes were closed much of the time, relaxed, peaceful. "Such a good girl, Red," he cooed, his fingers scraping her scalp. "Daddy's good girl. Best puppy in the world, she is." His voice changed register, praising her. A small smile appeared on her lips, and she moved her head, seeking his touch, placing her tender, sensitive areas under his strong fingers. "Other side now," he said softly, turning off the water, and letting it start to drain. He had to be careful. The burned flesh was still red, small blisters abundant, the larger, drained ones in danger of tearing. Gently, carefully, he bathed her, his hand ghosting across her skin, his touch feather light. "You'll be better soon, puppy-girl. Much better. Then we can go out and play." Satisfied with the job done, he lifted her out of the water, and sat her on the edge of the sink. He toweled her off carefully, drying her hair. "Feeling better?" he asked. She smiled, and yelped once. He lifted her, feeling her head snuggle into the hollow of his neck. He kissed the top of her head gently. "Let's get you taken care of, puppy-girl." Laying her on the bed, she moved to the side, so he could place a towel underneath her during the lotioning. Once it was in place, she rolled onto it carefully, lying on her belly. Hunter removed his shirt and shorts. He was soaked from bathing her. She watched him, but he didn't see the nervousness, the fear he'd spotted when the stray first followed him home. Her eyes, large and trusting, watched him remove his underwear, his manhood swollen, not fully erect, but hardly retreating. He slid on some knit shorts, and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Once more his hands traced every inch of her young body, perhaps spending a few more seconds than necessary between her thighs, and taking care of her firm cheeks. It was clear she understood the need, didn't flinch or pull away. Didn't try to cover up. When he'd completed his first pass, he commanded her. "Over. Over, Red." She turned carefully, positioning her legs, feet spread shoulder-wide, arms straight and relaxed, palms up, maybe a foot from her hips. "Pretty puppy," he whispered, unaware of the words as they escaped his lips. Amy smiled at him, giving a little anticipatory wiggle. He was a little firmer with the front, no blisters, less of a burn, careful around the scrapes from her crawling, but otherwise, his hands were steady and controlling. He worked from head to toe, checking on her feet once again before moving upward again. He turned her legs outward one at a time, covering the inside of her thighs. When he reached the 'V' between her legs, he rubbed her firmly, lingering. "I know you're a good girl," he said to her softly. "Such a good girl." His finger slid down her parted lips, and he felt the slight moistness. Looking into her face, he saw a hint of nervousness. "Trust your Master, puppy-girl," he said. "I would never hurt you." The tenseness in her legs dissipated, knees bowing outward, opening. He added some more lotion, rubbing her swollen puffy flesh, his finger sliding slightly inside of her, penetrating for only a moment. His hand continued upward, rubbing her little fur patch. "My Red has the softest fur," he teased, his fingernails penetrating through the curly blonde hair, scratching her skin. Back up her belly, he paused over her breasts, examining the small scratches and pierced flesh where the splinters had been. "Getting better," he murmured. His hand cupped the tender flesh, kneading, rubbing, tugging on her nipples, getting them to rise. He chuckled. "Naughty puppy." Abruptly he realized what he was doing, and pulled his hands away quickly, listening to her soft, nervous whine. "You did nothing wrong, Red. You're a good girl. Such a good girl." He finished with her shoulders, and then a careful few moments with his fingers on her face, tracing her soft features. When he was done, he lifted her in his arms, her smell strong, the mixture of soap, lotion, and Red. Pulling the sheet back he set her down, covering her. "Rest now, puppy-girl. Rest, and when you wake, Master will give you a treat." He brushed his lips against her forehead. She closed her eyes, content. * * * Amy rested, her mind still active. Cataloging her injuries, and wondering at her own behavior. She could see what was happening to her, and was helpless to stop it, not even knowing if she wanted to. It was her puppy-mind, she told herself. When her puppy-mind took over, she was happy. Free from complex thought, acting and responding to his actions, eager for his touch, anxious for his praise. There was nothing wrong with rubbing against him, her tongue seeking his flesh, his touch familiar and needed. His strong hands caressing her skin, free to do whatever he wanted. Controlling, protecting, appreciative. Caring. Alone, particularly in the bed, her thoughts would revert to normal. How long before she'd be free? Were they searching for her even now? What had happened after she fell overboard? Surely Rafe told somebody. They must have looked for her, although it would have been a daunting task with the strong currents, in the dark of night. Still, would they find this island? Were search teams out now? Did her parents know of her disappearance? She started to get nervous, feeling the stretch of her healing skin, the pain of her feet, the constant discomfort where the sheets pressed against her skin. A treat. He'd promised her a treat. Chocolate? Something yummy? She'd been a good girl. Good puppy. She'd earned it. She relaxed, imagining the chocolaty goodness between her lips, Master's hand rubbing her mouth, directing any loose crumbs back between her lips. Holding her, keeping her fed. Spoiling her. She was a good girl. She deserved a treat. * * * Amy woke, disoriented, the bed she was on tilting. She scrambled for a moment until his hand settled on her upper arm, gently. "Shhh, Red, it's Ok," the deep voice reassured her. She looked up into his concerned face, and his hand rested on her forehead. "Your fever's back," he said. "Cold," she mumbled, her body shivering. Hunter pulled the covers up over her, then pressed a couple of pills against her lips. "Open up, girl. It'll help." She parted her dry cracked lips, and he slipped the medicine into her mouth. His powerful arm slid under her shoulders and lifted her easily, his other hand holding a glass of water to her lips. "Drink." She swallowed, her mind still fuzzy. She knew the man. He was a little scary but she felt safe with him. When he lowered her back onto the mattress, she curled up, trying to stop the shivering. When the man climbed into the bed with her, she felt no fear, only comfort as his body curled around hers, his warmth and strength reassuring. "Shhh, Red," he whispered, his hand brushing her hair back, his lips breathing into her ear. "It's Ok, you're going to be fine." She clutched his arm to her chest, leaning back against him, secure for the moment. She remembered dreaming, a nightmare. She had been drowning, and a boat-full of people had drifted nearby, laughing at her. She'd swim toward the ladder, but every time she got close, hands would push her under the water, and when she resurfaced, the boat was out of reach. She'd swim toward it again, kicking free of unseen submerged hands reaching for her, touching her, grabbing her legs, her breasts. It was hopeless. "Drowning ..." she murmured, the fear that had left her breathing ragged no longer the only thing in the world. "Never, puppy-girl. Not as long as you're mine," he told her, holding her firmly. Amy sighed, kicking and maneuvering her legs, until they were entwined with his. She leaned her head back, and his arm slipped underneath it, warm, smelling of him. She turned her face, kissing his bicep, feeling the muscle twitch. Her tongue reached out to lick it, tasting him. He adjusted his position and she whimpered softly when the pain of the skin on her shoulders and bottom was exasperated by the movement. "Sorry," he told her. "Relax, Red. I'm here. I've got you. You're safe, puppy-girl." Puppy-girl. She smiled, giving a contented "Woof." Master was here. She was safe now. He'd take care of her. She was a good puppy. She heard his chuckle. "Best puppy in the world," he whispered. "Master's good little puppy-girl. Master loves his puppy." She whined softly, tugging his arm closer, clinging to it. Her breathing settled, and her shivering stopped. Safe. She was safe. * * * Hunter had been concerned, seeing her struggling in the sheets, all twisted, crying, whining. He'd put down the medicine and hot-chocolate he'd made for her, and sat on the edge of the bed, freeing her from the entanglement of the sheets. She'd fought him pulling away, then reaching out, her fingers hooked into claws. He was able to calm her down, and get the Tylenol in her. The hot-chocolate treat would have to wait. It was late and she needed the rest. More time for healing. Hunter climbed into the bed with her, huddling around her curled up body, the trembling causing concern. He pulled her in close, her mumbling barely audible. "It's Ok, I'm here," he tried to reassure her. "You're safe now, puppy-girl." Her barely audible response was a contented "Woof." It made him smile. He tried to adjust, but she was clinging to the arm held against her chest, her legs and feet tangling with his, squeezing them. She was a good girl. Good puppy. The best. He told her so. She settled down, and he pulled her even closer. Her soft skin pressed against his. The arms clinging to his forearm relaxed and he moved his hand, settling over her breast, holding it gently. So soft. Her head was pressed into the hollow of his neck, and he kissed her soft hair. His poor little girl. She had suffered. He wondered what had happened to her. Hunter remembered her initial comments, falling off a boat, swimming all night and day. How exhausted she'd been. He thought she'd been on drugs. He felt pangs of guilt for how he'd treated her. She hadn't done anything to him. She wasn't like the others. No viciousness, no cruelty. An innocent. "I'm sorry," he breathed into her ear. "I'll take care of you, puppy-girl. Nobody will hurt you now." He closed his eyes, his hand clutching her breast, his entire body curled around hers protectively. * * * Hunter woke to find Amy had turned toward him. He was on his back, and she was clutching him, holding on desperately. He felt her head, checking on her fever. Warm but no longer burning up. She'd partially kicked off the covers, and as he reached down to pull them back up, she whimpered, clinging. He soothed her, his words calming, his hands petting her gently. It was near dawn, a hint of light entering the room, allowing him to see her. See his good little puppy-girl. His hand stroked her skin lightly, feeling the dryness. She'd need more lotion. While his mind wandered, his hand continued to caress her, his face buried in her hair, filled with her scent. She shifted minutely, her hip moving, pressing against his erection. He felt a momentary burst of anger, which dissipated almost as quickly. It wasn't her fault. She was a good puppy, sleeping. Trusting. He tried to ignore his need, his hand running across her bottom, feeling the swell of her cheeks. Such a pretty puppy-girl. She turned, moaning in her sleep. He remembered the nightmare from earlier. "Easy, Red. I'm here. Master's here. You're safe. Master will take care of you." She sighed and cuddled in closer, relaxing. He twisted his hips, freeing his cock. That betraying part of his anatomy. He grasped it squeezing it sharply, willing it to go soft, to no avail. Instead, he started stroking it softly, while he held his innocent puppy-girl. He kissed the top of her head, breathing her scent, and allowed his other hand to touch her body, gently caressing her back, her perfect bottom. Perfect except for the abomination of her burn, but that would heal. He'd make sure of that. He would lotion her bottom, take care of her, tend her until the skin was whole again, smooth and perfect. The need overcame him suddenly, and he tried to stifle his moan as his cock erupted. The shame hit him hard, and he wriggled out from under his whimpering little puppy-girl. He made straight for the bathroom, cleaning up the evidence. While there, he thought about his perfect little puppy-girl. Such a good girl. He smiled as he thought about what he needed to make her an even better little puppy. * * * For the next couple of days, life went on. Hunter took care of his puppy's needs, feeding her, mostly from her bowl, occasionally from his hand when she was feeling bad. He lotioned her and bathed her, watchful of her blisters and peeling skin. She learned. She was curious, often sniffing around the house while he worked, but careful not to be too distracting. She spent much of her time curled up in the corner, sleeping as much as she could, letting nature work its miracle on her, letting her heal. Habits took form. Letting her out in the morning while he cooked breakfast. Letting her in and feeding her, giving her medicine. Allowing her the run of the house during the day, again letting her out before lunch, before calling her back for her meal. Red was a good girl. She removed her knee covers on her own, when leaving the house and before going to bed, putting them on herself, upon entering the house and when she got up in the morning. She'd even learned to come in from the rain, which it seemed to do almost every other day, scratching at the door before he let his bedraggled little puppy-girl in, and dried her off. Hunter had argued with himself, as she got better. Puppies shouldn't sleep on the bed, or climb on the furniture, but she was a good girl, and it was his own fault that he'd started her on the habit. The fifth night he'd left her on the floor, and she'd been obedient, whimpering softly from the corner, curled up in a miserable ball. When the nightmare started, and he'd seen her struggling, moaning, he'd immediately climbed out of bed to take care of her. She'd been afraid when she first woke up, but once she'd seen his face, she calmed, clinging to him. He'd taken her back to his bed, petting her, soothing her until she'd relaxed. He'd fallen asleep holding his wonderful puppy-girl, and surrendered to the idea that she'd be best off sleeping nearby. Puppy Girl: The Stray His writing had been more productive than ever. The words spilled onto the page as fast as he could write them, complete, with no hesitation. He felt good about his work, and those feelings carried over into his evenings. Red followed him around once he'd finished his writing. She'd stay close by while he cooked their dinner, and all too often as he fed her from his plate. She'd bounce around playfully, rubbing against him, eager for his touch. While he worked on the upkeep of his home, she remained in arm's reach, quiet, obedient. The first disobedience came on the seventh day. * * * Twice already, he'd yelled at her, sending her back, carrying her back the last time. "Stay!" he roared. He tied her leash to the sign on the beach warning off trespassers. She whimpered piteously as he walked into the surf for a perimeter inspection of the island. He hadn't made it a hundred yards before he heard her splashing in the water behind him, eager to catch up, unminding of the danger of the subsurface rocks and shells. He had his surf shoes on, while she, once again, abandoned her beach slippers and followed him barefoot. He tried to ignore her, marching on quickly, examining the surrounding area, looking for evidence of trespassers. It was rare that any came ashore anywhere but on his little beach, but he was determined to remain vigilant. Before long she was at his side again, one step behind, following quietly. Heeling. He turned and grabbed her by the shoulders, surprising her, and squeezing a yelp out of her. "I told you to stay!" he growled. She lowered her head, whining softly. "It's dangerous, Red," he said softly. "Your feet aren't fully healed. I don't want you getting hurt again. I have to do this. It won't take more than an hour or so. Go back." He turned her around, facing back the way they'd come. "Go, or no dinner for you!" He swatted her red butt, and turned away, wondering why he was trying to argue with a puppy. It wasn't a minute later that he was shaking his head. She was trying to be quieter, but he could hear her, maybe a dozen yards back, following. He stopped, and moments later he heard her stop. He took a few steps and heard hers in reply. He turned around and almost laughed out loud seeing her huddled low in the water, less than knee deep, trying to hide. "Come here, girl." She stood slowly, her body still hunched over, moving nervously in his direction. He could see she was limping. Just what he'd hoped to avoid. When she was at his side, whining miserably, trying to rub her head against his side, he turned and started walking, his puppy sticking to him like glue. Around the next corner was a rocky land access. The only other place he'd ever seen evidence of unwanted visitors. He examined the area carefully, convinced there'd been no other incidence of trespass. When he was satisfied, he turned toward his puppy-girl. He pointed to a nearby rock. "Sit!" She walked over and sat gingerly on the rock. Hunter kneeled before her, taking her foot in his hand. There were some scratches, but nothing terrible. He looked at the other one and saw the blood seeping from a cut. He cursed to himself as he took the bandanna off his head and soaked it with the water from his drinking bottle. He saw the way his puppy-girl was watching the water bottle. He passed it to her. "Drink." She sucked on it eagerly, while he wrapped up her foot. "What am I gonna do with you, Red?" he murmured, shaking his head in frustration, taking the bottle from her and drinking deeply. From the first she'd always been a good girl, why this behavior, why now? She grinned, and climbed off the rock, dropping to her hand and knees, rubbing against his leg playfully. If he'd asked her, she could have told him. She was afraid. As soon as he was out of her sight, she was terrified. There was no excuse for it, but it left her trembling whining, until she couldn't take it any longer. She didn't care if she would be punished, or how much it hurt her feet. She had to be able to see him, to know he was there. But he rarely told her to 'speak' anymore. He hadn't for two days. She was his puppy-girl. He almost never thought of her as anything else. She was nothing like the previous women in his life, who'd destroyed him. Hunter knew the worst part of the island circumnavigation was ahead. He could call it off, cutting through the scrub, back to the cabin. From their current location it wasn't more than a couple of hundred yards. He had chains in his shop. He could chain her up. Lock her so she couldn't follow. He found himself absently stroking her hair as she leaned against his side. He smiled and scratched at the nape of her neck, where she liked it. Her little tongue came out and licked his leg. "Up, girl. Stand on the rock." She did as told, obedient as always. Or almost always. He squatted in front of her, using his rifle as a staff. "Climb on my shoulders." She did, moving quickly and easily. He stood up, and found her weight wasn't going to be a problem. "You're a pain in my ass, Red," he growled. She barked joyously, as he stepped back into the shallow water, continuing their inspection. Back at the cabin, he bathed his puppy-girl, dried her off, and took her to the bedroom. He carefully bandaged her foot, and inspected all her injuries before lotioning her body. She moved easily and quickly as he commanded. His hands covered her entire body, lingering over her breasts and between her legs. She didn't react; she never did, except to calmly watch him, relaxed and trusting. "I'm cross with you, Red. You disobeyed me." Amy whimpered softly, gazing up at him, as his hand rubbed between her legs. She wasn't even sure he recognized what he was doing. It was a slow, even motion, up and down, making her feel ... comforted, loved, happy. "I should make you sleep outside, without any dinner." Amy whined, turning her head away. She knew she'd be punished. She couldn't help it. "You're not going to let me do my inspections alone, are you?" She turned her head and looked at him. Looked him in the eyes as she rarely did anymore. Amy shook her head slowly, just once. He moved up the bed, his hand leaving the warmth of her crotch. He brushed her hair back away from her face. "I had an old mutt like you," he whispered softly. "If I locked him in the house he'd scratch at the door incessantly, nothing could break him of the habit. Damn near choked himself to death trying to escape his leash one time. I was using the chainsaw and just wanted to keep him safe. The stupid beast didn't care if I went to the garage and left for work, but if I was on the property, and he wasn't at my side, he went nuts." Amy looked up at him, and saw the glistening in his eyes. She whimpered softly, nervous. "Best damn dog I ever had. Took a rattlesnake bite for me. His head swelled up like a balloon before he died in my arms." Amy saw the tears streaming down his cheeks, and did something no puppy should ever do. She reached for his shoulders, and pulled him down to the bed. She licked his salty tears away and cuddled up to him. It took Hunter a few minutes to pull himself together. The he held his puppy-girl in his arms, stroking her hair, stifling her concerned whimpers. "Don't you go do anything stupid like dying on me, Red. I couldn't take it. You hear?" She smiled and rose up on her hands and knees, yipping, licking at his face and neck, rubbing her head against him, until he pushed her away, scolding her gruffly. That was good. She hated to see her Master unhappy. "You hungry?" She bounced up and down on the bed, barking playfully. "Good, cause I'm starved. Stay off your feet, while I make dinner." Feeding two for the last week, with at least another week to go, had done serious damage to his larder. Things always got a little low just before his regular delivery, and he was used to making do. But he hadn't been able to get any fishing done in over a week to supplement his food supplies, and he suspected it wasn't going to get better. It went against all his rules, but Hunter went to the back of his storage, and pulled out the 150 quart green cooler which held his emergency food supplies. The white one next to it held the liquids, while the red one held survival essentials. It was meant for emergencies only; those three coolers could keep him alive for months, except for fresh water, which wasn't an issue. He rationalized his actions, telling himself it was only two months away from his annual review and replace, where he used anything with an expiration date, and replaced it. He knew it was bending the rules of an actual emergency survival, but Hunter had a sweet tooth. * * * The house smelled like heaven. Amy followed Master around, watching intently, her stomach growling as he worked. She'd seen him come out of his workshop/storage area, where she was forbidden to go. She'd stayed at the entrance, watching obediently as he dug into the huge containers in the back. When he turned around with his arms full of supplies, she started yipping out of control. Sugar, canned condensed milk, canned icing, peanut butter, cocoa, even cake mix! There was more she didn't recognize. She wondered what he was making, what their dinner would be. Maybe he'd even make some more of that incredible cake! Amy couldn't see much from floor level, but she could smell it. She wasn't much of a cook herself; her mother had done the cooking. But she knew cooking when she saw it. Cooking and baking. Hunter was in a good mood, laughing, pushing her away when she got underfoot. He was looking forward to the dinner and dessert. Especially towards dessert. He was making his cake. He would bake it before the dinner, and let it cool before icing it. His puppy might have been ornery, but she was a good girl. Loyal, like ol' Stanley. He couldn't fault her for that. He made the mistake of wiping his hand on his leg, after he slid the large pan into the oven. As soon as he'd closed the door, she was on him, licking the chocolate cake batter off of his leg. He laughed and let her lick his fingers clean, before rubbing her head and washing his hands. "Behave, girl, and keep out from underfoot," he said, but his tone was anything but angry. She mostly stayed out of the way while he prepared their dinner. She heard the sound of frying, and saw he was boiling something, but couldn't tell what. Her mouth was watering as she eagerly watched. Master was torturing her, intentionally hiding what he was doing, covering things before they went in the refrigerator. He had plated the meal, and washed the pans while waiting for the cake to finish. When the alarm went off he took it out of the oven, testing it for a moment before turning the oven off and placing it on the cooling rack. Amy hurried over to her dinner bowl, watching him eagerly, yipping at him, when he walked past her. She started whining as he took his plate and sat on the couch. "Come here girl. Sit," he called out. She crawled over, about as fast as she ever moved, and sat eagerly in front of him. He grinned and patted his bare thigh. "Come here." She crawled between his legs, the smell of the food distracting. She sat, her shoulders embraced by his inner thighs, the heaping plate of food just inches from her face. It looked incredible. Two large ham steaks and a huge pile of mashed potatoes. He tortured her a little more by forking a large chunk of the delicious smelling ham, scooping up some mashed potatoes, and placing it in his mouth. He watched her as he did it, grinning while he chewed. "Rowf!" Amy barked anxiously. "Is my naughty little puppy-girl hungry? She was bad today, disobeying Master. Bad puppies don't get fed." He put another piece of ham in his mouth, and took his time chewing. It was such a big plate. So much food. Yummy food. He could at least let her have a little. They hadn't had meat in days. She wasn't really bad. Amy whined pitifully, alternating her looks between the plate and her Master. Hunter picked up a piece of the ham with his fingers, inspecting it. "I guess it's a good thing that my puppy-girl isn't really bad. Just a little naughty." He held the piece of ham to her lips and she gently took it from his fingers. It was heavenly, and she closed her eyes savoring the taste. When she opened them she saw he had scooped up some of the mashed on two of his fingers. She opened her mouth wide, and he fed her, letting her take her time sucking his fingers clean. Hunter shared his meal with her, making sure she was well fed. As they neared the end, he shook his head. "What is it about you, Red? I never feed my puppies from the table. Never let them sleep on the bed. You're giving me some bad habits." Amy was content to rest her head on his leg, her stomach full, her burn itching a little but absent of pain. She saw a little of the potatoes had fallen on his leg, and she licked it clean, before resting her head on his leg again. Hunter put his plate to the side, and rubbed his puppy's head, scratching her hair, low on her neck. She bent her head forward to give him better access, her forehead coming to rest on his erection. There was a time when she would have leaped away in shame. Amy just whined softly, snuggling in close, smelling her master, rubbing her head against his hardness, as he scratched the back of her head. Hunter hadn't even realized he had an erection until he felt her pressed against it. He was about to push her away, when he realized she hadn't done anything wrong. Red was a good girl. He had sat her there, demanding she get closer, feeding her from his plate. He had been the one to scratch her hair, knowing how she'd stretch and expose her neck to him. She was acting on instinct, like all good puppies do. "Who's the best puppy in the world?" he said. Amy looked up at him, with those big blue innocent eyes. His hardness was pressed against her cheek, but she didn't even seem to notice. She barked once, joyfully, and he rubbed her head. "That's right. My Red. Best puppy ever." Then he pushed her away gently. "Stay." Amy stayed where she was told, while Hunter got up. He removed the cake from the pan, and put the icing on it. He was too full for dessert yet, but he knew his puppy and her chocolate jones. When he was done, he took the icing bowl and sat down on the couch. His erection had gone away, which was comforting. He patted the couch beside him. "Up!" Amy climbed onto the couch beside him, scooting in close, resting her head on his thigh. She was full, true, but she could smell that chocolate. Never too full for chocolate. Hunter scooped up some of the left over icing on his finger and put it in his mouth, his puppy's eyes watching his every move. "Mmmm, this may be my best icing ever." She whimpered softly, looking up at him with those pleading eyes. He chuckled and took his time gathering a finger of icing before placing it against her lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, sucking on his finger long after any icing was gone. He was hard within moments of her lips capturing his finger. It was the third time, when some of the icing spilled over the edge of the bowl, landing in his lap. Amy saw it happen, and was instantly licking the icing away. Hunter felt the anger, but only for a flash. She was a good girl. She didn't even know what she was doing. He had spilled the icing, and knew it was her weakness. As soon as it was gone, she moved her head away, looking up at him eagerly for another taste. That was when he cracked. It was wrong. He knew it. She was an innocent little puppy, not a whore, not a cheating skank, not a spoiled young slut. She was just a puppy. He scooped up a finger full of icing and smeared it on his bulge. Amy didn't even think twice. She licked up the icing, and sucked on the wet material, trying to get every last bit of flavor out of it. Hunter tried to remain stoic, but he couldn't stop himself from moaning. It was like he'd beaten her. She looked up at him, then down at his hardness. She whimpered and pulled away quickly, cowering. Hunter felt bad. He'd done that. He'd frightened his puppy. "Shhh," he whispered, reaching out and stroking her hair comfortingly. "You're a good girl, Red. You did nothing wrong. Master loves his puppy-girl." He kept talking to her, petting her, until she calmed. She finally relaxed, laying her head on his leg, trusting. He gave her a little icing, and she sucked on his finger. "My good puppy-girl," he murmured. Another little taste, and then he did it again, smearing the icing on the aching bulge in his shorts. Amy was slow to respond, looking up at him for approval, before delicately licking away at her treat. "Good girl. Best puppy in the world," he told her. He had scraped the bowl clean, rubbing the last remnants on the wet spot where his puppy had been licking and sucking. It was maddening, but felt so damn good. She was licking up the last hint of chocolate, sucking at the material, her lips almost surrounding his shaft, at the base of the head. He moaned again, and she looked up at him anxiously. He petted his girl, praising her, while she pleased him. Hunter groaned loudly, holding his pet's head still, while he erupted in his shorts. Amy whimpered softly, then went back to sucking. Hunter sighed, berating himself. He'd done an evil thing, taking advantage of his puppy. She didn't understand; it wasn't her fault. But he didn't stop her from sucking on his shorts, even after the flavor had changed. Later that evening, after he'd cleaned up the kitchen and showered, he cut a small piece of cake into tiny morsels. His puppy was curled up on the couch half asleep, when he went looking for her. When he picked her up in his arms she melted against him, licking his chest. He took her to bed, and her eyes lit up when she saw the cake, squirming in his arms. "After, Red. After we take care of you." He removed her kneepads, and checked the cut on her foot, until he was satisfied there was no sign of infection. Then he removed her collar as he did each evening, and lotioned her body, head to toe, both sides, spending no extra time on her breasts or between her legs. He didn't trust himself. She's just an innocent puppy. When he'd finished the care, he sat behind her, pulling her close. She settled in, sleepy and content. Quiet until he picked up the first piece of cake. "Rowf!" Hunter chuckled as he fed his puppy-girl. She deserved it. Best puppy ever. When every crumb was gone he got up and took her to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, washed his hands, and turned his back. He heard her tinkle, and ignored the moments when the water ran. He had put out a toothbrush for her after the third day, and she used it. He didn't like to watch that. Nor did he watch when she brushed her hair. When she was done, she gave a little bark, and he took her back to bed. He laid her down on her side, and covered her with a sheet before climbing into bed himself. He cuddled up to her, stroking her hair, telling her what a good girl she was. He did his best to ignore the stiffening between his legs. * * * The next day he was distracted. He was unable to get much writing done, so he took his puppy down to the beach, and played fetch in the waves until she was tired. He fed her lunch, after putting a new band-aid on her foot, and when she slept in her corner, he gave the writing another shot. He didn't need to. The previous week he'd completed a month's worth of writing. He was not only caught up, but weeks ahead. Still, it was his routine, and he stuck to it. He did manage to get a little done, about as much as he'd been doing before his pet's arrival. That thought disturbed him. Puppy Girl: The Stray Hunter knew what he had to do. In a little more than a week, the supply boat would come, dropping off his order, and leaving with his latest writing effort and his next order for supplies. He knew he'd have to take her back, let his puppy-girl go. Put her on a plane to her family, who must be going crazy with worry. He didn't want to, but he knew it was the right thing to do. But it was dangerous. He's gone to great lengths to disappear, and he'd have to make sure she understood that. She couldn't reveal who he was or his whereabouts. He'd seen her looking at his books, peeking at his work. He was aware that she probably knew who he was. He could only hope she really was as loyal as she seemed. The alternative was to keep her locked up and hide her presence. Not only would that be an evil thing to do, but his delivery of food wouldn't be enough for two people for two months. Hell, it barely lasted eight weeks for just him. No, he couldn't do that. He pushed the thoughts away, and got up to make dinner. His puppy was still sleeping. He still had most of the canned ham he'd opened, but that would last for a while, and he hated eating the same food on back-to-back days. Food fatigue was one of the first dangers he'd encountered, eating the same thing day after day. He'd learned to diversify his orders, eating a vast array of different things. He also rarely ate large dinners. He kept his meals small, to stay fit. He couldn't afford to get out of shape or unhealthy, stuck as he was, alone. Or at least as alone as he'd been. Hunter decided to keep it simple. He was out of bread, or he would have made peanut butter and honey sandwiches, since he'd broken the peanut butter out of his hoard. It was one of his favorites, and he'd emptied his last jar three weeks ago. He remembered seeing a stash of Saltines in his storage. Peanut butter and honey crackers it was. When he had a tray full of prepared crackers, he took his condensed milk and made a pitcher full. It was one of the things he missed on the island, fresh milk. Even the boxed milk went bad once he opened it. He placed a tray beside the couch, and went to wake up his puppy-girl. Standing over her, he couldn't believe how much better she looked in a little over a week. Her skin was still peeling in places, but it was 95% healed. Her feet were in much better shape, almost completely healed. Her hair shone. She looked beautiful, lying peacefully at his feet. "Wake up, Red," he said, stroking her side. "Dinner's ready." Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled when she saw him. She stretched, and rubbed her head against his leg as she crawled toward her bowl. "Over to the couch. I've got a special treat for my perfect puppy." He sat on the couch, bent over and patted the floor in front of him. Amy sat up eagerly, between his legs. He reached over to the tray, and retrieved a pair of crackers. "I hope you like this. Peanut butter and honey crackers." He fed her one, and was pleased with the way her eyes lit up. The crackers were messy, the honey having a tendency to drip off the sides. Amy took advantage of his messy fingers, licking them clean whenever he'd let her. After every few crackers, he'd give her a sip of the milk when he felt thirsty. The tray was nearly empty, as was the large glass, and Hunter had been hard from the very first lick. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was wrong when he'd changed into his flimsiest shorts before dinner, no shirt, no underwear. He knew it was wrong when he'd brought the peanut butter and honey over on the tray. It was wrong to spill the honey on his bare leg, watching her lick it clean. It was especially wrong when he poured the honey over his aching bulge. Amy looked up at him, then down at the tasty mess. She hesitated only a moment before starting to lick it clean, peeking up at him, when he moaned. "Good girl," Master whispered, petting her. When he reached inside his shorts leg, and pulled his hard cock out, somewhere deep down inside Amy, she knew what he was doing. He wanted her to lick him. He wanted her. But Amy's puppy-mind had her pulling back, waiting for another treat, looking up at her Master expectantly. Hunter watched her, seeing nothing but his innocent puppy-girl, obedient, loving, waiting for her dinner. "You ... you don't have to," he whispered. Amy leaned forward and licked his shaft once. "Rowf!" she barked. Hunter chuckled and smeared the peanut butter along his shaft, and poured honey over the head. Then he leaned back and watched his puppy-girl enjoy her meal. She didn't even look up when he groaned. Her tongue lashed out, cleaning him of her treat. She was slow and thorough, making sure she got everywhere, taking her time licking the honey off the head, sucking most of the crown into her mouth, until it was clean. She looked up once and continued her licking starting at his straining balls, covering every bit of quivering flesh. Her breath was warm and tantalizing, her hot tongue maddening. "Good puppy-girl," he whispered. "Good Red." When he was clean he did it again. She didn't hesitate that time, scooting in closer, stretching her puppy tongue out further, curling it around his shaft. She worked her way upward, taking the sticky head in her mouth, her tongue curling around it, making her Master groan. Afterward she gave him long playful licks, looking up at him, then glancing over at where more of her treat waited on the tray. The third time he only poured honey over the head, and pushed his cock straight out toward her. She looked up at him once and opened her mouth. He placed the head inside her open mouth, and sighed as she took her time sucking him clean. "Good girl," he moaned. Sucking was something his little puppy-girl did well. He stroked her hair, while her tongue did devilish things. She sucked him in deeper, stretching her lips forward to make sure she missed none of her treat. She stopped only when the head pressed against the back of her throat. She moved her head up and down, until no taste remained of her sweet treat. Only the taste of Master. He was agonizingly close, when she pulled away, licking her lips. He reached for the honey, and she yipped, looking over at the peanut butter. He took the hint and smeared the peanut butter on the top half of his cock, before holding it out for her. While she sucked him, he petted her, telling her how wonderful she was, the best puppy ever. She was still sucking when he reached the point of no return. He groaned and came powerfully. He felt a surge of guilt, as he saw the surprised look in her eyes. He'd broken her trust, abused his innocent little puppy. She whimpered, but kept sucking, his hand on her head, not forcing her, but conveying his desire. When he started softening, he stroked her hair softly. "I ... I'm sorry," he whispered. Amy looked up. Master was sad. She smiled for him, and licked his thing. Then she looked over at the milk. "Rowf!" He chuckled and held the glass to her lips while she drank deeply. Afterward, he wiped her lips clean, and sucked his own finger. She leaned forward, smiling, sated, resting her head between his legs, licking his shrunken penis a couple of times, before closing her eyes. Hunter rubbed her head, scratching the back of her neck, reminding her she was the best puppy in the whole wide world. He cleaned up after dinner, and did some reading on the couch. Amy was content to lie beside him, her head on his leg, as he stroked her hair endlessly. Before bed he cut them both a piece of cake and fed her. Afterward he bathed his puppy-girl, giving her the privacy to do her night-time ritual, before taking her to bed. He gave her body a quick inspection, removing the band aid from her foot to let it breathe and heal. He stripped her of her kneepads and collar, and used the last of the lotion on her. "All gone," he said as he finished. He might have spent a little extra time on her breasts and between her legs. She was such a good, such a pretty puppy-girl. He was proud to be her owner. When the lights were out, she curled up and he wrapped her in his arms. "I love my little puppy-girl," he murmured. A tiny part of Amy wondered if he'd take her soon. If Master would breed her. A tinier part wondered if she'd ever have to leave Master. Another part of her wondered if she could get him to put the cake on his thing. That would be a tasty treat. There was no part of her that felt any guilt or regret. She had made Master happy. And that was good. * * * The next morning was a fruitful one. Hunter got a lot of writing done, and spent a couple of hours in self-editing after a simple lunch. He fed his puppy, even giving her a tiny piece of cake before taking her outside for a walk and returning to his work. The afternoon proved distracting. She was crawling around the cabin, apparently restless. When she turned away from him, he couldn't tear his eyes off her cute little butt, and the fleshy opening beneath it. Once he knew he wouldn't be getting any more writing done, he called it a day. He stood stretching, and his puppy was beside him, holding her leash in her teeth. Hunter laughed. "Why not? It looks like a good evening for fishing." It wasn't a particularly good evening, but it wasn't fruitless either. The only bad part of it was seeing a boat in the far distance. It reminded him that his days with his puppy-girl were numbered. He did manage to catch a couple of decent sized fish, and announced that he knew what they were having for dinner. He fed her from the couch again, and gave her a piece of cake. She was in a playful mood and he joined her on the floor, playing roughhouse with her, teasing her, wrestling over her chew toy. When she nipped him a little too hard, he sat up. "Bad girl!" he snapped, slapping her bare ass. She cowered before him, whining deep in her throat. He sat beside her, lifting her chin. She rolled over onto her back, exposing her belly, curling up her arms and legs, whimpering. "We don't bite Master, Red," he said softly. "Never." She whined miserably, turning her head to lick his knee. The wrestling had its expected effect on Hunter, rolling around on the ground with a beautiful naked puppy-girl. He stood and removed his shorts, his cock standing proud. "Show Master you're sorry." Amy looked up at him, then down at his cock. She rolled onto her hands and knees, knowing what Master wanted. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking and moving her head back and forth. "Good girl," Hunter said. "I know you didn't mean it. Not my Red. Not my perfect puppy-girl." Amy knew what Master desired most. She saw the way he looked at her. Master was a boy, and Amy knew what boys wanted. She pulled her mouth off of him, and turned around, lifting her bottom, presenting herself to him. Hunter's heart was racing. He knew if he was a better man, he wouldn't do this. Instead he moved behind her, caressing her ass and back. "Who is Master's favorite puppy?" "Rowf!" Amy replied, wiggling her butt teasingly. Hunter took his cock in hand and rubbed it between her legs. Naughty puppy-girl. She was eager ready for him. She whimpered slightly as he entered her, before accepting his forceful strokes, eventually pushing back against him. Hunter was in heaven, gazing down at the girl before him. Her soft, giving flesh, watching his shaft pierce her again and again. He could hear her panting for him. Such a good puppy-girl. He closed his eyes, reveling in the silky smooth feeling, replaying in his mind the way she had turned, lifting her cute little bottom up to him. Inviting him. She wasn't bad, he knew. She only wanted to please her master. He caressed the skin of her back, marveling at what a perfect little puppy-girl she was. How deliciously tight she was. How lucky he was to have her stray onto his island. He grabbed her hips, and thrust powerfully, deeply, feeling her tremble. He leaned over her, hammering away at her tight little puppy-hole, groaning at how wonderful it felt. He slowed down, stroking into her gently, his hands caressing her back. "Good girl. Such a good, good girl," he whispered. Then he took her hips in his hands and pumped her strongly, unable to hold back any longer. He cried out as he came inside of her. When he pulled away, lying back on the floor, Amy turned around and cuddled up to him, pushing her head under his hand, until he stroked her hair. He looked down and saw the tears on her face. It broke his heart, as he never expected anyone would again. The guilt swept over his like a tidal wave. "What's wrong, Red?" he asked. She only whimpered. "Please, A-A-Amy, speak." It was like a curtain had parted. She crawled forward and clung to him sobbing. "Did I hurt you, baby? Are you okay? Tell me, please. Speak." It was difficult for her to form the words. "I ... I was a virgin," she said. Her words devastated Hunter. All the early thoughts he'd had of her that first day were so wrong. His innocent puppy-girl really was innocent. He'd taken that from her. He was a beast. "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." She shook her head, raising it to look in his eyes. "No. I wanted Master to have me. To be my first. I love Master. I want to be the best puppy ever." "You are. The best, prettiest puppy-girl in the whole world. You are perfect." She closed her eyes, and settled onto his chest, holding him. Holding her Master. Pleased that she could make him happy, and that he wasn't mad at her anymore. That night in bed, when Master got hard, Amy presented herself to him, guiding his stiffness where it belonged, where Master would be happy. Master moaned and pushed deeper into her, holding her hips before thrusting into her. She was still a little sore, but nothing like the pain of the first few days. She was happy to take care of Master. After a while she even started to like it. She was starting to feel a fire burn inside her when Master groaned and filled her. * * * After that night, it seemed Master was always happy. And Amy was happy that Master was happy. She found that if she could get his attention, and present her wiggling tail, Master would stop his work and take her. She liked making Master happy, hearing his moans, telling her what a good girl she was. She almost never ate from her food bowl, only using her water bowl. Master enjoyed feeding her. Making her special meals, giving her chocolate, playing with her. Pampering her. Sometimes they'd play the eating game with Master putting her food on his Master's tool. Amy liked the game, getting a treat and making Master happy. One time she and Master played the game for a long time, continuing after she'd gotten her first salty treat, until his tool was big and hard again. Master had picked her up and held her in his lap, his big tool inside of her, while he told her what a wonderful puppy she was, the best in the world. She liked sitting in Master's lap, making him happy, while he petted her both inside and out. She knew he had work to do. Important work. So sometimes she just watched him from her corner. Other times she'd whine at the door, and he'd let her out to play outside while he worked at his table. On those occasions she would often look back through the window, to see him sitting there. Twice he saw her watching him, and came outside to play with her. A few times she would crawl behind the couch, and read the books that Master wrote. Then she would find Master, looking for some attention, burying her face between his legs until he was hard and made puppy-love with her. It was in their bed one evening, when Master mounted her from in front. He told her what a good girl she was, and kissed her. She felt the fire burning, but this time it wouldn't go out. Master pressed deeper and deeper inside, taking her, until she cried out, shuddering, scared. "Shhh," Master crooned. "You're a good girl, Red, a good puppy-girl. It's alright. It's good that you come for Master." After that, Master would work to make sure his little puppy-girl had the fire. He would use his fingers, even his mouth, until she was shaking, and then use his Master's tool on her, to make the volcano explode. Amy loved Master, and loved what Master did for her. Life was perfect for Amy, and she was content to know that Master was happy, that Master loved her, and would always take care of her. * * * Hunter couldn't help himself. For the last two days he'd done no writing at all. He spent all his time with his puppy-girl, playing with her, teasing her, roughhousing in the sand. And of course doing the best he could to wear off the outer two layers of cock skin. He couldn't get enough of her. Knowing how few their days together were, now counted in hours, he had to spend every possible moment with her. He took her on an exploration of his island, describing every rock, every cranny. He showed her the large freshwater pond that had more than doubled the cost of the island. They played under the tiny waterfall that appeared only after a heavy rain, when the pond overflowed. They stood on the highest point, looking all around as he told her about each of the adjacent chunks of rock, pointing out the only other inhabited one, in the far distance. He played with her in the waves, and lay with her on the soft sand. His mind was working overtime, looking for a solution that would allow him to keep his darling puppy-girl, but it was futile. And so, he pushed it out of his mind, emptying his larder, spoiling her rotten, and accepting every opportunity to love his puppy-girl, each time as if it was his last. With a dozen hours to go, he lay with her, in their bed. He'd made her cry out for him, twice, her adorable little barks, before he achieved his release. She was panting, equally sated. He held her in his arms. It was time. Well beyond time. "The boat is coming tomorrow," he said softly, struggling to keep his voice steady. He felt her stiffen in his arms, but she didn't respond. "Tomorrow. The boat comes tomorrow. I'll be taking you to the big island so you can go home. Do you understand?" Amy understood. Master didn't want her. He was sending her away. Back to that other life. She nodded, and curled up in a ball, whimpering. Hunter did his best to stay the tears. He held his puppy-girl, petting her hair, stroking her hip, wondering if he could go back to the way his life was before she arrived. * * * In the morning, he refused to collar her. He insisted she wear a pair of shorts he gave her, and the smallest of his t-shirts, which was still like a dress on her. He called her Amy, demanded she walk upright, sit at the table, eat with a knife and fork. Amy did as she was told, obedient to her Master. She ate as she was instructed. The last piece of cake didn't taste nearly as wonderful, when she couldn't eat if from her Master's hand. Master was sad. Amy could see that. Anybody could see. Why would he send her away if it made him sad? She watched him quietly through the morning, telling her of their plans. She heard, but didn't listen. She watched him make out his list, opening each cabinet, writing down his necessities. He stood long, staring out the window. "They'll be here soon." He walked over to her and rubbed her hair. "Best puppy I ever had," he said. "Best in the world." Hunter walked to the bedroom, to retrieve the two suitcases he would take on his journey. Hers was all but empty, but he would fill it with what she needed before sending her home. He knew there would be questions, but he would deal with those. He returned to the living room. The door was open, and his puppy-girl was gone. * * * The island wasn't that large. He ran, crying out her name. "Red! Where are you Red?" He whistled for her, and when that didn't work he called her by that other name. "Amy!" Puppy Girl's Nipple Piercing He snapped the clothespin on her tongue, "Puppies don't talk." Tears pricked her eyes and saliva quickly pooled in her mouth and threatened to overflow. The sounds issuing from her were appropriate puppy whimpers- not because she was orchestrating them to be so, but because they simply were. His cock twitched at the sounds, and it was difficult for Him not to smile as He looked at His pet. "Up girl!" His command lifted her to her knees, elbows in to her sides, fingers curved and just the sides of her breasts. His boot kicked her knees apart and He could see her hard clit sticking out from her shaven pussy lips. He had considered letting the hair grow their, but He liked being able to see her clit. It always told on her. He reached down tugged at one of the now healed pierced nipples which still held the ring from the original piercing. She'd been surprised by that. Strapping her spread eagle to His examination table, He had groomed her as He normally did. He'd waxed her and then probed and inspected her cunt and ass. Inserting two fingers deep into her cunt, He'd twisted them around, telling her, "Good girl, your cunt feels tight. Very good girl- very wet." Pulling His fingers to His nostrils, He'd inhaled deeply before putting the fingers into her mouth, searching inside her mouth and so wiping her cunt juices all over the inside of her mouth. Then He placed a wooden block between her teeth and said, "Bite down and hold. Do not let it go until I tell you to, girl." ... His hands moved to investigate her breasts. He bent and bit her nipple sucking long and hard on it. She arched to Him. Her neck was secured to the table so she could not lift her head to watch Him. He wiped her nipple with the alcohol swap and watched the bud tighten even more. Pulling the nipple taunt, He pushed the piercing needle through and heard her scream behind the wood board in her teeth. "Shhh shhhh. There, there girl," He rubbed her belly after He inserted the ring. Finally, His eyes went to her face. Leaning close, He said, "That wasn't so bad. One more." She sucked in her belly and her eyes went wild, but her teeth remained clamped on the board. She knew what was coming this time and her body tensed in anticipation of the sharp pain. He quickly pierced her second nipple, reached and removed the wooden block from her teeth. She was panting hard. Her wet eyes, panting mouth, and new nipple rings were too much. He released her ankle straps, pushed her knees up, and mounted her. He fucked her hard and fast with long stabbing strokes, His eyes glued to her nipple rings bouncing from His thrusts. ... He smiled at the memory and removed the clothespin from her tongue. "Pet, how will I know where you are?" She crinkled her brows confused by His question, but she did not speak. He tugged on one of the nipple rings. Her eyes closed and moans of pleasure came out her throat. Her pussy heated and she began to bounce up and down as if trying to ride an invisible cock. The action was causing her clit to hit against the grass. "Cunt need something?" He asked with a laugh. She nodded. "Want it rubbed?" She nodded vigorously, drool now dripping down her chin. "Sit back, pet." She planted her ass on the grass. "Now rub your cunt." She knew better than to use her hands, and His stare warned her not to do so. She needed no further prodding though. Her heated cunt needed friction. She ground her cunt against the grass, working her cunt back and forth, bending forward trying to get her clit to hit and rub at the right spot. Her neck stretched as she fucked the grass. He held on to the nipple ring, the pad of His thumb rubbing her nipple. "Cum!" He knew His pet and watched in satisfaction as her body stiffened and then shook with her orgasm. "Roll over." On her back, knees and arms bent in puppy-form, she stared up at Him. He reached into His pocket and pulled out what look like two little decorative silver bell with a ring attached to the top of each. He shook them, and they made a tiny tinkling sound. He removed her nipple rings and replaced them with the bells. He flicked each one in turn. Her moan did not drown out the sound. He smiled. Standing with her leash in hand, He called, "Heel," and she turned over onto all fours and moved to His heel. He unsnapped the leash. She was busy looking down at the bells on her breasts. He threw her red chew toy a little distance away. Swatting her ass, he said, "Fetch girl!" Automatically, she lifted her head and looked for her toy. She moved on all fours towards her toy. He sat on the grass and laughed heartily as He heard the bells ringing as she moved. When she returned with the toy in her mouth, He squeezed her breasts and flicked the bells a few times before taking the toy from her mouth. Then He pulled her onto His lap on her back. She held her knees and arms in the right puppy position. He rubbed her open pussy and then went back to playing with her nipple bells. "Now I will always know where you are, pet." Puppy Love As of late sex has been getting really wild between J and I. Besides having my ass fucked J and I were really getting into tying up and exploring role-play. One afternoon while fucking on the bedroom floor J said, “Lick my face… like a dog”. I thought I was imagining it so I gripped onto him tighter and just kissed his face. When I didn’t he pounded me harder and growled “Do it!” in my ear. Not really knowing what to do I obeyed him. I started to lick his face all over making sure to allow my saliva to drip from my mouth on his face. It obviously turned him on because within minutes he was spent. As we cuddled together afterwards I asked him if he liked that. He confessed that it was really a turn on and it got me thinking. Later that afternoon I told him I was going to run to the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner. Of course he asked if I wanted him to come along and I told him no that he should enjoy the house to himself since his roommates were gone for the weekend. He grabbed me around the waist kissed me and told me to hurry back. Before heading to the grocery I stopped by the pet store. I wondered around for a bit not really knowing what to get. I walked by the collars and noticed all the different colors and styles. I was admiring the ones with jewels on it when an associate came up behind me. “Looking for something special?” I turned around with surprised almost afraid she would be able to tell I was buying a collar for myself. I just kind of stared. “Well, what kind of dog do you have?” I stared at her for a second and then came out of it. “Oh I don’t have a dog.” Wrong thing to say, the woman just looked at me funny. “It’s my boyfriend’s dog. He just got a lab.” Thank god I was good on my feet. Labs are J’s favorite dogs. “Male or female?” Smiling I told the woman female. She smiled back and showed me the ones that would probably fit around a lab’s neck as a pup and with adjustment would still fit around its neck as it grew. I thanked her and watched her walk away. Without hesitation I chose a black one with sparkling rhinestones then moved on to the leashes. They had matching leashes for the collar I chose, but I knew J would want something with a bit more attitude so I picked up a metal linked leash with a black woven loop for a handle. I quickly paid for them and got to the grocery store. I knew J was going to start worrying about me so I rushed in and got what he wanted and headed back to the house. As I figured J was a bit worried and let that be known to me, but then I showed him why I had been out so long. “Well I thought you could collar me.” A smile spread across his face. “Take your clothes of and get on your hands and knees. I want you to stay like that until I say otherwise.” With anticipation I stripped and hunched down. J began petting me. First my head then down my back towards my ass. He went back to my head and grabbed my hair. He pulled it into a taut ponytail and placed the collar around my neck. “This is a very nice collar V.” He tightened it to the last hole. It was a perfect fit. He then hooked the leash to my collar. “Now V, this is how this is going to go. You will be my dog. You will act like a dog. You will bark, whimper, and whine. You will not talk. You also will remain on your hands and knees. When you are bad you will punished and when you are good you will rewarded.” I was getting wet as he told me this. I really loved his aggressive moods. He tugged on my leash and I followed, on hands and knees to the kitchen. He unleashed me and told me to be a good dog while he made dinner. I crawled around on the tile following J around. I was testing the limits and I think I pushed his buttons after a while because he scolded me. “V, go lay down.” He said this several times before he slapped my bare ass and told me to go to the living room. I crawled into the room and got on the couch. I waited for him to come back from the kitchen. “V, get off the couch.” I looked at him with questioning eyes. “No dogs on the couch. Get down.” I did as told and curled up on the floor. J sat down on the couch and rubbed my back with one of his socked feet as he flipped though channels on the t.v. He was really treating me like a dog. I was a little surprised, but extremely turned on. I was getting really wet. I sat up and placed my hands on the couch and lifted myself up. My wet crotch was against his leg and I started to rub it all over it. He looked at me and stroked my hair then grabbed it and pulled. “Down.” I whimpered as I obeyed him. He didn’t give me a second look. Instead he got up and went into the kitchen. I just curled up on the floor. When J returned he had a plate of food. Where was mine? I sat up and stared at him. “Does my little bitch want some?” I whimpered and begged. “Good dog.” He cut a piece of chicken and gave it to me. It tasted good and although I was a little upset I was still turned on. J smiled at me and put his food down on the coffee table. “Don’t eat my food.” I heard him rustling in the kitchen. We he came out he had a bowl and a plate. He put them down in front of me. The bowl had water in it and the plate had cut up chicken and some rice. “Be a good dog and eat and then I will reward you later.” J watched me as I lapped up water and picked up my food only with my mouth. After we were both finished he took the dishes back to the kitchen and returned with my leash. He placed it on my collar and led me into the bedroom. “My good dog. Now you will be my naughty puppy. Suck my cock.” He pulled his huge erection out of his pants and sat down on the bed. I crawled over to him and lifted my self-up and started to lick and salivate all over his dick. I got it nice and slick before sucking the entire thing in my mouth. J stoked and petted me as I mouth fucked him. I was so into sucking him off that it completely surprised me when he yanked my hair and pulled me off of him. “Down bitch.” I got down and sat on the floor. J clutched the leash in his hands and pulled me to the middle of the room. He took the leash off of my collar and held it in his hands. He walked behind me and told me to stay put. Being the disobedient pup I followed him into the closet where he kept out box of “fun stuff”. “I told you to stay put.” He grabbed my collar and pulled me back to the middle of the room. He had the leash still in hand and I felt a stinging pain as he took the woven handle and slapped my ass with it. Not even thinking of it I barked. He slapped my ass again with the leash. The more I barked the more he did this. Tiring of this he flung the leash on the bed and got behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. I braced myself as he shoved his huge cock in my aching pussy. I barked again. “Shut up bitch.” He pounded me and gripped my shoulders hard. I turned my head to the right and licked his hand. “Oh yeah, that’s a good dog.” I licked it more then took a chance and bit him, not hard, but enough to get his attention. In response he pulled my hair. I whimpered at him. “No biting!” He continued to fuck me on all fours but suddenly pulled out, slapped my ass and told me to turn over. “Be a good slut and lick my face.” He started fucking me missionary style as I licked his face. I licked his cheeks, over his eyelids, his nose, down his chin, his throat and towards his chest. I covered him in my saliva. He pounded my pussy harder as I did this letting me know that he was turned on. I grabbed onto him and whimpered in his ear. “Oh yeah, good puppy, my good girl. Oh yeah, you are such a tight little mutt. Oh yeah baby.” I whimpered louder into his ear occasionally licking it. He pounded me so hard that I could hardly take it. His huge cock was rubbing my clit and I could feel the cum rising. I was aching to release. J picked up his speed and I growled into his ear as I came everywhere. Just as I had came J did the same. I could feel his hot seed spreading into my pussy. I licked his face once more before he pulled out and I crawled over to the bed and curled up next to it. J climbed into it and patted a spot next to him. “Come lay with me pet.” I crawled up and curled up against him. I fell asleep to J petting and stoking me. Puppy Love All the characters portrayed in this story are 21 or older except the dog who is 5. * I sat on the park bench feeding the pigeons and petting my little dog. It was a fine spring morning. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze wafted through the trees. A statuesque, good looking blonde stopped in front of me and stared at my dog. "Ooo, she's so cute! What kind of doggy is she?" "She's a miniature Dachshund," I replied as I assessed the blonde. "What's her name? Can I pet her?" "Her name is Lulu and yes, you can pet her." The blonde sat beside me on the bench and started petting the dog which nuzzled her hand and licked her wrist. The blonde giggled. "What is your name and can I pet you?" I asked the blonde. "My name is Margo and I don't think we're ready for petting yet. You certainly are bold." "Only the timid are lonely, Margo. When I see a beautiful woman, especially one who likes dogs, I all my usually timid composure goes away. You are a beautiful woman; so naturally, I want to know you better. Maybe a lot better." Margo was still petting the dog and she was still smiling. "You don't know where I can get a little doggy like this one do you?" "As a matter of fact, Lulu recently had puppies." "Oh, can I see them? Where are they?" "They are in my apartment. If you are not afraid of me, I can take you to see them." She eyed me suspiciously. Then she looked at Lulu who was wagging her tail and licking her hand. I could tell from the way she looked at my dog that she was hooked. "Okay, but keep your distance. I don't know you at all and I'm pretty choosey about my men." I got up from the bench. "Am I one of your men?" "Not yet," she replied. Lulu towed us back to my apartment. I live in a luxury suite overlooking Central Park. As soon as we were through the door, Lulu made a run to her puppies and started nursing them. "Have a seat," I told Margo. "I've got to feed her and get her some water. It's time for her pill too so I'll be a few minutes. Margo made herself comfortable on my suede sectional while I took care of the dog. She was smiling, almost laughing when I came back to the living room. "Did I do something funny?" I asked. "Well, you got my name and I got Lulu's name but I didn't get your name." "Oh sorry, I guess I should have introduced myself. My name is Harold Kincaid and you can pet me any time you want," I said with a lascivious leer. "Boy, you're really hung up on this petting thing." "I like petting. It's the second most fun you can have with a woman." "I'm not even gonna ask you what's in first place!" she laughed. "Would you like a drink?" I inquired. "Sure, what do you have?" "I've got most of the liquor produced on this planet. I also have an assortment of soda pop and lots of juice. What'll it be?" She pursed her lips sexily and said, "How about a screwdriver?" "Coming right up. I just bought fresh oranges yesterday, so you get the good stuff." I mixed the drinks and handed one to her. She took a cautious sip. "It's perfect! I thought you might mix it on the hard side to get me drunk." "Are you disappointed?" I laughed. "No, I'm just surprised. I thought from the way you came on in the park you would certainly try something bad with me." "I would never do that. If we are going to be friends, you will make the first move. I'm not very pushy. By the way, if you thought I might try something 'bad' with you, why did you come here?" "I wanted to see the puppies. Besides, you are kind of a hunky guy. I really would like to know you better. There, now I've confessed." "You can't get to know me better if you are sitting all the way over there. Come sit beside me on the couch." I could see the wheels turning as she thought over her options. She knew the next move would be hers. She also knew that if she stayed where she was, she'd soon be history. When she stood up I was struck by her beauty. Suddenly I wanted her very, very badly. She stalked across the room and sat down next to me. Our hips were touching. It felt good. "Well, aren't you going to put your arm around me?" she asked. "Yes maam, right away," I replied sliding my arm around her shoulder. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled. I nuzzled her neck. She purred. My lips brushed her lips and soon we were engaged in a full on tonsil hockey game. "You really taste good," I told her as we disengaged. "You're kind of tasty yourself. Where is this going?" she asked. "The choice is yours," I answered, "Choice "A" is go see the puppies. Choice "B" is we stay here and pet each other. Choice "C" is my bedroom. Choice "D" is your bedroom. Last and by far the worst choice is, you go home alone. Needles to say, I'm not much for the last choice." "How about we do choice "A" first, then choice "B" and if things are going well, we might even try choice "C"." I drew her to me and kissed her deeply again. Then I got up, helped her to her feet and we went to see the puppies. There were six of them and they all looked like little hairy bratwursts. She picked one of them up and it wiggled and licked her, tail wagging and tongue lolling out. "They are so sweet!" she remarked. "Will you give me one?" "Yes." "Even if we never get to choice "C"?" "Yes." She put the puppy back in the bed, took my hand and led me back to the sofa. I sat down and she sat on my lap. I slowly grew a raging hardon that was poking her butt. She wiggled around on it. "Is that for me?" she giggled. "If you want it," I answered. I smiled at her. She giggled again and nodded her head 'yes'. Then she stood up and pulled me to my feet. "Where is your den of iniquity?" she asked. "Down the hall, last door on the left." I followed her down the hall and into my bedroom. As soon as we got inside she started to undress. "Wait a minute, I want to do that for you," I whispered in her ear. I peeled her blouse from her shoulders, noting the well stuffed bra hidden beneath. Kissing her shoulders, I unzipped her skirt and let it slip slowly to the floor. I held her tight as I unsnapped her bra. "You have beautiful breasts," I observed. I kissed them both and briefly sucked her nipples. She smiled as I dropped her slip to the floor. "Sit on the bed," I ordered. She sat down and I removed her shoes and stockings. I pulled her panties down and sniffed them. She giggled. She had a neatly trimmed pussy. I leaned forward and kissed it. "Now you!" she declared with a mischievous smile. She stripped my shirt and pants from me along with my shoes and socks. The aroma of her pussy pervaded the room. It was great! She slipped my shorts off and my iron hard cock slapped against my belly. She immediately engulfed it into her beautiful mouth. She took it out and said, "Lay down!" "Let's do sixty nine," she suggested. "That's a great idea," I agreed. I lay down on my back and she crawled over me. Her pussy was hovering inches from my hungry lips. I could tell it wasn't her first rodeo because she deep throated my seven inch dick in one gulp. I grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy tightly against my mouth. It tasted great! I started licking her and poking my tongue into her. She moaned around my cock and wriggled her ass. I sucked her clit into my lips and tongued it rapidly. "Don't stop! I'm almost there!" she cried. I licked her to a glorious finish. She had my cock sucked half way down her throat. "I'm gonna cum!" I cried as her lips slid up and down my pole. She was sucking hard as she slid up and down on it. She took my cock out of her mouth and spun around. I rolled on top of her. "Fuck me now!" she demanded I slipped easily into her hot slick pussy. Soon I was pumping hard into her. She was wriggling around on the bed like a snake. "Faster, faster," she panted. I revved up to full speed and she moaned with joy. "I'm not gonna last much longer," I wailed. "So what? Are you doing something else today?" she puffed. "Hell no! We can stay here all night if you want," I puffed back. "I'm cumming! She cried. I felt her pussy clamp down on me and suddenly I was shooting jet after jet of cream deep into her. My body stiffened over her as my climax took away my senses. I damned near passed out. We lay beside each other slowly descending from the mountain of ecstasy. She smiled. "Is something funny?" I asked. "No, I was just thinking that choice 'C' was a really great choice." "It was, wasn't it?" I agreed. "You have a very good pussy. That was the best I've had since high school." "You're pretty good yourself. Would you be interested in dating me?" "Oh yeah! You have a great personality and a super good pussy. Of course I'll date you," I answered. It must have been the right answer because I felt her hand wrap around my limp dick. "It'll take a little time to recover. It's not everyday it gets totally destroyed!" I told her. I stroked her body and licked her legs. She loved every minute of it. Her skin was smooth as satin and she tasted good. We've been dating for two years. She moved in with me two weeks after I met her and I have remained faithful to her. She still giggles every time we do the deed and I must say, I may be falling in love with her. Time will tell. I thank my little doggy every day. Puppy Love I was writing this story and thinking about a title for it. The more I wrote, the more I thought of the song 'Puppy Love' sung by Paul Anka and others. There isn't a lot of sex in this story if that's what you are looking for. For all other readers, I hope you enjoy my Summer Love story. A special 'Thank You' to WanderingScot for his editing of this story. **** To tell my story I have to go back to my childhood. I was the youngest of six kids born to my parents. My sister Marie was my closest sibling in age and is ten years older than me. My best friend in my early years from as far back as I could remember up to around age ten was Jordan. She and her family lived next door. Since my siblings were so much older than me I spent my time with Jordan. We played games at her house or mine. We played in the park, rode our bikes and often just sat and talked. We walked to school together and after school we did homework and colored in our books and sometimes we watched TV. We tried playing basketball, catch and running, things like that but Jordan always beat me. She was so athletic and I wasn't good at sports at all. She always smiled but never threw it in my face. Our parents never minded us being together because we stayed out of their hair and were always easy to find. I can honestly look back over my life and say that she was the only girl I ever loved. I did good in school and never had a problem until the fourth grade. The following summer my life took a drastic change. Jordan's parents bought a house about two miles away. They moved and took my best friend with them. "And they called it puppy love, Oh, I guess they'll never know. How a young heart really feels, And why I love her so." I cried the day they moved. My parents tried to console me but I knew I had lost my playmate and best friend. I saw her when school started back up in the fall but it wasn't the same. I talked to her whenever I got a chance but we didn't even have the same classes together. I began to change. I started causing trouble at school. My parents took me to a doctor who said I had ADD (attention deficit disorder). It's hard to believe that I was in the fifth grade before they found out the reason I had this problem was because I was totally bored with school. I used to do pranks all the time. I would write on the desks or hide the teachers study books. One day I took the teachers test answers when she walked out of the room. I put it in my desk and after the test we had recess. When we returned the teacher had her test answers back. Someone squealed on me. I was taken to the Principal's office and my parents were called. I was expelled for a week. I tried to explain that it was just a prank but no one believed me. I aced the test but ended up with an F. My parents talked to the Principal and explained about my ADD. I guess he felt sorry for me and did allow me back in class. After Jordan's parents found out she was told to stay away from me because I was trouble. She told me she felt sorry for me and still liked me but couldn't go against her parents. It was about a month later when I was so mad that I did something really foolish. After I saw Jordan talking and smiling with Brent, another kid in class, I pulled the fire alarm. I was immediately expelled and I was taken to a juvenile detention center. My parents were called and I was released in their custody. I didn't know why I did it. I guess I was mad at the world. I never felt quite the same since my parents started making me take that medication. I had trouble thinking straight. The following week Mrs. Matthews came by our house to see me. She was the assistant Principal at the elementary school. She must have talked to me for a good hour asking me all kinds of questions. I answered them as honesty as I could. She asked my parents a number of questions also. I know they were very worried about me and what about my schooling? Where could I go? Who would accept me? Mrs. Matthews asked my parents to do her a favor and she might be able to help me out. She asked them to stop giving me the ADD medication for three days. She wanted me to take a test on Friday and said that I needed a clear head. Mom and Dad asked all kinds of questions. Mrs. Matthews answered them as best she could. She had some books for me to look through and to study as much as I could till Friday. She told my parents and me that she needed to know where I would fit in according to my intelligence. Mom got mad at her and told her that I wasn't retarded in any way. Mrs. Matthews calmed my mom down and told her that she thought I was just the opposite and that I was a gifted child. I will admit that I was scared. I couldn't go back to my school and I knew my parents tried their best with me. They raised five other kids without a problem. I told Mrs. Matthews that I would try my best. My parents both worked so I went to one of my brother's house while my parents were at work. I could read pretty fast and studied the books that were left for me. They were all general studies, Math, English, History and Science. My brother's wife asked me if I was able to read these books since I was just in the fifth grade. I told her that I never had any trouble reading. I always did my homework without any help. I don't know if she believed me but I went ahead and read the books. I continued to read them when I got home. My parents were surprised that I could understand what I was reading. I guess since they were always so busy raising a large family that they didn't know how smart I really was. I was never a problem and was always an all A student till this year. On Friday Mrs. Matthews took me back to the school and had me sit in a classroom and handed me a test. "Jeffrey, just answer all the questions that you can. No one expects you to finish the test. You'll have four hours to answer as many questions as you can." I liked Mrs. Matthews. She seemed like a very special lady. She walked out of the room and said she would check on me about every half hour. If I got tired I could take a short break. I really wanted to try and do well. I knew I hurt my family and they didn't deserve it. I felt more clear-headed also since I was taken off the medication for a few days. I actually finished the test within the allotted time. Mrs. Matthews didn't seem all that surprised. She told me she knew I could do it. It was Wednesday of the following week that Mrs. Matthews had me and my parents come to the school to talk with her and a man from another school. Mrs. Matthews spoke first. "Mr. and Mrs. Miller this is John Yang, an administrator at the school for the gifted in Washington D.C. He's here to talk to you about Jeffrey." "Is there something wrong with Jeffrey? You said he was normal, his grades have always been good." My Mom was in panic mode, I just sat and listened. "There is nothing wrong with Jeffrey. It fact it is quite the opposite. He is a very gifted student," said Mr. Yang. "You don't mean he's autistic do you?" asked my Dad. "No, quite the contrary. He has the intelligence of a genius. His diagnosis of ADD was incorrect. After looking over his records I could see that he is bored; he doesn't enjoy school because it is too easy for him." "How do you know this?" asked Mom. "The test I gave him which he completed was the test we give adults who want to get their GED's. It's equal to a high school diploma. Jeffrey passed the exam with flying colors. Granted he missed some questions but it was only because he had never taken some of the courses," explained Mrs. Matthews. "So what do we do now?" asked my mother. Mr. Yang spoke. "I would like for Jeffrey to come to our school for the gifted in Washington D.C. We work with each student and give them mental challenges to use their gifts. We do our best to help them learn what their gifts are and let them choose their own futures." "What about school and he would have to be away from home if he lived in D.C." Mom had tears in her eyes. "Mrs. Miller, Jeffrey is special and I mean that in a good way. He has the intelligence of a genius but needs to be challenged. It won't happen in a regular school," replied Mrs. Matthews. Mr. Yang went on to explain the school. It was only gifted kids that attended. Approximately sixty in all at any given time. They would first finish any required classes needed for graduating only it would be done in a minimum amount of time. Then they would be tested in different areas of interest to them to which they could apply themselves for a future vocation. Dad asked about the costs. He was told that the school is paid for by mentors and alumni. Major corporations gave the school whatever they needed hoping that the gifted students would be choosing their particular companies in the future. The bad part was I would be away from home for the first two months trial period getting acquainted with the program. I would be able to talk to and e-mail my parents but no visitations until the trial period was over. After that I could go home and visit or my parents could come see me a weekend each month. I could also go home for all holidays. Mom had asked Mrs. Matthews what she thought since she was instrumental in starting this alternative approach. "Mrs. Miller, I noticed when I read Jeffrey's folder that he has always been an outstanding student. Basically, after losing his friend Jordan he became bored and inattentive. I know this program is wonderful. You see, I'm a graduate of the school for the gifted." "Not to belittle you but you are just an assistant Principal," replied Mom. Mrs. Mathews smiled at mom. "No offense taken. I wanted a normal life and family just like you. I have that. But what most people don't know is that I have written over fifteen educational books that are now used all across the country. I write under an alias so I can live this normal life and still help others. That's how I spotted Jeffrey's gift." My Mom apologized to Mrs. Matthews and told her that we would like to go home and discuss it. They did say they needed our answer by Friday and I would be leaving on Monday to attend the new school if we agreed. We went home and my parents discussed it with me. I didn't want to leave my family but I had burned too many bridges in my young life and was lucky I wasn't in a reform school. Together we made the decision that it was best for me to go to the school for the gifted. On my last day in public school I went in and cleaned out my locker. Classes must have just been dismissed for the hallways were full of kids. Most were staring at me as they walked by. When I saw Jordan staring at me I couldn't resist what I did next. I ran up to her and kissed her right on the mouth. It was the first time I had ever kissed a girl. It was just something I always wanted to do. Some of the kids laughed but looking back she never pushed me away or even said anything. I walked away knowing I had accomplished one of my goals in life, to kiss Jordan Ames. Word got around that I must be a trouble maker or some kind of kook. None of the kids believed the 'I was a gifted kid' story. **** Mom told my brothers and sisters what was happening and they all came to see me before I left on Monday. They said they always thought there was something special about me. I cried the day I left. I loved my parents but I just was going down the wrong path and knew I had to change directions. Luckily for me Mrs. Matthews noticed this in me or it would have been hard to tell where I would have ended up. I was just a bored, spoiled child. It was hard to totally blame my parents because I was one of six kids. All my sisters and brothers were smart but for some reason, only God knows, I was the only one with special gifts. The first couple of weeks were really hard but I knew I had to try. I missed my family and Jordan. We had some strict rules to follow but we did have freedoms. I spent a lot of time on the computer and in the library. I found out I really did like to learn. The instructors were mainly there to help us focus. I found that once I applied myself I could do just about anything. I was the trouble maker and cocky kid in public grade school but it soon changed when I was placed in the gifted school. I was one of the youngest kids accepted in this school. As I mentioned, there were about sixty students in all at the school for the gifted ranging from me at age eleven to those around nineteen. I soon learned my place. Acting up with these students would just be stupid. I decide to give it my all, study and learn all I could. Everything came so easy to me. After a couple of months my trial period was over and my parents came to see me. Because I was no longer taking medication I could see and understand everything so much more clearly. A couple of constants in my life were my siblings. Since I was the youngest of the six of us they always stuck up for me. The other constant in my young life was Jordan. We started in kindergarten together. She always treated me nicely. I always told everyone she was my girlfriend except her. Now she was gone. I did make friends at the new school. There were two students to a room, and my room-mate was Kim. He was Asian, actually from Vietnam. We got to be good friends. He was going to study medicine, as his dream was that of becoming a doctor. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Everything was so new to me. I just loved learning. I could read fast but I was taught how to speed read. I'll try and explain a little about my memory. I also found out that I had a photographic (eidetic) memory. Whatever I saw or read I could remember. Put that with being able to read a book in a matter of minutes and you'll get an idea of what I could learn. The school taught me how to focus and remember things. I knew the sky was the limit for me. Unfortunately I could remember all my great times with Jordan but as difficult as it was, I had to put those thoughts behind me and get on with my life. I was away from my family for a month at a time. I would get to go home one weekend a month and on special occasions. I was quite lonely so I spent all my time reading everything I could. It also made me a better person, even though I was just a kid, when I was home. At home I was still the kid brother. I still had a sister in high school and two brothers and a sister in college. As long as I was able to read through their books first, I could help them with their assignment. I wouldn't just do their homework for them but I would help them. My sisters hated math so I showed them short cuts on how to do problems. They told me I ought to be a teacher. It made me smile. I would also read and edit their reports. My brothers got mad when I used a red marker and corrected their papers because then they would have to do them over. At the end of the day they always thanked me. I did have a friend from my old school who I saw when I came home to visit. My friend Brad knew I was smarter than most kids. He said that the kids at school figured I was in a boys school for kids who caused trouble. Others thought I was in a school for the slow learners and handicapped. I guess everyone has their idea of gifted. I laughed and told Brad the truth. I did help him with his homework. I explained to him that learning how to study was half the work. Over the years we did keep in touch. **** Let me jump a few years here. When I turned sixteen the school told me that there wasn't much more they could teach me. They put me in contact with a number of companies that were interested in me working for them. I guess you could say I moved back home but I was in college a hundred miles away. At least I could make it home more often now. My old classmates would be in high school. I was working on two different college degrees - one in computer programming, and the other in criminal science. Talk about feeling out of place. Other students in my class were at least nineteen or twenty. Again I was back to being called names like nerd and geek. Physically I was a normal sized guy. I looked like any other sixteen year old that you would see on the street but in college I stood out like a sore thumb. I wasn't developed athletically like others at college so I stayed away from sports. I did try to go to a few parties but a few of the guys would just make fun of me. The girls thought I was cute but more like their little brother. Dating was pretty much out of the questions. I finally went to one party on my eighteenth birthday and was given a few drinks. My body really couldn't handle it and I became drunk pretty quickly. I don't know why I even went to the party. I guess I just wanted to celebrate my eighteen birthday. I really did want to blend in. The problem was the party crowd was not the same as the nerds or geeks that I was friends with. Some guys sent over a girl that was known to be a real sleaze. When she found out I was had never had sex she decided to deflower me. There I was buck naked, drunk as hell, lying on the floor. This gal, Sylvia got between my legs and gave me a blowjob. I must have come in twenty seconds. I was really embarrassed and heard everyone laughing. Sylvia laughed and said she was going to get hers. She took off her shorts and sat on my face and had me eat her pussy. I honestly have to say I didn't like it. She smelled gross and tasted even worse. What I couldn't believe was she reversed herself so she could jack me off to get hard again while sitting on my face. When I got hard again she moved down and began to fuck me. It lasted much longer this time. After I shot my wad, everyone laughed and clapped. Sylvia stood up and took a bow. I got up, grabbed my clothes and took them in another room, got dressed, then staggered back to my room. **** One thing I forgot to mention. I never forgot Jordan. Some weekends when I was home I went to a few of Jordan's games. She played volleyball, basketball and girl's softball. I couldn't make it to many games but I would go to one whenever I could. Brad knew I had liked her in grade school and got me a schedule of all the schools sports events. I never told anyone I still loved her. Who would have believed me anyway. Even when I went to her games I always sat in the back and out of the way. No one knew me and I usually sat on the visitors side. I'll always remember her. "And they called it puppy love, just because we're in our teens. Tell them all, please tell them it isn't fair, To take away my only dream." At nineteen I actually had two degrees. One in criminal science, and the other in computer programming. I was now considering taking a course in Teaching. I was hoping to someday help other students achieve their goals. I had moved back home. I might mention that my parents had moved into a nicer house but it was still close enough to our town and all my siblings. I lived in a really nice room above the garage. It was perfect for me. I had the peace and quiet I needed to run my business. **** Before I explain my business I need to tell you about what happened last year. I received a call from Mrs. Matthews. She was now the high school Superintendent. It was good to hear from her, after all it was she that changed my life. She asked me if I could do her a favor and tutor students at the high school. I asked her why me and who were they. She said it was members of the football team. The Coach was worried that at least six of his players may not qualify due to their poor scholastic average. I talked to her for awhile and when I made my next trip home I had a talk with Coach Harrison. "Coach, what do you expect of me if I may ask? I will tutor any of the players but I will not do their homework for them." Puppy Love "Jeff, I don't know you but you were very highly recommended by Mrs. Matthews. I do expect each and every player to do their own work. It's just that with all the practice, tests and all these new government program requirements I'm afraid some of my boys may not make it. "What I have in mind is that after the next practice on Saturday, you can help some of them with subjects that they are falling behind in. I have to include all the team in the first meeting and those that want your tutoring can tell us." So that's what we did. Coach called his whole team into the gym after their practice. I told them my name and that I would be willing to tutor any players that needed help through the football season. I made sure that they knew that I wouldn't do their homework for them but I would help them understand their assignment and correct any papers and reports. For those who needed help during the week, they could e-mail me their assignments and I would correct and explain any changes that I made. I would be there every Saturday for those who needed any one on one face time. A few of the guys I knew back in the fifth grade and I was sure they remembered me. Brent asked me if I was the Jeff that got expelled in the fifth grade. "Listen, I'm not here to tell you my life story. I'm here to help anyone who needs help. This is not mandatory for anyone. I am knowledgeable and versed on most any subject. It's up to you if you feel you can use the help." The jackass Brent spoke up again. "Ok, if you are so smart; who won the first super bowl?" "It was played on 1/15/67. Kansas City lost to Green Bay 35 to 10. The Coaches were Hank Stram and Vince Lombardi. It was played at L.A. Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, CA. The most valuable player was Bart Starr. Any other questions?" I said as I looked straight at Brent. "Good guess, I knew that," he said as his friends laughed at him. "I don't need your help, I have a girl that will help me and she is much cuter." He got up and walked out. After answering a number of questions from some of the other players most of them left. They really didn't need tutoring but we had to offer it to everyone. I ended up with twelve players. I gave them my e-mail address and went over the rules once more. I was surprised how many papers I had to correct when I got back to my dorm. I did all my corrections in red and explained what was wrong to each player. Over the weeks some of these players thanked me and I could tell they were really trying. When I talked with them after the game I showed them ways to remember dates for history and the difference of when to use different words like saw/seen, hear/here. Also how to use the times tables to find their answers quicker in math. At the end of the season the coach thanked me. I had also searched through the archives of football and sent him some of the greatest plays ever made. Many of them were trick plays and hadn't been used for years. He ended up using a few of them and his school made it to the regional finals for the first time ever. They didn't win but it was the farthest the school had ever made it. Some players asked me after their season was over if I would continue tutoring them. They wanted to further their education after high school. That made me feel like I had really made a difference. **** Since I was now back at home I knew I had to see Jordan. Brad, my friend had told me that Jordan had broken up with her boyfriend Brent. He didn't know why but I didn't care. I just hoped she would talk with me. I went to her final soft ball game and after it was over I went down to the field. She was talking to some of her friends when I approached the fence. When she looked at me she had an odd look on her face. I called out to her, "Jordan, may I see you for a minute?" She and a couple of her girlfriends walked over to me. "Jeffrey, is it really you? I heard that you might be back in town." She didn't look ecstatic to see me. "How long have you been back?" she asked. "I've been here on weekends to help tutor a few people, but only recently moved back," I replied. "So it's true. I heard that you were tutoring a number of players of the football team. I really didn't believe it." "No one was supposed to know. I guess your boyfriend Brent doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut." "Brent is not my boyfriend. I dated him a few times and have known him just about all my life, but don't call him my boyfriend." "Sorry, it's just what I was told." "So, what is it you want?" Her friends were still just standing there looking at me. "I would like to know if I could take you to your prom, unless you already have a date." She looked at me totally shocked. "What? Jeffrey, what are you thinking? I haven't seen you for at least nine or ten years. Why on God's green earth would you ask me to the prom?" I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure if I should be honest with her but I went for broke. "Because I'm still in love with you," I answered. Her friends all looked shocked. I continued. "Jordan, have dinner with me tonight at Josie's diner and I will explain everything to you and answer all your questions. You have to believe me that most people don't know my past at all, they are all wrong. I'll meet you there at seven." I turned and walked away. I could hear her friends asking her all kind of questions as I walked away. "Jordan, who is he?" "Are you going to show up?" "Is he the crazy guy from grade school?" Actually one girl said, "I think he's kind of cute and if he's the guy that helped the football team out, I hear he's really smart." I have to admit that made me smile. "I cry each night my tears for you, My tears are all in vain. I'll hope and I'll pray that maybe someday, You'll be back in my arms once again." I was at the diner fifteen minutes early. I got a booth in the corner. I even ordered dinner for us. Now I just hoped she would show up. I knew this was a giant step but what did I have to lose. If she didn't show then I knew I'd just have to deal with it. I looked up at the clock and it was exactly seven when the door opened and in walked Jordan but she was followed in by four of her girlfriends. She looked over at me and said something to her friends. They all sat in a booth away from where I was and Jordan came over and sat down. "Ok Jeffrey," she was the only person that still called me that. I didn't mind, in fact I kind of liked it. "What do you want and why am I really here?" "I've never lied to you, ever, Jordan. I really want to take you to your prom and I asked you here for dinner because I owed it to you." "What do you mean you owe me a dinner? What on earth are you talking about," she asked. "One thing at a time. When we were in the fourth grade I promised you a dinner at Josie's diner. I'm here to pay my debt." Right then the waitress came out and brought us both a hot dog along with some macaroni and cheese. Also two root beers. I saw a slight smile come across Jordan's face. She must have remembered. "How did you remember how I liked my hot dogs?" she asked. Hers had mustard and relish. She never liked onions. "I remember everything about you. As I said, I have always loved you and always will. I know you don't feel the same about me right now but all I want is a chance." "Jeffrey, this is just too fast. Just seeing you is a surprise. I'm having a hard time figuring out why I even came here tonight." Her friends could probably overhear our conversation but I didn't mind. "Jordan, I just want to tell you the truth about my life. I'm not the insane delinquent person I've been made out to be. In fact you might be happy to know that I am quite intelligent." We began eating our dinner. She took a sip of her soda and smiled. She shook her head probably knowing I remembered root beer as her favorite. "How can you remember everything? According to some of the kids at school the tutor was a brain. Were you really the tutor Jeffrey?" "Yes I was and I'm still helping a few guys out so they can get accepted in college. I do remember everything about us. "Whenever we played catch or would run and even playing basketball you always beat my butt?" I moaned as she laughed. "Well, I'm still not good at sports. I know everything about sports statistics but I'm just not good at playing sports. You on the other hand play volleyball, basketball and softball." "How do you know that?" asked Jordan. "Over the past few years if I was home and you had a game I would go to it." "Were you stalking me? I never remember seeing you at any games?" she looked nervous. "No, I never stalked you. That's why I never came up to you. I didn't make very many games and I always sat on the visitor's side. Boy, you are so good in sports." I decided to go back and tell her more about our childhood. I hoped she would remember how much I always cared for her. "Do you remember when we were going to elope? We were six years old. We told my mom and she packed us a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and gave us each a Twinkie cake and a can of juice. We walked half way around the block." Jordan was laughing and continued the story. "We sat on Mrs. Brown's porch and ate our lunch. We weren't allowed to cross the street." I smiled. "That was a long time ago Jeffrey. A lot has changed since then. I remember your last day in school when you kissed me. A lot of the kids still tease me about it. They say they remember when that crazy Jeff kid kissed me. When I got home my parents grounded me for a week for kissing a boy at school. They didn't even know it was you. I wouldn't tell them who it was." "I'm sorry I got you in trouble. I guess I never thought about it hurting you. It's just something I had always wanted to do. As I mentioned, I've always loved you." "Would you please stop saying that? It bothers me," she replied. "Sure, I guess you know it by now and so do your girlfriends." She looked over her shoulder and her girlfriends were either smiling or laughing. "What happened to you after you left the school? Brent said you went to a nuthouse. Others said that you were institutionalized. After I met Brad he said he was your neighbor for awhile and that you were in an institution for the gifted. Brent said he went on line and it was for kids that were autistic or mentally challenged." "Your friend Brent is full of shit. In fact I think it was him that told the teacher I took her study book that started this whole mess. I'll tell you about the 'School for the gifted'. I went on to tell her about the school and how all the students were challenged to do their best. I explained how I had a photographic memory and other things like how I could speed read was able to retain most all I read. She asked me if I ever graduated. I told her that I did at fifteen and went on and received two college degrees. I went on and explained that I was a computer programmer and wrote many computer programs. I now worked out of my home and did on line computer repair. "So you see, I wasn't an idiot, a stalker or mentally unbalanced. It was just when I lost my best friend that I got bored with life. The academy showed me how to channel my boredom and thoughts to accomplish whatever I wanted. The only thing missing was my best friend. The girl I ..." I stopped before saying love. "So can I be your prom date?" I asked. She looked back over at her girlfriends who must have heard the whole conversation. They were smiling and waiting for her to answer. "Jeffrey, I don't know. I was suppose to go with Brent but I told him 'No' the other day. I was planning on not going. I need to talk with my parents. Can I give you an answer in a couple of days?" "You can tell me whenever you like. I'll always be here for you." She squeezed my hand and gave me a light smile, got up and she and her girlfriends left. I figured there would be a lot of talking going on between her and her friends. I wanted to ask a favor of the coach who was also the gym teacher. After classes were over I went to talk to him. His office was located next to the locker room. After he walked out three guys came into the locker room. It was Brent and two of his friends. One of the two was one I had helped tutor. "Stay the hell away from Jordan if you know what's good for you, you freak," said Brent to me. "What's your problem Brent? She isn't your girl, she told me so herself." "I don't want you near her. Everyone around here knows not to ask her out or they will have to deal with me," remarked Brent. "Let me tell you something Brent. I'm not one of your friends and I'm sure not afraid of you." "Listen asshole, you ask her out again and I'll kick your ass," he replied. I knew I had to put Brent on the defense. He thought I was crazy so I thought I would use it to my advantage. "I spent five years in a reformatory and mental institution. You think I'm afraid of you. I don't give a shit how big you are." I grabbed a baseball bat and hit it against the lockers. It made a loud clang sound. "The next time you come close to me I'll use this bat on you. I don't care if you put me in the hospital. When I get out I'll stalk you till I break both of your kneecaps with this bat. What college wants a player with broken kneecaps? You think I'm bluffing? Try me. Come on, I'll take on all three of you. After all I'm crazy," I laughed. Jim, the guy I tutored said, "Jeff, I just came in to thank you again for helping me. I'll have no part in what Brent wants." He quickly left the locker room. "If you ever bother me or Jordan again this will be more than just a threat. You are not her boss and I know you're not mine." I hit the locker one more time and started to walk out of the locker room. The coach came back into the locker room. "What's going on in here?" he asked. Someone said there was an argument going on in here." "No, everything is fine coach. Brent and I just needed to come to an understanding. I think everything is cool. Right Brent?" He just nodded. The coach spoke, "Jeff, that favor you asked, I have an appointment with Mrs. Matthews tomorrow. I'll get back to you soon." "Thanks Coach, it means a lot to me." I was walking down the hall when Jordan and two of her girlfriends spotted me. She was smiling. "Jeffrey, the answer is yes. I'll be happy to go to the prom with you." She handed me her phone number and told me to call her so we could make plans. I did talk to her a couple of times before we went to the prom. I didn't want to pester her and I knew she had other commitments since graduation was close. We double dated for the prom. Jim from the locker room and one of Jordan's friends went with us. I drove my new car. Jim was surprised that I was able to afford a Lexus. I think even Jordan was surprised. Brent's name never came up even though I'm pretty sure Jim told both Jordan and Sandy what went on in the locker room. The four of us went out for dinner. No hot dog this time. I made reservations in one of the cities finest restaurants. I slipped Jim a hundred dollars. I told him it was to help pay for dinner. Both of the girls couldn't believe we even got reservations. The menu didn't even have prices. "Jeffrey, can we afford to eat here?" asked Jordan. "Don't you worry, tonight we want our ladies to have a night that they will always remember." Jim got a kiss from Sandy. Dinner was fantastic and then we headed over to the hall where the prom was taking place. They had a dance band and tables all set up. The first time I took Jordan in my arms I was nervous. I wanted to do everything right. I wasn't the greatest dancer but I tried. Jordan was able to follow me without a problem. After the third dance she told me that she didn't bite, I could hold her closer. She didn't have to ask me a second time. I told her another of my wishes was coming true. I've always wanted to hold her close. She looked so great and smelled so good. Brent did show up and I saw Jordan look at him. He was dancing with a girl and kept sliding his hand down to her ass and squeezing it. He did it away from the chaperones. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. Jim and Sandy got up to get us all a soda and Jordan explained what had happened between her and Brent. "We were classmates for years. Not really friends until last year when I went out with him a couple of times. He always wanted to get fresh and said he could have any girl he wanted. This year he didn't seem as bad and asked me to the prom. I said yes. "About a month ago at a school dance he started telling everyone I was his girl. He tried grabbing me by the ass like he was doing Judy there. The first couple of times I told him to quit it. The third time I slapped him. He told me he wasn't going to waste any more time on me. He was going to find a woman that put out. Our relationship ended. "He said he would make sure I didn't go to the prom with anyone from our school. I guess he got his way but I couldn't be happier. Jeffrey, I keep thinking about all our old memories too. I'm so glad you asked me. You're not like most guys that a girl has to fight with half the night." "I know you don't want to hear it again but it's because I love you and respect you," I replied. What happened next was a total surprise. We stood up to go dance but as I took her hand she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, I mean really kissed me. I held her close the rest of the night. On our way home I dropped off Sue first. She and Jim were a couple and she really kissed him goodnight. I think he squeezed a little butt also. Jordan told me that the two of them have been going together for about six months. I dropped Jim off and then I walked Jordan to the door. "Thank you for the best date of my life," said Jordan. "It was the best ever for me too," I replied. "Can I ..." I was going to say kiss her goodnight but she had already came forward and started kissing me. The porch light came on and we quickly separated with both of us laughing. "I'll see you soon," I said as she walked into the house. I was on cloud nine. I talked to her a few days later and there was all kind of buzz about the prom. Everyone wanted to know who I was. No one could get anything out of Jim and Sandy and Jordan just said that I was a very old friend from the neighborhood. Jordan told me that no one has ever seen her so happy except when they won a tournament or something. "Maybe you're falling for me," I said with a laugh. "Maybe I am," she replied. Graduation was the next big thing coming up. I had asked the coach if I could graduate with the class. I told him it would have been my class if I would have stayed in school. I actually wanted to graduate with Jordan. He spoke with Mrs. Matthews and she brought it up in a board meeting. The general consensus was that I could not get a regular diploma but if I was willing to take the GED exam, (it was the equivalent of a diploma for those who went back to school) that I could cross the stage with the other students. There were already five other people who would be given a GED. Mrs. Matthews agreed and told me I had to take the exam if I wanted to graduate with the class. Of course she had to laugh since I passed the test when I was in the fifth grade only the test was updated. Needless to say I took the test. I had a four hour time limit and the Principal would be in charge of correcting my test. I finished in an hour and a half. When I walked out of the test room the Principal said she was sorry that I didn't pass. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You haven't even corrected it yet." "You mean you finished it? I'm so sorry. No one has ever finished it that quickly. I'll correct it and get back to Mrs. Matthews with the results. Again I apologize for what I said earlier." Puppy Love Mrs. Matthews called me the following day and said I passed with flying colors again. Then she asked me if I would like to address the class at graduation. I told her I would but I would like to keep it a secret till graduation day. **** I talked to Jordan regularly after the prom. It fact we even went to the movies twice. I had a hard time keeping my secrets from her. I did tell her more about the business I was in where I did online computer repair. She told me that she was going to attend the local college near home so she wouldn't be far away from her family. She would be taking a two year nursing course. I asked her about a sports career and she told me that she had played enough sports. Now she wanted to get on with her life. "Someday I would like to get married and have a family of my own. All I need to do is find the right man who wants the same things I do." She smiled at me. "I want to become a nurse so I can help others and it might even help if my family becomes ill." I leaned over and kissed her. "Jeffrey there is something I need to tell you. I've never been with a man. The reason is because I wanted to love the man that I give myself to. Until you came back into my life I hadn't met him. I just want you to know that I really do care for you. Time will tell if we are meant to be together." "I can wait for as long as it takes. I'll be here for you when you feel you are ready." "Are you coming to my graduation?" asked Jordan. I didn't want to tell her but I promised her I would never lie to her. "I'm not only coming to your graduation but I am graduating with you." "What? When did this happen? How is it even possible?" "I wanted to graduate with you. I will be getting a GED but we will be in the same graduating class. I had to take a test to test out of the twelfth grade." "They made you take a test. Jeffrey, you're the smartest person I know." "...and you're the most beautiful person I know." She smiled at me. On graduation day I sat in the back with the other GED grads. They called out the names of the graduates and each walked up on stage and received their diploma. I couldn't help but applaud when they called Jordan's name. The GED grads went last. Mrs. Matthews announced the names and the Principal handed out the diploma. I was the last one to receive mine. Mrs. Matthews explained that the last student receiving a diploma was Jeffrey Allen Miller and he was going to give a few remarks. I then walked up and began my speech. "I'm Jeff Miller and proud to graduate with this class. Many people remember me when I was in grade school. I was the kid that caused problems. I'm here today to clear up any false ideas that surrounded my leaving school. "Many people thought I went to a reform school or one for mental patients." I looked over at Brent when I said this. "The truth is I went to the Academy for the Gifted. It was a school that helped to teach me and guide me in my strengths. "You see, I had lost my best friend when she moved away." I looked over at Jordan. "I became bored with school. I could ace any test without studying. With the help of a special teacher and my parents I was accepted at this academy. I found out there was no limit to what I could learn if I applied myself. "The same goes for each graduate here. The world is your oyster and you can accomplish whatever goal you set for yourself as long as you put in the study time and the effort. "After graduating from the academy I went to college and have received two degrees. I'm going back for a teaching degree next. I want to help other kids and students to show them how to apply themselves. "While in school I worked for a computer company and did programming for them. Last year I started up my own online business to help people repair their computers at home. I have over twenty five employees working for me and expect to hire fifty more by next year. "I'm not telling you this to toot my own horn but to let you know that for those who apply themselves they can achieve many of their goals. "People have asked me why I wanted to graduate from this high school. The truth is I have many reasons why I wanted to graduate with this class at this high school. My grandfather taught here many years ago. Both of my parents as well as my five brothers and sisters all graduated from this school. This year my best long time friend is in this graduating class and I wanted to graduate with her. "The last and most important message I would like to pass along is to never forget your family and friends. Remember those special times that you spent with them. Our lives are built on memories. Cherish them, forget the bad times and always remember the good ones. "Congratulations to all the graduates and good luck to you in all your future endeavors. Thank you." I walked off the stage and notice my whole family, all my sisters and brothers and their kids were there. I had tears in my eyes as I walked off the stage to a standing ovation. I looked over at Jordan and she was crying also. **** Jordan and I dated throughout the summer. We actually became an item according to her friends. We spent as much time as we could together. We went to the amusement park, zoo and the beach. Seeing Jordan in a bathing suit took my breath away and I told her so. "Do you want me to perform CPR? After all I'm going to be a nurse some day," she said as she gave me that beautiful smile. "I'll just take the mouth to mouth right now," I was smiling too. We kissed; every time our lips met I got goose bumps. We almost always went out with a group of friends. Jordan's friends were now my friends. We all often talked about subjects that interested them. It was hard for them to believe how well versed I was on most subjects. Up to this time Jordan and I did a lot of kissing and a little petting. I didn't want to go too far too soon. I figured Jordan would tell me when she was ready to go to the next step. A group of us were sitting on the beach. Sandy asked me if I would help her get some of the food they had brought from their car over to the picnic table. I said yes but wondered why she didn't ask Jim. "Jeff, I asked you because I wanted to talk with you away from Jordan. As you know she's my best friend." "What is it Sandy?" "She's in love with you and it's bothering her. She's not sure how to deal with it." "I don't understand. I've told her many times how I feel about her. What is she afraid of? Why has she told you but not me?" "She's had boyfriends and dated a few guys over the years but even though she has cared for some of them, she never loved them. It was easy for her to push away any of their advances. I know she told you she hasn't ever been with a man." "Sandy, I've never touched her. I promised her that I would wait for her until she is ready." "She's ready Jeff. She doesn't know how to go about telling you. I know she doesn't want you to think that she's some kind of slut by approaching you. What I'm trying to say is, make a move, I promise you she won't stop you." I thanked Sandy for the information. I was sure she wouldn't lie to me but what if I tried and Jordan stopped trusting me. Maybe I could make a move but do it slowly. We went back to the beach. Jim and Jordan were waiting for us so we could go into the water. All our other friends were already in the water. As soon as we were waist deep I saw Jim take Sandy in his arms and kiss her. We were in a somewhat deserted part of the beach with very few people paying any attention to us. I saw Jordan look over at Sandy and Jim. I leaned over and gave Jordan a kiss. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me very passionately. For the first time I reached behind her and put both of my hands on her butt and pulled her into me. I know she could feel my cock against her. She stopped kissing me but kept her arms around my neck. I didn't take my hands off of her butt. She was looking into my eyes. She wasn't smiling but just staring at me. Finally she spoke. "Jeffrey, I love you. I have for some time. Something tells me that Sandy told you. I want you to know that if any other man put his hands where yours are now I would have kneed him in his gonads. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything. I need to be sure that if we make love that it will be for real. I couldn't live with myself if I gave myself to you totally and then you left me." "There is no way that I could ever leave you or even just use you. I've loved you since I was five years old and it has never changed. Jordan, I want you to marry me and we could be together forever. If you want I will wait till our wedding day to make love." "Was that a proposal of marriage?" she asked. "Yes it was. It could be today or two years from now. I just want us to be together." She kissed me again very passionately. As our friends came near us I removed my hands from her butt and put them on her waist. We both knew we had to wait for now but we were both ready to be together. On our way home she asked to see my apartment. She's been in it a couple of times but only long enough for me to get something or meet me. "I can't promise you that I can keep my hands off of you if we are in my apartment alone," I said to her. "I know." was her reply. "Jeff I want you to make love to me. I'm nervous and scared. So you know, I started on the pill last month hoping this day would come." We weren't in my apartment five minutes before we were both naked and on my bed. I've read enough books on sex on what to do but with the woman I loved lying on my bed naked I could hardly think. I started by kissing her. First her lips and then her ears and down her neck. I put my hand below her breasts and slowly moved up and began to gently massage her breasts paying special attention to her nipples. She had such a beautiful body. She was lean, tight and muscled from playing sports. She was in such great physical condition. I have never known her to leave herself so vulnerable. There is no way I would ever hurt her, I loved her too much. After sucking on her nipples and making them hard I slid my face down to her tight tummy. I could feel the nervousness in her movements. I looked up at her face and she had tears in her eyes. I got scared. "What is it Jordan? Am I hurting you?" "God no! It's just that I realize I love you so much and hope I never lose you," she replied. "With God as my witness, I promise to be with you always." I leaned over and wiped away her tears and kissed her passionately before returning to her tummy. I put my hand on her trimmed mound and gently rubbed my fingers through the sparse hair. She had her legs together and slowly began to spread them. I replaced my hand with my face and began kissing her mound. The first thing to touch her pussy was my lips. Our first time together was not going to be fingers jabbing into her. She became very moist as I sucked and kissed the nub of her pussy. I did spread her lips slightly and could see her hymen was still in place. Thank God I've read all those manuals about women. Jordan is the last woman on earth I would ever want to hurt. I slowly pushed my tongue into her and she was making noises. She reached down and held my head against her all the time saying how much she loved me and how good it felt. It was now time. I raised up and asked her to put my cock at her entrance. I needed to know that this is truly what she wanted. She held it at her opening rubbing it up and down her now very wet opening. "Honey, you do know that it's going to hurt for a few minutes don't you?" She actually smiled at me and said, "I'm not an idiot Jeffery, just do it quickly." I shoved my cock into her breaking her hymen. I saw her wince and a tear run down her cheek but she hardly made a sound. I just held steady for a few seconds and then began to move slowly, in and out. She raised her legs and wrapped them as best she could around me. "Kiss me Jeffrey, kiss me now." I leaned over and as we kissed. We both began moving in a continuous movement. I told her I wouldn't be able to hold off very long. "You don't need to Jeffrey, I'm about to come," and she did. She screamed out how good it felt and how much she loved me. I was only seconds behind her as I came. I have never felt anything as good as coming long and hard in the woman I have loved for so long. I lay next to her and we cuddled until we regained our strength. "God, I love you so much. You're making all my dreams come true. Jordan I need for you to know that you complete me. No matter what I have learned, how much money I make, I'm still not whole without you." She had tears in her eyes as we kissed once again. **** Epilogue: We went on with our life but we did it together. After she completed her first year of college we got married. I went ahead and got a teaching degree so I could help others. It's been four years since our marriage. We couldn't be happier. I run my business from our new home. I have over a hundred employees who work on-line to help repair computers. One of my brothers is the accountant for the business. I do tutor students who need help. The coach and Mrs. Matthews are good friends of ours and recommend students for us to tutor. Jordan works as a nurse at one of the Doctors offices in town. She has taken two short sick leaves for the birth of our two kids. I watch them at home and if I have business to take care of we have our mothers who are more than willing to watch the kids. One day when my parents were over and the kids were playing on the floor Jordan came into the room and came over and kissed me. My mom started smiling. "What is it mom?" I asked. "I was remembering back when Jordan and her family moved away and you were crying. At the time I had told you that you would eventually get over her. You looked at me, even though you were just ten years old and said, 'Mom, This is not a puppy love'. You were right." Jordan looked at me with tears in her eyes and kissed me again. * Thank you for reading my story. Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear