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Ashley's Crate Training

By: Tappy_McWidestance



My name is Ashley. I am 39 years old, which is significant to my story because my fear of turning 40 drove my actions I am about to relate to you. I can't use a bad marriage or terrible kids as an excuse for my exploits. Yes I married very young, but my husband is a good man and even 19 years later is still attentive to my needs. At least he is when his is around. He has to travel for work and is gone several days a week.

I have two kids, twins in fact, 19 years old. Yes my getting pregnant spurred the haste to us getting married. Jack and Susan are a delight, though. My husband is able to make enough money that I could be a stay at home mom, although his travel is a direct consequence of that choice. My kids are now sophomores in college and away most of the year. Although I certainly could go back to work now, it proved difficult in this economy to get back into the job pool after 18 years. I never got my degree and don't have any meaningful experience, although I always claim raising two kids should count as management. Financially my having a minimum wage job, the only kind I could get, just for the sake of working didn't make sense. So I stayed a housewife even though with the kids out of the house there wasn't much work to do.

That's the exterior me that everyone sees. Happy, pretty and with a good life. And that's true. But there is another side of me. The darker side. The one that I had hidden away since the wedding. Growing up my father was a definite authority figure in our house. He was the one in charge of rules and discipline and both were very important. Not surprisingly, when I began to date, I looked for similar traits in my boyfriends. I always let my boyfriends take the lead from what we would do on dates to when we would start having sex. It was that second part that became problematic because the number of dates I required before sleeping with a boy became shorter and shorter. Of course word got around school and soon every boy in my class was hitting on me expecting me to take them to bed. I did have some standards in that most of the guys didn't possess the authoritative nature that turned me on so much. Of course those that did certainly could take whatever they wanted from me.

After I graduated high school I was determined to make a fresh start and get away from my easy reputation. In fact, I promised myself I would only date nice guys and that is how I met Tim. He was wonderful and didn't pressure me to have sex right away. Truthfully I was the one who made the first move with him after a couple of months because I was going crazy not having regular cock. Tim, being responsible, always wore a condom and always made sure I came. Unfortunately one night the condom failed and the rest was history. Still I've had a good life, without complaint, until that fateful night. My son and daughter had gone out picking up some last minute things they needed to be ready to go to college. Tim was out of town as usual. I borrowed my son's laptop because it was sitting in the family room and mine was in our home office upstairs. He didn't have a password on it so I figured why bother going to get mine. I wasn't snooping. Really I wasn't. But when I started to type in a web search I needed, the auto fill populated with a porn site. Now I'm no prude and I know young boys consume porn. My husband and I had always been very open with the kids about sex and they knew about our past. The part that surprised me was what kind of site popped up. It was a bondage sight. I'd never seen anything like what I saw on the splash screen for that website. Like I said, I'm not a prude so I wasn't particularly offended, but I was surprised he was looking at it. The site needed a password to go further and unfortunately his browser didn't save his. But the quick look was enough for me to click on his browser history to see what else he was into.

His history led me to a free movie site where he had been watching BDSM videos. Some were male dominant and some were female dominant but the submissives were always a woman. Or women. I also found links to a story website. I was afraid he would be coming home soon so I copied his history to a thumbdrive and left his laptop how I found it. He and his sister returned minutes later. I tried to play it cool, but what I really wanted was to go upstairs and look at more of his websites. But I'd already given them grief about not spending time with mom before they left in the morning until Thanksgiving, so I couldn't really sneak away. It wasn't until late that night after the kids went to bed that I could creep into our office. It felt dirty to sneak around the house trying not to wake them up. It felt dirtier that as I started to delve into what obviously aroused my son, I started to get turned on as well. But I'm sure it was for a different reason.

Since all the submissives in the videos and stories he had accessed were women, I was confident that he got off on fantasizing about being in charge of his partner. I, on the other hand, had an epiphany that I found it exciting because the dominants in each story, whether man or woman, had that elusive authoritarian trait I had been suppressing for so many years. I wasn't too thrilled watching one of the dominants spank or whip one of the submissives, but I did identify with the fact that they were taking what they wanted and not giving the sub a chance to resist. I saw myself in those characters and it made my pussy leak.

I was tempted to masturbate while sitting at the desk, but I didn't. I was never quiet when I orgasmed. Tim and I had to be discrete when we made love because I was always embarrassed about how noisy I was and I didn't want to disturb the kids. I was able to resist my urges while I was in the office and I had the wherewithal to clear my browsing history before I shut the computer down. I wasn't worried the kids would somehow find out what I'd been looking at since they were leaving in the morning, but I did have the foresight to think that if I forgot to cover my tracks, Tim might find out. And as nice as he was, I didn't think he would understand the content or my reaction to it.

That night in bed I did finger myself thinking about what I had seen. I didn't want to, but my pussy demanded it before she would allow me to fall asleep. As my arousal built and my desire to moan loudly became harder and harder to resist, I finally had to press my own face in a pillow to muffle the sound. Of course to do that I had to position myself face down lying on my stomach. It turns out I felt very submissive doing that and I quickly came while fingering myself. That was the first time I knew I felt submissive. I realized it was the same joyful lust I had felt as a teenager with the aggressive boys. I just hadn't know there was a word for it. 

The next morning after the kids left for school (a tearful goodbye from this mother) I went back to my computer and began looking through my son's links in more detail. This time I wasn't worried about being caught with my fingers in my pussy and I came loudly several times watching the videos and once reading a story. It was all just innocent pleasure up to this point. Tim knew I masturbated when he was gone and I knew he did the same. We enjoyed phone sex with each other when he traveled and even Skyped a couple of times, although I was always weary about that because the bedroom we used for an office was between the kids bedrooms. Now that they were gone, however, maybe we could do that more often, I mused.

That night, the last one Tim was on the road for the week, we did in fact Skype from his hotel room and it was hot. Without the kids around for me to worry about, I felt free to let myself go. Tim enjoyed it more than out usual phone sex too as he watched me masturbate and eventually shot a huge load himself. I fell asleep thinking maybe our empty nest years were going to be better sexually than our child rearing years. The next week when he was on the road, I tried to steer our conversations more toward him taking an aggressive tone. The hotel he was at didn't have good WiFi so we didn't video chat, but the phone sex was good. Alas he didn't take the tone I had hoped for so after we finished, I went back to the video site I had found from my son and pleasured myself again. 

Over the next few weeks the novelty of having the kids gone wore off and Tim and I fell back into our old habits. While not bad, our sex life did not satisfy me the way my newfound submissive masturbation did. It was at this point I also realized I was fast approaching forty years of age. Turning forty really shouldn't have been a big deal, but rightly or wrongly I thought of it as a junction where I'd no longer be young. I think it is what men call a midlife crisis or the seven-year itch, but I wanted to experience submission with a real dominant man before my birthday. It was at this point that two events that should have had nothing to do with each other converged to solve my unmet needs.

The first was my husband suggested we get a dog. We both liked dogs and we had a couple throughout our marriage but after our last dog died we had decided not to get another. My husband's reasoning was if I wasn't going back to work (he was fine with that) and since he was gone so often, a dog would provide some companionship in the home. That seemed reasonable. We ended up getting year old Jack Russell from a shelter. 

The second event was my habit of masturbation while online when Tim was out of town took a new twist when I started visiting chat rooms. I started doing it because, as I said, I wanted to experience true submission once before I turned forty in less than a month. After starting out in room designed for singles and cheating marrieds, I found that it didn't offer what I needed. That led me to a room more focused on BDSM. While the conversations were educational, again I didn't find what I was looking for. The guys either were not aggressive enough or the ones that were struck me as assholes. I was starting to lose hope until a message popped up from someone calling herself Mistress Suzanne. I'd seen her name in the chat room before but never conversed with her.

We started chatting with general subjects first and then she began to steer the conversation into more specifics delving into my experiences and needs. At first she seemed like a friend and we chatted about sex the way women do. But as she began to assert control over the conversation, and slowly over me, I began to feel her true nature as a Domme. If she had been a guy she would have been perfect. But as we talked over several nights, I began to feel less and less worried about that detail, especially since she lived across the country so there was no way I was going to actually meet her. Our conversations became role-plays, then phone calls and finally video chats. No matter what the medium they always ended up with Mistress Suzanne directing how I should masturbate. Her primary standing rule was I should not cum until she gave me permission. That was frustrating at first, but I must admit after the first few times it became a huge turn on. Then one night after I had followed her instructions and fucked myself while bent over my kitchen table (thank God for speakerphones) I realized I had an online Mistress. Our play had slowly become my submission. I thought about her constantly during the day and she had started to give me little tasks to complete when we were unable to talk. I enjoyed it, but it still wasn't what I was wanted to experience.

This is where the dog comes back into play. No not that way. I'd always been a firm believer in training classes for dogs and crate training when you are out of the house. Both my other dogs were happy to have the safety of their cages when we were gone. Soon after getting the dog I signed up for obedience class at our local pet superstore. Arriving the first evening of the class I was taken aback by the instructor. I'd taken classes at this store with my two other dogs and the instructors were usually the young kids that work there. They followed a script about how to train a dog and were pretty good. The classes were cheap, but the results were just OK. Apparently things had changed since I'd last taken a class. A woman, young thirties I'd estimate, now taught the class. Her name was Ms. Langston. She always referred to her self formally like that. No first names. She addressed the people in the class the same way. Either Mr, Ms. or Mrs. plus our last name as appropriate. While that struck me as unusual, how she dressed was even more unique.

During the first night introductions, Ms. Langston explained that she and her husband ran a horse stable and also had a small boarding and training kennel for dogs as well. Based on the way she was dressed I knew immediately she taught English riding. She was so refined there really was no doubt in my mind. She still had on her riding clothes. She explained that their farm was about half an hour out of town so she didn't had time to change before our class. That meant she was wearing skintight breeches than hugged her legs. I didn't want to admit I also snuck a peek at how they hugged her butt. She also had leather boots, a white shirt and a tailored riding jacket. She also had a short riding crop clipped to her waist. I thought that was out of place here. Her hair was up in a tight bun. I could picture her wearing a riding helmet. Although I had never been particularly attracted to a woman, at least in real life, she looked stunning. Maybe my sessions with Mistress Suzanne were wearing off on me. 

Ms. Langston was much firmer in her training methods than my past instructors had been. She never abused any of the dogs, but she wasn't above tapping them with her crop to get their attention. The same went for the owners. She didn't hit us hard, but a quick snap on the back of our hands would get our attention if we were not handling our dog correctly. A couple weeks into the class (and the week before my birthday) is where my two worlds converged.

Mistress Suzanne decided it was time for me to show my devotion to her by buying myself a collar to wear during our sessions. I didn't mind that and found it kind of exciting. However, her plan was also to humiliate me when buying it. Instead of buying it online, she wanted me to source it locally. She told me to go to an adult bookstore and to make sure the clerk knew it was for me when I picked it out. She also told me not to wear a bra under my shirt and to wear a skirt with no panties. She told me the humiliation would turn me on.

I didn't tell her, but there was no way I was going to walk into an adult bookstore by myself. I decided to buy the collar at the pet store since I would be there tonight for class anyway. At first I was going to skip wearing the skirt as well. Typically everyone at the class wore pants so I thought I would be out of place. I wasn't too worried about not wearing a bra. I am still perky enough up top to pull that off, although when I get excited my nipples become very prominent. Still, I didn't think I was going to get aroused so it should be OK. However the more I thought about it as the afternoon ticked away, the more I thought wearing a skirt and going commando under it would be exciting. I had not even touched myself but I could feel my pussy was moistening. At the last minute I decided to switch bottoms. I wore a white button down blouse and a black skirt that came to just above my knees. I felt scandalous for not wearing undergarments. I snapped a picture with three buttons open so Mistress could verify I wasn't wearing a bra. I didn't take an upskirt for her. I still wasn't quite that daring. After sending her an email I headed to class.

The other people in the class didn't seem to realize I was dressed differently during the class. They all wore their typical class clothes as did Ms. Langston, that is to say, she was wearing her sexy riding clothes again. Did I really just think she looked sexy? I shook my head trying to clear those thoughts. The class went well in that it was uneventful. Soon the hour of was up. Most of the people headed for the exit but a few hung around and were chatting. Ms. Langston went to the back of the store to what I assume was an office. She probably had to sign out on her time card. I stayed and talked to some of the other students. I wanted as many to leave before I picked out my collar. About five minutes later I had my chance.

To say that it was a weird experience to choose one's own collar would be an understatement. But it was also strangely arousing. I was trying to picture what I would look like in each of the thick black leather collars when I video chatted with Mistress Suzanne. My nipples began to betray my excitement and I could feel the wetness begin to seep into my pussy. I must have had tunnel vision because I didn't notice Ms. Langston had joined me in the aisle. When I finally reached for a collar, though, she made her presence known. With a sharp snap of her crop across the back of my hand, she got my attention. My pussy also gushed and my nipples stiffened.

"That collar is far to large for your dog, Ashley," she said emphatically.

I was stunned into silence. I let go of the collar and moved my hand to the next collar on the right. Ms. Langston's crop was resting against my hand as she drew it back and forth across my skin. 

"That one's the same size," she said. "Unless you have another dog I don't know about, you're going to be disappointed.

Mistress Suzanne had given me an order to tell the clerk the collar was for me, but I wasn't keen to tell Ms. Langston that. Still the touch of her crop against my skin was driving me wild. I felt conflicted. It was as if she could read my mind. My nipples were betraying me and she noticed. She slid the leather loop of her crop up my arm and then down my side ending up on my right breast. She then began to circle my nipple with the firm leather.

"So do you have another dog at home, Ms. Ashley?" she asked. Her tone demonstrated that she knew the answer. I turned beet red as humiliation washed over me. "No mam," I replied in a soft voice. Then I finally got the courage to complete Mistress Suzanne's task. "The collar is for me."

"Of course it is," she replied. "Your Master must be very proud of you."

"Mistress, mam," I said, again softly with my eyes looking down toward the floor. Actually they were looking at her boots and how they hugged her calves.

"Then we must find the proper collar for you," Ms. Langston offered.

She moved the crop off my nipple without commenting on how hard it had become or questioning why I wasn't wearing a bra. I bet she guessed that I was sans panties although she never commented on that or moved to verify it. I was a little disappointed actually that she stopped touching me. She did turn to look at the collars and picked out one for me very quickly. She then put it around my neck to check the fit. It was perfect, of course, just like her. She then chose a thick four-foot leash. 

"Shorter leashes are better for issuing corrections," she commented almost absentmindedly. "Is there anything else on your shopping list?"

"No, mam," I replied.

"Mam?" she repeated with an eyebrow raised. "I like that. Let's get you home to your Mistress."

I didn't mention that Mistress Suzanne lived across the country. I figured the least she knew the better. She led me to the front of the store to a checkout lane. There was a young boy working as a cashier. He seemed to know Ms. Langston and surprisingly didn't seem shocked to see me wearing a collar or for her to be holding the other end of a leash attached to it.

"Hi Billy," she said as he held the barcode scanner up to read my collar and leash. "Just put these on my account."


Ashley's Crate Training



"No problem," he said. After a few keystrokes a receipt printed out. She grabbed the receipt. "I'll hold on to this if you decide you want to return or exchange those," she told me. "Now run along I've got my own shopping to do."

She gave my butt a little swat as I passed her. No doubt the clerk got a thrill seeing her do that. My face was still burning with humiliation and my nipples were still on display and hard as rocks. They couldn't see it, but my pussy was soaked. I was surprised Ms. Langston didn't walk me to my car. She obviously knew the lifestyle and I would have liked to talk to her about it. But instead I walked into the cool night air. But the crisp air did nothing to chill my body heat. I put my dog in the backseat of my car and sat down in front. But I didn't leave. I slid my hand between my legs and under my skirt.

My pussy was on fire like it had never been before. Even just the hint of submitting to someone in real life had aroused me to the point I had to touch myself. With one hand on my pussy and one hand caressing my nipples through my blouse, I began to masturbate. I'd never done it in the car before, but at least it was dark out except for the parking lot lights. Still I hardly was concerned about getting caught. I was worried about getting off.

My hands were moving furiously. This was not a time for games and teasing. I began to sweat as my body began to over heat as warmth radiated out of my core. Almost immediately I felt like I was getting close. I had thoughts of calling Mistress Suzanne to ask for permission to cum. But then, out of the corner of my eye in the rear view mirror, I saw Ms. Langston wheeling a cart full of dog food to the trunk of the car parked opposite of mine. My thoughts immediately switched back to her and the feeling of her crop on my hand and nipple. Suddenly I wanted her approval not that of Mistress Suzanne. It was crazy, but I craved her endorsement. I pulled my hand out of my pussy and opened the door. I made it to her car as she put the last bag of dog food into the trunk. She didn't look surprised to see me. I felt lust coursing through my body.

I didn't know what to say, so like an idiot I just stood there. Ms. Langston turned and looked at me. I'm sure she knew what to say but chose not to say anything for at least 30 seconds letting the tension build between us. Finally she spoke. "Unbutton your blouse," she said in a firm and confident voice.

"Excuse me?" I replied.

"You heard me," she said.

I stood staring at her as I let her command sink into my brain. I was already standing in the parking lot wearing a dog collar and leash. My pussy was soaked and my nipples were hard. I knew if I didn't obey her she would leave. I wasn't ready for that to happen. It felt very natural to me to begin unbuttoning my blouse. I would not have objected if she had just ripped the buttons off my shirt. Actually I probably would have preferred that because with each button I unhooked, my brain was struggling with the question of whether I really should be doing this. If Ms. Langston had just torn my shirt from me, it wouldn't be my fault. But as it was, it was entirely my decision to open my shirt to her gaze.

When I was done, I watched as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Put the leash between your breasts and hold your blouse open," she commanded. When I acquiesced to her demand she told me to, "Smile," and snapped a picture of me. When she turned her camera around I could see my body illuminated by the phone's flash and the lit store sign in the background. Ms. Langston then started tapping away on the screen. My knees began to feel weak as I envisioned that picture beginning its journey around the Internet. Ms. Langston appeared to read my mind about my concern.

"I just sent your picture to my husband. I asked him if he wanted me to bring you home as a new pet."

"I don't understand," I replied. "I'm not a pet."

Ms. Langston shut her trunk and took my hand leading me over next to the drivers' door. She then spun me around and pushed me back against her car. Quick as a flash, I felt her hand sliding under my skirt. I blushed again just like in the store as she found my arousal. This time though, instead of my hard nipples, she found my dripping pussy. She easily slid two fingers inside of me and started rubbing my clit with her thumb. My body slumped against the car and immediately surrendered to her touch.

"See," she cooed. "Your body knows what you need even if your brain will not admit it yet."

Her touch was electric. No woman had never touched me sexually, but at that moment it didn't matter. I'd been close to orgasming when I masturbated in my car and I knew she would bring me off in a matter of moments. The fact that she was doing this to me in public only heightened the experience. I was starting to feel light headed as my orgasm approached. Then I heard her phone chirp. She stopped fingering me, pulling her fingers out of me, and picked up her phone.

She read the message and then looked at me. "My husband approves of you." After she said that she slid her fingers back inside of me. "We are looking for a new sub to serve us and help in the kennel," she told me. I was tempted to accept right away, but I was moaning too much. "Have you ever done puppy play?" she asked me. 

Breathlessly I replied, "No."

"We would train you to act as our puppy. You will only crawl and you will only bark not speak. You will be disciplined if you act poorly. In return we will pleasure you and give you the guidance you obviously need."

Her fingers were working magic on my clit and her finger fucking me was divine. But I was skeptical about being a puppy. A fact that I made clear to her.

"I understand," she replied. "It's not for everyone. But you are about to cum on my hand." She moved in closer to me so our lips were almost touching and I could feel her body pressing against mine. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but I was worried she would stop if I did. "When you cum, you will feel a great relief. You will know that I brought you off and that your proper place is with me holding your leash."

She began fucking me harder. She was right that I was about to cum.

"You will come home with me tonight and we will test your aptitude as a sub."

"No, I can't. Not tonight," I said struggling to speak in between twinges of my building climax. Then I added, "My husband is waiting for me. He goes out of town tomorrow."

"Are you saying you'll be ours tomorrow?" she asked temporarily stopping her fingering of me as if to say if I didn't agree, she wouldn't bring me off. She was exerting her control over my most basic emotions. When I agreed, practically shouting, "Yes, yes, tomorrow I will be your dog," she began speedily rubbing my clit again. Her fingers also began tapping the inner wall of my pussy behind my clit. That was a new sensation for me and also was the last straw of me holding out. I came forcefully with my pussy clamping down on her fingers. She snickered because she knew I belonged to her now.

I was riding her fingers as my orgasm crashed over my body. My back was rubbing against her car as I tried to milk every last bit of my climax out of my body. I probably would have fallen to the ground if she had not been holding me. She kept her fingers inside of me, but she moved back to arms length to snap another picture. Or maybe she took a video of me climax. At that moment I didn't care what she did as long as she kept rubbing my clit until my orgasm was played out. When I finally calmed down she pulled her fingers out of me and put them to my lips. She certainly knew what buttons to push to humiliate me. I'd never tasted my own juices before yet there I was in the parking lot licking her fingers clean and savoring my flavor. When I was done she spun me around to face her car. Then I felt the zipper on my skirt being pulled down. I was too emotionally spent to offer any resistance.

She removed my skirt, tossed it on the roof of her car and then began to squeeze my buttocks. She also pulled them apart as if she was inspecting me. "Nice ass," she told me. "Very spankable, your pussy is tight and your asshole looks virginal. But we'll take care of that."

She obviously just made a promise for her husband to ass fuck me. I'd always resisted that, but I knew if they required it, I would do it. My resistance to going home with her right then was also starting to fade. I guess I was lucky that she remembered my husband was waiting for me at home. He probably was already wondering why I was late. Ms. Langston released my ass, took my leash in her right hand and picked up my skirt off her car. She then walked me back over to my car. Before she let me sit down, however, she tossed my skirt on the roof of my car and dropped the leash. With both hands she brushed open my blouse and pinched my nipples firmly and held on. "What time tomorrow does your husband leave?"

I was caught off guard by the shock of pain as she squeezed my nipples harder. "His flight is at 9am," I stammered. "I'll drop him at the airport about 7:30."

"I will expect you at our farm by 8:30," she told me. "Wear your collar, leash and a short dress. Wear nothing else and bring nothing else except your dog. He can enjoy a doggie daycare day. When does your husband come home?"

"Friday at 4," I told her praying she would release my nipples soon.

"If things go well, expect to spend the week with us," she said. I nodded. She finally released my nipples and I got into the driver's seat. "Now go home and fuck your husband. I'm sure he will miss you this week so treat him right. Suck his cock and let him choose the position he wants to fuck you. You may find him not as satisfying as in the past. That is to be expected as I have shown you a new way. Leave your skirt off until you get home. We will see you tomorrow." With that she shut my door and walked back to her car. My pussy was throbbing and aching for her touch. But that would have to wait. I had my instructions for tonight.

Tim was very pleased with my enthusiasm about our love making that night, although my thoughts were elsewhere and I didn't climax when he fucked me. The next morning I couldn't figure out how to wear a short dress when I took him to the airport and not look like I was happy he was leaving, so I put on my usual jeans and a t-shirt. He was also confused why I brought the dog, but I told him the dog would miss him too and wanted to say goodbye. I also snuck a tiny black cocktail dress into my bag. My plan was to change in a rest area bathroom that was near the Interstate exit by the Langston's farm. I felt very naughty stripping down in that bathroom although I don't think anybody noticed that I had transformed myself from dowdy to sex kitten. I arrived at the farm right on time.

There was a formal stone gate and a long driveway that led up to their farmhouse. There was a large wrap around covered porch overlooking a parking area. Beyond the house was a large barn with more parking in front of it. I could see a fenced area behind the barn. That must be the horse ring. There was another building set apart from the barn with smaller fenced areas. I could hear barking. That must be the kennel I realized. I wasn't sure what to do, so I buckled the collar around my neck, attached the leash and walked toward the house. My dog was confused about where we were as well.

It was a surreal feeling ringing the doorbell knowing I was there to give my body to people I didn't really know. I only knew Ms. Langston from class and one of the best orgasms of my life. I'd never me her husband. He was the one who opened the door. He looked me up and down and then introduced himself as Ron, but I was to call him Sir. He then told me to remove my dress and to hang it over the porch rail. I had yet to say a word to this man but he clearly expected me to strip naked while standing outside. He manner was firm, but not mean. I immediately understood that if I didn't complete this first task, my day here would come to a quick conclusion. I reached behind me to unzip the dress. He could have helped. I suppose I would have felt better if his hands were on my body because I could imagine it was a lover removing my clothes, but he didn't. He let me struggle just a bit with the zipper and then I was done. I was standing naked, collared, leashed and out in the open in front of a stranger. And it was exhilarating. 

"My wife tells me you are a nasty slut," he told me. "I have to go to my office for a while, but before I leave, let's find out if she is right. On your knees."

It was the moment of truth. I knew what he meant and if I followed his order, I would soon be sucking his cock. I didn't hesitate. Neither did he. It had been over 20 years since I had been with any man other than my husband. I'd forgotten cocks had different sizes and tastes. Mr. Langston was a bit longer and definitely wider than my husband, but not by much. It was thrilling to have him push his hard cock past my lips. It was even more thrilling when I went to use my hand and he rebuked me saying, "Just your mouth, bitch. Grab your ankles with your hands."

That bent me tilting backward me so I was looking up at him. I felt very subservient. He didn't ram is cock in and out of my mouth like I expected. He didn't face fuck me. He just let me suck him and use my tongue to tease his cock. He also didn't cum. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out and grabbed my nipples. A quick upward tug instructed me to stand. He then told me to face the porch railing and bend over.

"My wife told me you were soaking last night even before she touched you. Let's see if that is a habit for you?" he said.

I felt the head of his cock slide against my pussy lips. I might not have been as wet as when Ms. Langston fingered me, but I was plenty aroused for him to slide his cock inside of me. But much like when I sucked him, he just took things slow. He didn't powerslam me or even put much effort into it at all. He just slowly slid his cock in and out. He didn't reach beneath me to rub my clit and he didn't reach around to tease my nipples. He just have me long, slow, deep strokes. Please don't think I was complaining as his cock felt amazing, I just expected him to be more aggressive. 

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked and I confessed that I had not.

"If you end up serving us, we will correct that oversight," he told me. When he pulled out I briefly thought he meant right then, but instead he told me to get on my knees again. I thought he might be ready to shoot on me or blast into my mouth, but instead he told me to "clean off your slut juices."

I sucked him back into my mouth being careful not to use my hands. I made quick work gobbling up my pussy juice from his dick. He then pulled it out of my mouth and took two steps back before he began stroking his cock. "Do you think you have earned my cum?" he asked. I thought for a moment before responding, "Only if you think I did. I would love to taste your cum, but whether I do or not, it is your decision."

I figured he was just teasing me. He did comment that I had given him "a good answer," but then he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up. 

"My wife is in the kennel doing the morning chores. Take your dog with you and go and help her. If she decides you are worthy, I'll cum on you when I get home."

With that, he walked out to his car and drove away. I'd never been with a man who had fucked me that didn't cum. I questioned whether I had done something wrong or whether he was just exercising tremendous self-control. Either way I had to find Ms. Langston. It felt strange walking naked around the side of the house and over to what I assumed was the kennel. I wondered if anybody was working in the horse barn who might see me. If anybody did, they did not make their presence known. When I walked into the kennel, Ms. Langston was busy feeding the dogs. She was just wearing jeans and a tank top, but she still looked good. She looked up at me and said, "You're late."

I made the excuse that her husband had detained me, but it didn't fly. I suppose that was part of their game, especially when she said I would have to be punished. I knew that was coming sometime today, but I guess I didn't expect it so soon. I agreed that I had been tardy and promised that it wouldn't happen again. Ms. Langston said my punishment could wait. The first order of business was to make sure the dogs were taken care of. That meant feeding them, giving them fresh water and finding a spot for my dog. The kennel allowed the dogs access to an outdoor dog run which is where most of them went to the bathroom. After I was done feeding them, I had to go around the outside to clean up the poop and hose down the urine. It wasn't that unpleasant as it sounds. The design of the kennel made it pretty easy. It was just weird because I was naked. I did see a pickup truck arrive by the horse barn. I young man got out and I recognized him as Billy from the pet store. He saw me as well and waved politely. Then he went into the barn. I guess having a naked, collared and leashed woman walking around the farm wasn't unusual to him. 

Finally the dogs were taken care of and I wondered what punishment was in my future. I was sweating a bit from the work and warm temperatures outside, but Ms. Langston didn't seem concerned. She told me she had an outfit picked out to begin my training, but first I had to be disciplined for being late. She took my leash and started leading me toward the barn. When I realized our destination after we had passed the house, I resisted. She tugged on the leash. I balked.

"What is your problem?" she asked.

"Please, not in front of Billy," I responded almost tearfully.

"Do not worry about him," she told me. "You must learn to trust me."

That was easier said than done. I'd already fucked one man this morning and in the process cheated on my husband. I was confident Billy would demand the same and that Ms. Langston would approve of it. I may be submissive, but I wasn't ready to fuck just anybody. She tugged on my leash again. "Trust me," echoed through my head as I begrudgingly followed behind her.

Billy was inside the barn and I quickly realized why he didn't think anything was strange about me parading around the kennel naked. He was naked too. He wasn't wearing a collar, though. He had on a harness that looked similar to an English style bridle but was sized for a human head. It was complete with a bit in his mouth preventing him from speaking. He also had leather cuffs on his wrists, although they were not attached to each other. He was busily mucking the stalls and had worked up quite a sweat in the poorly ventilated barn. It also smelled strongly of horses. I suppose that was to be expected. 

Ms. Langston ordered him to "Get some cuffs and two spreaders," and he quickly moved out of the stall he was working on and into a room I would later learn was the tack room. "That boy is a hard worker and he had lots of stamina. He can come four of five times a day," Ms. Langston said as if she was bragging about having him under her control. Billy returned holding four cuffs and two metal rods. He knelt down to attach the cuffs to my ankles and I noticed he put his nose right next to my pussy and inhaled deeply. By the time he stood to repeat the process on my wrists, his cock was starting to stiffen, a fact that Ms. Langston noticed. When he finished with me she stood next to me and took his cock in her hand and started stroking it. Billy reached full hardness with little effort on her part.

"Billy," Ms. Langston began to chastise him, "Is this the way to treat a guest who is a long way from getting a hard cock today?"

I wasn't sure what she was talking about but Billy appeared to know. "No Mam," he said. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. Her pussy smells so good."




Ashley's Crate Training



"Go fetch my crop," she told him and he and his hard cock went back to the tack room.

"Sorry about that," she told me although I didn't know why she was apologizing. I was kind of flattered that he got hard just sniffing me. "It's so difficult to find good help who can follow instructions these days."

Not getting an erection was kind of a strange job instruction, but I was in no condition to defend him. My pussy was wet and my nipples were hard. I was as excited as he was, it just didn't show. Billy returned with the crop and Ms. Langston told him to stand facing me and put his hands behind his head. She then began to slowly walk around us. I figured we both were about to get a punishment with the crop. I was wrong. After two circuits around us, Ms. Langston asked Billy if he was ready. His cock was still hard even though it had not been touched for a few minutes. Ah the joy of youth. I didn't see it coming, but I'm sure Billy expected Ms. Langston to snap the crop across the tip of his cock. He flinched, but didn't cry out. Then she hit him again. Then she started to stroke it again. She looked me in the eyes while she did that.

"Billy needs discipline much like you do," she said. "He only cums when I tell him or those two love taps will seem like a walk in the park to him. If I accept you in my service, you will have the same rule and your punishment for failing me will be just as severe." She then started to cup his balls. I saw him wince as she squeezed them.

"I have not let him cum for a week. He's got a serious case of blue balls and will do anything to release the pressure. Perhaps later I'll have you suck him off to tease him. We'll see if he can resist you." I could tell by the look on Billy's face he did not like that idea. At his age a week is an eternity. He must be in a lot of pain. I didn't quite understand why he didn't just jerk off at home. Finally Ms. Langston released her grip on his balls. He looked at least somewhat relieved.

"Get back to work, Billy," she commanded. "Rachael complained that her stall was not being taken care of properly."

"Yes, Mam," he replied. 

"Mam, may I ask a question?" I said.

"Yes you may," she said approvingly.

"Who is Rachael?" I asked.

"She's one of the women who board their horses here. She's older than the young girls who take lessons and spend mommy and daddy's money. Rachael has her own money and she is a bitch. She's pretty arrogant too and treats Billy very poorly. Of course he loves it. But enough about her, it is time for your punishment."

Ms. Langston had me walk under a beam high up in the barn. She then made quick work of attaching the two spreader bars between my wrists and ankles. Then she threw a rope over the beam and tied one end to my wrist spreader. Then she called out for Billy to help. The poor young man was still hard. I just didn't understand how Ms. Langston thought he could control that. I guess she just like teasing him or maybe he just liked his punishment. But this time instead of stroking him, Ms. Langston bent over and took his cock in his mouth, but only for a moment. She gave him just a few quick licks and then stood back up. His boner was raging and glistened with her saliva and probably some pre-cum. 

"Mommy really wants to fuck you and let you cum, baby," she teased him. "Now help me get this slut ready for her punishment."

I watched as she tapped her crop on his cock again, but didn't hit it. Maybe she knew from his pre-orgasm ooze that if she hit him he would orgasm. I'd never seen anything like what was playing out in front of me and I felt sorry for him. I wished I could relieve him, but that was not to be. Ms. Langston went to the tack room herself while Billy attached the rope to a manual winch and began winding up the slack and finally lifting me off the ground. I was suspended two feet above the barn floor and held in a spread eagle position. I'd laid in bed holding my arms and legs apart fantasizing about a cruel Master using me and it was about to happen by a Mistress. My pussy was leaking slut juice down my thigh. Billy returned after securing the rope and took another sniff of my pussy. I'm sure he would have loved to do more but was afraid of getting caught. His cock was so beautiful I would have loved to have it inside of me. But we both would have to wait for that. Ms. Langston returned holding a flogger. She dismissed Billy to get back to his chores. Then she looked at me.

"If I accept you as a sub I will train you to be a puppy slave much like I training Billy to be my horsy slave. From this point forward you will wear what I tell you to wear, not speak unless spoken to and even then, when you are in puppy mode, you will only make dog sounds. You will fuck who I tell you to fuck, suck who I tell you to suck and only cum when I command you. You will live here when your husband is out of town and you will be punished when you misbehave or whenever I chose to do so for my own amusement. I'm going to flog and crop you now. If you are good I might finger you and let you cum. After I am done I expect you to give me your decision about joining out merry band of perverts. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mam," I replied truthfully.

"Very well. Let's begin," she said.

The first impact from her flogger set my back on fire. I shrieked in pain. "No worries," Ms. Langston said. "We're far enough off the road that nobody will hear you and I like when my subs scream." The second lash hurt more than the first and I started to cry. I had no clue how this was sexual. Ms. Langston began to alternate between the flogger and the crop. I was slowly spinning around from the impacts allowing her to work all over my body without the need for her to move. Billy would pop his head out every so often to change stalls. His cock was finally at half-staff, although I doubted that would please Ms. Langston if she noticed. But since she was working on me, I suppose it didn't matter. After she was satisfied that my flesh was covered in red streaks from her punishment, she pushed two fingers inside of me and started rubbing my clit with her thumb just like she had done last night. Only this time I didn't have to worry about being caught by a passerby and I was free to moan and beg her to let me cum. 

I suppose it wasn't a shock that she didn't let me orgasm. I was falling deeply under her control by this point and she was proving that fact to me with every word and every action. When she called Billy out to help lower me, he was a sweaty mess from all the hard work he was doing in the stall. He cock was back to full erection, apparently excited by listening to me beg for the orgasm he craved as well. Of course Ms. Langston was not amused and ordered us both outside. 

By now it was about 11 and Ms. Langston said that Billy needed to clean up before the patrons started arriving. I couldn't believe two hours had gone by. I guess time flies when you are tied up and begging for an orgasm. She also said I needed cleaning before being allowed in the house. Her idea of cleaning was a high-pressure rinse from a garden hose. That was bad enough as the well water was cold, cold cold. But the worse part was she told us to wrap our arms around each other. Here we were, I wanted to get fucked in the worst way and my arms were around a strong young man with a hard cock pressing up against my pussy. It would be easy for me to guide him inside me and just let him drill me standing upright. Although Billy apparently had great self-control, I don't think he could have resisted the charms of my tight pussy. I would have stolen Ms. Langston's giant load of his cum and I knew both of us would be in trouble if that happened. So we just held each other tightly while she hosed us off. After she was done with our backs she had us let go of each other so she could wash our fronts. The cold water stung my chest more than it had my back. I watched in disappointment as she concentrated on Billy's cock sending is erection shriveling away. I hoped for his sake Ms. Langston would have pity on him later.

Convinced we were now clean, Ms. Langston dropped the hose and Billy turned it off. He then returned to the barn, I assume to take off his bridle and put on his clothes. I was led to the house. Before I was allowed inside though, I received more instructions at the door.

"You are free to go at any time. If you stay until midnight, I will assume you want to service my husband and I as our sub. Unless I tell you otherwise, whenever you are in the house you are my pet doggie. You will only crawl, you will not use your hands to grab things and you will not speak unless spoken to and will respond, unless given instructions to use words, with barks. You are not allowed on the furniture. You will follow commands without question and you will pleasure us at any time in any way we required. Do you understand my requirements?"

I wasn't sure how to bark-speak, "Yes, Mistress," I felt it was appropriate to call her that at this point, so I just nodded. She pointed toward the ground and I dropped to my hands and knees. She opened the door and led me inside. 

The house was a typical farmhouse design. There were lots of small rooms as opposed to big open spaces. There was a guest bedroom on the first floor. Mistress unclipped my leash, but left my collar on. I followed her around the house crawling behind her as she gave me the tour. She didn't take me downstairs. She told me that was their playroom and that I had to earn my entry to it. She did take me upstairs. There were two bedrooms. She showed me the master bedroom. It was dominated by a king size bed and what looked like a hope chest at the end covered in a blanket.

The other bedroom had been pressed into service as a giant walk in closet. Ms. Langston had a section for riding clothes, a section for casual clothes, a section for formalwear and a section that I would describe as for fetishwear. It was that section that she led me to. There was special outfit that was reserved for me. She took it off the rack and it was clear it was a doggie costume. But it wasn't the kind of adult doggie costume you would get at a costume shop. This one was made of a black lyric/spandex blend that would obviously hug my body like a second skin. Unlike my skin, however, there were cutouts giving access to my breasts, pussy and ass. There also was built in gel knee pads and palm pads plus fur attached down the back and a hood with fur and ears. Mistress had to help me put it on because I had no clue how to do it. I didn't see the hidden zipper and even knowing that, it was a challenge to stretch it over my body. Ms. Langston didn't seem to mind helping. In fact she got plenty of feels of my body in while she did it. I'd been aroused before, but by the time she was done dressing me, my pussy was on fire.

She had me kneel in a sit position while she took her clothes off and sat in a chair. The she clapped her hands and said, "Come." I crawled over to her and knelt between her legs. She put a hand on my head and pulled my mouth against her pussy. She knew that eating a woman was a new activity for me so she gave me pointers and even praise when I did well. Apparently I took to pussy licking "like a duck to water," and that I was "a natural born slut." Her praise made me happy. I knelt between her legs and ate her pussy until she had three orgasms. Then she said it was time for her afternoon ride. I remained on the floor as she picked out her riding outfit. I wanted to help dress her so badly so I could finally get my hands on her body, but of course a doggie doesn't have that skill set so I could only watch. As she dressed I wondered if her afternoon ride was on a horse or on Billy. When she was ready she walked downstairs and I scampered behind her like a, well like a needy puppy. She patted my head before she walked out the door and told me "to be a good doggie and not get into trouble." I whimpered. She played along. "What's wrong doggie?"

What was wrong was I needed to go to the bathroom. I knew there was one next to the guest bedroom so I crawled to its door and used my head to point toward it. While we had been playing I had not realized it had been hours since I had gone to the bathroom and I really needed to go. 

"Oh, does doggie need to go outside?" she said in a mocking tone. I was still learning how to respond in bark speak so I wasn't sure what to say. I whimpered again.

"Well go get your leash and I'll take you out," she said. That certainly wasn't the response I wanted, but my bladder told me not to argue. So did my pussy because I wasn't going to quit until I had at least one massive orgasm from this experience. I crawled over to where Mistress had dropped the leash when we first came in. I had to pick it up with my mouth since I was not allowed to use my hands and then I crawled back to her. She was still standing near the bathroom. She could have followed me, but that would have been too easy. She took the leash, patted my head and clipped the leash to my collar. She then tugged the leash and said, "Heel."

Exiting the front door, still on my hands and knees, I noticed a car had joined Billy's truck by the barn. I wondered if it belonged to Rachael. I didn't have time to worry about it, though, because Mistress was already getting upset that I was cutting into her ride time. She told me to, "Go already," and tugged on the leash. It was probably the single most humiliating event in my life to squat down and pee while I wore the sexy dog costume and my new Mistress held my leash. I prayed nobody else would see me as urine poured out of me. I also hoped it didn't get on the costume.

When I was done Mistress asked if I had to poop. I shook my head. Did she expect me to do that in the yard too? My head was spinning at the mere thought of doing that. Ms. Langston then led me back into the house, took off my leash and hung it on a hook by the door. Then she walked out and shut the door. I was alone in her house and I felt the same separation anxiety that I had heard dogs experience when their owner leaves. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to lick her pussy more. I really wanted her to get me off again. But more than anything, I just wanted to be a good doggie and a good sub. 

After a few minutes my brain got past that she wasn't coming back for a while so I decided to explore the house. I didn't stand up though. I figured in this day and age of security cameras, I probably was being recorded. That meant no masturbation either although I longed to get my fingers in my pussy. I crawled over to the basement door and I considered opening it and exploring the playroom below, but then I thought about the cameras again. I probably would be punished for walking but I might be dismissed for going into the playroom without permission. I decided to climb upstairs again and look through all the clothes Mistress had accumulated. I found a couple additional dog costumes, a few maid's costumes, some cat suits and lots of riding clothes. Then I crawled into the master bedroom. Realizing I might be able to see the riding arena, I sat up tall and looked out of the window. I could only see a portion of the fenced area around the barn, but I did spy Mistress trotting on her horse. I imagined her pussy bouncing up and down on the leather saddle while cradled by her tight pants. No wonder she liked riding I theorized. Then I saw another woman. Like my Mistress she was impeccably dressed in a similar riding outfit. She was just as fit and trim as Mistress except she had long red hair in a pony-tail hanging down beneath her helmet. That had to be Rachael. She looked like a Rachel. The main question was where was Billy. My mind wandered wondering how much Rachael knew of his fetishes. Did she tease him like Mistress had or was she just a natural bitch to him? I could picture him bound the way I was earlier only both woman had worked him to a fever pitch and then left him with no way to relieve himself. I actually thought of sneaking into the barn and helping him. If he was bound and helpless I could just take his full load and he couldn't do anything about it. But as well as he was trained, he'd probably scream so I would get caught before I got him off. Then I would be the one in trouble. Sorry Billy. You'll have to suffer as long as Mistress decrees.

My time alone was frustrating. I wanted to masturbate, but I knew that wasn't allowed. I couldn't even watch TV since I wasn't supposed to use my hands to turn it on. I just had to lie on the floor and wait for Mistress or Master to return. When she finally did, I jumped onto all fours and wiggled my butt just like a dog would to show how happy I was that she returned. She pet my head and then walked past me. I was disappointed she had not given me more attention. I crawled after her hoping she would give me more interest. She went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. Then she asked if I was thirsty. I barked "Yes" and she proceeded to fill a dog bowl with water and set it on the floor. I still had not acclimated to acting like a dog so it was degrading to have to lick my drink. But I did it. She said, "Good girl."

After I drank my water, she led me back outside to pee again. My face burned with shame, but I was a good doggie and squatted down and relieved myself. Then she had me crawl to the kennel and help her with the dogs again. I was getting sweaty and felt nasty in my dog suit. But my arousal never abated. I could only hope she would soon give me relief and not just tease me like she did with Billy.

Once the dogs were taken care of, we went back into the house. Ms. Langston sat on the couch and I knelt at her feet. She continued to pet my head as she began to watch TV. About ten minutes later she pointed to a box on the floor next to the TV and told me that was my toy chest. She told me to crawl over to it and bring back a glass butt plug I would find. Fortunately the box didn't have a lock since I had to use my mouth to open it. It was a challenge to dig through the toys and find the one she wanted. There were dildos, vibrators and a flogger sitting on top. The plug being heavier fell to the bottom along with some smaller toys. I had to root around head first in the box. The combination of smells was intoxicating. I finally got too it and was able to bit it and bring it back to Ms. Langston. She then sent me back to the box to retrieve some lube, although she gave me the option not to use any. I scurried back to the box and brought her a bottle of the slippery stuff. She then hand me kneel with my butt in the air and had me reach back and spread my ass cheeks. As a result my face was pressed against the floor. My head was turned so I could see her boots. It was a perfect example of our relative positions in the relationship.

Ms. Langston used a generous amount of lube and rubbed my ass while she pressed the plug into me. Once it was firmly seated, Ms. Langston got up to wash her hands. She had not told me to change positions so I stayed face down holding my ass open. I could only imagine what I must look like. She was talking on her cell phone when she returned. Apparently Mr. Langston was giving her his eta. When she hung up she told me to follow her. She led me back toward the front door.

"When Mr. Langston returns, he likes to have his doggie greet him at the door," she told me. "Kneel as upright as you can and look up at him. Keep your front paws together so your arms push your boobs together. Stay in that position until he gives you a different command. Usually he will want a blowjob. Just kneel. Don't use your hands. He will guide you with what he wants. Sometimes he will cum in your mouth, sometimes on your face or tits and sometimes he will want to fuck you. Other times he will want to fuck me and some days he doesn't want anything. Do you understand?"