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Pet Training: A Journey 2 Submission

By: silkstockingslover



Summary: A bi-curious MILF doctor submits to a young seductive nurse.

Note 1: This is a 2012 Halloween Contest Story.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 and LaRacasse for editing. 

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Breanne's mid-life crisis hit in September, two weeks after her forty-first birthday, one month after her youngest, Addison, moved away to college. She had been single for a few years, her husband having cheated on her with his secretary (cliché, but fucking true). 

Years of failed dates with single men who were single for a reason had her questioning if she would ever find love again. Then fate had her considering other options. A night out with friends, a drunken kiss with a much younger girl on the dance floor at the bar, stirred in her feelings she had never considered before.

The girl, whose name she never learned, complimented, shocking me, "You are hot."

Breanne stammered surprised, "W-w-what?"

Before Breanne could say more, she was kissed by the pretty younger girl. She stood frozen and paralyzed by the sudden kiss. After a brief moment, Breanne returned the kiss, with a sudden hunger, a sudden urgent passion. She melted into the younger girl and was disappointed when the kiss was broken and the younger girl sauntered away with a smile on her face. She stood there with a dazed look on her face while her colleagues teased her with jokes about switching sides and isn't she too young for you. Breanne feigned it was no big deal even as the young girl's strawberry lipstick lingered on her lips.

One kiss and Breanne began to wonder about her sexuality.

One kiss and Breanne began to crave more.

One kiss and Breanne began to notice women in a way she never had before. Oh sure she could tell when a woman was attractive, but that was it. Occasionally she was jealous and wished she had breasts that impressive or an ass that perfect, but mostly nothing more, nothing less.

One kiss and Breanne became curious.

One kiss and Breanne began noticing other young girls, especially the candy strippers and nurses at work.

One kiss and everything changed.

After a couple weeks of denial, where suddenly she noticed a woman's large breasts, long legs or firm ass, Breanne couldn't ignore her growing curiosity. She ended up online and reading advice columns about coming out, being bi-curious and so forth. The more she read the more she became confused by her growing feelings.

Breanne began watching online porn and reading lesbian erotica. Although she enjoyed all the stories she read, the ones that focused on younger seducing older really got her wet. She imagined herself being seduced by a young nurse or a patient's daughter. The more she read the more she also began to wonder if she was submissive. She had never considered herself as such, being a doctor was one of the most aggressive, but always in control type of jobs anyone could have and she was very good at her job. 

Yet, as she reflected back on all her relationships, she recognized a pattern. She liked men who took control; she liked men who knew what they wanted; she liked men who demanded things from her in the bedroom; she liked men who made her their fuck-toy. Yet, once sex was done she felt ashamed and promised herself she would not allow herself to sink to such submissive extremes again. 

Also, in retrospect, Breanne had changed herself many times for men. She had worn her hair the way her men liked; she tried to enjoy the insipid sports her men enjoyed. Lastly, she started wearing stockings for one of her ex's back in college because that was his fetish and she continued wearing them to impress other men ever since. Wearing silk stockings made her feel sexy and she still wore them almost every day, even under her scrubs at work.

Breanne couldn't quite get the idea of submission out of her head. She obviously had been submissive with her men and had always been one who liked to make people happy.

One kiss had changed everything for Breanne and made her reconsidered everything. The more lesbian stories she read the more and more curious she became. She began to notice women's breasts, stared at women's asses and noticed women's legs in nylons, especially while at work. 

So after a month of fantasy, a month of questioning her sexuality and a month of being distracted, it all came to a climatic clash during Halloween.

On the October 30th, a fairly new young nurse, who had worked the same shift as Breanne only twice, was on again. Ever since Breanne met her, she felt the urge to kiss her, something about her drew Breanne to her. Breanne cursed the sexual Gods who were probably amused at the temptation they had placed before her. 

The young nurse was named Zandi, with a 'Z' she told her when they first met, as Zandi brushed her long red hair out of her model-like face. Her green eyes would make any man melt and Breanne's legs actually gave out a bit when they first touched, a simple shaking of their hands. Unlike almost all nurses who wore practical white sneakers or flats, Zandi wore three inch heels. When they first met Breanne's first thought was to look at her feet and wonder what color the young nurses' toenails were. Breanne was clearly becoming more and more obsessed with the thought of submission to a younger woman, as she couldn't even remember the last time her fantasies included a man and she was having frequent naughty fantasies at work. 

All day when Zandi was in Breanne's peripheral vision, she was distracted by her. Usually at work she was always in control, yet on this day she stammered when talking and couldn't focus. Her pussy was dripping wet and right before lunch, she was working the 6am-2pm shift, she did something she had never done before, she masturbated at work. Her orgasm was intense as she imagined the young red haired nurse taking her to this very bathroom and making her submit to the young hot nurse. The thought of being on her knees, in the bathroom, to a younger woman who was technically there to assist her made it more humiliating and thus the orgasm more intense. 

Once Breanne recovered from her orgasm, she shook her head at her weakness and reprimanded herself, 'Get a hold of yourself.'

The rest of the shift was better for Breanne, although the wetness in her panties was uncomfortable and a constant reminder of what she had done.

Just as Breanne's shift was ending, she saw Zandi again leaning on a desk, her foot slipping in and out of her heel. Breanne watched the young redhead beauty's foot like it was a hypnotist's watch. Breanne caught quick glances of Zandi's purple toenails and imagined herself kneeling at them. Her pussy tingling again, she was brought back to reality by a colleague.

"You are still dressing up as a nurse tomorrow?" Breanne's colleague asked.

Distracted, but turning to look at Dr. Wilkes, Breanne babbled, "Um, y-y-yeah." All the doctors on the morning shift of Halloween had agreed it would be ironic to all dress as nurses, although potentially confusing patients and visitors. 

"You ok? You seem distracted," the early thirties brunette doctor observed.

Breanne recovered quickly. "What? No, just tired I guess, I didn't sleep well last night." This was very true as she woke up a few times in a sweat from consistent naughty dreams of lesbian submission.

"You look exhausted, go get some shut-eye," Dr. Wilkes advised.

"That is the plan," Breanne replied, realizing she had forgotten to borrow some nurses' scrubs from one of the nurses. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. Looking up and seeing Zandi still chatting with another nurse, Breanne decided here was a chance to have a conversation with the luscious redhead. 

As Dr. Wilkes went her way, Breanne walked over to Zandi. "Hi, Zandi."

Zandi turned to Breanne and replied with a polite smile. "Hi, Dr. Waters."

"I hate to be a nuisance," Breanne began.

Zandi, her tone seemingly flirty to Breanne, interrupted, "Oh, you are never a nuisance, Dr. Waters."

Breanne could feel the heat in her cheeks, but soldiered on, "Well, you heard that all of us doctors are dressing up as nurses tomorrow."

"Yes," Zandi nodded, listening intently to the doctor.

"Well, I-I-I forgot until just now and was wondering," Breanne asked, sheepishly. 

"If you could borrow one of mine," Zandi finished Breanne's sentence.

"Yes," Breanne confirmed, her cheeks feeling warm, as was her pussy.

"Sure, I am off now if you want this one," Zandi said with a smile that to Breanne implied the redhead knew of her inner angst.

"T-t-that would be great," an excited, but nervous Breanne stammered.

"Follow me," Zandi instructed. Breanne took it as an order and followed behind the beautiful redhead, the wetness in her panties squishing together with each stride.

Once in the locker room, Zandi with no shame at all pulled off her scrubs top and tossed the stunned Breanne her worn outfit. Zandi now in only her bra, skirt and pantyhose asked, her smile playful, "Do you have any white pantyhose?"

Breanne realized she didn't, all she had were thigh highs. Realizing she had an opportunity to hint at her own sexiness replied, "No, actually all I have are thigh highs."

"Oh my," Zandi's smile widened, as she slipped out of her skirt, before adding, "there is more to you than meets the eye Dr. Waters."

Attempting to be flirty, not really Breanne's strength, she replied with a cliché, "You can't judge a book by its cover."

Slipping out of her heels, her perfectly manicured toenails now in view, Zandi replied, "Very true, but most of the time you get what you expect."

Breanne could feel herself being judged as a prude, which she supposed she was in theory, but she desperately wanted to break that perception. She confidently said, "Trust me, I am a completely different person when I am not at work."

Zandi sat down and said forebodingly, "Oh that, I believe."

Breanne wondered what she meant by that and asked, trying to make it a joke to hide her own insecurities, "You do, do you?"

Zandi looked at Breanne and to Breanne it felt like the young nurse looked through her and could see the sexual deviant that lurked inside her; a deviant that was begging to let loose. After a pause, Zandi asked, "So you are wearing thigh highs now?"

Suddenly feeling confident and desperate to impress the luscious redhead she admitted, "Of course, like I said it is all I wear."

Zandi lifted her ass up to pull down her pantyhose and challenged Breanne. "I don't believe you."

Breanne, a new confidence brimming in her, the one she always had when working on a patient, lifted up her skirt enough to show the top of her lace stocking top.

"Hmmmmm," Zandi purred as she pulled her pantyhose off. Tossing them to Breanne, she added with a naughty smile, "In case you need them for tomorrow."

Breanne caught them and had to resist the urge to smell the crotch of the redhead's pantyhose which had Breanne involuntarily shake her head in disbelief at herself.

"What?" Zandi asked, standing up in only her bra which showcased her small, but perfectly round breasts. 

Breanne distracted again looked at Zandi's grandma style panties.

Zandi shrugged, seemingly embarrassed, "I know, I know, it is laundry day."

Breanne stammered, "N-n-no, I wasn't judging."

Zandi opened her locker and pulled out her clothes. Turning back to Breanne, she asked, "What are you doing tomorrow night, Dr. Waters?"

Breanne had no plans, but didn't want to be pathetic. "Actually, call me Breanne and no big plans. I have never been a really big Halloween fan."

Pulling jeans on, Zandi said, with a wicked smile, "I love Halloween. I get to dress like a slut and I am not judged."

"Isn't that the truth?" Breanne said, critical of a society that judged women so harshly, yet at the same time idolized and used the same female beauty to sell. 

Pulling a t-shirt over her perky breasts, Zandi said, "Well, you must come with us tomorrow night then."

"I must?" Breanne asked, trying to act coy, when really she was bubbling with possibility.

"Yes, you must," Zandi said, her tone shifting slightly to more authoritative. Zandi slipped back into her heels and closed her locker, before walking towards Breanne. She added, her tone syrupy sweet, "Trust me; I will make it worth your while."

Breanne's cunt literally gushed at the inferred sexual implications of the sentence. Breanne realizing she may be getting in over her head was non-committal. "I-I-I don't know."

Now directly in front of the excited and rattled Breanne, Zandi said, "I do know. You are coming."

The way Zandi stressed the word coming, Breanne automatically thought about the potential implied sexual connotation of the word. Rattled by the sudden aggressiveness of the redhead, Breanne continued to blabber, unable to finish a complete thought, "I-well-um."

Zandi put a finger to Breanne's lips. "Ssshhh, don't disappoint me, Breanne. I hate being disappointed." 

Before Breanne could respond, Zandi walked past her and out of the room, leaving the bewildered and excessively horny doctor alone.

Breanne stood paralyzed for a moment as she tried to make sense of the bizarre conversation she just had. Was it just playful banter? Was Zandi hitting on her? Was Zandi a lesbian? Bi? A dominant? What about work? All these questions and many more ricocheted in her head. 

Breanne was again brought back to reality when the door opened and Zandi reappeared. "I almost forgot," the sexy redhead said, walking back to Breanne and handing her a ticket. "These are hard to get so don't you dare think about ditching out, Breanne."

Breanne took the ticket.

"The festivities start at nine," Zandi said, before adding, "so I would get some sleep after your shift tomorrow and get yourself a costume. A nurse costume is ok for work, but for this club you need something more," she paused, "something sluttier."

Again, before Breanne could respond, she had not said a word during the whole surreal exchange, Zandi was gone and again Breanne was standing paralysed, her heart beating a mile a minute, her pussy leaking out of her panties and her mind a muddled mess of the unknown. Breanne looked at the ticket and gasped. It was a ticket to the Le Chateau Club's Halloween Bash. Breanne's pussy gushed again, recalling from her online searching that Le Chateau Club was the hottest lesbian club in town, one she had considered going to but had not gotten up the nerve to actually go (what if someone she knew saw her there?).

Quickly, she went to an open stall, pulled up her skirt, yanked her panties down and quickly began to rub herself to a second earth-shattering orgasm as she imagined Zandi making her a lesbian slave. Taking Zandi's pantyhose, Breanne moved them to her nose desperate to smell the scent of the exotic nurse. Surprising strong and tangy, it was all Breanne needed to reach sexual euphoria as her juices flooded out of her like a dam bursting. 

Breanne stood frozen allowing the orgasm to cascade through her, the used pantyhose still in her face. Finally satisfied, Breanne again was mortified by her weakness. She removed the pantyhose from her face and caught her breath. She left the stall and was thankful no one was there. She grabbed Zandi's scrubs that she had put down at some point she couldn't remember doing and went to her locker. She quickly unlocked it and shoved the pantyhose and scrubs in her bag.

Shame overwhelming her and yet an unexplainable calm as well, Breanne quickly left the hospital and decided she needed to go shopping. She not only needed a costume, she needed a bigger toy.

.....

Breanne went shopping and added three new toys to her collection: a nine inch long five-speed vibrator, a toy called a rabbit and a vibrating egg that could tease her all day, as recommended by the sales woman. 

Breanne followed her toy additions with Halloween costume shopping. If she was going to meet Zandi, she was going to make sure she WOW'ed the young girl. She spent an eternity looking through outfits. What does someone wear to a lesbian club with hopeful expectations to submit to a younger woman? She checked out school girl uniforms but felt that wasn't too slutty, she wanted to look hot and desirable, but not like some cheap whore. She considered a police outfit thinking of all the witty comments she could make, but realized she was way too shy to be that aggressive. She loved Disney princesses and tried on a Snow White outfit and a Belle outfit, but she felt dirty potentially tainting her fond childhood memories. She looked at a plethora of witch outfits from conservative to completely slutty, but thought none made her look sexy. She tried on a Supergirl outfit that made her feel super-sexy, she loved the boots and was about to buy it when she saw the perfect outfit. 

Breanne reached for the red devil outfit that seemed to showcase all her assets: her firm 36C breasts, her perfectly toned midriff, her tight ass and her long legs. Red was always the color that accentuated her beauty the best, highlighting her strawberry blonde hair and her aqua blue eyes. Breanne bought the red devil costume, it not only made her look deliciously naughty, but also represented the hidden side of Breanne...her dark submissive side craving to get out. Breanne wanted it all, both her professional career and her sexual submission and the red devil outfit was the perfect outfit to exemplify that need. 

Excited by her choice, Breanne drove home and immediately logged online and searched Literotica for lesbian submission stories. As Breanne read story after story she pulled out her new long vibrator and started to fuck herself. Closing her eyes she imagined a plethora of potential submission scenarios to Zandi. 

Breanne imagined being forced to lick Zandi in a patient's room while the patient slept.

Breanne imagined being bent over an operating table and being fucked from behind by Zandi wearing a long, wide strap-on.

Breanne imagined being blindfolded and bound to her desk and used as every nurse climbed onto her desk, lowered their cunt onto her face and being forced to please pussy after pussy after pussy, all the while her body being molested. Her pussy fingered, her clit sucked on and her breasts pawed.

Breanne imagined going to the lesbian club wearing a collar and crawling on all fours while Zandi paraded her pet on a leash.

Breanne suddenly remembered Zandi's worn pantyhose in her bag and holding the vibrator in her fevered pussy reached down and pulled out the pantyhose. So desperately yearning to taste Zandi, to create the most vivid submission possible, Breanne pulled Zandi's pantyhose over her head so that the crotch was directly over her nose and mouth. Breanne leaned back, allowed the slight scent of Zandi's pussy to linger as Breanne furiously pumped the long buzzing toy in and out of her fiery pussy. Obsessed with curiosity, she extended her tongue and licked the pantyhose crotch eagerly searching for just a sample taste. 

Breanne's orgasm exploded out of her for a third time that day and like the other two brought her a euphoria she had seldom felt. She laid there for an eternity the toy still buzzing in her cunt, and the used pantyhose still on her head. Finally, she pulled the pantyhose off her head and the toy out of her still wet, leaking pussy and curiously, did something she had never did before, she tasted herself. She cleaned all her juices from her new toy and was pleasantly surprised by her own taste. Exhausted from the early morning shift and the triple pleasure pulses of perfection she gave herself, Breanne fell asleep, not waking up until her alarm went off almost twelve hours later.

Breanne woke up, worked out, showered, dressed in Zandi's nurse scrubs and after brief consideration put on the pantyhose Zandi had given her, hoping it would be one more subtle hint to Breanne's willingness to submit. Breanne also wore three inch heels, something she never did, too replicate Zandi's usual look.


Pet Training: A Journey 2 Submission



At work, she didn't see Zandi for the first couple of hours of the shift as it was one crisis after another. It wasn't until break that Breanne saw Zandi dressed in a Snow White costume, which had Breanne feel her panties dampen. 

Zandi smiled and beckoned Breanne over to the table, where two other nurses where dressed as Disney Princesses too: Mulan and Belle.

"You look good in my scrubs, Breanne," Zandi said.

"Thanks, but I don't pull it off like you do," I replied, trying to be subtle in my flirtation.

Zandi announced, "Breanne is coming with us tonight."

"Really?" Mulan said, her tone showing clear surprise.

"Really, really," Zandi said, playfully, standing up and saying, "See you ladies later. Breanne walk with me."

Breanne obeyed already beginning to play the role of submissive. Once out of ear shot, Zandi asked, "Are you wearing my pantyhose?"

"Yes," Breanne blushed.

"Interesting," Zandi replied with a slight smile on her face. Before Breanne could say anything, Zandi asked, "You got yourself a costume for tonight?"

"I did," Breanne replied.

"What is it?" Zandi asked.

"That is for me to know and you to find out," Breanne replied, trying to show a bit of control.

Zandi shook her head. "You are going to be a bit of work, aren't you?"

"What does that mean?" Breanne asked.

"Oh nothing," Zandi replied her tone suddenly all sing-song. "See you tonight," she added and was gone.

Breanne could feel the dampness in her panties again but ignored it as she grabbed a quick snack and went to finish her shift. She didn't see Zandi the rest of the day and ended up working four hours longer than scheduled dealing with a major car accident. 

Once home, Breanne completely exhausted, she collapsed into her bed and fell asleep instantly, forgetting about tonight's party she was to attend with Zandi.

.....

Breanne woke up to her cell phone ringing. She groggily woke up and grabbed her phone. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" a voice asked.

Breanne was confused briefly before she realized it was Zandi on the phone. "W-w-what time is it?"

"9:30," Zandi answered, "were you sleeping?"

"Yes, I guess I was more tired than I thought," Breanne replied with a yawn.

"Well, get your costume on and get your ass down here," Zandi ordered clearly annoyed and hung up.

Breanne looked at the clock, confirmed it was 9:30 and couldn't believe how great a sleep she just had. Having noticed Zandi's perturbed tone, Breanne quickly got undressed, jumped in the shower to wake up and replayed her earlier conversations with Zandi. Her pussy began to tingle instantly as the memories came flooding back. She considered quickly getting herself off, but decided against it as she prepared for a potentially naughty adventure. Any lingering doubts she had if she needed to try being with a woman were long gone, as all she could think about was Zandi. 

Breanne put on her red-hot devil outfit that was tight enough on her chest she didn't need to wear a bra. She slipped on a pair of her favorite mocha colored thigh high stockings that would be evident to all at the club because of the very generous slit on the skimpy dress. She pulled on a pair of sexy red panties concerned that going commando could be a disaster, as she was a flooder and her juices would literally leak down her leg without panties. She put on her sexiest heels, a pair of open-toed four inch red heels she had not worn in three years. Breanne called a taxi, assuming she would have time for a few drinks to loosen any last minute trepidation before the cab arrived, as she quickly did her make-up and hair. 

The cab seemed to hit every red light, dragging on the inevitable excitement Breanne was feeling. Her pussy was already damp as she arrived at the La Chateau Club. She took a deep breath and prepared to continue her journey of sexual self-exploration. Her desire to submit, to explore, overcame any insecurities she used to have. She handed a large black man at the door her ticket and entered the renowned lesbian club.

Breanne really had no idea what to expect as she entered the lavish club. Once inside she was handed a glass of wine by the prettiest girl she had ever seen, wearing an Ariel the Mermaid outfit. Her long curly red hair came all the way down to her ass, her hazel eyes seemed to draw you in and a smile that made Breanne go weak at the knees. 

The Little Mermaid's British accent only enhanced the wet dream already spinning in Breanne's head when the redhead said, "Welcome to Le Chateau Club, I hope you enjoy yourself."

Breanne, confident in her new environment, replied flirtatiously, "That I hope to do."

"Bitch, get over here," a voice called out.

Breanne startled turned to see Zandi dressed in a crazy all leather outfit that screamed dominatrix, a whip in her left hand and a leash and collar in her right hand.

Breanne walked over to her not smiling redheaded co-worker, stunned at just how similar the hostess and Zandi looked. "You ready?"

"For what?" Breanne asked, not realizing yet that the collar was for her.

"Don't be dense, Dr. Waters," Zandi said, "you know why you are here, don't you?"

Breanne tried to act casual, "Because you invited me."

"Because I instructed you to," Zandi corrected.

"Well, I," Breanne began.

"On your knees," Zandi ordered.

"What? Here?" Breanne asked surprised, even as her panties dampened. 

"Now," Zandi demanded, her tone powerful, impatient.

Breanne looked around, a few others were watching, but most were doing their own thing. The dance floor was packed and every woman here seemed to be dressed in some slutty outfit. 

"Slut, fucking get on your knees," Zandi snapped, as a few others now watched the scene of submission as she took Breanne's purse.

Breanne startled, quickly obeyed the order, surprised by the harshness of the usually sweet Zandi.

Zandi, her tone changing instantly, purred, "Good girl." Breanne watched as her colleague put the collar on her. Many watched the humiliating submission as Breanne's face went beet red.

Once the collar was on Breanne's neck, Zandi gave a little tug and said, "Follow me, my pet."

Breanne fell onto all fours when tugged and had no choice but to crawl like a dog past the many women now watching amused. The degrading walk of shame seemed like an eternity to Breanne, but was only thirty seconds in reality until they reached a table near the dance floor.

Zandi sat down and tugged Breanne so she was partly under the table before she ordered, "Carissa, check to see if my pet is wearing underwear."

"I would love to," the voice said. 

Breanne from her position couldn't see anything, but felt hands on her dress as it was lifted up, leaving her back end visible to the whole bar. 

"The slut is wearing panties," the voice said disgusted.

"Take them off," Zandi instructed.

"Of course," the voice agreed, roughly yanking the panties down Breanne's ass and down her legs. 

Zandi explained, tugging the leash a tad, "Sluts don't wear panties, is that understood?"

"Yes," Breanne replied, her submissive nature taking over, her eagerness to please bubbling up.

"Her panties are soaked," the voice from behind assessed.

"Of course they are," Zandi replied. "She is a hungry slut who came here to become a submissive little cunt licker, isn't that right, Dr. Waters?"

Breanne hearing her professional name only added to the shame and excitement as did the young nurses bluntness. She replied, getting into the domme-sub relationship, and allowing herself to let go completely. "Yes, ma'am."

"You want to be my pet, right Dr. Waters?" Zandi questioned.

"Yes, ma'am," Breanne admitted, referring to the younger woman with great respect. 

"And you will obey completely?" Zandi asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Breanne agreed, not fazed by the fact that her ass was sticking out completely uncovered.

"Now sit there like a good pet while the adults talk," Zandi said, continuing the training and humiliation of the sexy doctor. Zandi explained to the others at the table, "You see the doctor here is a classic case of a submissive woman. She probably has been in only long term relationships with men she loved; men who loved her too much to treat her as she needed to be treated. Because of her high pressured job and the stress that goes with it, she desperately needs to let go, to allow others to make decisions for her."

Breanne couldn't believe how she was being assessed as if she wasn't there and also couldn't believe how right Zandi was.

"But how did you know?" one of the girl's asked.

"It is as obvious to me as the sky being blue," Zandi replied. 

Breanne listened as the girls, there was three of them in total, they finished talking about her and then chatted about a variety of topics as if she wasn't on her knees, on a leash, half under the table for the next twenty minutes before Breanne felt the chain tug her completely under the table and between Zandi's legs. 

"Smell my cunt, Dr. Waters," Zandi demanded.

Breanne obeyed. In the closed quarters, the scent was powerfully strong.

"Do you want to lick my cunt, Dr. Waters?" Zandi asked.

"Desperately, ma'am" Breanne replied, wanting nothing more than to taste her first woman. "So you are a cunt licking virgin, Dr. slave?" Zandi asked.

"Yes," Breanne confirmed.

Zandi pushed Breanne's face away from her cunt and Breanne backed up again leaving her ass vulnerable to any passers-by. "You have disappointed me, Dr. Waters."

Breanne resumed her position of shame, bewildered wondering what she had done wrong. As she replayed the humiliating last few minutes she realized her error, she had not referred to her as 'ma'am'. Frustration grew in her as she wondered if she would never get to submit to a woman like she craved to. 

Breanne was about to speak and apologize when another voice came from behind eventually and Breanne heard the stranger ask, "May I?"

"Go ahead," Zandi agreed.

Breanne suddenly felt hands on her ass and fingers slide inside her cunt. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. On the one hand, her whole body was easily giving in to the humiliation, yet on the other hand she couldn't believe she was allowing herself to be pawed by a complete stranger and loving it.

Zandi warned, as she gave a firm tug on the leash, "Don't you dare come, my slut."

"Yeeeeees, ma'am," Breanne moaned, as two fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. As the stranger's fingers fucked her, Breanne had to focus on not allowing the growing pleasure to overtake her.

The stranger said, "This slut is soaking yet."

Zandi replied, "She is a lesbian virgin."

"Fuck off," the stranger said, before adding, "are you willing to trade?"

Zandi replied, "Not today, she is still in training."

"Well, If you reconsider, I would be willing to give you my daughter," the stranger said as Breanne's mouth dropped open.

Zandi replied, bargaining with the stranger, "Tell you what, you can have her later, but your daughter is then mine for the whole upcoming weekend."

"You drive a hard bargain," the stranger joked. "Brittany has wanted you for awhile, anyways."

"She has, has she?" Zandi asked playfully.

"Yes and she is very obedient," the stranger added, her voice vaguely familiar.

"I will send her over once I am done with her," Zandi promised.

"Looking forward to it," the stranger said.

Tugging Breanne's chain, Zandi ordered, "Are you ready to get back in my good graces, Dr. Waters?"

"I will do anything you wish, ma'am" Breanne replied, desperate to please.

"I noticed you have no tail on your devil outfit, why is that?" Zandi asked.

Breanne never thought about it. "I don't know, it didn't come with one."

"Well, it clearly needs one," Zandi said, "don't you think girls?"

"Of course," one of them agreed with a giggle.

Zandi warned, "This may hurt a little, Dr. Waters."

Breanne had no idea what was about to hurt.

"Carissa, put this tail in Dr. Waters' ass."

Breanne's eyes again went wide.

"I can't believe you have turned Dr. Waters into such a fucking slut," Carissa said. 

Breanne was trying to place the voice and face. It was surely one of the nurses from earlier today, which just added to her humiliation, but except for Zandi, Breanne pretty much ignored the nurses and very seldom fraternized with them.

The third woman seemed to have noticed Breanne's I-am-above-them attitude as she said, "It is fucking awesome to see the stuck-up bitch put in her place," as Breanne again felt hands on her hips, 

Breanne felt like she had been slapped in the face. She wasn't a stuck-up bitch. She just saw work as exactly that and usually conversed mostly with fellow doctors or interns because they had similar interests. She definitely didn't disrespect nurses, but in retrospect maybe she did treat them more as employees below her than equals, although not on purpose.

Zandi laughed softly, "She has always been nice to me, haven't you Dr. Waters?"

"Yeeeeeeees," Breanne replied, as a sharp burning pain filled her ass, an ass that hadn't been filled in years, long before her husband left.

"Fuck that is hot," Carissa said from behind Breanne.

"I want to see too," the other voice said.

Breanne stood frozen, trying to get used to whatever was stuck in her ass.

Zandi stood up. "Let's dance ladies. I think it is time to take my pet for a walk." Tugging the chain, forcing Breanne to follow, the dominatrix asked in a voice like she was talking to a brand new puppy, "Does puppy need to go for a walk?"

For Breanne this was the epitome of humiliation and her whole body burned in shame and yet she could feel her pussy leaking as she began to crawl like a dog. Breanne could feel every set of eyes on her as she followed obediently, the burning in her ass still lingering. Of course, the collar around her neck and the leash pulling her along gave her little choice but to follow along. Breanne kept her eyes down, avoiding at all cost the looks, smiles and laughter of the women witnessing the humiliating servitude. She saw every type of shoe, open toe heels with stockings, mesh stockings, runners, girls in their stocking-clad feet, but none on all fours like a dog, it seemed she was the only one.

As they reached the dance floor, a path seemed to just open up like the red sea and soon the three girls were dancing to some electric beat song she had never heard before. She watched Zandi dance in her five-inch heel boots; Breanne strangely wishing they were open toe so she could see Zandi's cute perfectly manicured toenails. The other two were both in much more practical two inch heels, one in black closed toe and the other red open toe, with two cute pink painted toenails in view to stare at. 

"Dance, puppy," Zandi demanded.

Breanne wasn't sure if she was being given permission to finally stand up, but hoped so.

Breanne began to get off her weary knees and Zandi scolded, "Bad doggy. Sit back down."

Breanne immediately obeyed and as she looked up at the smirking Zandi. Breanne took a deep breath and began to shake her ass while on all fours.

"Good doggy," Zandi purred and continued dancing.

The humiliation continued as Breanne on all fours, something in her ass as a tail, and a leash around her neck was wiggling her ass on the dance floor. How had she sunk so low so fast? And yet, why was it getting her so fucking hot? She could feel her juices slowly trickling down her leg as she wiggled awkwardly wiggled her ass.

Over the next ten minutes Breanne's humiliation of continued as others commented about her to Zandi. "Oh, what a well-trained pet you have," and "Holy shit, I want my own doggy," and "Where can I get my own submissive?" and "Where did you get her?" Each time Breanne was ignored as a person as they talked about her, but not to her. 

Zandi answered all the questions with an amused, smug confidence. "Why, thank you, she is still in training actually," and "Actually she has been a very bad doggy," and "I got my doggy at work, she is actually kind of my boss."

Suddenly, a voice asked, "Does she do tricks?"

Zandi's smile got wide and she replied, "Well, let's find out."

Breanne got nervous again as she looked up at the powerful redhead.

"Beg, doggy," Zandi demanded, her tone no nonsense and her glare implying you better do as you are told.

Breanne briefly thought back to her own puppy as a child and how it begged by leaning back on its hind legs and lifted its paws up. Breanne recalled calling it the puppy dog look. Mortified at the task expected, yet fearful of Zandi's tone, she tried to replicate her puppy from her childhood. The tail in her ass still was awkward, but she leaned back on her legs, lifted her arms up a bit and bent her hands, enhancing her begging puppy look, she actually whimpered like her puppy would when it was begging for attention.

Many who were watching oooooooooed and aaaaaaaawed at the ridiculous sight. Rewarding her pet for obedience, Zandi bent down and patted her pet's head. 

What should have been humiliating for Breanne was actually exhilarating; to get the approval of her Mistress for her obedience excited her.

Zandi ordered, "Role over puppy," the tone of her voice again like she was talking to a puppy in training.

Craving more of Zandi's approval, Breanne didn't even hesitate; no longer caring about the obvious humiliation of her treatment as she lowered herself back onto all fours and then onto her belly. After a brief pause, she did a 360 roll to her left yelping as the thing in her ass plunged deeper in her. Back on all fours, a searing pain burning in her ass, she looked up hopefully to her Mistress's approval.

"Good girl," Zandi purred as others clapped, bringing a warmth of joy to course through Breanne's eager body at the constant approval.

"Chase your tail?" Zandi ordered, reveling in the audience that had grown as she trained her pet.

Breanne, looked behind her and realized it was Zandi's whip in her ass, as she tried to catch her tail, spinning in circles.

Laughter echoed through the dance floor at the ridiculous scene.

Zandi again followed Pavlov's theory, rewarding her pet with constant approval for obedience. Again, talking like she was speaking to a brand new puppy, her voice high, she complimented, "You are such a good girl, aren't you?" She again bent down and instead of patting her pet's head; she rubbed her hair like she was petting her.

Breanne was so drawn into the world of submissive, becoming one with the obedience, transforming into the puppy she was being treated as let out a little woof like a puppy would do. Instantly, a gush of juice leaked out of her and she could feel it running down her leg.

Several gasps echoed around her.

Breanne woofed again and another gush flooded out of the eager submissive.

"She peed herself," someone yelled out.

Breanne shook her head no.

Carissa bent down to Breanne's ass and said, "No, she didn't. Apparently, this dog is in heat."

Laughter again echoed throughout the dance floor.

Zandi smiled, "I think it is time for your reward," and tugged Breanne off the dance floor and back to the table, as bystanders watched another crawl of shame. Sitting down she unzipped her right boot and ordered, "Lick my sweaty foot, doggy."

Breanne could still feel the eyes watching her but was so immersed in her submission to the younger girl she didn't hesitate leaning downward and licking Zandi's beautiful stocking-clad foot. The mixture of nylon, sweat and leather from the boot, was not overly appealing, yet the humiliating act continued to turn Breanne on.

"May I?" someone asked.

"Go ahead, my pet would love that," Zandi's replied.

Breanne's eyes went big and she began to turn around to see what she supposedly would like when she was severely reprimanded.




Pet Training: A Journey 2 Submission



"Did I give you permission to quit? Get back to licking, you dumb fucking slut," Zandi's ordered, her tone hinting at her obvious disdain for such disobedience.

As more of her juices leaked out of her, Breanne quickly returned to licking Zandi's foot which was now raised higher so she could lick the bottom of the younger girl's foot.

Seconds later, Breanne felt fingers playing with her pussy and a voice say, "Holy shit, I have never seen someone so fucking wet."

Breanne moaned involuntarily as a stranger touched her pussy. Although mortified by the thought of a stranger playing with her cunt, the desperate need to come intensified as did her moans when a finger slipped inside her.

Zandi reminded her puppy. "Don't you dare come without permission, is that clear?"

Breanne's tongue still licking the sole of Zandi's foot, nodded in agreement, unsure if she could resist the growing temptation to explode.

"My turn," another voice said and Breanne felt the finger leave her fiery box to only seconds later be replaced by some other stranger's fingers.

Zandi asked, spoke to the woman who had just fingering Breanne, "Where do you think you are going?"

"Excuse me?" the voice asked.

"Get under this table now and eat one of my friends here," Zandi ordered.

The girl stammered, "P-p-pardon?"

"You heard me. Crawl under the table now," Zandi demanded, her tone threatening.

To Breanne's surprise she saw out of the corner of her eye, someone lowering herself to the ground and crawl under the table, but she could not make out who it was Ironically, Breanne was jealous, as she desperately wanted to taste the forbidden fruit she had been curious about for so long. 

"Good slut," Zandi approved, before returning her gaze to Breanne. "Awe, is my little puppy, jealous," she said in the cutest voice ever.

"Woof," Breanne replied.

"You want to eat my cunt, Dr. Waters?" Zandi asked, using Breanne's professional name for the first time in a while.

"Woof, woof," Breanne replied, her mouth literally watering with hopeful anticipation.

"Fuck, I can't believe it," a voice at the table responded.

Zandi asked, "Do you understand, Dr.Waters? That once you crawl under the table and pleasure me, I will expect your total obedience at all times afterwards."

Alarm bells went off inside Breanne's head, suddenly petrified at the risk to her career because of her sexual hunger and weakness.

Seeing Breanne's apprehension and sheer panic, Zandi comforted, knowing the fine line between utter submission and temporary sexual insanity, "Dr. Waters, I will not jeopardize your career. You are an amazing doctor, but you obviously need someone to guide you to the sexual euphoria you crave, you need a Mistress."

Breanne hearing the soothing words and promise of protection was relieved and again relaxed in time to feel a gush of juice from her cunt from the word Mistress.

Zandi confident she had alleviated any anxiety from her doctor sub said, "Crawl, Dr. Waters. Crawl under the table and do what you have been dying to do for a long time. Eat your Mistresses' cunt."

The order was the last piece of the complicated submission puzzle that Breanne had been putting together. Giving in entirely to her need for submission, her lust for the beautiful young nurse and her desire to taste the forbidden fruit she officially crossed the submission threshold. Breanne crawled under the table, feeling naughty, desirable and excited; she moved between the legs of the beautiful redhead feeling anticipation, trepidation and hunger. Lastly, Breanne leaned forward, extended her tongue towards her Mistresses' open legs, yes her Mistress!!! Breanne's cunt feeling complete euphoria, she felt utter clarity that she had made the right choice. 

The taste was a mixture of heavenly sensations: a mixture of tangy sweetness that was addicting on first lick. Like a woman dying of thirst lost in the desert who has just found water, Breanne eagerly lapped and lapped the sweet juices before her. It was very dark under the table, she wished she could see better so she could please Zandi easier; on occasion Breanne was bumped by the other stranger under the table. 

"That's it, my pet, lick my cunt, you are such a natural little cunt-licker," Zandi moaned.

A jolt of pleasure pulsed through Breanne at the knowledge that she was pleasing her Mistress. Breanne swirled her tongue around Zandi's clit knowing that was what got her off when her former boyfriends used to get her off down below. 

As Breanne's tongue touched Zandi's clit, her legs began to twitch vigorously; '"Hmmmm is puppy going for the kill shot" she moaned. 

Breanne desperately wanted to make Zandi come, to taste the young girl's cum, and gain the approval of the beautiful redhead again.

Suddenly Breanne felt hands on her head pulling her deeper inside Zandi's cunt and Breanne took the silent guidance as instruction. She took Zandi's clit in her mouth and used her tongue and lips frantically.

In seconds Zandi's legs tightened and she exploded her cum all over her doctor pet. Breanne opened her mouth wide, eagerly drowning in her Mistresses' cum. Gush after gush of sweet cum flooded out of the redhead and into Breanne's mouth. Although in an awkward position, she continued savoring every remnant of Zandi's cum...it was the champagne of lesbians.

Finally, Zandi let go of Breanne's head and complimented, "Fuck, my pet, you are a natural. You sure you haven't done this before."

From under the table, Breanne answered, "No, you are the first, although I have imagined it so many times."

Zandi tugged the chain and Breanne backed out from underneath the table, noticing the other girl was still between one of the other two girl's legs. Looking down at her pet's cum covered face, she asked, "Was it all you imagined, Dr. Waters?"

Breanne winced slightly at the reminder of who she really was but answered honestly, "Even better, Mistress Zandi."

Zandi smiled. "You are such a good girl."

"Thank you," Breanne replied, again basking in the glory of the young girl's approval.

Suddenly a scream of pleasure was heard as Carissa came from the licking of the stranger. After a few seconds, Zandi, shifting back to authoritative, said, "Slut, do my other friend now."

Breanne, watched as the stranger she still had not seen moved to her left, only her red heels, black stockings in view for Breanne.

It's a long way to the ladies room, so I will allow you stand until we get there " Zandi said as she gave the leash a tug pulling my head up. 

Breanne was grateful to get off her knees, even if just for a few minutes, "Thank you Mistress Zandi".

Breanne followed like a good puppy again feeling the eyes of others watching. As they made their way to the bathroom, Breanne saw a chubby woman in her fifties, on all fours, licking the inside soul of a black shoe. Oddly, this made Breanne feel better knowing she was not the only one.

In the bathroom, as she got back on all fours, Breanne noticed a line for one closed stall even though two other stalls were wide open which she thought was peculiar. As she looked closer from her submission position, she saw that there were two women in the stall. One on her knees was clearly pleasuring a larger black woman who was apparently sitting on the toilet.

Zandi, seeing her submissive's attention at the stall, explained, "That is big Rosie. She has the most addicting, best tasting cunt of any woman ever."

Breanne really couldn't imagine a better taste than she had just savored, but was intrigued by the increased moaning. 

"Do you have to pee, my pet?" Zandi asked.

The question asked, the thought registered, suddenly Breanne really did need to pee and nodded in the affirmative. 

"Use the stall beside Big Rosie and take a peak," Zandi suggested.

Breanne crawled to the open stall, the leash still on, and once inside stood up and stretched. Her knees screamed thank you once again as she stretched, and her ass twitched as she forgot about the whip handle lodged inside her. She pulled it out and winced a bit before quickly, hiking up her costume and sitting down on the toilet. As a stream of pee left her, she noticed a peephole. Curious, she waited until she was done peeing and leaned forward to take a quick peek. Even after all she had been through and done today, this shocked her. A black woman with the biggest tits she had ever seen had her legs spread open, with a skinny white woman, easily in her late fifties moving her face up and down furiously, the gleam of the black woman's juices coating the older woman's face.

Breanne was startled when she heard the black woman say, "My, my, we have an audience."

Breanne quickly moved away mortified she had been caught like some peeping Tom, but the woman demanded, "Get back and watch, slut."

Breanne paused for a second, before obeying and returning to watch the naughty act.

"Like my tits, slut?" the black woman asked, holding them up.

Breanne's mouth watered, imagining having them in her mouth.

"Answer me," the black woman snapped.

"Y-y-yes," Breanne stammered, unable to take her eyes off the biggest tits she had ever seen

"You a cunt-licker?" the black woman moaned, as her left hand moved to pull the elderly white woman's face deeper inside her cunt.

An hour ago that question would have been replied with maybe, but after tasting Zandi she was hooked and there was no doubt she wanted to do it again and again and again. "Yes, ma'am," Breanne answered.

"Ma'am! What a hoot," the big woman laughed, her tits bouncing every which way as if they had a mind of their own. "Shit, keep watching slut, this cunt-licker between my legs is going to get the best present in the world."

Breanne knew she should move away, but she was a statue, frozen in place and unable to turn away from the crazy scene before her.

A moment later the pretty black woman screamed, "I'm cooooooooooming slut!"

The black woman's legs tightened around the woman's head and Breanne watched as the woman shook like crazy. Strangely, Breanne wished it was her on all fours being used so roughly, but instead felt her hand going to her wanton cunt.

A minute later, the black woman smiled and said, "Let"s see that cum covered face cunt-licker."

The woman between her legs lifted her head up and her face was indeed coated with sticky sweetness. Instinctively, Breanne wanted to clean the woman's face, to retrieve every single drop of cum.

The black woman looked directly at the peephole and ordered, "Now get in line slut so you can taste pussy champagne directly from the source."

Breanne moved away and heard Zandi ask, "You done in there slut. You better not be fucking getting yourself off."

Breanne instantly moved her hand from her desperate cunt and stammered, "I-I-I will b-b-be right out." She quickly collected herself and opened the stall door.

"Enjoy the show?" Zandi asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Breanne admitted.

"Want to taste Big Rosie's cunt, my pet?" she asked, a wicked grin on her face.

"I think so," Breanne again admitted, well others in the line watched curiously.

"Well, we will see how good you are," Zandi said, snapping her fingers at me her.

Immediately, Breanne lowered herself back onto all fours as others watched. 

"Good puppy," she said, clearly attempting to show her power over me.

Breanne didn't know why, but wanting to show her complete obedience, woofed.

Zandi smiled and said, "Speaking of that, where is your tail?"

Breanne had forgot about it and turned around to see it on the floor where she had left it. 

"Pick it up with your mouth like a good doggy," Zandi ordered, adding another layer of humiliation to those Breanne had already endured.

Shame burned through Breanne as others watched, even as her cunt literally leaked. She turned around, crawled back into the stall and bent her elbows down to pick up the whip like it was a bone. She dropped it twice trying to use only her lips before taking grip using her teeth. She backed out of the stall and kept the whip in-between her teeth as others watched amused. 

Zandi asked, "Does anyone want to put my doggies' tale back in her ass?"

Instantly, an older woman with a mask and wearing a sexy gothic gown, said, "I'd love to," it was the same voice from earlier; the same woman who had offered to trade her daughter for Breanne. She reached down and opened her hand in front of Breanne's mouth.

Breanne dropped the whip handle in the woman's hand like a dog would a ball or stick. The woman whose face looked so familiar, patted her on the head and purred, "Good girl." 

Breanne woofed, she was loving the attention, no matter how humiliating.

Comments echoed in the small bathroom ranging from, "What a slut?" to "Where do I get my own puppy?"

Breanne felt hands on her ass and soon the handle was lodged back in her backdoor. She let out a yelp like a poodle would if its tail was pulled.

The woman turned the handle in Breanne's ass, bringing a new burning sensation to overtake her submissive body. "Can I fuck her ass?" the woman asked.

Zandi looked down at her pet and asked talking to her like the doctor was a puppy, "Does my doggy-woggy want her ass fucked?"

Others watching made the question even more humiliating and somehow made Breanne want it that much more. She wanted to look like the most eager, biggest slut, obedient sub there ever was, so she again barked.

Instantly Breanne felt her ass burning, as the woman thrust the whip handle in and out of her ass. Breanne howled as she tried to control her breathing while she was being aggressively sodomized.

Breanne closed her eyes to control the pain. Yet, even as she was humiliated and used like a two bit whore, her cunt again began leaking down her leg, her orgasm pleading to be released.

"Slut, come lick the doggies' cunt," Breanne heard someone say and she opened her eyes hoping to see who it was.

A chubby redhead, on all fours as well, smiled briefly at Breanne before rolling onto her back, slithering under Breanne and going directly to her heated inferno.

On contact, Breanne screamed like a bitch in heat, "Ooooooooooooh."

"Zandi asked, "Does puppy need to come?"

"Woof, woof, woof," Breanne replied, as her breathing increased as the tongue licking her clit had dissipated the pain in her ass; which was now shifting into a double sensation of pleasure and pain.

Zandi asked, to the fifteen or so onlookers, "Should puppy be allowed to come?"

All responded in a hurricane of approval or disapproval as Breanne's orgasm began to boil, her control to hold it back fading.

Breanne's whimpers got louder as the girl's mouth did amazing things to her cunt and the hard thrusts in her ass now enhanced the pleasure. She began bouncing back on the whip wishing it was longer to fill me deeper.

Breanne heard a smattering of vulgar comments, but she ignored them desperate to come. "On three, puppy, come." She heard Zandi command, the tone of her voice near that of a laugh.

Music to her ears, Breanne woofed now eagerly pushing back even harder onto the whip.

"One," Zandi announced.

Time seemed to stand still as Breanne's orgasm rose and even holding back for a couple more seconds seemed impossible. 

"Two?" Zandi said, as the girl underneath sucked Breanne's whole clit into her mouth, making Breanne's body tremble and the orgasm began to explode just as Zandi announced three. 

The redhead at the count of three slipped a finger into Breanne's cunt and tugged on her clit as she screamed, "Aaaaaaaaah-oooooooooooooooh," remembering she was a pet doggy. Her whole body became mush. Breanne felt the continual gush of juice flooding out of herself and onto the unknown redhead's face. 

As the orgasm continued coursing through her pet, Zandi talked with the woman still slowly fucking her pet's ass.

"So she is yours for the rest of the night, Daphne," Zandi said.

"And Brittany is yours for the whole upcoming weekend," the woman replied, completing the bizarre transaction.

"Delicious," Zandi replied, before lowering herself to her pet's ear. She whispered, "Dr. Waters, I hope you enjoyed your evening."

"I did," the submissive doctor whispered back, convulsions still causing flinches in her body.

"Daphne here will be taking you home tonight," Zandi explained. "She is a very good Mistress and will take good care of you."

"Yes, Mistress," Breanne replied, nervous at being at the hands of a complete stranger.

Zandi leaned in and kissed her pet tenderly. Such tenderness after all the humiliation was a pleasant change and Breanne's body warmed. Breaking the kiss, Zandi finished, "At work, nothing changes, but next time I plan to fuck you hard, so fucking hard."

"I can't wait," Breanne replied, and she meant it.

Zandi stood back up and said to Breanne's new Mistress for the evening, "Don't push her too far, she is still just a puppy."

The woman laughed, "Yes, and all puppies need consistent training." 

Pulling the leash, the woman ordered, "Come along, my pet."

Breanne's head was spinning with how good submission felt, how naturally she had fallen into the role of sub and how great she felt in the role. As she crawled along, she realized how there is no turning back now. She was a submissive and had unleashed a monster; a monster that didn't ever want to be caged up ever again.

Breanne followed the woman out of the club and into a limo that was waiting. A man opened the door as she crawled in and remained on the floor of the lavish limousine. The woman followed her pet in and the door was closed.

The older woman slipped out of her heels and instantly put her slightly sweaty stocking feet on her new pet's face. Instinctively, Breanne began licking the soles of the woman's stocking feet. 

A moment later, the man in the driver's seat asked, "Senator, do you wish to go home or will we be making another stop tonight?"

Breanne gasped into the woman's feet. Her voice had sounded vaguely familiar before, but the costume, a masquerade mask in a gothic white gown had completely hid her real identity. She was licking the stocking-clad soles of our state Senator, Daphne Green, a woman many political analysts predicted would make a serious run at the Presidency one day. 

"Yes, James, take us home," she instructed, her voice now so obviously that of our Senator, a woman Breanne admired as a role model for feminists everywhere. Her cunt was already tingling with anticipation for what lie ahead tonight. 

"Does my kitty need some cream?" she asked, sipping some wine that had obviously already been poured. 

Apparently Breanne was changing from a puppy to a kitty, so she meowed.

Daphne purred in return, as she opened her beautiful legs, "Go ahead Kitty, lick Mommy's milk."

Breanne's mind giving in completely, she became a kitty and crawled between Daphne's legs diving into her Mistress's sex, licking her much like a cat would a bowl of milk. 

Breanne would become whatever she needed to be; a puppy for Zandi or a kitty for Senator Green; Breanne would be a sexual chameleon ready to adapt to the needs of those she served. As she licked the Senator's sweet, yet different tasting nectar, she let out a soft purr, this was home.

THE END