By Musker
(part 2)
"It's a Wonderful Life"
Page 2
"Oh you are such a good puppy! Yes you are! Oh yes you are!"
Madame Rouso was having the time of her life playing on the floor with a little German shepherd pup. It was the latest member of her family and a gift from her dear friend Bill. He promised her one if the mating between Old Duke and Muffee' was a success. And he was a man of his word.
The little bundle of joy wasn't really a result of a true dog to dog mating like one would think. Muffee' was really a surrogate, a bitch that was use to gestate the embryos created from Old Duke and his long time mate The Dutchess, who died just prior to the mating. And Muffee' was not quite the true bitch dog that one would expect either. She was really a young woman in her twenties, your standard run of the mill human being named Jennifer. And being used in a bizarre diabolical experiment to produce a litter of doggie pups was something Jennifer definitely did NOT have a mind to do.
But then, when she and four of her friends were caught crashing one of Madame Rouso's exclusive Halloween soirees, free choice soon became a thing of the past. Jennifer was quickly forced into an elaborate French Poodle costume, sold off at auction for a duration of two months, and then used by her temporary owner as a guinea pig in some nightmarish mad scientist experiment. And it worked! As the presents of the little ball of fur on four high energy legs attested too.
"Now I got ya! Yes I do! Oh yes I do! Now what are you going to do, you little rambunctious puppy you. . . OUCH!"
And on and on the two would happily play in the den. Until a beeping sound was heard coming from Madame's computer.
"Whops! I have to go now little one. Here, play with this knotted rag while I go see to some business."
Madame Rouso rose from the floor, wiped several loose puppy hairs from her designers brown silk slacks and headed for her computer. As soon as she sat down and hit a couple of keys to retrieve her e-mail she felt something pulling on her pants leg.
"Hey! I'll have you know that material your trying to rip apart is very expensive pup." But the little puppy thinking it was just another rag to play with continued on pulling, gnawing and grunting at it. An activity that Madame found so funny that she could not be angry with the little tornado. So she picked it up and placed it on her lap.
"Ok pup, settle down and look here on the screen. See all the nice colors and such." The pup sat quietly, mesmerized by a series of flashing colors, shapes and sizes as they flew across his line of sight. But when the screen settled down on one fixed image he was once more an active pup again. So Madame began to rub and pet the little power house of energy until he slowly settled down.
"Excellent!" Madame said with loud excitement after she read the latest piece of mail to come in. To which the pup raised it's over size head and looked up into her face.
Madame then looked down at the pup, felt a twinge of elated happiness from the good news and began cuddling the pup playfully in her lap.
"Good news pup. A very dear friend and business partner has come through for me at last. It looks like I am going to get my two ponygirls for my party after all." The pup was squirming and trying to bite Madame's hand so much that she finally had to put the pup back down on the floor in order to send a reply. And as soon as the big feet of the little pup hit the floor, he went back to pulling and chewing on Madame's pants leg.
"Oh well", Madame said with a sigh "at least it keeps you busy and out of the way for awhile." And then Madame went to writing her reply. It was a fairly short reply with a vague description of what she would like to see in her new ponygirls, as to dressage and such. Just so they would match and go well with the rest of her ideas for the party. She purposely left it vague because she trusted Judith's judgement and artistic expertise. When she was done she quickly sent the e-mail. Which was at the same time she heard the ripping of cloth at her pants leg.
"Oh why did I ever think having a puppy was going to be so much fun," she said out loud in an exasperated tone without bothering to look at her now torn pants leg. Then her screen changed and up popped another e-mail.
It was from her friend Ms. Waneright. And it showed a picture of two snow men on either side of the screen with a caption running down the middle. The words said "MERRY CHRISTMAS" in big fonts with some more writing below it in a smaller size, "We can't wait to see you again at your party."
She smiled at the word "We" knowing that her friend meant herself and the twins. That's how she thought of them now. Twit and Twat, the identical twins who looked as if they came from the same egg, even though one was Hispanic and the other was Oriental. And with their faces cover, which was usually the case now, they did look exactly alike. Same height, same weight and for all intent and purposes, they both had the same sexy build too. Although she could not see it from the photo on her screen. For the twins were no doubt bound to the extreme in latex and leather before they were then forced into a white rubber blow up snowman's suit. The only openings of which were two set of small holes. One set for breathing through and the other one for looking through. The only thing that made them different in the photo was the color of the scarf they wore, one red the other green, to go along with their outfits two black top hats. Even their cartoon like faces were painted on with the same smiling snowman like smiles.
From the picture she could see that they were standing outside her friends fetish boutique in sunny California. She wrinkled her brow when she though how those two girls must be sweating their butts off dressed in several layers of fetish wear and bondage gear before being placed in a hermetically sealed rubber snowman's suit. But she trusted her friend to their safety. That, or there would be hell to pay when she saw them again at the party. The party that the twins and their other three friends will finally be set free at.
Then Madame's mind began to ponder the fate of the others. There was Charlene, the once defiant, independent and heterosexual black woman who was turned into the stiff as a board mummy and then sold off to Sheik Ackman. The handsome Neubian Prince who spirited her away to his home land where she was slowly trained to become a first rate bisexual sex slave for himself and his harem girls to use at their whim.
Then there was Karol, the Swedish looking Barbie doll who was becoming more doll than human with each passing day, thanks to the genius of her other male friend Dr. Franklin Stein.
And finally Jennifer. She smiled as she thought of her and the last picture that was sent to her by Tai. It was her friend Bill who bought her at the auction, or more aptly put the right to "rent" her for the next couple of months. But it was Tai, his strange veterinarian friend's young female assistant, who was responsible for her care. She remembered seeing Muffee' in her other dog suit made from the skin of a real dog that died of old age. She chuckled to herself as the image of Jennifer, or Muffee' as she was now known, came to mind.
Good ol' well heeled Muffee', with her belly so distended that she looked like she swallowed a huge round watermelon. And her breasts, fairing no better, as they appeared two sizes bigger, no doubt due to the side effect of pregnancy or better put gestation. She wanted to be there for when the whelping stage happened, but other higher priorities took precedent. It must have been very bizarre for Jennifer, knowing that she was a human being and all. But looking like and being treated like a brood-bitch by all those around her, day in and day out. And watching her belly and breasts getting bigger and bigger right before her eyes until she felt that very first kick of life inside of her. A life that was so radically different from her own human species. Then, finally, culminating in the very act of giving birth, just like a dog, to a litter of nine yelping furry puppies from her very own human womb. Madame began to wondered what Jennifer would be like when she saw her again in a couple of days. Then she was painfully brought back to the here and now with a little nip to her ankle.
"Ouch! What in heaven's name . . . HEY YOU! So tearing up my expensive slacks isn't good enough to keep you satisfied. You want some extra special attention now, huh. Well my little rag-a-muffin, when I get my hands on you I'm going to tickle you until your ready to drop off to slumber in complete exhaustion." Then she bent down to grab the too spy pup, only to watch him squirm out of her grasp and run away from her reach. He then stopped some safe distance away, turned to face her, and began to bark at her.
"OH? So you want to play tag now. Ok, ready or not here I come!"
And she pushed back on her chair almost tipping it over and went off after the little varmint. The pup ran away again, banging into a chair leg in the process because of his still too young natural clumsiness. But it wasn't enough to stop him from running on further and again out of the reach of Madame Rouso.
And so it went. The frisky pup would scurry around chairs, behind couches, and under tables while Madame followed his illusive haphazard trek on foot and on her knees. Many times only inches from grabbing him. But finally she did get him and both parties were far too tied to get into any playful skirmishes. Madame simply sat on the floor with her back up against the couch and a bit out of breath, while the pup in the exact physical state laid on her lap, his big brown eyes looking up into hers. She smiled and began petting his dark fur. The pup, with his tongue handing out of his mouth and breathing hard, closed his eyes and slowly went to sleep on her lap. Madame too closed her eyes, thinking about how much fun she was having.
Everything was working out wonderfully for her. All the arrangements for her party have been made. She finally got her much needed ponygirls, thanks to Judith who she had the most perfect gift for. Practically everyone she invited was coming, even her niece from college. She had complete faith in her loyal and dedicated staff to see that all her party plans would come to a successful outcome. Everything was working out like there was magic in the air. She even felt like a kid again playing with her new best friend. And it was Christmas, the most enjoyable time of the year. What a wonderful life!
And back in town, Judith was typing up a storm. It seemed like there was no end to the amount of e-mail she received. Most of it coming from business friends wanting this and that and could she get it to them before Christmas. Most of them she replied back that she would do her best, but it was going to be very difficult, and then she rerouted their inquires to her various departments. She figured if her people could fulfill fifty per cent of them on time, then that would be great!
But there were those she had to turn down without exception, it was company policy. These were the ones who wanted to purchase a last minute slave and have then delivered to a friend, a spouse or to some unknowing business acquaintance to cinch a big deal. These type of purchases never worked out. Oh the recipient was all head over heels in receiving their precious human present, especially once they found out how well trained and sexually satisfying their new toy could be. But few had the time, patience and energy to take care of a full time human pet. And after a few days to a week, the slave would end up being ignored, ill treated, set free in the wilds or in some cases, when she actually got them back, they were almost bordering on death. So Judith set up a strict policy regarding these impulsive buying binges of the rich. No submissive will go on the auction block from the first day of December until after New Years. And by golly, it worked!
So she finished off her last e-mail of the day and left her office. But her day was not over yet, not by a long shot. Her next stop was to her underground complex to start work on the girls. A full self serving smile appeared on her face when she thought of them. 'Oh yes, the day was definitely picking up in my favor now', she said to herself.
Everything was stating to fall into place. At least all the raw pieces were. The finish products were still in doubt, but then that's how it always went. And that's why she loved what she did so much. The good, the bad, the unknown, the ability to make things better, the simple act of trying and making a difference. And it felt good watching everything fall into place and making people happy. Chester was happy with his soon to be promotion. Jenny was certainly happy with hers. And with those two doing more of her work in the public eye, it meant she will have more time to do other things. Those things that she loved doing and where kept in the shadows of an otherwise civilized society. And with that last thought she entered the main elevator and waited for the doors to close.
She took out her card and placed it in a well concealed slot in the control panel. Then she pushed the button for the basement. Without the card in place, the elevator would simply go directly to the basement, which was nothing but a storage facility for the boutique. But with the card in place, the elevator would go to the "sub-basement" where her other passion in life was located.
It cost a pretty penny to create such a large underground area, but it paid off really big in maintaining her privacy and anonymity. Only a person with a special computer generated card could access said area. Which meant any nosy journalist who heard one too many fantastic stories about what laid under the posh boutique or a police person looking for a quick move up the ladder would be very disappointed by what they would find. A simple little trick of depth perception and all was possible. And as the doors opened Judith was greeted by a completely different reality.