Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  My paws were removed, but the feet stayed locked and the tail remained. I was still the only one with bells hanging from my rings but all the puppy girls were decorated. I was a rose and vine. Tasha wore a psychedelic design with hypnotic red and white spirals around her breasts. Nikki, Vicki, and Chris had fuzzy animals with eyes on their breasts. Amanda wore an owl's face with, of course, the eyes on her breasts.

  Classes were unchanged from last week. At breaks we all talked about our experiences over the weekend. All the puppy girls had a master. None of the others did yet. None of us had any idea what the future plans for us entailed. We speculated about the other kinds of animal play we knew about. We agreed that pony play was likely since it seemed to be quite popular. The non-puppy girls played a kind f slow motion soccer on a reduced field on Saturday. They had belly dance lessons on Sunday followed by a long walk in coffle.

  Chapter 25 - Puppy Soccer

  After classes were over, all the puppy girls were collected by their masters. We were taken to what I call the puppy room. The other girls were taken away in coffle. as usual. The puppy room was medium sized with a lot of cabinets and drawers on one wall. There were low, soft couches and chairs in the center of the room. All the lower walls and cabinets were covered in thick carpet.

  After all the puppy girls and masters were there, Chris' master got a large ball and some low goals with nets out. The puppy girls were divided into two teams and played puppy soccer. The rules were simple. Get the ball into your goal. After each goal, each member of the losing team had to give a winning team puppy an orgasm. Before play started each puppy had a ring gag put in their mouth. Then a soft, purple, plastic double ended dildo was slipped into each puppy's mouth. They locked into the ring gag.

  We lined up a team at each end of the room. I was teamed with Tasha and Vicki. We could only communicate in the most basic terms. I pointed to Vicki and then at the goal nearest us. Vicki nodded in agreement. She would defend our goal. At the go order, Tasha and I started running toward the ball in the middle of the room. All three of our opponents were running toward the ball. I got to the ball first and used my paw to scoop it over the heads of the opponents on Tasha's side of the room. I flung myself sideways and tripped up all three of the opponents. Tasha scurried around the pile and scored.

  Our masters cheered and called us over. They laid us on our backs in a row. The losers scurried up to us and stuck their dildos into our pussies and started pumping. God, it felt so good. My belly heated up in no time. I could feel my juices flowing into my pussy, lubricating the dildo. My muscles were trembling. My back arched making it easier to get that wonderful fake penis in farther. I was moaning around my gag, through my nose. My orgasm burst like a dam. I squirted my juices all over Nikki's face. I didn't care. It was so glorious to come. Her master made her leave the dildo in me and keep pumping. Damn. I started heating up again. I was instantly hot. Despite my orgasm, I could feel another building. My vagina was spasming, trying to hold Nikki in me. My juices started flowing massively. I came again. Stronger than before. My belly heaved. I knocked Nikki on her ass.

  The masters gave us a minute to recover and cleaned up the faces of the losers. We got back into starting position. I was weak. My two orgasms had drained me. They beat us to the ball this time and they learned. One of them guarded the goal while we tussled it out in the center of the room. Tasha got a solid paw on the ball and flicked it over their heads. I couldn't get it though. I was too slow. Eventually they got a goal and we humped them with our mouths. It was a lot like giving a blow job to a guy. Same head motions, same position. Just not satisfying like the taste of a man in your mouth. Plastic, Ugh.

  We were tired after the game. Our masters removed the double ended dildos from our mouths but left the ring gags in place. I never heard them discuss what they were going to do to us.. Its like they met and agreed before they picked us up after class. Or maybe there's script they read . It was worrying. Like we were in a game where only they knew the rules or when it would end. I wish I could talk to the girls about it. Hell, I wish I could talk to the masters about it. Getting down to basics, it was just plain cruel to keep girls gagged. Talking was the way we passed time. I wish I could talk. And my jaw is starting to hurt.

  The masters lined us up in a row facing the couch. One of them explained we were going to play a sensory game. We were going to have three cocks stuck in our mouths. Each would stay for one minute. It was our job to identify which was our master. One would be. All the girls who correctly identified their master would have their gags removed. Those who failed got to keep their gags until bedtime. Each master stood up and put a blindfold on their puppy girl. Then the masters walked around us in a circle several times. I guess to confuse our sense of smell. Then i felt a limp penis enter my mouth. I licked and sucked. There was a taste and I thought it might be my master. I had not focused on his taste in all the times I had him in my mouth. I had to differentiate the taste of his cum from just him. I wasn't sure. Number one was a strong contender.

  The penis was taken out and after a little more motion around me, I received number two. It slid smoothly into my mouth. I licked and tasted. Oboy. This one was was close too. It tasted just like number one and both were close to master, I think. I ran my tongue over the cock thoughtfully. I think the shape of the tip is different than my master, stubbier. OK. This is not my master. I hope. Its withdrawn and more motion around me.

  Number three enters me. I lick all around the tip. This feels like master. I taste carefully. It is familiar. Now I am as certain as I can be. This is my master. I savor his taste and try to impress it on my memory. The penis leaves me. I'm empty, in so many ways.

  One of the men speak. He says, "When I say your name, nod you head the number of times for you master. Number one, nod once. etc. I was the third one called. I nodded three times and prayed. He kept on until all six of us had replied. I felt fingers on my head. My blindfold was removed. I blinked as the light flooded in. The first thing I saw was my master standing in front of me.

  He smiled and removed my gag. "Congratulations," he said, "you remembered me."

  "I will always remember you, my master." I looked around. Only one other girl had her gag out. I was proud. I thought about it. I was chagrined. After all my intentions and joy and love, I didn't remember my master's taste. My choice was an educated guess. I vowed to learn everything about him and remember it. I noticed master put the ring gag in his pocket and carried the dildo for it. Not a good sign, but nothing I can do about it. No, that's not right. There is nothing I want to do about it. If master wants me to wear it later, I will joyfully embrace it. Pleasing him is infinitely more important than any discomfort I might feel. I am his slave. I want him to decide everything for me. II want so much to obey him, to please him.

  He said, "come on. Remember the electronic leash is still on."

  I hurried after him, trying to stay right beside his long strides was hard. I was taking more than two steps for each of his, on my hands and knees at that. It wasn't far to his apartment so I kept up the whole way. I even managed to rub my shoulder against his leg a couple of times.

  My bells ring-a-ding dinged all the way home. When I was belled I didn't think of them as a gift, so much as a measure of distrust. Master had me belled so that I would be easy to locate. And they are heavy. Much heavier than my rings. They pull my nipples and ears and labia to and fro as I move. My nipples especially. My breasts sway a lot when I'm on all fours. The bells hang several inches lower on gold chains. The heavy bells seem to always be going in a different direction than my breasts. The weight alone keeps me aroused all the time. The jerk and tugs on my nipples from the bells kick my arousal into high gear. When I'm hurrying to keep up I have to fight off an orgasm. To come when I'm on a my leash will cause excruciating pain.

  When I get to stop I'm right at the edge of an orgasm. I'm panting and little moans bubble out of me. My belly is heaving and spasming. My juices have been flowing free
ly for almost the whole walk. My cunt is sopping from the stimulation. All I want is to be fucked all night.

  When master stopped to unlock his door I scooted up behind him and knelt up. I rubbed my adamantine nipples against his thighs and my pussy against his calves. I was so horny I couldn't help myself. I moaned and panted. I was right on the edge. I kissed his ass, but he probably didn't know that. "Master, your slave begs to be taken. I am your obedient slut puppy and I beg to serve your pleasure. I submit myself forever as your property. Please take me."

  "Down puppy. Bad girl. You used human speech. Come inside."

  He opened the door I was ashamed. I had broken a major rule. I knew I had to be punished. I whined. and followed him into the living room. Something had changed since I left that morning. The couch was gone. In its place was a part of a sectional. At the end where another section should be was obviously something for me. I looked like a pillory had been attached to a cage. Iron bars three feet high. Black leather over a padded top. Thick pillory with places for my neck and wrists. Straps around the edge. The barred door had a hole for my neck. By itself it wouldn't hurt but I could be immobilized for my master's pleasure several ways.

  He made me climb up on top of the cage. He opened the securing bar of the pillory and locked my wrists and neck in it. Straps tightened around my legs. Then I learned the pillory was adjustable as it lowered so that my ass was higher than my head.

  Master showed me a long whippy cane just like the one Sadie used in our weekday whippings. The first blow struck my ass hard and sharp. The blow left a fiery stripe across my ass cheeks. I screamed and was accompanied by my bells. Speech was not allowed. My punishment would increase if I used any words. A scream was sufficient. I tried to hold it in, but I wasn't strong enough. I was only a girl. No, I was only a slave girl. The second and third blows were just as terrible as the first. My screams emphasized the blows. My ass was on fire and inescapable, unbearable. But I did bear it and on the fourth blow, I felt the familiar heat start in my belly. By the sixth blow, I wanted my punishment to continue. The later blows merely fueled my arousal. The pain seemed to fade into the background. Still there, but not the main theme anymore. I felt the juices wetting my pussy. My screams changed to moans of pleasure as the stroke eight induced an orgasm. It was a fierce orgasm. I couldn't move much, but my spasms shook every part of me.

  Stroke nine reignited my arousal and I orgasmed again for number ten. I was still hot. I wanted it to continue. I would no longer fear the cane as much. He laid the cane in front of me and walked away.

  "Master," I called, "may I speak?"

  "No."

  Shit. I wanted to ask for more. My ass hurt now but my pussy wanted more. The major downside of being a slave girl is that I can never get enough or even decide what enough is. I drifted into subspace, just content to be me. I felt something. A fly was crawling on my pussy. I shook my ass and it flew away. My bells rang at every shake. This was so embarrassing. It came back. My juices. The fly liked my juice. I wagged my tail, but it wasn't long enough. Every time I shook the fly off, it came right back. OK, this is a drawback to being a slave girl I never imagined. I'm so fucking helpless in this pillory. I can't get away from the damned fly. I guess I'm glad its not a mosquito.

  Master spoke, "Alex, this is the best show ever. I'm going to suggest we include the fly trick in our training regime. You are getting the most interesting motions out of your breasts and bells."

  Damn, I should have known the bells would attract him. I didn't know I had an audience.

  It was after dark before he took me out of that stinking pillory. He walked me in the backyard and took out my butt plug so I could crap into the hole. When we got back in he let me curl up in his lap while he watched the news. My hands were locked behind me and I lay on my back in his lap. Master played with my breasts and pussy. Not enough to let me come. Just enough to keep me aroused and wanting to come. By the end of the show I was panting and wriggling my ass. He put me under the desk and let me hold his cock in my mouth while he worked on his computer. Like previous times, I liked this. No demands on me or him, intimate contact and yet, relaxing. I drifted off to subspace until he slid his chair back and ordered me out. He showed me the recording he had made of me in the pillory trying to shake off the pestiferous fly. My breasts did do some amazing things.

  Months passed and we girls settled into a routine. Masters were found for all the slaves. We finished the school year and every girl got straight A's. The whip is an exceptional incentive. All of us are puppy girls and we get to play a lot. We're still whipped, twenty lashes, every twelfth day. None of us mind it much. As Janette told me, we all love the second ten.

  Chapter 26 - Surprise

  On the first Monday of every month, Mr. and Mrs. Gibson met with Thomas Aldrich. Mr. Aldrich was a psychologist employed by the school and Alexandra's master. At each meeting he would explain Alex's results the prior month and the goals for the next month. He showed them some of the videos of Alexandra and the behavior tests he conducted.

  Thomas said, "Ralph, Diane, you can see Alexandra has made a real change in her behavior. She has responded well to the school methods. Of course she is still far outside the mainstream of societal behaviors.

  We are at a significant cusp in her developmental options. You can take her out of this school at any time. She will seek a master in the BDSM sense but her attitudes toward you and any authority will improve. She is capable of doing well in college if her sexual and sensual needs continue to be met.

  If you leave her in the school she will go to college and will continue her behavioral training. In the latter instance she will remain dependent on a master and have a normal public life. Her private life will remain focused on obedience and sexuality. If you want, you can take her home for the summer break and decide later if you want her to continue here."

  Mr. Gibson said, "Thomas, we have talked about this a lot. I don't especially want her home with us. We watched all the videos and she still needs a lot of attention. Going to school during the day, living with you at night and weekends she is doing well. But she is a high maintenance pet, not a daughter yet. We don't need another servant and we don't have enough free time to train, discipline, or play with her. She would wind up in a cage in the basement most of the time. We would rather she stay here and finish her college degree. Maybe then she'll be ready to become a daughter again. Or maybe we'll just visit our slave girl when her master allows."

  "OK, sir. we can do that. Would you like to visit her now?"

  Diane Gibson said, "Yes, that would be nice."

  "All right. I will take her to the visiting room. See that light on the wall? When it turns green, go into the room next door that says 'VISITS' on the door. It will take a few minutes to get her here. A thought occurred to me that you might like to have her show you around. Would you like that? A little time alone with her?"

  The Gibsons looked at each other. Mrs. Gibson said, "That would be nice, dear. Thomas, will she be chained up?"

  Thomas answered, " "She will be wearing her normal chains. She can walk fine in them. She has to be under total control when she is out, so, one of you will have to hold her leash."

  Mr. Gibson said, "OK we can do that."

  "Fine, she'll like that, I think. Let's see. I'll get her."

  The day after the school term was over, Master took me to a small, comfortable room. I wasn't in puppy mode, so I walked normally. My hands were locked behind my back. It had a couch and a low table and several easy chairs. He had me kneel on the table facing the couch and said, "Stay." He left my leash on my nose ring. I still wore bells on all my rings.

  I was well displayed to anyone sitting in the now empty couch. The little chains had pulled my labia lips open and my breasts were at attention. I heard a knock at the door and master opened it. My mother and father walked in and sat on the couch.

  I was dumbfounded. No one had told me. I had last seen them six months ago when they sent me her
e. I wasn't embarrassed at my nudity or my helplessness. I now regarded my condition as normal. I wondered what they thought of me. The new me. What the school had done to me, for me. I smiled at them. I was content and confident because my master was with me.

  Master said, Mr. and Mrs. Gibson. I am Thomas. I am your daughter's master here. She has not yet greeted you because I have not given her permission to speak. Alexandra, you may speak normally now."

  "Hello Father, Mother. I'm glad to see you. How have you been?"

  Mr. Gibson said, "Hello, Alex. You look quite different than when we last saw you. Are you happy here?"

  "Yes, father. This is a wonderful place. I'm doing well in school and I think I am more comfortable with my sexuality and sensuality. I'm never unhappy now. As you can see, I've traded my freedom for happiness. I feel like this life is right for me."

  Mrs. Gibson said, Alex. We've gotten regular updates on your progress and experiences. Your appearance is not a surprise to us. I don't believe I have ever seen you so happy before. This life does agree with you. Do you want to stay here through next year?"

  "Oh, yes, mother. I love it here. I've never been happier and I don't know how I could be this happy anywhere else. Please let me stay."

  Thomas said, "Alex. Your parents are going to let you show them around. They are your masters now. Address them properly, obey them, and make sure one of them holds your leash at all times." He left the room.

  Father said, "Get up, Alex, and show us around, please."

  I stood up and said, "Master, one of you must hold my leash when we leave the room." It was so hard to call my father, 'master.' It was even harder to just stand there while he held my leash. Wasn't it wrong to put a leash on your daughter? Especially on her nose ring? Mother walked up to me and took hold of my leash, close to my nose and kissed me on the forehead.

  She lifted her hand straight up, pulling my nose up. She was taller than me so we wound up staring into each other's eyes. She put her other hand around my shoulders, pulled me close, and kissed me. Not on the cheek, but full on my mouth! I was shocked. I tried to pull away, but she put her hand on the back of my head and held me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth and gave me one of the sexiest french kisses I'd ever received. She held my hair and pulled me back and down. This was wrong. My body didn't care what my mind thought. Her dress rubbed my erect nipples, inflaming them. My pussy fluttered and I felt my always eager love juices flood into my pussy.