"You want some hints?" Oliver asked. "Of course you want some hints. You're just a dumb little doggie. You need help, don't you? Of course, you do."
I hated how he would ask a question and answer it, like I was incapable. But as far as this man was concerned, I really wasn't a girl. I wasn't a person. I couldn't think for myself.
"Open your mouth," Oliver said to me.
I refused. Sitting there, I stared back at him, defiant. It felt good, at least until that moment when he snapped his fingers again. The pop of sound hit the air, and I jerked to the side, my heart pounding.
"Poor little puppy. Maybe it's because you don't have any puppy gear on. Is that what's wrong?"
I shook my head.
"Okay. Let's try again. Open your mouth big and wide."
Still down on all fours, I obeyed. I opened my mouth, and I felt like an idiot. He laughed at me, and I blushed, helpless before him. Damn it. Why couldn't I figure out some way to resist? Why couldn't I fight him?
Because of the collar…Amanda was right about that.
"If I miss again, are you going to punish me?"
"Only because you need the incentive," Oliver said to me. He made it sound like he was doing me a favor! I wanted to strike back at that smug bastard, but he tossed the next marshmallow, and it sailed across the air.
Mouth open, I thought I was braced this time. I thought I would be able to jump up and catch it from the air, only I moved too soon. I started to bite down, and the marshmallow bounced off toward the floor.
"Poor puppy. You definitely need some more incentive." He snapped his fingers, delivering another electric shock straight into my body.
Growling, I got up on my haunches this time.
"Oh, you're so adorable! Spread your legs for me."
Although I didn't want to do it, I didn't see any other alternative. This man gave me a command, and whether I liked it or not, he could punish me with one gesture.
He circled me again, inspecting me. He ran his fingers along the curves of my buttocks. The soft caresses left me shivering. Worse, I could feel the heavy collar around my neck with every second. This was humiliating. It was degrading. More importantly, I understood that this man owned me. Until I could get the collar off, I would belong to him.
"Would you like me to touch you right here?" Oliver asked, sliding his fingers between my thighs. Down on my hands and knees, I couldn't block him. He told me to keep my legs spread, so I obeyed.
Truthfully, I couldn't tolerate the idea of another shock. My body couldn't handle it, so I went in to something like autopilot. I stopped thinking. It was easier this way.
His fingers moved along my opening, sliding forward and back. Hot humiliation burned along my skin, but I didn't contemplate ways to get out of this. It was like I simply accepted it.
"You know, I could use you right now. I could show you what a good little puppy does for her master. Would you like that?"
I didn't answer at first, yet he continued to stroke me, moving his fingertips up and down my crevice. My nipples hardened, my skin heated, and my breathing turned short. Swallowing, I felt the piece of the metal collar around my neck.
"Bark for me."
“Wruff!”
I called out that sound without even thinking. Like a good little puppy girl, I spoke because my owner ordered me to.
"Good girl," he said, and he rewarded me. Oliver started stroking me faster, working his fingertips up and down my pussy. He made me wet. He made me pant like a dog. My tongue actually slid out past my lips as I enjoyed those sensations.
"Such a good little puppy. Yes, you are. You're my good little dog."
Then the touching stopped, and I actually whimpered like a disappointed canine. It was only when I heard Jessica's footsteps that I glanced up.
"You always have a way with the bitches," Jessica said to my trainer.
I locked my teeth together, feeling my old defiance come back into play. How dare she? I wanted to pounce on her, to make her pay for the comment.
It wasn't going to happen. Jessica carried another bag. She got down on her knees, and she looked into my eyes. She touched her fingers to my chin, turning my head to the left, then the right.
"Full gear?"
"Yes," he said.
"Yeah, she didn't have the dignity to be a cat. The dog would probably work better for this one." Jessica pulled my hair band away. She also unlocked my second collar, sliding it off. I was grateful to lose those bells.
Finally, she came back around, and she pulled the kitty tail butt plug out.
"Don't worry. You're going to get another one very soon," she promised me.
Bowing my head down, I stared at the floor. I still couldn't entirely bring myself to think. In one moment, I could feel the hot inferno of rage, but in the next, I couldn't remember exactly how it felt to be disciplined. Sometimes, I couldn't bring myself to argue or resist.
Like just then, she squirted more lubricant onto her fingertips. She parted my buttocks, and she plunged her fingers downward. Refusing to let her just do this to me, I tensed up every inch of my body. And yet, this girl kept working me. She wiggled and pushed her fingers down deeper.
That invasion made me clench down, but Jessica didn't care. She worked my muscles slowly, insistently. She shoved her fingertips deeper and deeper into my cavity. "You know, you're not going to be able to fight me. We both know it's going to happen."
There was something so utterly confident in her voice that I couldn't resist. She was right. I knew it. One way or another, she was going to win. And just like that, my muscles relaxed, and she forced her fingers down even further.
Once she was satisfied, Jessica pulled out the puppy tail. This one had a larger, metal head. Shaking my head, I looked at her for just a moment, silently imploring her to be merciful. No way. That wasn't going to happen. I wasn't going to get any sympathy from this girl.
She pushed the butt plug into place, and then my muscles tightened around that rounded head. "Wag for me," Oliver said.
Because I still couldn't bring myself to argue or really fight, I shook my head from side to side, making the little puppy tail wag.
"Oh, that's so cute. Now put the ears on her."
Closing my eyes, I didn't want to know what was going to happen next, though I could feel Jessica slide the band over my hair. Last, she locked another collar around my neck. I felt a cold dog tag touch the base of my chest.
I thought that was all, but then she brushed something over my nose and around one of my eyes. "Keep them shut," she said. This felt like make up. What was she doing to me?
"Okay," Jessica finally announced. "Now you can open your eyes."
Part of me didn't want to do it, yet I couldn't quite bring myself to hide. I opened my eyes, and I looked into her hand-held mirror. She had applied black makeup over one of my eyes and along the tip of my nose, making me look just like a puppy dog.
My mouth fell open, but I couldn't shape a sound.
Oliver came up behind me, he gave my bottom the quick snack, and he said, "Speak, girl. Speak like a good little dog."
“Wruff, wruff!” I barked. Again, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know where that impulse came from. He ordered me to do something, and I simply acted. Maybe it was easier that way.
"Do you know what puppies really like to do?" Jessica asked. There was a hint of mirth in her voice. I didn't trust her.
"What are you thinking?"
"Puppies really like to lick."
"That's right," he said. "Are you ready to start licking, puppy?"
"You know, you should probably rename her."
"But we aren't sure that she's going to stay a dog. If she can't behave yourself, she'll have to be demoted again."
Demoted again? What else could they do to me? Would they try to turn me into a pony? Actually, I shivered at the prospect, thinking about having a harness wrapped around my torso. I hated the idea of being a genuine service animal. Maybe that would be worse
. Anyway, I shook my head, waiting until they made their decision.
"I would like to see her lick. Would you mind, sir?"
Oliver just smiled down at me. He dropped his fly, and his erection came out just a second later. What was I supposed to do?
"Go ahead. Lick my crotch like a good little dog."
I froze up for several seconds, unable to believe this. Then I started moving along on all fours, still feeling that hint of arousal from when Oliver touched me. Actually, I longed for his fingers again. Although I hated the invasion from the butt plug, the idea of having his fingers in my pussy again made me shiver with anticipation.
When I came close, he reached down, putting his hand on the back of my head. He guided me forward, and I started licking, sliding my tongue over the curves of his manhood. I licked him like he was an ice cream cone, a popsicle. I was a hot, hungry girl, and I wanted his taste.
I didn't have to wait long.
"Good girl," he said.
But simply licking wasn't going to be enough. I opened my mouth, ready to take him between my lips, only he shoved me down onto my hands and knees. He came up behind me, and he put his hands on my hips. I didn't understand what was about to happen, not until he pushed forward, thrusting shaft into my hot, open pussy.
Almost immediately, the first thrust made me shiver with pleasure. I didn't want Jessica to know the truth, but my body responded to his friction instantly. I loved the way he felt, how he just took me. With his hands on my hips, I knew that this man could do whatever he wanted with me.
He took advantage, savoring me. He pumped me, thrusting and pummeling his shaft deep into my crevice. Panting, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. More, I wanted more.
In those long seconds, I didn't think about my captivity. I didn't think about anything at all. Maybe it was better that way.
And then his shaft began to pulsate. Every pulse pushed me higher until I climaxed with him. I cried out, whimpering and keening like some animal.
"Good girl. Now, let's take you back outside and we'll see what else you can do." That's all I received from this man as he withdrew. He pulled his fly back in position, and he walked around me, inspecting me.
"Did you like that, girl? Did you enjoy being used?"
I didn't answer. I only stared down at the floor, ashamed of how I reacted. I was supposed to be fighting him, not enjoying this. I was supposed to be resisting, and yet I had submitted completely.
He tugged on my leash, and he escorted me back out into another large chamber. This one had dozens of dogs, human puppies. Those girls all had their hair tied into pigtails. I hoped that this was going to be one indignity I could avoid, only when Oliver saw them, he must've realized the exact same thing I did.
He tied my hair with white ribbons. When he was done, it looked like I had a second pair of floppy dog ears.
"Oh, look at that. I think some of the investors are going to be coming by. You know what that means?"
I shook my head. After the way he had used me, I couldn't bring myself to speak. Talking seemed like something humans would do. I didn't feel like a human. It seemed so strange to admit, but I really did feel like a dog.
Because I was curious, I lifted my gaze, and I looked at him with vacant, puppy eyes. "It means that there's going to be a petting zoo today. Would you like to be involved in that?"
I started to shake my head, but Oliver had already turned away from me. He pulled on my leash, and he walked me forward more quickly. The other human dogs had already formed a neat line.
"Stephanie, you're going to be a good girl for me. You're going to be obedient and sweet. People are going to come out here, they're going to feed you, they're going to play with you, and they're going to touch you. You aren't going to embarrass me, are you?"
Embarrassment. Oliver didn't even know the meaning of the word! I had been taken, dressed up like a dog, and now I was being put on display. At the same time, I had to wonder if the metal collar locked around my neck had some other effect on me. Was it making me more malleable? Did it reduce my ability to resist? Over the last few hours, it felt like I was becoming more accepting.
This nonsense had to stop. Even if this collar could somehow influence my behavior, I wasn't going to let them control me.
And yet, I stayed right where I was, in the middle of that line of human dogs, down on my elbows and knees. A door up ahead opened, and I could feel Oliver standing behind me.
Several men and women emerged. They came to a stop in front of us, sweeping their gazes over us. I blushed brightly.
Who were these people? They carried themselves with an air of power and dignity. They seemed like the kind of people who made important decisions. Whether they were politicians or CEOs, I couldn't tell. Either way, they began to move around, walking in front of us.
"Whatever you would like," said another one of the handlers.
These people smiled at one another, perhaps slightly embarrassed. To my left, one of the men leaned down and he started to pet one of the puppy girls. She tilted her head to the side, eagerly accepting his attentions. And when he moved his hand down, over her breast, she didn't look offended.
Instead, she rolled over onto her back, she spread her legs, and she lifted her elbows toward the air. She started panting, wiggling her hips from side to side like an eager little dog.
The other women and men started chuckling, laughing at her display. "Oh, I guess everything they said is right. They really have been trained like little dogs."
Somehow, I couldn't summon the courage to try to talk to these people. I kept opening my mouth ever so slightly, only to shut it again. What would I say? How would I convince them to let me go? What could I tell them?
Could there be something? Were the right words out there that would earn me my freedom?
Only Oliver was standing right behind me. In fact, I could feel his fingers slide along the contours of my bottom. I shivered, understanding that gesture for exactly what it meant. If I embarrassed him, I would be in a lot of trouble.
I remembered seeing those ponies, and I shivered. I didn't want to end up with a bit in my mouth, a bridle on my face, and blinders at my sides. Considering I had already been demoted once, I couldn't let it happen again.
"Who is this little cutie?" asked one of the women, coming up in front of me. She kneeled down, and she looked into my eyes. Without any trepidation at all, she put her hands on my cheeks, and she turned my head from side to side. "She really is quite lovely. I haven't seen a bitch like this before."
"That's because she used to be a model before we recruited her," Oliver said.
"She looks like she has a lot of spirit left in her," said the woman.
"For now," Oliver allowed. "Honestly, she is pretty much a brand-new puppy here. She doesn't understand how things work. But if you like, hold out your hand. I'm sure she'll give it a nice licking."
No way. He couldn't really believe that I would play along like this, could he?
Only the woman held out her hand, her palm just an inch or two from my lips. It would be so easy to lean down and bite her, to show her that I wasn't some domesticated animal.
Oliver stroked his fingertips over the small of my back.
What was it about this man? How could he do this to me?
For some reason, I bowed my head low, and I flicked out the tip of my tongue, poking down against her open palm. "Good girl," Oliver said. "Like I said, she's new. She really needs encouragement."
"No, that makes perfect sense," replied the woman. "Do you think she's ready for a more thorough petting?"
"Absolutely," replied my handler.
The woman started petting me, stroking me. She moved her hands along my shoulders, down my buttocks, over my thighs, and wherever else she wanted to touch me. Oliver leaned in, and he whispered just one word, making sure that she wouldn't hear. "Wag."
I told myself I wouldn't do it. I promised myself I would be stronger than this, but he pinche
d one of my buttocks. Before I knew it, I started turning my hips from side to side, and I could feel the weight of the butt plug deep inside of me. The fuzzy little tail actually brushed along my skin, and it almost felt pleasant.
"Oh, she's so cute! Is she for sale?"
Hot embarrassment flashed over my cheeks. I couldn't believe she would ask a question like that.
"Not yet. But if you come back in a couple of months, she might be."
I wanted to turn around, to look up at Oliver. Did I feel betrayed?
Honestly, I couldn't tell you what I was feeling at that moment, only then the woman pushed on my shoulder, nudging me down onto my back. I spread my legs instinctively. Maybe she intended to play with me. Maybe she really did intend to humiliate me. I couldn't be certain, but before I knew it, she had her hand cupped over my pubic mound.
"Maybe if you start panting the nice lady will touch you."
Considering that I had been taken just a few minutes before, more sexual stimulation shouldn't have turned me on, but something happened. My body started aching for her attention.
Before I could stop myself, I have started wiggling my hips from side to side, and I began to pant. I actually put out my tongue, letting it slide past my lower lip. "Oh, there's a good girl. She really must like this. She must really enjoy being a dog. What was she before? A model?”
“Yes," Oliver said.
The girl kept petting me, doing it almost absentmindedly. She didn't need to concentrate on this. She didn't need to focus on me. One of her hands kept gliding along my body while she fingered me.
Why was she doing that? Why would she talk to me like this?
Then it dawned on me. She wanted to humiliate me. She decided to embarrass me, and nothing would be more degrading than getting fingered while she chatted with my handler.
"I can see that. I've met a lot of models. They tend to be dumb, but they also tend to enjoy the spotlight, so this girl really is lucky that you took her."
"Would you like some time alone with her?"
"Actually, I would. I want to see what she can do with that tongue of hers."
What? No, he couldn’t just hand me out like that.
He really could. He handed off my leash, and the woman walked off without even telling me her name. I was forced to crawl after her, scampering on my leather paws. She took me down another hallway, she opened a private door, and there was just a small bed in there.
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