by Sara Tyr
Except she stopped. Her voice froze and she remained completely silent. It was as though she didn’t want to talk. Alyssa knew it was another command. He spoke a color, and her body answered in a way she couldn’t anticipate or guess.
She yelped and started to shake her head. No, she didn’t want a treat. Please, said her eyes. She didn’t want to be teased anymore. If she looked pathetic enough, maybe he would be nice.
Cale planned on taking care of her, only in a very different way. He reached between her legs and started to massage her clit. She shivered at the first second of his touch. Only then, the heat began to intensify again. It spread through her body. She became more and more aroused as his finger worked in an out. He fucked her with one finger, then two fingers. He made her come right there, naked and still on her knees. She whimpered as her tongue hung down past her lips.
“Good girl,” he said again.
She started to come. He sped up and her body shuddered before she collapsed down against the carpet. Breathing hard, she caught the clean scent of the floor even as it mixed with the odor of her climax. Cale wiped his fingers off on her hair. Took her by the shoulder and rolled Alyssa onto her back.
Then he straddled her, pinning her hands over her head. “I’m going to make you a very happy puppy.”
Alyssa wanted to answer, but again she couldn’t talk. As hard as she fought, Alyssa’s voice refused to obey. Her body had a new owner. She was his puppy whether she wanted to admit it or not. Alyssa felt it in her collar and the way he held her leash. It seemed more and more like a natural order to the universe.
She was his.
Face down against the carpet, Alyssa panted for breath as she waited for her heart to slow its frenetic pace. Damn him, she growled to herself without putting voice to those words. Damn him for doing this. Damn him for making her like it! How many orgasms could he force on her? How many orgasms before she gave in?
Before Alyssa might find some answer, he removed her collar and pulled it up by the strip of leather. She wanted to get up and ask him what was happening but then she heard the door open and froze. What if someone else saw? What if there was someone in the hallway? A teacher, a student, an administrator, it could be anyone.
“Blue,” he said again and the door shut.
Alyssa lifted her head and found a closed door, an empty room with just her cage.
“Master?” she asked, surprised to find her vocal cords responded to her will. He was gone. He left her, but for how long? Damp, hot, tired, and smelling of sex, Alyssa gathered up her clothes, pulled them over her taut body, and headed back out into public.
She found more students on the second and first floors. They all seemed normal. No one glanced at her. No one could tell she had a neck on her just a few minutes ago. With her hands crossed in front of her waist, she searched for some sign they knew. Could they tell she had given a blowjob just minutes before or that she had been fingered against her will like a toy to be played with?
But no, no one seemed to notice. Occupied with their own tests, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, cell phones, conversations, or issues, her peers rushed through the halls. They didn’t notice her or realize she was secretly a puppy girl.
Alyssa had two more classes that day. They were boring and didn’t really seem all that important. They said it got better when she got to focus on her major coursework as a junior, yet for now she had to sit through the general education classes.
When her last class ended, Alyssa considered going back to her room. She didn’t know if she wanted to be alone, so she went to the library, pulled out a book, and started to study. Her teacher said there might be a quiz next week, and she didn’t want to be unprepared. Maybe she couldn’t control what happened with her Master, but here she could determine what happened to her.
Sitting at one of the library study tables, she made it through about twenty pages before she stopped and decided to do something. She decided to beat this. He programmed her not to talk about what happened, but she could do it.
After she closed her book and pushed it aside, Alyssa bowed her head against the table and stared down at the floor. She saw her legs, her feet, and she remembered what they looked like bare. She imagined her pussy, glistening with her arousal. Without meaning to, she made her body respond, happy at the thought of belonging to Cale again.
No, no, no, she told herself, gritting her teeth and trying to focus on the embarrassment and humiliation. She couldn’t like this. No part of her could like this if she wanted to beat him. It didn’t help though. She got herself excited thinking about his fingers. Only then she started to remember how it felt to have his penis buried deep inside of her. She remembered the way he thrust inside of her and how each taste of friction made her want to scream out with a new kind of pleasure.
Knowing she had to calm down her body’s libido, Alyssa got up and went to the water fountain. She dabbed some of the cool liquid on her cheeks and went back to her table. Then she reminded herself that he used her. He made her act like a puppy! He hypnotized her and used his programming to turn her into a slave.
So she had to win this.
If she lost, what? He might keep her as a puppy. And what if he decided to make it so she couldn’t talk at all anymore? What if he trained her completely to be his little animal pet, a compliant girl he got to fuck whenever he wanted? Alyssa didn’t care about how good it felt. She wasn’t going to lose to him.
For the better part of an hour, she worked on breaking his control. Alyssa kept trying to whisper the words. They shouldn’t have been this difficult. She had to say she woke up in straps and quickly found herself crawling around on her hands and knees for a guy. He forced her. Even more humiliating, he made her like it. Okay, so maybe she didn’t have to admit that part.
It didn’t come. The words eluded her vocal cords. It was like they could say anything else. Just to prove the point, she repeated the names of random types of fruit. But again and again, she couldn’t say what he’d done.
When she tried to write it down, she had the same thing. She couldn’t communicate it. She couldn’t type the words into her phone or jot them down on a piece of paper. Time and time again, she fought her body, and her body won. It simply didn’t belong to her.
As frustration started to gnaw at her, Alyssa decided she needed a break. With a clear head, she might come up with a better strategy. She got up and headed back to her dorm room.
The halls were pretty empty. It was only Thursday, but there weren’t as many Friday morning classes so plenty of people took this opportunity to get an early start on their weekend parties.
Back in her room, Alyssa found Rose in front of their full-length mirror. She had on a little black dress. The slinky material clung to her curves and would suck up any guy’s stare. They’d want to feel the soft touch of her skin, its heat as it permeated the dress’s material.
Rose twisted around, “Guess what? We’re going out.”
“I’m not sure,” Alyssa said. Yes, some part of her wanted to have some fun, but then she thought of Cale. Alyssa hated to admit it, but she craved some alone time. Simply thinking about him and what he could do to her got her wet and made her want to slip her fingers into her pussy. She wanted to touch herself and think of how it felt to be on her hands and knees, getting fucked like his dog.
Being used shouldn’t have turned her on, but it did, and now she licked her lips at the thought of getting to pleasure herself.
“Oh yes you are,” Rose said. “You are coming with me. This party is going to be incredible, and you have to be there.”
“I’ve had kind of a rough day.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Rose said. “This will make you feel better.”
Alyssa scanned her friends’ face for any sign she might give in. But no, there wasn’t any sign Rose might yield on this point. When she wanted to party, she brought everyone else with her. Right then, that happened to be Alyssa, so they were going out.
Ro
se pulled out another dress, this one an inch or two shorter than her own and made of a darkly red silk that shimmered on the light. It had an almost oriental feel, and yet the cut was distinctly Western. Alyssa pulled it on with some light hued stockings. Together, the elements made her seem hot and cool at the same time, a mystery to be unlocked. After Rose helped her with makeup and hair, Alyssa regarded herself in their mirror.
Her bangs curled along her forehead, flirtatious and feminine at the same time. Her cheeks were colored with a small amount of blush and her lips were a bit redder. It wasn’t anything most guys would notice, not consciously. But they’d want her. She was beautiful and could command any heart.
Except one, Alyssa thought with a wry grin.
Together, they drove out to the party. They lived in a college town with plenty of parties. This one looked pretty generic, Alyssa thought. Lots of red plastic cups, guys in t-shirts and jeans, plenty of girls made up and hoping to find the right guy. A couple people played tag out front as music thumped from the living room.
Alyssa and Rose came in together. A couple guys glanced up. Two of their friends waved. Alyssa recognized another girl from one of her classes. She started bogging her head with the beat and searched through the faces for someone cute, someone who might distract her.
None of the guys attracted her though. Alyssa couldn’t figure out why, but she didn’t want to meet any of them. A different face came to mind along with a twinge to her sex drive. But she ignored the impulse and headed into the living room. Rose followed behind as they bobbed to the music.
A couple guys nodded and smiled. Rose shouted over the music and said she wanted to get something to drink. With a promise to get her something to drink, Rose scampered off and headed for the kitchen.
Alone now, Alyssa pulled one hand up to her chin and watched. She wanted to see something cool. One guy walked up to her and started to talk. He seemed nice enough, only she halted when someone else appeared.
Cale. He came in and glanced around like he wanted to find something or someone in particular. While so many of the other guys simmered with nervous anticipation, Cale stood in one spot like the whole world belonged to him. He didn’t need to rush or hope. Exuding total confidence, he might have owned the entirety of reality.
She didn’t believe at first. There was no way he could be here. Of all the parties near their school, he couldn’t have just appeared there. Her breath went short as she fought against the instinct to panic. She could sprint from the room, but that would be noticeable.
Alyssa couldn’t be certain, but she had to assume he was there for her. She didn’t know how he found her, but he had to be there for Alyssa. Careful to be slow and deliberative, she turned back and headed for the stairs. They led upstairs. If this were a horror movie, going up there would have been dumb. But she couldn’t make it to the kitchen or front door without passing right in front of him, so she took her only shot.
It had to be a good one.
Taking calm, measured steps, Alyssa didn’t look back. She could have been any other college girl out to find some friends or maybe go find some pot. It didn’t matter as long as she seemed like everyone else.
When she made it to the first stairs and felt the carpeted flooring give way beneath her feet, she exhaled, shocked at how nervous she had been. Alright, Cale didn’t spot her, so she only had to hide for a while. These parties could go for a really long time, so her owner had to give up.
Upstairs, the music dulled to a violent thumping. She headed down the hall, found a bathroom, and checked out an empty bedroom. She didn’t know who this room belonged to and guessed the guests weren’t supposed to be there, but she ducked inside anyway, shut the door, and locked the handle.
It was a guy’s room. That much was apparent from the model posters on the wall. Beautiful women damp with droplets of clear water and attired in kinky little bikinis stared out at the sparse furniture. There was a desktop with a sticker-adorned laptop, a dresser with half-filled drawers, and a scrubby looking bed.
Alyssa sat down at the chair, reached down to her purse, and pulled out her phone. She didn’t know if she wanted to bring Rose in on this. What would her roommate think? What could Alyssa say exactly?
There’s a guy here. He said some messed up stuff to me, and I don’t want to stay here. Can we get out? Alyssa’s thumb hovered over the send button for several seconds before she pressed down.
It only took Rose a few minutes to answer, but it felt like so much longer. She sounded confused when she wanted to know where Alyssa was. She sent the text: upstairs, third door on the right. Then she waited a bit longer.
Alyssa didn’t know how to avoid Cale besides waiting here. But there was a good chance he would get bored and leave. He had to get bored and leave, right?
Another five minutes or so ticked past, though to Alyssa it felt like much longer. Finally, someone knocked on the door. Wishing very much for a peephole, she put her ear to the door and asked, “Rose?”
“Yeah,” came her response. “It’s me.”
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Alyssa opened the door and saw Rose there. Alyssa smiled brightly, thinking she might really be able to get away. Then she noticed Cale behind her. He gave a sharp wave and wore a joyful grin.
“Hi there,” he said.
“Hey, Alyssa, this is Cale. He said he’s a friend of yours,” Rose said.
“But I texted you.” Shock permeated her tone. “You weren’t supposed to tell him.”
“Trust me,” Rose said. “He’s not a bad guy.”
“But—” Alyssa tried to make herself sound strong. She couldn’t make her voice go firm or potent. If anything, the confusion only made her sound like a frightened child. She swallowed harder, this time nervous about the way her body responded when she made eye contact with her owner.
“Alyssa, Rose and I are good friends.”
“What?”
“C’mon Alyssa,” Rose said with a gentle smirk. “Don’t be shy now. Cale has told me all about your progress, and he thought it would be a good time for you to show off your new skills.”
“New skills?” She voiced the words without them meaning anything to her.
“Yup. I taught you some tricks. So first off, let’s get you ready.”
Alyssa couldn’t believe it. She looked to her friend, but Rose crossed her arms over her chest and continued to grin. She stepped back and leaned her weight against the door. There was no chance of escape and no way for her to do anything.
“Why?”
“You were going after my boyfriend.”
Alyssa’s mouth opened, and she tried to say something, but Cale cut her off with one word, “Blue.” Of course, her throat closed up. She could breathe, but she couldn’t talk. The programming remained strong and overrode her body the way he planned.
Rose clicked her tongue and giggled. She sounded happy and girlish at the same time when she leaned over and spoke in slow, soft notes, “You see, you don’t get to be cute and innocent. You don’t get to deny the truth. I see the way you look at him. I know you want to steal my boyfriend, but you know what? You can’t. You’re a dirty slut, and that’s exactly how your new owner is going to treat you.”
Heart pounding at the prospect of what they might do to her, Alyssa turned back to Cale as though she might find any ally in the guy who used her. He held up her collar and leash, one hand for each.
“Be a good puppy. Take off your clothes.”
Alyssa did it. She did it without thinking. She blocked out all conscious reasoning and complied with her owner’s command. By then, she was used to stripping in front of him. He drank in the sight of her skin and exposed skin. First she pulled off her dress. It frizzed her hair, so loose strands splayed against the air. Most of her mane remained in place, but she lost the perfect balance she had second before.
Dropping her dress to the floor, Alyssa unhooked her bra and allowed it to fall as well. Her breasts pricked between the cold air and arousal
pulsating through her system. She kept her eyes on Cale even as Rose held her fingers over her mouth and giggled at her enemy’s humiliation.
Next came the stockings. Alyssa rolled them off and tossed them down as well. She loathed showing herself off like this. “Here, let me help you, puppy,” Cale said as he sidled behind her, hooked his fingers into the hem of her panties, and pulled them down. At her thighs, he let go and let the soft fabric fall the rest of the way.
“Now step out of them. I want to see my naked puppy.”
Alyssa did as he ordered. Completely nude and exposed now, she risked a peek in Rose’s direction and found the same sadistic glee. She was savoring this, drinking in every moment of Alyssa’s abject degradation. “You’re going to make a good bitch,” she said, still chuckling behind her fist.
Their puppy tried to beg with words. As her body refused to heed her words, she scrambled for something to do, some way to make this easier.
Only one option popped into her head. Alyssa got onto her knees, raised her hands, and let her wrists go limp. She had no other choice. Besides, if she debased herself now, perhaps he would take pity on her later.
“She’s begging! She’s doing it just like a puppy!” said Rose as she hopped up and down, terribly amused by all of this. “You weren’t kidding. She really is cut out to be a puppy.”
“Not any puppy. My puppy,” Cale said.
Alyssa wanted to protest. She wanted to say they were wrong and that she could be control of herself. But then he twirled his finger on the air and she had to roll over. She did it because he trained her. She didn’t consider her actions. She simply obeyed.
Rose jumped up and down and clapped her hands. When Alyssa rolled onto her back and splayed her feet on the air once again, Rose got down and petted the puppy’s stomach. She ran her fingers up and down the way she’d pet a doggie’s belly. Alyssa tried to fight it, but Cale’s training or her own hunger for attention made her smile and giggle at all of this.