Puppy Girls

by Sara Tyr

  “Okay,” Cale said after a few more seconds. “That’s enough. Alyssa needs to show us what other tricks she’s learned.”

  He pulled out a ball and threw it across the room. Refusing to get punished for defiance, Alyssa scrambled across the floor, bit down, and brought it back to him. He tossed it over to Rose who caught it with one hand.

  “How about we make this even more interesting?” asked Rose.

  “What’s your idea?”

  “Alyssa gets a time limit to retrieve the ball.”

  He asked, “And if she fails?”

  “Then you could spank her,” said Rose. “Or maybe I take some pictures of her.” She pulled out her phone which made Alyssa’s face go sheet-white. It would take less than a minute and her enemy could have a hundred naked pictures of her. If Rose wanted, she could get Cale to make her pose too. Alyssa imagined each scenario and felt the tension build through her body. No, no way, she hoped, shaking her head as her lower lip quivered.

  “Great idea.”

  “Ten seconds,” Rose said and threw the ball. It bounced off the wall, the door, and rolled under the bed. Holding her breath, Alyssa rushed under there, chasing after the red sphere on her hands and knees.

  She lowered her head, bit down into the rubber, and brought it back out.

  “Oh,” Rose said with a shake of her head. “So close. Let’s try it again. This time, you get five seconds.” Before that even registered in Alyssa’s head, Rose threw the ball again. It bounced down and rolled into the corner, between the edge of the desk and the far wall.

  Alyssa rushed over and hit her head against the desk. A burst of pain whitened her vision for a second. Faster, she realized. She had to go faster. She stretched her neck, bit down again, and picked up the ball. She spun around, barely avoiding the desk’s edge this time. She crawled back to her owner’s feet and released the ball again.

  “Oh, so close! Off by just two seconds. What a shame!” said Rose with mock sincerity.

  Cale shook his head as though he really were disappointed. He sat down on the desk chair and cooed, “I think my puppy needs a little spanking.”

  Still on her hands and knees, Alyssa backed up one, two, three paces as she shook her head and tried to look as desperate and pathetic as possible. She didn’t want to be humiliated like that, not again.

  Except she didn’t get a vote. Cale slapped his thigh which activated another command. Alyssa didn’t realize what she was doing, not at first. IN the initial moment, she started to crawl because it felt like the right thing to do. But then she pushed herself off the carpet and onto his lap.

  Bare bottom up, she went limp and stared down at the floor. Alyssa understood what was about to transpire. Such information should have made this easier. It didn’t. If anything, knowing made it harder as she waited.

  Cale decided to tease her by waiting. He chuckled a little, probably glancing back at Rose. Alyssa imagined their traded looks. It was so easy, they communicated back and forth. Looking how easy the little slut puppy was trained. She’s so obedient and even got on his lap for punishment.

  He stroked her butt, slipping his fingers up and down the curves of her ass. For several seconds, she shivered with the pleasure. Eyes shut, she relaxed under her touch as he petted her. Tingles of pleasure ran through her body.

  Smack.

  His hand blurred with speed as his palm crashed down against her ass. He didn’t pull his hand back at first. She felt the heat run through her skin as the pain and embarrassment echoed through her body.

  Alyssa opened her mouth to beg. She wanted to say, “Please, I’ll be good!” Only she couldn’t. Cale robbed her of even the ability to plead her case. So as his hand paddled her, she had no choice but to lay there and endure it like a naughty girl.

  One, two, three blows later and she bit down, refusing to cry out. Rose kept giggling at her from the corner of the room, laughing at her roommate’s misfortune. “I think she likes it,” said the other girl. “Maybe you should keep spanking her.”

  “Meremem!” Alyssa moaned at the thought. No, no way they could keep doing this to her although she had no recourse. She couldn’t fight back, no matter how much she wanted to. Then the spanking stopped for a few seconds and he stroked her again, teasing her raw nerves with the soft tips of his fingers.

  Cale spanked her once, twice more. She tried to keep the pain from overriding her brain, but she started to wiggle and squirm. At one point, she pushed off the carpet on the slim chance of managing to crawl away.

  The second she tried to get off his lap, Cale put his hand back against her shoulder blades and pushed down, forcing her against his lap. She hit his thighs with a thump of air and heard, “Nope, no getting away, puppy.”

  His hand clapped down against her left butt cheek. Alyssa gasped with another breath of pain. The hurt ran through her body. She shook her head even though they weren’t looking. In another second, Cale petted her head and scratched behind her ear. Then he pushed her back onto the carpet.

  Alyssa got on her knees and held up her wrists. That’s how she begged, so it became her only chance. Cale seemed to like her display of submission. He tweaked her chin and turned back to Rose, “See, she’s sorry for being a naughty puppy.” Then he turned to his pet again, “Are you a good puppy?”

  Alyssa nodded.

  “I guess she’s a quick study. She knows her place, doesn’t she?”

  Alyssa turned back to her roommate. If she wanted their mercy, then she had to debase herself before they decided to do it for her. She nodded again, acknowledging what they said. On some level, Alyssa believed it. She knew she was his puppy. He could collar and leash her. He could force her to crawl at their feet and perform tricks.

  Rose shook her head, barely able to stifle her laughter. This must have been great for her. She wanted to witness her roommate’s humiliation, and she never could have guessed it would be this sweet. And it was about to get even better.

  Rose said, “Oh yeah. It’s so good.”

  “If she’s behaved, then I think she should get the chance to show off her new talents.”

  Alyssa’s head snapped up.

  “What do you mean?” asked Rose.

  Cale kneeled beside his pet and started to pet her, rubbing her down with enthusiasm. He didn’t answer at first, instead looping Alyssa’s collar around her neck and then connecting her leash. She shut her eyes at first, refusing to see the world from the view of a pet.

  “But it gets better.” She didn’t need to see his face to hear the way he grinned.

  Alyssa jerked her head back to watch him. No, there couldn’t be anything else! She knew that if he liked it, then it was only going to be another way for them to tease her. And she was right.

  “You want me to use them?” asked Rose, practically hopping up and down with excitement. Alyssa had no idea what this might mean or what they had planned. Either way, she had no doubt she wasn’t going to appreciate it.

  “Now’s a good time.”

  Rose picked up her purse and pulled out two items. Alyssa’s eyes locked onto the two pieces of clothing, and she quit breathing. It was too much, she thought. Rose held a headband with two puppy ears and a fuzzy tail. They were going to dress her up like a puppy! The collar and leash weren’t enough somehow, not for them.

  Alyssa wanted to scream for them to stop, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t beg or shout. She couldn’t utter a word without her master’s permission. Body stiff, Alyssa didn’t react as Rose slipped the headband over her skull and tucked the tips behind her head. Then there was the tail. It had a narrow belt which Rose pulled around her waist, thus leaving a tail to dangle from the small of her back.

  “Now we go for a walk,” said Cale as he tugged her leash and pulled the trained girl across the room. He opened the door and took her outside into the hall. Naked, humiliated, and utterly powerless, Alyssa was walked through the house, down the stairs, and into the living room.

  Someone shut off th
e music. Her peers, everyone a college student, people from class and her school, they all started to laugh when they saw her. A few people started laughing. Others asked questions.

  When she first crawled out into the middle of the living room, Alyssa wished someone would speak up. They had to think she didn’t want this. They had to know he made her put on the puppy ears and wear the tail.

  Rose walked beside the puppy girl and held up her hands, “Guess what? We have a little show for you all.”

  Cale sounded like a showman, “This is Alyssa. She’s our well-trained puppy girl, and I think you guys want a show. Don’t you? You want to see her perform?”

  “Shake your tail for everyone.”

  Alyssa didn’t want to do it, and she paused for a moment, but then she remembered how it felt to get spanked. She couldn’t take it again, and she knew there would be worse. Besides, everyone was watching her. They were laughing and giggling, and they would talk about this. If she wanted something good, it had to come from Cale. He might reward her at some point, especially if she performed well.

  So she shook her tail. Alyssa wagged her tail and let the fuzzy material bounce from side to side. A couple people clapped.

  “Roll over!”

  Alyssa rolled over like a good slave girl. She debased herself as guys stared down at her exposed pussy and bare breasts. They savored the sight of her pert nipples. When she spread her legs a few more inches, Alyssa discovered something so much worse. They watched her and giggled or grinned or whispered about how adorable Alyssa appeared, and it got her excited.

  No, there was no way, but she couldn’t deny the heat cascading through her body or the dampness right there. Her pussy glistened with her excitement. Lots of her peers noticed except not one person said anything. No one even suggested the idea that they shouldn’t pay attention.

  She rolled over. She got on her knees and begged. For twenty, maybe thirty minutes, she danced and scampered around the room. Every pair of eyes in the room fixated on her. Rose helped them along, teasing Alyssa and reminding everyone that the puppy girl really enjoyed this. She loved being put on display.

  Minute by minute, Alyssa started to realize something. First off, she knew there was no way anyone would forget this. Halfway through, one guy remembered his cell phone. He pulled it out and started to record her degradation. Then other people remembered their digital cameras and a dozen red eyes watched her, recording each and every second.

  Alyssa performed as long as they wanted. She begged, rolled over, played fetch, and acted like a good little puppy girl. Cale expected no less and trained her perfectly.

  After their night ended, the drunk people wandered home by cab or with a designated driver, and the really drunk kids passed out. While Rose and Cale danced, her owner left Alyssa in the corner. Plenty of partygoers came by to play with her. A few made her fetch. One super intoxicated girl even pulled off her panties, balled them up, and made Alyssa play fetch. She had to scamper off and pick up the underwear in her teeth.

  Drunk girls came over and teased her hair. One got mean and yanked her leash until Cale came back and scared her off.

  When they were done, Cale pulled his car back up and Alyssa was put in the trunk. She didn’t complain even as a couple people called for them to stay. They had a basket with some blankets where she could sleep.

  Cale took her back to his house. It was a big place with a large back yard.

  While Cale showered off, he left Alyssa in his bedroom to rest after her night of exertions. With nothing better to do, Alyssa crawled onto his bed, balled up, and waited for sleep. But first, she thought about everything that happened.

  There were hundreds of recordings now. By morning, it would be all over the internet and a hundred social networking sites. How many guys would be watching and reviewing the sight of her, a pretty girl, collared and tailed and acting just like a well-behaved puppy girl? She shuddered and the thought, well aware that she couldn’t stop it no matter how hard she tried.

  She was almost asleep when his bedroom door opened again. Cale came back to her and whispered, “You were very good tonight.” She mumbled something incoherent since he never gave her the privilege to speak. For a moment, Alyssa had to wonder if she would ever get to speak again. Or would he keep her as a puppy forever, forced to bark and whimper to communicate in the most basic ways?

  Alyssa gave a quick nod.

  “Do you want a treat?” asked her owner.

  After everything that happened tonight, Alyssa should have fought back. But she couldn’t. Several hours of being put on display and exhibited like a puppy at a dog show taught her that she couldn’t beat him. All she could do was obey when he wanted her to yield and enjoy those moments when he gave her unimaginable pleasures.

  Alyssa bowed her head again, so when he said, “Assume the position,” she did it without complaint or resistance. He had her trained now. And even if there might come some moment when she decided to be a naughty puppy, she was brought to heel.

  His puppy got on her knees and elbows and raised her ass to the air, ready to be taken by her owner. Cale pulled off his sweats, dropped them, and sidled behind her. He leaned over her and cupped her breasts, tweaking and twisting her nipples. Pain and pleasure combined and made her growl with anticipation.

  Before she was ready, he slipped his cock between her legs and started to work back and forth. He ground against her, thrusting in and out, slow at first. The steady rhythm worked her up and made Alyssa growl and groan as her body accepted the treat offered by her Master.

  A sheen of sweat spread across her body as the first orgasm rocked her body. It fluttered through her flesh, rippling like a series of waves. She didn’t resist. She even thrust her ass back further, giving him more leverage as he buried his penis even deeper. She was wet, dripping as his cock worked her up harder and heavier.

  Panting for air, she gripped his sheets and moaned.

  “Bark for me, bitch,” he ordered.

  Refusing to risk him ceasing now, Alyssa obeyed, “Arf! Arf! Arf!” Right as she complied, another climax shuddered through her, this one even more intense. He used her, on and on. The minutes worked past as her body sang out. It felt as though her muscles turned to jelly when he finished. His cock shivered as he came, a throbbing pulsation that blurred her vision to crystalline white.

  He pulled free, and she collapsed. She had nothing left even when he took her by the shoulders and straightened her out. Then he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.

  “When you’re a good puppy, you get treats. But from now on, you are my pet. I’ll tease you and feed you and play with you and walk you and teach you new tricks. You know, I think you could learn to balance a ball on the tip of your nose. What do you think?”

  His doggie barked for him. She did it because it was the correct answer. It was what her Master wished of her. More importantly, it felt like the right thing to do. She barked like a good puppy girl because she had become a good doggie. She wore his collar. She was bound by his leash and knew it wasn’t going to change.

  Cale laughed and rubbed her flanks again, “Good puppy! Who’s my good puppy?”

  “Arf! Arf!” she barked and Alyssa meant it. She was his good puppy and knew she would stay that way. Yes, he took away her life as a college student, but now she had a life as his pet. It would make her happy because she belonged to him and wished to please her owner so she could earn new treats.

  Alyssa drifted off to sleep, collared, leashed, and Cale’s puppy girl.

  The End

  An Obedient Puppy

  Sara Tyr

  Now…

  Marie was a strange name for a doggie, but then again, she wasn’t the usual kind of doggie. For one, her owner had trained her to this lifestyle. He could have renamed her something more traditional for a dog. Not yet anyway.

  As she slept in his bedroom, Marie wondered again how other people would see her. He had trained her to be his
doggie girl, and yet most people out in the real world would have seen her as a naked young woman. She didn’t get to wear clothes, and she didn’t think of her collar as clothes. As her owner once told her, a collar isn’t a garment. No, it’s simply a symbol of rank.

  He had taken a young, independent, and reasonably ambitious woman and turned her into his own puppy girl. Sometimes she dreamed of her life before Garret, but on this morning, she simply thought of the pleasures the morning would bring.

  Those half-dreamed thoughts hopped away when she heard his voice, “Is my puppy still asleep?”

  Marie’s eyes flashed open. She was surprised. On most days, she woke up before Garret, and if she snuck over to him very quietly, she could lay on the bed with her master and cuddle up next to him. It was one of her favorite parts of belonging to him.

  Getting to lay on the bed with him was a pretty incredible treat. On some nights, he let her sleep at the foot of the bed, but last night, he wanted her back in her basket on the floor. It was big enough for her to curl up in, which she did with some reluctance. But because she had been trained to behave, Marie obeyed.

  As her eyelids fluttered the sleep from her sight, Marie peered up and saw him, the man who turned her into a puppy girl. Even when she was allowed to stand like a person he had seemed tall. Now that she was on her back and on the floor, he towered over her like a god. In some ways, that’s precisely what he had become. He owned her and fed her and bathed her and disciplined her. He had absolute power over her, and Marie accepted this reality like a good pet.

  “C’mon girl,” he told her. He got down on one knee for a moment and started to pet her. The sensations of his hands all over her awakened her completely. Her master must have been feeling a bit mean today since he scratched her behind the ear, which never failed to relax her even as he rubbed her tummy.

  In spite of her position as his dog, Marie let out a low and gentle purr more reminiscent of a happy kitty. He continued to scratch behind her ear, one of her favorite treats, but then he reached over for one of her breasts and pinched her nipple. Excitement, pain and relaxed contentment all fought for dominance inside her head. Marie didn’t know how to react.