by Sara Tyr
After she finished with Marie’s nipples, Carla rubbed out some more suds. As Marie’s nerves started to settle down, Carla touched her fingers to Marie’s slit. She took a pair of fingers to part her lips and started to work the scrubs down into the puppy’s deepest crevice.
As her nerves sang out from Carla’s touch, Marie tried to shove away the sensations. She worked to bury them at the deepest reaches of her mind, but it didn’t work. Carla teased her clit with expert precision and dexterity. Before another minute elapsed, Marie started to come.
She couldn’t believe it. She fought it. She tried to keep it from happening, but Marie’s body worked against her. Her nerves lit up, and she started to come. The orgasm flashed through her, a quick shudder.
Marie nearly collapsed. She panted like a dog and her tongue even lolled out of her mouth. At the same time, Carla took off the nozzle and rinsed her off. The water stopped and Carla ordered her out onto the bathroom floor.
“Now, I took off your muzzle. I didn’t have to do that. Did I?”
Marie didn’t want to risk responding with actual words. Carla might not appreciate the doggie using her human voice, so Marie simply nodded.
Carla giggled, “That’s right. I didn’t have to take off your muzzle. Now I’m going to be taking care of you most of the time, so you want to make sure you do right by me.” As she spoke, Carla unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them down to her ankles. She then pulled down her panties.
“Do I need to say it out loud?” asked Carla with a wicked grin on her lips.
Tightening her mouth into a hard line, Marie had to make a choice. This seemed unfair, but she didn’t get a choice. If anything, Marie should be grateful since Carla let her orgasm. She didn’t have to offer the doggie girl any sort of treat.
But Marie never went down on girls. She didn’t do it in college, and she didn’t want to do it then. If she refused, Carla would get upset. Again, bristling at the unfairness, Marie licked her lips and reminded herself that she didn’t have a choice. Carla didn’t have to use warm water. She didn’t have to be kind at all.
The puppy girl crawled over to her handler and nuzzled Carla’s inner thighs. She teased Carla’s skin with the tip of her nose and didn’t flinch when she took Marie by her hair. She bunched the blond strands together and used them like reins.
Impatience must have bunched up through Carla’s muscles because she gave Marie a little yank. She was forced right up against the girl’s crotch. Marie had never done this and had to figure it out as she went. She tentatively flicked her tongue out and into Carla’s pussy.
Marie licked. She licked and plunged her tongue deeper into Carla’s slit. She worked and ignored the taste and scent of another woman’s excitement. As the pleasure began to boil through Carla’s body, she started to pump Marie’s head. Licking and swiping her tongue up and down, Marie ate out the other girl
On and on, she did it. She breathed through her nose and felt the other girl moan as one orgasm rolled into another. She kept at it, using Marie like a sex toy.
Finally satisfied, Carla released Marie’s hair. She dropped her face down and tried to catch her breath. “Oh yeah,” said Carla, “He’s going to have fun with you.”
Before Marie could answer, Carla had gathered up the muzzle and forced the leather knob between her teeth. Marie bit down against it once again. The familiar shape sent another shudder of shame along her spine. She hated this, but she had no choice. If anything, Marie had to be grateful for Carla removing it at all.
Again, she couldn’t speak. She had to communicate like a puppy.
Marie thought it was over. She lowered her head, and she didn’t notice the butt plug in Carla’s hand. Marie only realized Carla had it when she shoved it into Marie’s anus. She tried to fight it at first, but Marie was harsh and shoved it until it fully slipped inside.
“There’s a good girl. Your owner wants you to have a very cute tail.”
Marie strained her neck to peer over her shoulder. A bushy tail emerged from between her cheeks. Carla had done it. She gave Marie a tail.
After that, Marie didn’t look up. She didn’t even resist when Carla pulled the sleeves back over Marie’s arms and legs. Very soon, Marie was a doggie again. The shame and humiliation made it impossible to think. She followed the servant back through the house to the bedroom and let Carla attach the leash to the basket.
It took her a few minutes to get over the shame of getting tethered to the basket. Carla gave her head a quick rub and left the room. Marie’s own weight held it down, and if she tried to pull away, the collar would activate and shock her into submission. Marie had to stay there.
After the initial embarrassment of getting locked into a puppy’s sleep basket, Marie settled down. She curled up into the nook and started to relax. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift away.
Time melted away. Marie didn’t think about it. She might have been in that basket for minutes or hours. Either way, she had to simply relax. Marie got through a few minutes by glancing around the room. She took in the miniature sculptures on the shelves and the art prints. She looked at the room with the eye of an interior decorator.
Once she drank in all the sights, Marie lowered her head against the side of the basket and let go.
She opened her eyes and sat up when the doors opened again. Garret came in and unhooked her leash. He smiled down at her and said she was a very cute doggie. Marie bit down on the bit in her mouth, wishing she could spit it out and snap back at him. Since she couldn’t, he flicked her nose and headed back out into the hall.
Marie crawled after her master. She wasn’t about to let the leash go taut, not if it meant another shock.
He took her to the last door to the left. He opened it up and motioned for the doggie to crawl inside. Marie did so. The room was mostly dark. It seemed to be empty until he hit the light and the room was bathed in bright illumination.
Blinking through the suddenly bright light, Marie took in the full sight. The bedroom impressed her. She didn’t know what to make of this room. It had densely rubberized floors. The surface beneath her knees and elbows gave slightly. At the same time, the walls were adorned with a series of hooks and harnesses. Marie couldn’t help but notice the crops, whips, and paddles as well. They hung like trophies, each waiting to be used again. There were also jumps and ropes.
Marie lifted her head and stared back at Garret with big, nervous eyes. Her question was obvious.
“This is a training room,” he told her. “We’re going to use it to teach you to be a good little puppy girl.”
Marie bit down, not sure what she should do. She glanced back at the doorway, and again wished she could simply run away. Since he had her leashed, that obviously wasn’t an option.
Leash in hand, Garret led her to the center of the room. He unclipped her leash, though Marie couldn’t help but notice the cell phone he had in his other hand. One press of the screen, and she would be shocked. It might be a gentle tickle or something designed to knock her back on her butt.
“You’re going to be a very popular girl. I’m sure many of my colleagues will enjoy seeing you at the show. But first, we need to teach you how to behave like a proper dog.”
Marie listened as a streak of red colored her skin. She felt the heat of embarrassment sizzle off of her body.
“Sit.”
Marie didn’t quite know how to obey. She had no intention of resisting, not at this stage anyway. One more humiliation couldn’t be so bad. She got down onto her side and looked up at him.
Garret held up the phone and tapped one of the command with this thumb. “No, that’s not how puppies sit,” he explained as the jolt shot through her body. The first one didn’t hurt much. If anything, it was a simple reminder of how he literally held her discipline in the palm of his hand.
Marie whimpered once and looked up at her master. If he didn’t want her on her side, she didn’t know how to behave. Frustration ebbed through her until he said
, “A good little puppy sits with her knees parted and butt on the floor. Now try again.”
The sleeves threw off her balance and made it hard to sit up. She felt like an actual dog whose center of gravity would have put her on her hands and knees. After her first try though, Marie managed to sit up. She placed her butt on the floor and spread her knees as her master ordered.
“There’s a good girl. Do you think you could try speaking?”
Marie glared back at him. His tone was so condescending. He really was speaking to her as though the idea of making sounds on command really would be an achievement for her. Marie had gone to college. She had run a business, and yet he spoke to her like an animal.
At the same time, she couldn’t deny her position. He had her sitting.
Marie nodded to Garret. She would do her best.
He came around her and unlatched her muzzle. Marie spat it out and grimaced as a bit of saliva trailed down after it. Again, she blushed brightly when Garret scratched behind her ear and chuckled about how she was a drooling puppy.
“There, you are very good at sitting. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled. The second those words left her mouth, a shock of electicity zapped from the collar. Marie flinched at the sensation as the pain ran through her nervous system. Breathing hard and glaring at him, she wanted to ask why he did it. Instead, she kept her mouth shut.
“No, you’re a doggie girl. Dogs don’t know how to talk, do they?”
Marie gave a tentative shake of her head.
“How do they speak then?”
Marie’s face tightened up with a mix of annoyance and humiliation. He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t really want her to do that.
But he did. He wanted to hear it come from her mouth.
Marie shut her eyes and forced herself to do it. Again and again, he made her do something embarrassing or humiliating. It started with a collar, though back then she had no idea it could go this far.
She did it; she barked.
Marie opened her mouth and barked like a little doggie. She did it once, twice, three times because he kept motioning for her to do so. “Oh, you’re such a tiny dog. But you do make a very cute sound. You know, I think you deserve a reward.”
Garret sauntered across the room and pulled open a drawer. He reached inside and took out a container. It was a round can. He slipped off the lid with a gentle pop and strolled back. All the while, Marie continued to sit there.
“I’m sure you’re very hungry. Aren’t you, girl?”
In spite of herself, Marie realized he was right. Her stomach grumbled, and she realized she hadn’t eaten in at least ten hours. She barked an affirmative and watched as he held up a cracker. “This is a treat. It’s human food, but I think you can handle it.”
He tossed it in front of her. Marie bent down to eat it, but a shock stopped her halfway. She fell back onto her rump and glared at him. He said she deserved a treat! She was just going to eat it.
“Not yet,” he told her. “I want to hear you speak again.”
Marie barked again. “Okay,” he told her. “Now you have permission to eat, but you always have to wait. Understood?”
The puppy girl bobbed her head. Since he had given her permission, she bowed down and wrapped her lips around the cracker. Marie wanted to use her hands, but she couldn’t. The scent of the rubber floor wafted across her nostrils as she bit down on the cracker, pulled it into her mouth, and started to chew.
While she gathered up her treat, Garret watched her as though studying a science experiment. “Good girl. See, it wasn’t hard to train you at all. Was it?”
Marie stared down at the floor now. She didn’t want to see his cocky grin. “Let’s see you sit up again.” Marie hated herself for it, but she complied once again. She spread her knees, exposing her sex, and debasing herself further.
But he wasn’t satisfied. Garret came over to her, kneeled down, and touched one hand to her back. He straightened her up and said they had to work on her posture. Her new position showed off her pussy even more now.
“Oh, are you upset? Well, all you need is a good petting.”
Marie started to whimper because she knew what he had planned for her. He touched his fingers to her tits. Situated behind her, Marie cupped her breasts. He massaged her flesh and rubbed harder until she started to moan. She struggled to fight the sensations, only it felt too good.
He played with her tits, and she let out a squeaked moan. At once, her face flushed with embarrassment. If the muzzle had been wrapped around her head, she would have dragged her teeth into the muzzle’s leather bit. Without the bit, she could only clench her jaw and hope he might let her off the hook.
But it was too late. One of his hands crawled down the length of her torso. His fingertips teased her sternum, her stomach, and her pelvis. He massaged her pelvic hair, running his fingers through her bush. He squeezed and gave a little tug, just enough to remind his puppy girl who she belonged to.
Marie balled her hands into fists and started to pull against the sleeves. She couldn’t help herself, but it didn’t matter. His hand darted down and he started to stroke the skin around her labia. Marie shivered once, though she refused to make a sound.
It didn’t matter. Garret was patient with his puppy girl. He teased her skin with gentle lines along her inner thighs. She shivered as the excitement started to build. The heat ignited and kindled through the core of her body.
Marie was getting wet. She couldn’t stop her body’s automatic response. She started to murmur a pathetic plea, not that anyone could hear it. She wanted this to stop. She wanted him to allow her some sliver of dignity.
He didn’t.
Garret wiggled his finger into her slit. Then he stopped. His fingertip froze as she continued to shiver through the frustration. She wanted him to stop and leave her alone. She wanted him to be satisfied with her training. If she couldn’t get that, then he had to finish. He had to let her orgasm!
Marie wiggled a bit. She couldn’t help it. Her body acted of its own accord, and no effort of will mattered here. She bucked her hips forward and managed to dig his finger deeper into her vagina. Marie groaned again, but then he pulled his hand back. He started to tease her, sliding and slipping his hand back just enough. Desperation started to work through her. It pumped and pounded with her blood.
“Want me to finish?” he asked and withdrew his hand completely.
Marie glanced down between her legs and bobbed her head with eager agreement. Eyes wide, she obviously wanted something there. She wanted something to fill her crevice to satisify her. She might have begged him for his cock if only she could speak.
“Let me see you beg.”
A genuine plea would have required words. She would have had to have opened her mouth and set forth a stream of promises. She could say she wanted him, how she wanted to serve him. She could offer him anything and everything he might have wanted, if only she could get one orgasm.
Moments later, Garret grinned at her. She had to beg like a dog. He didn’t even have to say it. He made his intention clear with that damned cocky smirk of his. She had to be his puppy. She had to be his dog.
But she wanted come so badly that she lifted her sheathed arms. Marie held her wrists out limp and let her fingers dangle over the floor. At the same time, she opened her eyes wider and let out a little plea.
“Good girl,” he said and started to touch her. He slipped his finger back between her legs, only this time his speed only continued to accelerate. He teased her clit and massaged her until she got so hot and so wet. As the shame pooled at the base of her stomach, Marie started to come.
The rush of pleasure washed through Marie until she bowed her head and cried out. She didn’t mean to do it. She didn’t want to come so hard, but all of the tension burst out at once. She hated how he could tease her and play with her so easily. It took him basically no effort, and yet she couldn’t do anything to stop him.
“Now let
’s try some other tricks.”
Marie didn’t make a sound as she stared back at her owner. She still didn’t speak, not until he gave the command. At that point, he told her to bark and she did it. She barked, “Arf! Arf!” She did it as the last ripples of pleasure shivered through her skin.
Breathing quick puffs, Marie stared back at the floor.
“Can you roll over for me?”
Marie fell back onto her stomach and threw her weight from side to side. She rolled over until she got back onto her knees and sat like a dog once more. After learning to roll, he taught her to play dead, and finally, he told her to present herself.
“What?” she asked, not sure what he meant.
The second that word escaped her mouth, Marie regretted her choice to speak. If she wanted to speak or actively rebel, it should have been for something more worthwhile. She should have done it to really accomplish something. Instead, it was just a mistake.
Garret punished her for it. One tap at his phone sent out the signal and jolted her back into submission.
She fell back onto her knees and elbows. Her heart pounded and Marie lifted her head to look back at the man who controlled her. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t try to resist him, not anymore. As much as the thought burned her mouth, Marie refused to fight a losing battle. He had her. She had to accept this.
Marie got back onto her knees, spread her arms to reveal her tits, and rested her butt back on the rubber floor. She parted her knees to reveal herself again. Garret got to watch her like a puppy on display.
“Smart girl,” he told her and gave her a pat on the head.
The days started to blur together. Marie couldn’t help it. She didn’t think it would happen. In fact, Marie thought every minute and hour would remain in her memory like some seared image. Instead, it turned out the life of a dog wasn’t terribly interesting.