Puppy Girls Page 4

  As he told me all about what would happen if I continued to resist, he rubbed my chest. His fingertips were smooth and felt good. He left little tingles of delight trailing through my skin until my body clenched because he worked my breasts too. He didn’t touch my nipples, but rather glided his fingertip around those sensitive mounds. Wishing I could control my natural responses, I sensed the shift. My nipples tightened, becoming even more sensitive because he refused to actually touch me.

  Instead, Nick left me wanting and panicked at the same time. What if he really did show me off?

  He had me beaten.

  Nick dropped the stack of papers in front of me. He stopped rubbing my tummy.

  “Fine. I’ll do it.”

  “And what do you call me again?”

  I repeated my answer and hated myself for it, “Master, I’ll do it.”

  “Good girl,” he said and gave me another pat on the head. Each bit of pressure made me bit down on my lower lip. It took everything I had not to insult him, to dare him to take me for a walk. “Get the papers. And no using your hands.”

  Glowering for everything I was worth, I nonetheless got back up onto my haunches then opened the envelope. Doing it with just my tongue and teeth took a lot of effort, but I managed it somehow. Picking at the papers’ edges with my teeth, I lifted the whole packet up until they fell out.

  “Now use the pen. This time, I’ll let you use your hands.”

  Right away, I knew that wasn’t for my benefit. Nick wanted to make sure that whatever I signed happened to be legible and thus legitimate.

  “What are they?”

  “That’s not for you to worry about.”

  “These look official,” I said.

  “Doesn’t matter. You sign or you get walked. Understand?”

  I picked up the pen and started to sign on the highlighted lines. When we first got here, I thought about how I needed more information. Only now, I knew I was signing legal documents, but I couldn’t even try to scan them to figure out what they were. Frankly, I didn’t want to know.

  Rather, I let my imagination run away with me. I thought of what this could signify to bolster my sense of defiance and resistance. I had to get out of this situation, and so a healthy dose of fear would help me along with that goal.

  I finished the last document, so he crouched down and gathered up the stack. “Good girl! Such a good girl! Now don’t worry. I won’t let you use your hands for a long, long time.”

  “I’m going to get you for this.”

  “Sure you are, sweetie,” he said in the most condescending, infuriating tone I had ever heard. He gave me another pat on the head. At the same time, he pulled something from his pocket.

  “No! You said if I signed those forms, you wouldn’t take me for a walk!” I called out the second he pulled the leash from his pocket. It was thin and made from a sturdy, supple leather. The end dangled with a little clip, perfect for attaching to the ring on my collar.

  “Don’t worry; I’m just going to leash you while we do a little walk through my house.”

  “Your house?” I demanded, practically growling. Hell, I even barred me teeth as though I really were some breed of canine.

  “My house,” he said. “What do you think you just signed?”

  A seething growl emanated from my chest, but he didn’t care. Nick simply leashed me then gave a little tug to make sure I followed along. I didn’t want to do it, but simply waiting there didn’t really get me anything. Besides, his previous threat still lingered in the depths of my imagination. And now that he had me both collared and leashed, it would be even simpler to talk me for a walk out on the street.

  “What are we doing?”

  “I thought I’d show you around, you know, make sure you’re more comfortable here.”

  “This is my house.”

  “Was, was your house,” he corrected with that same smug note of arrogance. More than anything, I wanted to smack him, but again, I couldn’t. Before, it was due to my own self-control. Now I couldn’t because the collar would let me stand up straight.

  “You see, this is all going to feel very new to you. Even though you’ve lived here for a while, you haven’t done it as a doggie girl. So now, you’re going to get the chance.”

  Swallowing back my own nervousness, I tried again. I wanted and needed a straight answer, “What do you mean exactly?”

  “Before you got to walk around. Now you’re going to crawl just like a good little doggie girl. Before you got to be in charge. This was your home. Now it’s mine and you’re my pet.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, but I am,” he said as he moved into the entertainment room. This was a large space with two big couches, a coffee table, and the biggest the store had. There were some board games set up along one shelf. I had it all designed for those occasions when I needed to throw dinner parties for potential clients. Some of my best deals had been negotiated here, but now I was naked, collared, leashed and forced onto all fours like some sort of dog. My nostrils flared and it took all of my discipline not to try to run or pounce on Nick. With the collar on me, any attempt at a direct attack would surely fail.

  “And let’s start off with something simple. Roll over.”

  “I will not do tricks for you,” I insisted. In fact, I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest. Nick needed to understand that he couldn’t get me to do anything he wanted.

  “Roll over! Roll over, girl!” he said with that same mock enthusiasm people always use when dealing with their animals.

  “No.”

  “A shame,” he said and tugged me back across the room to the couch. “I know bad doggies usually get hit with newspapers, but I think this will be more effective. More fun too.” He grinned again and gave another sharp dug. The collar dug into the skin around my neck and I was forced to clamber onto his lap.

  “Now, I’m going to spank you. And when you’re ready to roll over for you Master, you’re going to bark for me.”

  Bark? My eyes widened at the prospect even as my chin rested against the side of his thigh. Instantly, I promised myself I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t degrade or debase myself by making animal noises for this man. I could take a little spanking.

  Or so I thought.

  He had smacked my butt back at the office, but then I had no idea what to expect. This time, I could brace myself. Only when he raised his hand and brought it crashing down against the curves of my butt, my whole body reverberated with the shock of heat and pain. It lanced through me, cutting a quick path straight up my spine.

  I didn’t move though, and I certainly didn’t bark. That wasn’t going to happen.

  He raised his hand again and spanked my other cheek. The heat gathered there too, spreading like a storm just beneath the surface of my skin. Breathing through my nose, I tried to remain completely focused. If I could think about something else, then the pain wouldn’t seem so bad.

  He spanked me twice more, hard and fast. Quick intakes of air dulled the pain, at least a little. But then he started to slowly caress my tormented skin. The heat only seemed to spread as my bones turned to jelly because that felt good, so, so, way too good! I wanted to hate everything Nick did to me, only right then he played with my nerves. He made me feel good, and no amount of effort could change that.

  “Bark, girl,” he ordered. Before I knew it, his hand leapt back up and shot back down, clapping his palm hard against my buttock. I steeled myself for another blow to my other cheek but he changed tactics, striking the back of my thigh.

  On and on, he did this for two, three, four minutes. That didn’t sound like much, but it felt like an eternity. Each blow whittled away my resolve until I was chugging air and fighting for every ounce of self-control.

  I wouldn’t do it.

  I wasn’t going to give into this man.

  He couldn’t control me.

  The same thoughts circled through my brain until I couldn’t take anymore. It felt like s
omething physically snapped within the confines of my psyche. The pain and humiliation of being spanked across his lap wiped away my ability to resist.

  Without thinking, the sounds emerged from deep in my throat, "Arf! Arf!” Two barks, they came out and I couldn’t bring them back. Instantly, my body tensed, but not from the pain. I wanted to go back in time and undo that, but then he started to pet me with one hand. He used his other to rub the back of my neck, just above my collar.

  It felt good. It felt delicious.

  “There’s my little puppy girl. See, I bet you thought you could hold out for days or weeks. Right? You thought you could be so strong and confident. But that’s your problem. You overestimate yourself. You’re not some boss or engineer anymore. You’re a puppy. You’re my puppy. And now that you’ve barked once, it’ll be so much easier to make you do it again.”

  “No!” I spat back, determined not to make the same mistake again.

  “Override: go to the bottom drawer and bring me back what’s inside. Override: use your mouth.” He must have planed something for me, but I wouldn’t discover what until I made it over there.

  Unfortunately for me, it didn’t take as long as I might have liked. I practically bounded across the floor, prompted by the collar’s impulse control just like every other time. I made it to the drawer, pulled it open with my teeth, and peered down inside. Off of the top of my head, I thought I had kept spare candles there, only they had been replaced with one item.

  A ruler.

  Wooden and exactly twelve inches long, the ruler waited for me. I didn’t need to ask him whether or not Nick needed it to measure. This was an instrument of punishment and absolutely nothing more. I was about to be disciplined for my attempt at defiance.

  In spite of myself, regret filled me as I leaned down and took the ruler between my lips and teeth. I had to strain my neck to accommodate the awkward angle, especially since I couldn’t simply stand up and retrieve the piece of wood with my hand. Once I had it, I spun around.

  Nick, the smug jackass, slapped his palms against his thighs, “Here, girl! C’mon, girl! C’mon like a good puppy!” His faux energy made me tighten by grip on the ruler until my teeth dug small grooves into the pliant wood.

  He didn’t prompt me to take the ruler back to him, so I could have theoretically tried to run. But because he only needed a few sounds to make me crawl right back to his feet, I didn’t even make the attempt. No, I had to hold out and marshal my resources. Right then, I realized I couldn’t actually try to fight this man at every step.

  Each time I engaged him in a battle of wills, I inevitably lost. Worse, it cost me more to lose than he needed to win. It was a game of diminishing returns, so I had to play along, at least a little bit.

  With that in mind, I rushed across the floor and climbed back onto his lap. I assumed the same degrading position on his lap. “There’s my little lap dog,” he told me and took the ruler into his hand. I reluctantly parted with it. “Now let’s try this again. Who’s my pet?”

  Although I had just rationalized why I had to obey his commands and play his games, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fight down my own vanity and yield to this man. He had a fantastical piece of technology, but I was supposed to be smarter and better! I was supposed to be in control.

  I was supposed to be his boss.

  When I didn’t answer, he stroked the ruler’s tip from the small of my back down to the edge of my thighs. “What are you?”

  “I’m your boss,” I replied right away, biting down on each syllable through my clenched teeth.

  He swatted my butt. The shard of wood burned into my skin, leaving my nerves stinging in agony. The concentrated force of the ruler hurt a lot more than his palm. But he must have known that.

  “What are you?” Nick repeated.

  “I’m a woman,” I said, hoping he might accept that.

  He didn’t. Nick struck my butt cheeks three times, jumping the wood’s bite from side to side and back again. I was squirming then, my eyes wet, though there was no way I would ever cry, no matter what he did to me. I wasn’t going to give in.

  “What are you?” asked Nick again.

  I inhaled, promising myself that I could give one more unwanted response. I’d defy him one more time before I started to play along, but a wholly different answer tumbled from my lips. “Your puppy.”

  “Say it again.”

  Embarrassment and shame clustered behind my ribs, and it almost felt harder to breathe. But I had come this far, so I shoved down my ego. I buried my self-respect and tried to think of exactly what this man wanted to hear. Fine, I thought, I’d give it to him because I didn’t want any more punishment.

  “I’m your puppy, Master.” Adding in that final word rankled me even more, but it had to be done.

  “That’s a good puppy, now speak for me.”

  Speak? My nostrils flared and the ride of my nose wrinkled with aggravated frustration, but I did it. I inhaled and pushed the air out the way my owner wanted, “Arf! Arf!” He chuckled and ran his fingers along my sides.

  “Good girl! There’s such a good girl,” he told me. One of his hands darted away, but I didn’t notice as I wiggled under his attentions. He petted and stroked my back. My time on his lap turned my muscles taut and stressed, but now I felt myself relax again, right until the moment when he slipped his fingers between my legs.

  My lower limbs had been parted a bit. Nick exploited that opening, and by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. He pushed his fingers into my pussy. Every movement I made to dislodge him only stroked his fingers against me. I could have bucked and struggled for all I was worth, but that would have only made it worse.

  Then when I tried to settle down, he got especially cruel and teased my clit. He stroked me until I felt the blood and heat rush down to the special spot between my legs. I started to pant and hyperventilate. My fingers tightened into balls as he stroked and humiliated me in equal measure.

  I came. I came so hard! Pulse pounding, my flesh tingled then it seemed like all of my perceptions exploded simultaneously. It came and went in what felt like a flash, but by then it was obvious that Nick enjoyed the whole show.

  “There. That’s what happens when you’re a good girl. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl,” he said and stroked me behind the ear. “Now let’s go explore the rest of my house.” Again, I heard that teasing lilt in his voice, but there wasn’t anything else I could do about it.

  Nick took me by the leash and walked me down the hall to the guest bedroom. "From now on, you have to ask permission to get on any of the furniture. Furniture is for people, after all. Not puppies. And you're a puppy."

  Resting on the balls of my feet, I stared back up at him. In that moment, I probably did look like a doggie girl, especially because I refused to speak. "Tell me that you understand." Something about the way the skin around his eyes crinkled made it clear exactly what kind of speech he wanted from me.

  Reminding myself that I had to obey, at least a little, I braced my fingers against the carpet raised my chin and did it, "Arf! Arf! Arf!” Three barks debased me even more, but for once it was what my master wanted from me. He scratched me behind my ear, and I cocked my head to the side on instinct. Only when he stopped did I realize that I just acted exactly like a pet canine.

  I couldn't let that happen.

  "So how do puppy girls ask for treats or to get on the furniture?"

  “Arf? Arf?” I tried, refusing to think about it very much.

  Smirking, he shook his head and said, "Good guess but not quite right. Find your inner puppy, Jane, and think about what you’d do." Honestly, I didn't have a real puppy inside of me. Instead, he simply wanted to make me think about it. He wanted me to contemplate my own humiliation and shame even more.

  Slowly, I lifted my hands up to the level of my breasts and let my wrists go limp. "That's a good start," Nick told me. "What else does the li
ttle puppy girl do to make a request?”

  I barked. I made the begging gesture. Not sure how much more of this I could take, I stifled the urge to lunge at him again. This man was not going to break me. He was not going to tame nor domesticate me. He would not train me to become his pet dog girl.

  Blinking, I thought back to everything I knew about pet animals. Only one other thing came to mind, but I didn't want to do it. This idea struck me as really bad, especially because it would cost me even more self-respect.

  But what choice did I have? How much effort would it take for Nick to issue another override and force me to crawl back into the entertainment room and get the ruler again? No, no, I couldn't let that happen.

  I whimpered.

  With my wrists limp in my arms up, I whimpered and begged like an obedient little puppy girl.

  He grinned again and patted me on the head. "Very good. Such a good girl." Having given me his praise, Nick tugged on my leash and let me back out of the guest bedroom.

  Next we went to my office. Generally, I did most of my work in my building, but occasionally I liked to have access to the server and important documents. A spartan room with a desk and a worktable, my at-home workspace was where I did some of my best thinking. Now I had to wonder what else I would do here while yoked to Nick's authority.

  Nick sat down at my desk and put his feet up. While I sat there on the floor, my former employee interlaced his fingers behind his head and decided, "I want to see my puppy girl roll over for me. Can't you do that, puppy girl? Can you be a good little doggie and roll over for your master? I think you can. Yes, I think you can!"

  I did it. And as I threw my weight from side to side, rolling over time and again, I thought back to college and what some of my professors would've thought of me like this. In particular, I took classes feminism. In that course, my teacher tried to make sure that I would never kowtow to a man. But now? Now he had me collared and leashed and naked and doing stupid pet tricks to amuse him.

  Telling myself that this was last, I rolled over several more times. I kept doing it until Nick said I could stop. "You've been a good girl. And I think that you're a happy girl because now you get to really relax."