Puppy Girls Page 5

  Automatically, I cocked my head to the side surprised at this line of conversation. "That's right," Nick told me. "I'm sure you won't believe me at first, but this is really for your own good. You'll be so much happier as a little puppy. You see, running a major business just wasn't for you. Think about how stressed you were all the time. This way, you just have to worry about doing tricks and playing games and sleeping and pleasing your owner." He nodded, bobbing his head up and down. That exaggerated motion would have been perfect for an actual puppy.

  But I wasn't an animal!

  Even if Nick had a point about the stress, I wasn't going to give in. I wasn't going to let him make this decision for me because I was a strong woman with my own company.

  "There's just one more trick for today," he told me and pulled something from his pocket. It was a small white rubber ball. Instantly, I knew what Nick had planned for me, but that didn't stop me from shaking my head frantically.

  No, no way! He couldn't be serious. There was just no way he wanted to make me do that. Of all the tricks he had suggested, this one was by far the most demeaning.

  The collar must've drained from my face because he bobbed his head again, "That’s right, doggie girl. You're going to play fetch for me. You know how this works, right? The rules are very simple. I threw the ball and you bring it back to me."

  The embarrassment made me breathe harder. I couldn't do this. Despite all of my brave words about being able to hold back my own ego in order to get the time I needed to overcome the collar, I wasn't about to play fetch. This was just going too far.

  Again, Nick read my expression with ease. "Now, if you decide to be a stubborn doggie girl, then I'm going to make you go back and get the ruler. You don't want that, do you?" He smirked again with that same paternal cockiness. It was so easy for him. Every decision I made either risked punishment or cost me more of my dignity.

  But Nick? He could taunt me to his heart’s content, while there was seemingly nothing that I could do about it.

  Nick tossed the ball, "Go get it. Go get the ball, doggie girl. Get the ball. Get the ball. You can do it, puppy girl. Yes, you can!”

  Quivering with embarrassment, I darted after the little sphere. I chased it into the corner of the room and was about to take it up in my hand when Nick’s voice cracked out, "Nope. That’s not how dogs carry things. Is it?"

  I cursed at him under my breath, and then bowed my head down so that I could wrap my lips around the ball. I crawled back to Nick and dropped the rubber sphere into his outstretched hand.

  He threw again. “Oops. It looks like you’ll have to go get it one more time!”

  Hoping this might work, I tried something else. I wasn't proud of myself for this next attempt, but what choice did I have?

  I raised my hands again and loosened my wrists until my fingers hung down in the approximation of pathetic little paws. Whimpering, I pouted out my lower lip and faced him, begging like a good little doggie.

  “Oh, you don’t like playing fetch?”

  I shook my head quickly and with as much dignity as I could manage in that position. It really wasn’t much.

  “That’s a shame because it’s an important skill for you to have.”

  Resisting the urge to growl because that would have only undermined my position further, I turned around and grabbed up the ball again. I brought it back to my owner. This time, I watched, hoping he wouldn’t just chuck it back into the corner or bounce it against the wall. He did. He tossed it back and clapped his hands, ordering me to retrieve it for him.

  “This is how puppies have fun,” Nick explained to me. “And who’s my puppy? That’s right! You’re my little dog now.”

  I glared at him, wishing again that I could fire him. It was so difficult to believe that only this morning I woke up as his boss. Now he had me submissive and servile. Seething, I allowed him to tease me and waited.

  “But you know what? Puppies like to lick. Are you ready to lick your owner?”

  I swallowed, thinking of how he had already made me orgasm twice. Deep down, I had been wondering how long it would take for Nick to decide he wanted to have me in some way. This, it seemed, was my time.

  Nick sat up and unzipped his fly. When he pulled out his cock, he had already completely hardened. I licked my lower lip, not sure how to play this. For once, he wanted something from me.

  “Puppies like licking crotches, don’t they?” he asked. “Now come here, puppy girl. Let’s see what my Jane doggie can do.” There was something else in his expression, a fierceness I hadn’t seen before. Right away, I could tell that if I defied him now, the punishment would be even more extreme. This time, he might really lead me outside.

  Tentatively, I crawled up to him. He smiled and said, “You know, I think we should change your hair.”

  “What?” I asked before I could stop myself. Clearly, he enjoyed my reaction. I rarely worried about my appearance. Back in college, so many of my classmates worried about parties and makeup while I studied the business texts and advanced math I’d need to start my own company. This didn’t mean I looked especially frumpy or anything. With my lithe physique, the best way to describe me probably would have been as the girl next door. That was one reason why so many of my competitors underestimated me.

  But I did like my hair. I kept it shiny and smooth, and the idea of him changing it sent shivers of rage pounding down my spine. The second I was within reach, he grabbed me by my hair and brought me close. Then he issued the simple command, “Override: lick and suck on my cock.”

  The collar beeped again and the electrical impulses shot into my body. They may not have hurt, but their power was undeniable as I was forced to move forward and flick my tongue out. I started to lick his shaft.

  Nick remained quiet for several seconds, and even though I couldn’t see him with my eyes aimed squarely at the tip of his penis, I could easily imagine his expression. He would be smirking at me, savoring the way he so easily caught his boss and turned me into his slave dog.

  I licked and when the other command kicked in, I stretched my neck even more and enveloped my lips around his cock. Down and up, I ran my mouth and tongue along his cock. When droplets of his pre-come formed at the tip of his cock, I licked those away and applied a little more suction. The collar compelled me to blow this man, yet I drew on all of my skills. I didn’t want to. Just, I had no choice.

  For a second, I considered biting him. The thought sent shivers of brutal amusement dancing down my back, but I couldn’t do it. Literally, the collar prompted me to continue licking and sucking. I didn’t get a choice in the matter. It wasn’t like Nick trusted me to behave. He didn’t need to, not when my collar forced my obedience.

  My lips tightened a little more as I brought the length of my tongue along his full girth. Since I was so concentrated on his penis, I didn’t realize what else Nick had started to do. “There’s a good dog,” he told me as he gathered up strands of my hair. He had a rubber band out as well and quickly tied my hair into a big, floppy pigtail. As I kept sucking and licking by his command, he repeated it.

  Although I didn’t get to see my reflection, I could guess how I looked now. Those big pigtails would look like floppy dog ears. Seething, I exhaled some of my frustration through my nose. I wanted to leap back, to rush off, but I couldn’t do it.

  The collar wouldn’t let me.

  Trying to ignore those images of myself collared and now appearing more and more like some docile pet, I kept sucking him. In fact, I resisted the only way I could. I threw all of my effort into this blowjob. I moved faster and took him deeper and deeper until the tip of his head banged against the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but I stifled it and refused to give into my body’s natural inclinations.

  “Would you like me to come in your mouth?” he asked.

  Even as I sucked and licked his shaft, I shook my head. I really, really didn’t. “Too bad,” he told me. “You’re a pet, so you do as your master say
s. Isn’t that right?”

  Because I wanted this conversation to end, I bobbed my head just a few fractions of an inch. He patted me again and grabbed my pigtails. He wrapped the strands of hair around his knuckles and he guided me. He used my mouth and took me right there in the mouth.

  He was going to come. I had never let anyone come in my mouth before. The thought disgusted me. And when he started to come, I had to stop thinking about that. Unless I wanted to aspirate his semen, I needed to focus. I started to drink it down as his cock pulsed, shooting his load. Clenching my hair in his hands, he sped me up, jerking my head down and up as his load shot hot and fast into my mouth.

  Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing, I downed all of it until he finished.

  Once the command was fulfilled, I scooted back. The taste of his lingering come knocked against my taste buds.

  I hoped that Nick would need some time to regain his composure. Nope. He grinned at me and said I did a great job. “Your mouth is definitely suited for service. I guess that makes you a service animal,” he said, got up, and grabbed the end of my leash.

  I crawled after him. It was stupid to ask, but as he walked me, I couldn’t help myself. One question had been nipping at the edge of my thoughts.

  Starting out with something that I hoped would please Nick, I said, “Master?”

  “What is it, pet?”

  “How long are you going to keep me like this?”

  He paused in the hallway and actually turned around. Bending over, he braced his hands on his knees even as I had to strain my neck to see his face. I hated being in such an obviously meek position down on my hands and knees and staring up at him as though he were some sort of god.

  “Keep you like what?” he taunted. Nick was going to make me say it.

  “As your dog.”

  “You don’t like being my pet?” Now he put on a faux pout. I hated how easily he could tease me, but what else could I do? When I didn’t respond, he forced me. “When I ask you a question, you had better answer.”

  “No. I don’t like being your dog.”

  “Maybe you’ll feel better after we get to the kitchen,” he said and gave another pull on my leash. I crawled after him.

  We made it to the kitchen where he took my leash and tied it to the pillar by the counter.

  “I wouldn’t want you to get lost. And after that appetizer, I’m sure you’re still pretty hungry. Isn’t that right?”

  Even though I didn’t respond, hunger pangs grabbed at my stomach. After so much movement on my hands and knees and the general struggles I had put up to keep Nick from enslaving me, I needed to eat.

  Waiting patiently, I remained there on the floor while Nick put something on the stove. The scent of meat filled my nostrils. I couldn’t wait to get something else into my mouth since the taste of his orgasm lingered on my tongue.

  Nick worked quickly. He made himself a sandwich and sat down at the table. I tossed several longing glances in his direction, but I could already tell that the meat he used was some of the gourmet salami I picked up from my favorite deli. As he ate my food, I could have tried to complain, but what would that have gotten me? Any word of protest would have done nothing but highlight exactly how far I had fallen.

  “Hungry, girl?” he asked, glancing over in my direction after several bites. He tore out a piece of meat and offered it up to me.

  “Override: if you’re hungry, come get it.”

  I swallowed, hoping that the if/then command he gave would confuse the collar. It didn’t. Right away, the device beeped again and I crawled over to him. He was sitting just outside of my leash’s reach which meant he had to hold the food up to me. I couldn’t just snatch it away.

  “Beg for it.”

  I got on my haunches again, spread my knees and lifted my hands, wrists loose once again. At the same time, I barked like a good girl. A blush of crimson humiliation flared across my chest, up my neck, and toward my cheeks, but I kept at it. “Arf! Arf!” I barked for him, hoping he’d feed me.

  Nick tossed the salami in my direction. It landed on the kitchen floor. “Well?” he asked. “Aren’t you hungry?” He had his eyes on me, and they gleamed with that same sadistic amusement because he intended to tear me down another peg. He was going to watch me eat off of the floor.

  I bent down until my nose almost touched the kitchen tiles. Opening my lips, I thought of how I kept this floor clean. This really wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t like I went traipsing through here after playing in the mud or something. Because he could control me and punish me, I did it.

  I snatched the slice of salami from the floor and chewed it and swallowed it. The spicy taste burned my taste buds, but I didn’t mind. Once I had it down, I turned back to him and tried to appear obedient even as I kept hoping he wouldn’t be “generous” again.

  “You know, that was a very special treat. Puppies don’t get to eat people food very often. No, you’re an animal, a pet, and while I intend to take very good care of you, there are certain boundaries that you must always remember. Got it?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Smart girl,” he said and went back to eating. He finished the next two thirds of his sandwich before he smirked and turned back to me. “Let’s see what other tricks you can do. Want to try something harder?”

  Like it mattered, I shook my head.

  “But you want to be able to perform for me. You’re going to impress all of my friends with your talent and skill. You’ll have to prove that you’re a smart little puppy girl.” Every word came together as a statement. I kept hoping I might hear a question mark somewhere in his voice, but Nick was making a promise.

  He intended to show me off like this, stripped, punished, collared, leashed, and degraded worse than I could have imagined before walking into his office and first feeling the weight of leather and micro-circuitry. I had to escape before he could make that happen.

  “Now, I’m going to throw some bread at you,” he said. “And you’re going to catch it.”

  Pursing my lips into an angry line, I bobbed my head. If I went along with him, maybe he’d hold off on demonstrating my newfound humiliation. I could look like I was trying, trying but failing and perhaps I could busy myself some time. It would be a lot like threading a needle, but I didn’t see any other alternative.

  “Back straight, hands up. Remember, this is a treat for the puppy, so you have to beg like a proper pet. Isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, Master,” I told him without any enthusiasm.

  Nick tore off a piece of bread and tossed it toward me. I opened my mouth wide and jumped for it, sitting up as much as I could before the collar dug into my neck. I got close, but the bread bounced off my chin and hit the floor.

  “Well?” he asked.

  “Arf! Arf! Arf!” I barked and bent down to eat the fallen crust.

  “Let’s try that again.”

  For the next few minutes, Nick tossed scraps at me, and I tried to catch them between my teeth. I missed the following two crusts. Then I caught a piece of cheese and swallowed it down, though it wasn’t enough to fill my tummy.

  Satisfied with my progress or humiliation, Nick got up and tossed the rest of his sandwich into the trash. By then, a different scent filled with kitchen. He had cooked something. It seemed like some sort of meat.

  “You’ve been very good, so I’m going to give you another treat. Are you thankful?”

  “Yes, Master. I’m very thankful. Thank you for taking care of me.” Again, I spoke mechanically, but he nodded anyway. Every time I said those words, they became a little truer. Every time I called him my owner, I lost something, something I couldn’t get back. At the same time, he cemented his hold over me.

  I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  Nick offered me my meal. Setting down two bowls, one metal, the other plastic, Nick crossed his arms and towered above me. This time around, it was very clear that I wouldn’t get a chance to ask for something else. “Overri
de: eat.” The command forced me to dip my face down into the plastic bowl.

  I leaned down and pushed my face into my meal. It was wet and meaty, like something an actual canine would consume. Opening my mouth, I took a big mouthful, chewed, and swallowed. I got some of the juice on my face. When I tried to pull back, my body refused to comply.

  But then I tried something else. I was thirsty, so I moved over to the water bowl. Again, I didn’t get to use my hands. I couldn’t even sip the water. Instead, I had to lap it up just like a dog. And the whole time, Nick watched me. He observed as I sank another level into a new kind of humiliation.

  I thought the opportunity to escape would present itself quickly. That was a pretty silly notion. Thinking back on it, I realize now that I should have been more patient, but it was so frustrating. At first, it was only supposed to take hours for me to somehow find real clothes, get the collar off, and get out of my own house.

  I kept fantasizing about how it would feel to get that collar and extract its secrets.

  Those images never materialized because I couldn’t find anyway out. In the first day, he made me crawl around my own house and perform those ludicrous tricks for him.

  On the second day, he kept feeding me and continued with what he called my “training”. That meant more tricks. In the entertainment room, he made me crawl laps around the couch. That sounded easy, but when he pulled out a crop and made me go faster, it could be very challenging. Considering that babies crawled, I would have assumed this form of movement to be absurdly easy.

  It wasn’t.

  During these days, I kept seeking some weakness. The collar had to have one. Every engineer knows that technology is never perfect, never flawless. Nick messed something up. He didn’t think of something, so I just had to find it. Searching and searching, I tried to imagine how Nick designed this thing.

  I didn’t come up with anything. I couldn’t break it off. The batteries seemed strong. The verbal processors always understood exactly what Nick meant and it only responded to his voice orders.