Chapter One
When E. enters the room, she’s waiting as instructed, kneeling naked on the floor,
her bottom resting on her heels, her back straight, her hands behind her. He reaches down
and strokes the back of her neck.
‘Is puppy ready for her training?’ he says.
She nods. From the cupboard he fetches the hood. She’s been shown it already, but
this is the first time it will be used. When she first caught sight of it, in the online
fetish store he directed her to, she was intimidated. It had a long muzzle, just like a
real dog, with a zip for the mouth. It encased the whole head, with two dog-like ears at
the top. She’s never worn anything like this and only played around once or twice with
masks.
As he fits it over her head, she inhales the powerful smell of the new leather. He
makes sure it fits snugly, then laces it tightly up at the back. She peers out through the
small holes for her eyes. She can only see straight ahead. He unzips the mouth opening and
pushes the big leather plug attached to the inside of the headdress into her mouth. She
can feel the hood changing her, her head transformed, her mouth gagged; she’s so docile
now, such a good girl. He zips up the mouth again. She can breathe perfectly well, but
she’s enclosed, controlled.
He’s got more things to put on her. First there are leather wrist cuffs. Once they
are on, he connects them with a short metal chain. She can move her hands but only about
six inches apart. He puts similar cuffs on her ankles, and these too are chained together.
Her movements are going to be quite restricted. And then he brings out something she
hasn’t seen before—a leather belt, about six inches wide, more like a mini-corset. He fits
it round her waist, pulling the straps tight so her waist is nipped in. It’s not
uncomfortable, but it adds greatly to her sense of being restricted, restrained. And then
her eyes open wide as from the drawer he brings another leather belt, much narrower and
shorter. It has two wooden plugs attached, smooth, polished plugs, one a little bigger
than the other. Quickly he lubricates her bottom and pushes in the smaller of the plugs,
although it’s plenty big enough, filling her ass completely full. The other plug he pushes
into her cunt. Then he buckles each end of the belt to her leather corset, front and back,
so that the belt stretches tight between her legs, and the plugs push up inside her, held
securely in place. Finally, he snaps a leather leash onto the steel ring at the back of
her hood, and she’s ready.
She knows the commands and what’s expected of her. This isn’t the first training
session, but never before has she been dressed for the part. From the chair he picks up
his riding crop and swishes it to and fro. Fervently she hopes he won’t feel the need to
use it. He tugs on the leash.
‘Walkies,’ he says.
She crawls after him. The chains on her cuffs are awkward. She almost gets herself in
a tangle as she tries to keep up with him while he marches smartly round the room. She
knows she has to keep exactly level with his feet, not too far in front, not too far
behind. Suddenly he stops, yanking hard on the leash.
‘Sit,’ he says.
She rests back on her heels.
‘Beg,’ he says.
She lifts up her hands as she’s been taught, holding them on each side of her face,
the chain just under her nose. Gagged as she is, he can’t feed her some morsel as he
otherwise might. Perhaps she’ll get a little reward later.
‘Walk,’ he says, pulling hard on the leash.
He takes her into the kitchen and opens the back door. Instinctively she holds back.
Surely he can’t mean to take her out there dressed like this? There’s a hedge, but the
back garden is by no means hidden from prying neighbours.
Sensing her reluctance, he pulls harder still on the leash, and suddenly flicks the
crop against her bare bottom. It doesn’t hurt much, but it focuses her mind, and she
begins to crawl forward. They circle the garden twice, while she glances from side to
side, trying to see if they are being watched. She sighs with relief when they go back
inside, without apparently being noticed. He leads her into the sitting room, sits on the
couch and draws her towards him, patting his lap, meaning her to rest her head there. He
strokes her back, soothing her, then begins to speak to her about her training, telling
her what a good little puppy she is and how fond of her he is. But he says that her
natural exuberance needs some regulation. She needs to understand that she mustn’t jump up
on him without being told to, that she mustn’t lick his face unless he says to do so.
Above all, she mustn’t try to sniff his crotch like little puppy dogs often do. Inside her
hood she allows herself a smile at this last command. He says that later this afternoon
there will be more training. He’s going to show her just exactly how he wants her to
provide oral service. She has a natural talent, he says, but she must learn to be a little
more disciplined and do only what he tells her to and not get carried away. Does she
understand? She nods. She so much wants to do everything well and please him.
‘And now, little puppy, I have something to tell you. I have decided on a name for
you.’
She looks up at him expectantly, her head cocked to one side, eager to be told.
‘From now on, when you are my puppy dog you will answer to the name ‘pup’. Do you like
it?’
She nods, then rubs her head against his knee. Pup by name and pup by nature.
‘Time for lunch,’ he says. ‘Are you hungry, pup?’
With her gag still in place under the headdress, she can’t speak, but she nods her
head enthusiastically.
‘When puppies see food coming, they wag their tails,’ he says.
She looks up at him, not quite sure what is expected.
‘Turn around and let me see you wag your tail,’ he instructs.
With the headdress in place, he can’t see her blushes. But he must know they are
there. She turns around and wiggles her bottom from side to side. It’s a little awkward
with the two plugs in place between her legs, and she feels a little foolish, but what can
she do? He seems pleased with the result. He pulls on her leash and leads her into the
kitchen.
‘Sit,’ he says.
She sits back on her heels by the kitchen table, then goes to the fridge.
‘What do puppies eat, I wonder?’ he says to himself.
He comes back with some cold meat on a plate and the makings of a salad. There’s some
bread and cheese too. He sits at the table and begins to eat. She’s feeling quite hungry
now, but though she has her head tilted back expectantly, he seems to be ignoring her.
Several minutes pass in silence. Then he puts down his knife and fork and unzips the mouth
of the headdress. He reaches in and removes her gag.
‘Hands behind your back,’ he says, unhitching the chain linking them together. He
reaches behind her, and links her wrists together again. He puts a small piece of meat on
a fork and offers it to her. She tries to takes it off the fork with her lips, but he
moves it away.
‘I want to hear you ask nicely,’ he says.
She’s not quite sure what this would entail, but she has to make an effort.
‘Please, sir, would –’
‘No,’ he says sharply. ‘I mean, ask like a pup would. What do pups say?’
She blushes scarlet inside her headdress. She remembers the first time he made her do
this, how humiliating it was. I’m a grown woman, she thought, I can’t play these silly
games. But he was adamant. They would stay there until she obeyed, he had said, and she
knew he meant it. At first, the sound that came out of her mouth was more like a tiny
squeak than anything. He’d insisted she try again, that she could do better. After several
more attempts, she did it to his satisfaction. ‘Woof, woof,’ she had said, nearly dying of
shame.
So now, she has to say it again. Though it’s not the first time it doesn’t seem any
easier. She hesitates, trying to summon up courage. He puts the fork with the piece of
meat into his own mouth, and chews contentedly.
‘I don’t care if you don’t eat at all,’ he says indifferently. He takes another
mouthful. Pup is getting really hungry now. Is it such a big thing he’s asking? But the
more she hesitates, the bigger a thing it seems to become. Getting up, he fetches his
riding crop from the other room.
‘I’m losing patience,’ he says.
He raises the crop and brings it down across her rump. It stings. But worse than
that, she’s displeased him.
‘Woof, woof,’ she says.
‘Again. Louder.’
‘Woof, woof,’ she says with more conviction.
‘Good little pup,’ he says. He spears a piece of meat with his fork and puts it in
her mouth. She chews with relish. He offers her a piece of lettuce, then a slice of
tomato. It’s a slow process, but he is patient. She’s allowed a bite from a slice of
bread, then more meat and salad. He cuts a morsel of cheese and holds it above her head.
‘Woof, woof,’ she says without being told.
‘Catch,’ he says, and lets the cheese drop. She manages to catch it in her mouth
before it falls. Finally he peels an apple and feeds it to her slice by slice.
‘Are you thirsty, pup?’ he asks.
‘Woof, woof,’ she says again.
He fetches a bowl, fills it with water and sets it on the floor. She doesn’t see how
she could possibly drink from it with the headdress on. He goes to a drawer and returns
with a packet of straws, and puts one in her mouth.
‘Drink,’ he says.
She kneels down, her mouth close to the bowl and begins to suck up the water through
the straw. She wishes it were something stronger. When the water is all gone he takes the
straw away.
‘Good girl,’ he says, and pats her on the head. He tugs on her leash and they return
to the sitting room. He sits on the sofa and picks up his book, then pats the sofa beside
him.
‘Up,’ he says.
Pup scrambles up onto the sofa. He pushes her head down onto his lap. She wonders if
he wishes for oral service, but not yet, it seems. He begins to read his book while pup
lies beside him, her head nestling in his lap, wearing a smile of contentment underneath
her headdress. He strokes her neck. She feels drowsy. Would he mind if she had a little
nap?
She daydreams. Her mind goes back to their first meeting, several months ago, at a
munch. She’d gone along with a friend, as a dare. She’d never thought of herself as one of
those kind of people, kinky people or whatever they called themselves; she wasn’t dressed
in anything unusual, just jeans and a shirt and boots. She liked the look of him from the
start, a face that looked interesting, with some experience written on it. And he’d spoken
to her in a way that stirred her, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. So when he
asked her if she’d like a drink the following week, she said yes. It was over that drink
she found out about him, that he called himself a dominant. She was intrigued if a little
sceptical. Surely one couldn’t take this seriously, all that kneeling and saying ‘yes,
sir’ and ‘no, master’. ‘I promise I won’t make you call me Dark Lord of the Underworld,’
he said. At least he had a sense of humour.
So they started seeing each other, and it wasn’t long before she did begin to take it
seriously after all. When he slipped into dom mode she found his voice irresistible.
Pretty soon she was doing things she’d never dreamed of. One day she’d gone to the
swimming-pool with the friend who had taken her to the munch, and the friend saw the
bruises on her bare bottom when they showered.
‘My god,’ the friend said. ‘What on earth happened to you?’
‘I needed correction,’ she said, with the air of someone who is at peace with what
she is. But this was just the beginning.
They discussed it a lot, she and him, which direction he wanted to take it and what
her limits were (they’d already gone way past some of the things she’d initially told him
she would never do). Then one day they started discussing the puppy thing. She wasn’t sure
to this day quite who first thought of it. It seemed to just spring out of both of them.
That night, back in her own little bed, she lay awake thinking about being his puppy,
being trained, being owned, being there for him, to do with as he pleased. She was
excited; not just excited so that she got wet, though she certainly did that; but excited
right down to her bones. She knew, she just knew, this was what she’d always wanted. Now
she’s found a man who wanted to do this with her. Really wanted to; not just because she
found the idea appealing, but because, as he told her, it had always been his dream to
train a little puppy to please him.
Pup drifts from this reverie into a doze. After half an hour she wakes and stretches.
He rubs the back of her neck and strokes her down her bare back. She makes a little
snuffling sound. She’s still wearing all the puppy gear he put on her, the headdress, the
wrist and ankle cuffs, the tight waist belt and the two plugs between her legs. Her wrists
are still linked behind her back, and the plugs fit snugly and are not uncomfortable, but
they are a constant reminder of her subordinate status, that she is a little owned pet,
who may no longer do as she wishes in matters of pleasure. Her cunt and ass are filled and
will remain so until it is his pleasure to open them. She can only hope that if she is
good and attentive to her training, that he will give her the reward she craves, the
reward that would necessitate removing at least one of the plugs.
The gag has not been replaced since lunch.
‘Pup,’ he says, ‘as you know, there are certain things I need you to do for me from
time to time.’
She nods.
‘Little puppies like to lick and suck, do they not?’
She nods again. ‘Woof,’ she says.
He reaches behind and unfastens the chain connecting her wrists. ‘Use your little
paws to take my cock out,’ he says.
She does as he orders.
‘Now hold it in your paws.’
She does so and looks up at him expectantly.
‘Pull back the foreskin, then run your tongue over the head,’ he says.
She bends to her task, trying to do it in the way that will give him the most pleasure.
‘Slide your tongue under the rim of the head,’ he says. ‘All the way round, then all the
way back.’
She does this. His cock feels so warm and smooth to touch.
‘Now run your tongue all the way down the little ridge at the back, down as far as my
balls, then up again.’
She does this, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft several times.
‘Now take it in your mouth.’
She holds the head of his cock between her lips, uncertain how far he wants it to go.
He presses down gently on the back of her head.
‘Take it all down, there’s a good pup,’ he says.
She takes his cock as far in as she can, right to the back of her throat. She’s proud
that she knows how to do this. He knows this isn’t the first cock she’s sucked, and he
approves that she has had some prior training, just so long as she pays attention to the
things that he particularly likes.
‘Suck it in and out now,’ he says. ‘Not too fast.’
She concentrates on her task, trying to make her movements as sensual as she can. She
so wants to please him, and she’s gratified that he is making little grunting noises
indicating his pleasure.
‘Now lick my balls, pup,’ he says.
She does as he asks. He tells her to suck one of his balls into her mouth, very
gently.
She manages this.
‘Now the other one too,’ he says. Her mouth is full of his balls, while in her hand
she holds his rigid cock. He sighs with satisfaction.
‘Good girl,’ he says. ‘In time I shall teach you other refinements, other things to
do with your fingers and with your tongue, and maybe your teeth too. I shall make you the
perfect little cock-sucking pet. But now I want to come, in your mouth. You must take it
all in and swallow, do you understand?’
She nods. Her mouth is still full of his balls, but she takes them out carefully and
begins again to lick and suck his cock. She knows that he likes a hand on him too when he
wants to come, and she soon finds the right rhythm, rubbing slowly on the shaft while
sucking hard on the tip.
‘You mustn’t spill a drop, little pup,’ he says. ‘It’s coming soon.’
Suddenly he groans. She feels the warm thick liquid spurting into her mouth, almost
too much to hold in, but she manages to wrap her lips tightly round the head of the cock,
taking all his semen down in a couple of gulps. His cock starts to grow soft. He takes it
out of her mouth.
‘Lick it clean, pup,’ he says.
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