A Well Trained Pup

Chapter One-2

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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k. 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 c**k-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 c**k. 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 c**k, taking all his semen down in a couple of gulps. His c**k starts to grow soft. He takes it out of her mouth.

‘Lick it clean, pup,’ he says.

She does so, carefully, dutifully.

‘Put it away, pup,’ he says.

She slips him back inside his trousers and zips him up. He rubs the back of her neck. ‘What a perfect little pet you are,’ he says. She makes a snuffling sound and burrows her face into his lap.

‘Perhaps we’ll let you have something nice before bedtime,’ he says.

She’s not sure what this might be. A biscuit? A glass of wine? An orgasm? Whatever it is, she is pleased to know that she has done well.

‘We’ve got just one more lesson before it’s your bath time,’ he says. ‘Every pup has to be house-trained, you know that, don’t you?’

Her body goes rigid with shock. Does this mean what she fears it means? This is not the first time something like this has been mentioned, and she’s been dreading the moment when he would force her to do something so shameful. Instinctively her body tenses and moves away from him. No, no! This is a hard limit. She can’t do this. Anything but this. Inside her headdress she feels mounting panic. Somehow he senses this. He strokes her gently, then holds her firmly by the back of her neck.

‘Nothing to worry about, pup,’ he says. ‘Just part of being a good little puppy for me. I know exactly how to do it. I know you will be shy but you must simply trust me and resolve to be a good girl.’

No, she thinks. This is too much. I can’t play this game any more. But, despite her fear of humiliation, she knows that she no longer has the power to resist him.

‘Come, pup,’ he says. He stands up and tugs hard on her leash. She crawls along behind him, trying not to show her reluctance. It doesn’t do to hang back, she’s learned that lesson already. He leads her up the stairs, along the corridor and into the bathroom. He holds her by the leash, tilting her head back, and reinserts the heavy leather plug, then zips up the mouth slot. So now she’s gagged again.

‘I think you know why we are here, pup,’ he says.

He sits on a chair and pulls her down across his lap, her face to the floor. He unbuckles the strap attached to the back of her leather corset. Then he flips her over onto her back and undoes the other strap at the front. Carefully he pulls the strap away from between her legs, the plugs easing out of her ass and her cunt. She feels empty, almost bereft, after being so full for so long.

‘Stand up,’ he says.

He washes both plugs in the hand-basin and dries them on a towel. She wonders if they are to go back in. Instead he sits back down on the chair.

‘Now, pup,’ he says, ‘I expect the sound of running water made you want to do something.’

She c***s her head to one side, pretending that she is unable to catch his meaning.

‘Doesn’t little pup want to pee?’

Inside her headdress she can feel herself blushing furiously. She tries to make a little mewling sound through the gag.

‘I want you to go and sit on the toilet. You have to learn to do it properly, like a house-trained little pup.’

She shakes her head. This is something she simply cannot do. Not if he is going to watch.

He looks stern ‘Do we have a problem here? Must I fetch my riding crop again? You won’t like it. It won’t be fun and games, and it will hurt like hell. Don’t make me do it. I know you want to please me, so sit on the seat and do a pee. We haven’t got all day.’

She can’t. She simply can’t. Not while he is sitting there watching.

‘Pups aren’t ashamed of their natural functions,’ he says. ‘A well-trained pup will do anything in front of her master. And in front of anyone else if he chooses.’

He sits there impassive, waiting. She knows his will is more powerful than hers. Slowly, very slowly, she shuffles over to the toilet and sits on the seat. But nothing happens. There is silence for several minutes.

‘I’m waiting,’ he says.

He turns on the tap in the hand-basin. The sound of water tinkling stirs something in her. Suddenly she wants to go very badly. But still her embarrassment stops her. Really, she says to herself, is it such a big deal? But she’s never done anything like this before, never even thought of it. It is such a private thing. Girls aren’t used to others watching. She knows guys stand alongside each other when they pee. That must be strange.

She feels she really needs to go, and there is no way he is leaving. With a big sigh, not daring to look at him, she opens herself and gets relief. When she finishes she reaches out for some paper.

‘Wait,’ he says.

He stands over her, tears off some paper and begins to wipe between her legs. This is even worse; she cringes with embarrassment. But he simply takes a little more paper and completes the job.

‘There,’ he says brightly. ‘All done.’

He leads her back downstairs. She wonders if the plugs are going back in. But instead he pulls her onto his lap and starts to cuddle her. Do I get the reward now, she wonders. She’s feeling frisky, bouncing up and down on the sofa next to him, which makes him laugh. He takes the plug out of her mouth and leaves the mouth zip open.

‘We’re going to play a game, pup,’ he says.

He fetches a small rubber ball. She sees that he has also brought back his riding crop. That doesn’t sound much like a game, she thinks. Inside her headdress she pouts. Hasn’t she been a good little pup? Why should he need to use his horrid crop on her?

‘Now,’ he says, ‘when I throw the ball you chase after it and bring it back to me. That’s simple enough, no?’

She nods. This might be a fun game. ‘Woof,’ she says. Somehow she’s not so self-conscious about barking now. Once the headdress is on she’s fully in character. Though she still blushes at the episode of bathroom training; she hopes she won’t have to do that again, though she fears he’s going to make a habit of it.

‘The thing is,’ he says, ‘I want you to fetch the ball quickly. If you aren’t quick enough, well...’

Instead of completing the sentence, he slaps the crop against the side of his leg. She swallows hard. How quick is quickly enough? Without warning he tosses the ball across the floor. At first she doesn’t see where it’s gone. She scrambles off the sofa and crawls over to where she can see the ball under the table. She picks it up with her hand and brings it back, holding it out to him. He takes the ball.

‘Turn around,’ he says. He doesn’t seem pleased.

‘Do little pups have hands?’ he says. ‘Do they pick things up with their hands?’

She knows better than to speak. Instead she shakes her head. Suddenly he swats her bottom with the crop. She jumps and whimpers.

‘I think you know how a pup picks up a ball,’ he says.

She nods.

‘Then let me see you do it,’ he says, and tosses the ball away again.

This time the ball goes straight through the door and out into the hall. She crawls after it and comes back with the ball in her mouth. He takes the ball and tells her to turn around once more. Reluctantly she does so. What’s the matter now? She did as she was told, surely.

‘When I say quickly, I mean you scurry as fast as your little paws will take you,’ he says. She braces herself, and just as she feared there is another swat across her bare bottom, and then a third. She squeals and takes a step forward.

‘Come back here,’ he says sternly.

She inches back towards him.

‘Don’t you dare ever try to move away when I am disciplining you,’ he says. ‘Now hold steady.’

This time it’s quite a sharp blow, and it stings. She supposes she had deserved it. She knows she must stand steady when there is discipline.