A Well Trained Pup

Chapter One-3

‘Now let’s try again. Remember, as fast as you can.’

This time she’s off as soon as the ball is released, scuttling across the floor and picking it up in her mouth almost before it has stopped rolling. She hurries back and presents the ball to him.

‘Good girl,’ he says, beaming. He tosses the ball away again.

This is getting hard work, she thinks, as she retrieves it once more. But they aren’t finished yet. Three more times the ball is tossed away, three more times she fetches. Then he throws the ball away once more, and this time it rolls under the piano. She puts her head right down at floor level. She can see the ball, but there’s no way she can reach it, certainly not with her mouth.

‘Woof,’ she says. ‘Woof, woof.’

He comes over and gets the ball out with his crop. He throws it onto the sofa. She hastens after it and sits up on the sofa with the ball in her mouth, offering it to him.

‘Good pup,’ he says, taking the ball and stroking the back of her neck. She makes a snuffling sound. He sits down and pulls her onto his lap. She wishes he could kiss her, but it’s impossible with the headdress. But when he slips a hand between her legs she ceases to worry about kisses. He starts to do something so nice she can’t think of anything else. He keeps doing it. She wonders if she’s allowed to do what she wants to do in response. She wants it very badly, and he’s still got his hand moving between her legs.

‘Does my pup want some relief?’ he asks.

She nods. He touches her a little more. It doesn’t take long. She’s unable to help herself making some un-puppy like noises as he finishes her. After, she’s so grateful. She snuggles up next to him. She turns her head up towards him; she wants to say, is there anything I can do for you, master? She hopes he can read her mind.

Suddenly he smacks her playfully on the bottom. ‘It’s bath time, pup,’ he says.

Tugging on her leash, he leads her up to the bathroom. He runs the water, carefully adjusting the temperature, and adds a little of the scented oil she likes. He sits on a chair and beckons her close. He unlaces the headdress and carefully lifts it off. She feels strange, naked in a different way with it removed. In fact, she’s no longer quite sure of who or what she is. Is she still pup? She can’t bring herself to look at him; she’s suddenly shy.

He has no doubts of what her role is. ‘In the bath, pup,’ he says.

She steps in and sits down. He takes a face flannel and rubs soap on it. He begins to wash her back. Then he soaps her front, lathering over and under her breasts. It’s a nice feeling; her n*****s start to respond. But he’s intent on giving her a thorough washing, so he soon moves off her breasts, washing her face and neck.

‘Up on your knees, pup,’ he says. She gets up out of the water.

‘Open your legs,’ he says.

She blushes as he soaps between her legs, carefully cleaning the soft folds of her cunt. His fingers are deft; she wishes he would do it for longer. But he turns her round and starts to soap her ass, circling the tight little hole. Then it’s a thorough rinse.

He tells her to sit back down in the bath. He takes the shower and wets her hair, then he starts to shampoo it. She always likes it at the hairdresser when she gets her hair washed, but it’s usually a young girl who does it, not a puppy-trainer. He does it very well, massaging her scalp for a long time (such bliss!) before rinsing the soap away. Finally she lies back in the water while he washes her legs and feet, which he manages to do without tickling.

She’d like to lie there longer, maybe while he washed her all over again, but he orders her out of the bath. She stands on the bath-towel, dripping, while he dries her, rubbing her all over with a huge soft white towel. He wraps another big towel around her and sits her on the chair. Taking the hair dryer, he slowly brushes her hair as it dries. She feels cosseted, a pampered pup. When at last her hair is dry he takes her into the bedroom. He takes the towels off her and puts her naked into the bed.

‘Be a good little pup now,’ he says. ‘No touching where you shouldn’t. I’ll be up later.’

She snuggles down into the bed. She’s going to try and keep awake till he comes up. She loves to fall asleep while he holds her close. Maybe he’ll even want to do something with her, something nice. But then she starts to feel drowsy. Can she stay awake that long?