Puppy Play - ch1
The platinum tag hanging from her collar made a faint jingling sound as Misty began to tremble.
She had been instructed by Cordelia – her Mistress for the night – to lock herself in Delia’s office. Upon entering and locking the door, she was to strip down naked, fold all of her clothes, and place them in a neat pile on top of the elegant sofa against the wall. Her panties were to be placed on top of the pile, inside out, for inspection. Once finished, Misty was to walk over to Delia’s desk and retrieve her thick dog collar, which was to replace her modest and simple day collar. She had then been instructed to move on to the other two items on the desk – her insertable puppy dog tail and a slim bottle of lube. Misty knew that her Mistress adored to slip the black bulb at the base of the tail into her puppy’s tight ass for her, but tonight, Misty was to complete this preparative task herself. For Mistress was going to be entering the scene in a short while, expecting her puppy Misty to be ready for her.
And so Misty stood above the desk, slightly trembling hands, dispensing some of the lubricant onto her hand and warming it up between her fingers. Mistress often delighted in feeling her Misty gasp and clench at the feeling of the cool liquid straight from the bottle, but right now Misty had control of her comfort. She was able to make her own decisions. But, as she knew, this autonomy was to be short lived tonight. She swallowed in anticipation as she brought her slicked hand down and around behind her back, bending forward slightly so that her plump asscheeks spread apart. She touched the pad of her fingers to her tight hole, feeling her eyes suddenly shut and her mouth fall open with a gasp. But she promptly snapped it shut and bit her bottom lip, knowing that her pleasure was not her own to give. Eyes still closed and eyebrows screwed in determination, she briefly and gently inserted two of her fingers to get the lube inside her, before retracting them and spreading the remains along the outside. Misty finally opened her eyes and released her lip from between her teeth, her hand retracting from her sensitive hole to reach out for the tail. She took it and dispensed a fair amount of lube onto the bulb, massaging it around with her fingers before bringing her hand behind her again. She inserted the bulb as quickly and as curtly as she could, doing her best to hinder her own pleasure again. Just as she pulled her hand away from her ass, she heard Cordelia transmute into the locked room behind her. Misty flinched violently, but knew better than to turn around. From this point forward, she must follow her Mistress’s every command, obeying every word. And Cordelia had not yet instructed her to move.
Cordelia stood behind Misty, watching her a moment. She had smirked as she caught Misty flinch upon her entrance, and now continued smiling to herself as she watched the girl try her hardest not to move. But the curly blonde hair draping down her toned back shook in sudden waves now and then, putting Misty’s anticipatory trembling on full display. Delia’s favorite bit of the vision before her, though, was the black, curved tail jutting out erect from Misty’s ass. That sight would never fail to please her.
After her quick survey, Cordelia turned and walked slowly and confidently to the sofa, her black heels clicking against the dark hardwood and the skirt of her black, skintight dress straining around the curves of her thighs and ass. A slender, black crop was balanced delicately between her hands.
Misty remained turned away from her Mistress, trying not to shake as she heard her Mistress’s steps come to a languid stop.
Her young cunt throbbed as her Mistress finally spoke.
“I see you’ve been a good girl, Misty.. following my orders.”
Misty swallowed dryly and shook her head in humble agreement, reminding herself that she had not been permitted to speak. Delia picked up on the quiet obedience. She was pleased. “You can turn around now, baby.”
Misty turned, and felt her knees quake and her heart stop at the sight of her Delia, her Mistress.
Delia shot her baby a wicked smile, placing her dominant and almost predatory state of mind on full display. Her honey brown eyes were warm, as they always were. No matter how dominant Delia got, Misty felt safe. Protected. Even as her mental and physical limits for pain and humiliation were strained. Delia loved her baby endlessly and wanted her to feel secure.
Misty knew this, but for now her mind was much more focused and excited by the fact that Cordelia was going to dominate her, that she was going to hurt her and please her and treat her like the dog that she was. It had been quite a delight to Delia when it was discovered between them that her sweet, innocent, naïve Misty exhibited masochism in bed. All it took was a thoughtless, impassioned scratch to her baby’s back or a playful slap to her ass and Misty was putty in her hands.
Delia reflected back on the first time she properly spanked Misty as she walked toward the girl, caressing and stroking the rigid crop between her hands, picturing how deliciously it would thwack against the lily-white skin of Misty’s ass. Upon reaching the girl, she bit her lip and let her eyes run over Misty’s naked body, noticing all the ways that Misty was desperately reacting to her approach. Delia wrapped her arm around her waist, soon lowering her hand to grope Misty’s ass as she raised the crop to let the tethered end caress the girl’s cheek and down her neck.
Misty’s body screamed, her lips falling open and her panting tongue peeping through ever so slightly, clearly exhibiting her desire to kiss Delia, to submit to her mouth and feel Delia’s tongue fill her as their lips would massage each other. She couldn’t stop herself from leaning her head forward slightly, eyes beginning to flutter shut as Delia seemed to lean forward too.
But instead of a languid kiss, Misty was met with a chuckle centimeters from her lips, opening her eyes to see that Delia had leaned away from her again. She was teasing her. Misty whined.
“Such an eager little girl…are you eager for your Mistress, puppy?” Misty whimpered. “Hmm, I know baby...we’ll put that pretty mouth to good use. But first – on your knees.”
Misty obeyed. She got on her knees immediately, fumbling somewhat in her eagerness and brushing against Delia’s lower half. Misty wanted to pres herself up against Delia further, properly clinging onto her. But she knew this wasn’t allowed yet.
Delia wanted that too, but she also enjoyed enforcing the rules. “Oh, oh, down – DOWN, girl. You know you’re not to touch unless you’re given permission. You’re to be a good puppy, an obedient puppy. Luckily, I’ve prepared some activities to practice that…obedience.
With that, Delia left Misty on her knees and walked over to the private cupboard against a discrete corner of her office. She opened it and got out her black leash for Misty. Delia fingered the false leather of the long strap, quietly smirking to herself before shutting the cupboard and turning to her baby again. Cordelia held the leash firmly in one hand and used the other to bring the tip of her crop down to her shoe, tapping it lightly – starring down Misty as she opened her lips to speak.
"Come."
Misty, still on the ground, crawled on her hands and knees over to her Mistress. She kept her head respectfully low, but couldn’t help but look up at her beautiful Delia once she got to her polished feet. Cordelia was always beautiful, but when she was being dominant... she was mind-numbingly gorgeous. Misty couldn't possibly resist her – not that she would ever want to.
Delia looked down at Misty, admiring her puppy's curly blonde locks and shining, eager blue eyes. Delia bent to her knees, attaching the leash to Misty's collar and pulling on it lightly to test the connection. Misty's neck was pulled forward and she gasped, her slightly panting tongue just barely on display. Delia smiled, bringing her palm to Misty's flushed cheek, stroking it lightly with her thumb. Misty nuzzled Delia's hand, whining as Delia pulled her hand away and stood to tower above her again.
"I'll pet you some more puppy, don't worry. But first..." Delia waved her hand and two metal bowls appeared in opposite corners of the room. Misty looked from one to the other before feeling Delia pull at the leash, instructing her to come forward towards the first bowl.