A Well Trained Pup E-Book

Dominic Ridler

• Herausgeber: pinkflamingo
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2010

Beschreibung

She is unacquainted with Dominance and submission. He’s an experienced master. Meeting at a lifestyle 'munch', the two begin a D/s relationship that is strange to her at first, and yet the submissive role fits her like a glove. When their kinky sex soon turns to talk of ‘puppy’ play, both suddenly explode with desire. As the pair tap into complementary needs that are powerful in them both, their relationship takes off in a new direction. He’ll call her ‘pup’. She’ll know him only as E., her master. With the intention of turning her into an obedient little puppy, E starts pup on a meticulous training regimen. She’s fitted with a puppymask, a tail, and various other accessories, then she’s taught how to eat, drink, fetch just like her canine counterparts. Any disobedience is quickly reprimanded. In addition to her regular duties, pup is trained to for her sexual role. Soon, pleasuring her master becomes her sole pursuit and one she dearly loves. However, when E. takes her to a club where they mingle with other human pets and their owners, pup’s life takes another unexpected turn. She frolics with boypuppies, is exhibited to strangers, and is given away to other party guests. Though embarrassed to be exposed in public, pup dutifully follows her master’s orders. In time, she becomes the center of attention at a large party of kinky players. Her obedience to E. is unquestioned. But when she has a runin with a pair of unpleasant guests, it’s a signal of another shift in her evolving puppy life. With her training now complete, E announces that she'll have a new role with a new master for the next six months, and so her puppy adventures will continue. Puppy play becomes a real time lifestyle for these kinky bdsm players, and a fascinating reading for fans of this unique fetish.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

A Well-Trained Pup

By Dominic Ridler

A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

Copyright © 2010, All rights reserved ISBN-13: 978-1-935897-14-9

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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.

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 cocks 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.