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  “I can’t stay long. I have to go in to work tomorrow.” Her mouth was thin, petulant. He guessed she was annoyed by the fact he’d made her wait all evening without a phone call.

  “Tomorrow’s Sunday.”

  “Doesn’t matter. We’re preparing for a big court case on Monday. We have to run through every detail.”

  “Put it out of your mind now. You’re here. Be here.” Brian took her jacket and tossed it over a chair then stood, arms folded, and stared at her. She wore a white silk blouse and a pair of tan slacks. Did the woman never dress down?

  When Sabrina stood staring back at him, he prompted, “You know what you have to do. Strip and get down on all fours.”

  She continued to look into his eyes with a challenging gaze as her hands moved over the buttons of her blouse and pulled the garment off her creamy shoulders. He studied every bit of skin as she exposed it; her round breasts topped by small, cherry-pink nipples, her smooth, taut belly and the tuft of tawny hair on her pussy. Her legs were long and slender and made him think of a greyhound. He wondered if she ran.

  “You’re in good shape for a woman who sits behind a desk all day.”

  “I work out.”

  He nodded and watched her take off her shoes and place the neatly folded pile of clothes on the same chair as her jacket.

  “Now get down,” he ordered, “and no more talking. When you’re here you don’t have to think or plan or use your brain in any way except to listen to and obey my orders. Understood?”

  She nodded. Her unquestioning compliance excited him. His body was one throbbing bundle of need that originated in his cock. He welcomed the sensation as painful as it was, embracing the yearning that was a big part of the game.

  Sabrina looked at him once more and then slowly dropped to her hands and knees, growing smaller, more diminished as she lost her human height and became something less. The line of her back and the curve of her bottom were beautiful. Her lovely breasts were suspended like an animal’s teats. Christ, how he’d like to suckle from those.

  Brian reached down and stroked her hair back. “You need dog ears. Come here.”

  She followed him to the living room and on his command, sat on her heels. He combed her smooth, honey-blond hair into two pigtails like the silken ears of a golden retriever. “That’s better. Now I can see your face. Down now. Lie at my feet.”

  She drew her arms and legs underneath her and crouched by the couch. He lifted one bare foot and rubbed it up and down her back before resting it on the back of her neck and pinning her head to the floor. The heat of her skin burned into the bottom of his foot and shot up his leg straight to his crotch. Brian grabbed his camera and took a photo of the submissive posture—his arch curving around her neck. It would be a gorgeous image in print.

  “You’re a good girl,” he murmured. “Relax now and watch this show.”

  He turned on the TV and started the DVD he’d queued in the machine. The story was thin but the erotic images of women treated like dogs and kept in cages were unforgettable. It wasn’t easy to find artistic porn featuring puppygirls so this short movie was a real find.

  Together they watched the trainer teach the dogs tricks and spank them when they misbehaved. The puppygirls were ushered into their kennels at the end of the training session and later brought back out to parade before a group of potential masters. They performed their tricks, rolling over, sitting up, barking on command, fetching, and the men applauded them. From there the movie devolved into a sex-a-thon as the dogs sucked cock, took cock up the ass, licked one another’s pussies and generally behaved like the horny bitches they were.

  Brian’s dick throbbed and he rubbed it idly through his jeans. He’d love to take it out and order Sabrina to suck, but he had another scenario in mind. Was her body as burning hot as his from watching the flick? She must be ready now to move from observing to playing. He nudged her shoulder with his foot.

  “Up, girl.”

  She pushed onto her hands and looked into his face. Her blue eyes had gone dark, the pupils dilated with lust. Her cheeks flushed deep pink and her lips were parted. She let her tongue loll from her mouth and panted. Eager.

  “You want a treat really bad, don’t you? Well, you’re going to have to perform for it like those bitches in the movie. Roll over.”

  She drew her paws to her chest and obeyed the command, rolling twice on the carpet. Her breasts jiggled as she turned belly up then over.

  “Now sit and beg.”

  Sabrina scrambled up to sit on her heels and whine. Her pigtails swayed, brushing her shoulders.

  Brian tugged lightly on one. “Good girl. You’re very obedient. Now, follow me.” He led her toward the bedroom area and looked down to see her expression when she beheld the cage. “My last bitch didn’t like being penned, but I’m guessing you’ll love it.”

  The cage was four feet long and three by three height and width. There was enough room for a woman to crawl inside and even turn around to face the door, but that was about it. The dimensions were purposely confining, satisfying the submissive’s need to be contained and the master’s desire to see her that way.

  Sabrina’s eyes widened. She licked her lips. Brian held the door open for her. “Go inside. This isn’t a punishment. It’s where dogs like you belong.”

  She crawled up to the door, sniffed the metal frame and balked. Brian slapped her ass, leaving a satisfying red mark. “Don’t disobey me. Go in.”

  The floor of the cage was plastic. He’d placed no cushion for her, preferring to inflict discomfort. Sabrina whimpered and slowly crawled into the kennel. Her shoulders and buttocks rubbed against the bars as she turned around to face the door which Brian closed in her face.

  He locked the door and stood back to observe the stark contrast of hard bars and soft, white flesh. Every beat of his heart throbbed in his dick. He couldn’t hold out much longer. He quickly snapped a series of shots of Sabrina gazing through the bars of the cage and then, at last, he opened the fly of his jeans and pulled out his cock.

  Sabrina grasped the bars of her cage as she stared at his thick shaft. Brian flicked her fingers, making her let go. “Paws, remember,” he chided.

  She put her hands back on the floor of the cage and another whimper escaped her lips.

  “You’re hungry for it, bitch. Beg then. Let me know how bad you want it.”

  Sabrina crouched on her heels and raised her paws. Her whines became louder, more insistent. She opened her mouth wide, lolled out her tongue and pressed her face right up to the bars. Brian touched the tip of his cock to her tongue. She lapped him, struggling to reach him from the confines of the cage.

  He moved even closer, the fronts of his thighs pressing against the bars and his dick pushing into her mouth. His eyes nearly closed as heat and wetness surrounded him. She sucked him deep, tugging hard. Her teeth scraped the length of his shaft as she pulled off and then plunged forward, sucking him in again.

  Brian groaned in pleasure. He reached between the bars and fingered her silken dog ears. “That’s right. Suck it deep, little bitch.” He thrust, his legs hitting the bars and his cock filling Sabrina’s mouth.

  She pressed her paws against the cage and gobbled him deep. After a moment, Brian pulled away, groaning at the loss of her mouth around his cock. He snatched up his camera and took a picture of her—cheeks pressed into the bars, eyes gazing at him with deep yearning. He offered his engorged cock, the head flushed a deep purple, and focused the camera at her tongue reaching toward him, her mouth wide open and ready. He snapped shot after shot as her lips stretched around him and captured the grateful expression in her eyes when he gave her what she’d begged for.

  At last, he set the camera down on top of the kennel and focused his attention completely on the woman inside. He reached between the bars and grasped her pigtails, twisting them around his fingers as he continued to thrust into her willing mouth. He pushed so deep she gagged and that helpless sound turned him on even more
. He wanted to choke her with cock.

  “Dirty slut, open wider,” he commanded breathlessly, lost in his own headspace as he pounded into her face. His cock swelled, balls drawing tight, and then he released, filling her throat with cum.

  Sabrina choked and coughed. When Brian pulled out at last, she gasped desperately for air. He watched her struggle for breath and a powerful emotion surged through him. He enjoyed hurting and humiliating her, but he wanted to pet and comfort her, too. She was so delicate and vulnerable, just a sad little puppy trying to please her master as best she could.

  He held his cock while the last tremors of climax faded away and then tucked it back into his jeans. He went and got her dog dish and filled it with fresh water before opening the cage door.

  “You can come out now. Have a drink.”

  She wiped her mouth with her paw and glanced uncertainly up at him.

  “It’s all right. You’re a good girl. Come on.”

  Sabrina crawled from the kennel and lowered her head to drink deeply of the water. When she was finished, she looked to him for further instruction.

  “I think that’s enough kennel time for tonight. Come in the living room and I’ll scratch your belly.”

  She obediently followed. God, how he loved the soft sound of her hands and knees padding over the wood floor. When she reached the square of carpet, she lay down and rolled stomach up before him. Brian knelt beside her and rubbed her soft belly. He moved his hand lower, fondling her pussy, slipping a finger between its lips and seeking her soaking wet entrance. He eased his fingers in and out a few times and tickled her clit until she wiggled and whined.

  The sight of her pleasure sent desire darting through his cock again. It was too soon for him to grow hard, but excitement percolated in his groin.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you, really fuck you hard,” he told her as he teased her pussy. “Not tonight, but soon. You’ll like that—my dick filling your cunt, your ass.” He continued to describe what he’d do to her as he fucked her with his fingers and mercilessly rubbed her clit.

  At last Sabrina gasped and moaned. Her body arched off the carpet into his hand. “God, oh, god,” she whimpered.

  Brian reached out and slapped her mouth lightly. “No words. Little bitches can’t talk. Howl instead.”

  Sabrina obeyed. She let out a high-pitched howl that made the hair on his nape raise with its primal fervor. And then she went limp beneath his stroking hand. Her eyes closed and she released a long, deep breath.

  “Good. That was good. You’re a good girl,” he muttered as he stroked his palm over her wet pussy and then up her torso to her breasts. He plucked at one nipple and the other, cupped the weight of her full breasts in his hands, and then bent over his puppygirl and kissed her mouth, turning her back into a real girl.

  Brian drew away and gazed down into Sabrina’s lust-glazed eyes. “I’m glad you came over. I could get used to having a stray like you stick around. You’re an excellent pet.”

  She smiled and stole his heart.

  Chapter Four

  “Are you ready with that?” Craig asked, his high, nasal voice unpleasantly dragging Sabrina back to the conference room. “Sabrina? I said, are you ready with those figures?”

  “Yes,” she snapped. “Don’t worry about my part of it. I have everything under control.”

  She really did. Her facts were memorized, organized and ready to deliver. When she was in court tomorrow she’d perform flawlessly. It was just right now, wasting a lovely Sunday afternoon in the office that was giving her trouble. She could scarcely concentrate on what anyone said, her mind wandering to her time spent with Brian and the wonderful, humiliating things he’d done to her.

  And this was only the beginning. Before he’d sent her away last night, he’d promised props and toys, tortures and treats were all coming her way. She could hardly wait to experience them.

  She sipped her lukewarm coffee and tuned out junior partner Stephen Parkins’ drone as she thought of what it had felt like to be locked in a cage like an animal. Yes, they were only playing a game. She knew Brian would let her out if she was tired of playing, but she’d felt trapped as he’d shut her into the kennel. Crouching naked behind bars while her master was fully clothed was a demeaning and arousing feeling.

  Her mind set had subtly shifted, her thoughts changing and becoming more primitive as she had settled into her animal role. I’m just a dog to him, she told herself. Powerless and unimportant. I live to serve my master and please him in every way I can.

  The thoughts excited her, sending delicious shivers through her feverish body. And when Brian had at last pulled out his cock and fed it to her through the bars of the cage, she’d accepted it with the gratefulness of a beggar receiving a bowl of food. She’d been hungry for him, wanted to gobble him up even as his cock choked her.

  “Sabrina!” Craig Johnson’s voice cracked like a gunshot, jerking her from her reverie.

  Sabrina was so deep into her submissive mindset that she cringed from his displeasure, but she quickly recovered. “What?”

  “You might as well go home. It’s clear you’re not with us today. But you’d better make damned sure you’re ready for court tomorrow.”

  His dismissive tone pissed her off. He was her partner not her superior. Nevertheless, Sabrina rose, gathered her files and bid the rest of the team goodbye.

  “I’m not feeling well today. I’ll be on my game tomorrow,” she promised.

  She left the office and drove home, longing to head toward Brian’s apartment. But he hadn’t invited her today and she wasn’t sure if he’d welcome a surprise visit. She did laundry and other chores then watched a movie that only reminded her of the last video she’d watched—the submissive women and their harsh masters.

  Sabrina hoped Brian would call some time that evening, but he didn’t. She went to bed by eleven in order to make up for her lost sleep and to be fresh for the court date tomorrow. Her phone rang at two thirty, waking her from a sound sleep. She knew who it was without checking caller ID. “Yes?”

  “Were you sleeping?”

  “Yes.”

  “What are you wearing?”

  “A nightgown.”

  “Take it off. Put your bedding on the floor and lie there.” Brian’s voice was irresistible. It had a power over her Sabrina couldn’t deny.

  She did exactly as he bid and soon lay on her folded comforter, shivering not from cold but from excitement. She couldn’t wait to hear what he would tell her to do next.

  “When a bitch is in heat, she can’t get enough sex. She wants males to fuck her over and over again.” His rumbling voice and sexy words started a fire low in her belly. “What do you want right now, bitch?”

  “To be fucked.”

  “That’s right. But you’re all alone with an itch to scratch. I want you masturbate but not come. Bring yourself right up to the edge and then let it die down. Do it over and over until I call you back. That’s your order for the night.”

  “I have to sleep,” she protested. “I have work tomorrow.”

  There was a long paused before he spoke again. “Are you going to disobey me?”

  “No,” she whispered. “I’ll do it.”

  The line went dead. He gave her no further admonishments or threats. He’d never know if she didn’t comply with his order. For that matter, she didn’t even know if they were going to continue to see each other. Everything was up in the air, her well-ordered life turned upside down. Yet here she was lying naked on the floor and fingering herself because a man she barely knew had told her to do it. Where was her pride?

  Sabrina gasped as her clit grew hard. She teased it with her fingertip, flicking and rubbing until she was on the verge of climax, then she took her hand away. The gathering sparkles dissipated. She plucked restlessly at her nipples, pinching and twisting them while she waited for her growing orgasm to subside to a dull ache.

  She paused for a little while then slid her fingers over her w
et pussy again. Once more she brought herself nearly to the peak and once more she backed off. Her body was thrumming with energy, heavy with desire, aching for much more than a finger tease. She’d received that twice from Brian in the past few days and now from her own hand. But she craved penetration. The image of her kneeling doggy-style while Brian fucked her from behind filled her mind and spurred her closer to climax.

  Reluctantly she took her hand away and let her body settle again. It was stupid. One last flick of her finger would be enough to give her temporary bliss. Brian would never know if she’d come. He’d never know if she’d masturbated at all. She could lie to him when he asked her about it. But Sabrina knew she wouldn’t. He would see through her lies and punish her. How would he punish her? She began to daydream of the ways, spankings and bondage and more kennel time. She clenched her thighs together, squeezing her throbbing pussy, and felt her climax build again even though she hadn’t touched herself.

  The phone rang.

  She whimpered as she answered it.

  “Did you come?”

  “You told me not to.”

  “And you obeyed me?”

  “Yes.” She sighed in frustration. “Can I finish this now? I really need to get back to sleep.”

  “No, you may not. Keep your desire simmering inside you until next time you come to me. But you can go back to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow morning with more instructions.” Again the line went dead with no ‘goodnight’.

  The conceited, controlling bastard. She hated him.

  Yet the next day when her phone rang again, her heart leaped and her libido swelled. It was her new master and she was eager for the sound of his voice.

  “I realized I haven’t bought you a collar yet. I want people to know you’re not a stray, that you belong to me. Do you have any choker necklaces or maybe just a ribbon, something that will be a little tight around your neck?”

  Sabrina considered the contents of her jewelry box. She only had a few pieces, all understated and simple. “Yes. There’s a silver chain I used to wear when I was a girl. It would probably be tight now.”