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  “Put it on. It will be your day collar, symbolic. When you come to my place, I’ll fit you with a proper dog collar.”

  She was pleased he hadn’t asked her to do anything outrageous at work, something she couldn’t possibly comply with. Her sex life couldn’t interfere with her livelihood.

  “One more thing, to help you keep part of your mind on what you truly are beneath the business suit and big words. No underwear. I want your pussy pulsing and leaking, reminding you you’re just a dog bitch who comes at her master’s command.”

  The debasing words sent a sharp stab of lust through her. He was absolutely right. Her pussy was slippery and pliant, simply waiting for him to allow her to explode.

  But neither of his instructions was impossible. They were simple secrets no one around her would have clue about, and the knowledge of her private life would create an exciting tension to her day.

  Sabrina searched in her jewelry box until she found the silver necklace, interconnecting snakelike links that barely clasped around her throat. The tightness was good. She was aware of it every time she swallowed. The constriction aroused her, making her think of how Brian had nearly choked her with his cock and his come. She wanted more of that rough treatment and hoped he’d invite her over tonight or any night this week. Not knowing what to expect from him next was frustrating yet oddly liberating. All the planning was out of her hands. She belonged to Brian. All she had to do was wait patiently for him to summon her once more.

  She greeted her coworkers and clients at the courthouse, assuming the confident air of an ambitious woman with a successful career. This is me acting a part, the silver “dog collar” and her panty-less pussy assured her. Underneath I am a primal force, an animal, a bitch, a horny slut who lives to obey her master’s commands.

  She offered her testimony at the hearing, she and her team convincing the judge of their client’s relative innocence. The corporation was lucky to escape with a slap on the wrist fine of several hundred thousand dollars and court costs rather than the millions they probably should’ve paid. Another case of justice aborted.

  Sabrina walked from the courtroom both pleased and disgusted by the win. Her damp thighs rubbed together beneath her skirt, reminding her that soon she could put all this bullshit out of her head and become a simple, mindless nothing once more.

  Brian called her again that night but didn’t invite her over. Her disappointment was keen. She needed the release after her stressful day. The court case had only been the beginning. She had a dozen irons in the fire and too little time to tend them all.

  “Thursday,” he promised. “I’ll look forward to seeing you then.”

  Sabrina suffered several more work days, wearing her silver collar and no underwear, and occasionally receiving calls from Brian telling her little tasks to perform.

  “Close your office door, open your shirt and clamp binder clips on your nipples.”

  “Order take-out lunch and eat it from a dish on the floor.”

  “Masturbate while you’re talking to a client on the phone without losing your concentration.”

  Her body trembled with desire as she performed each erotic task, but he continued to forbid her to come, saying she must save it for the appointed evening.

  When she showed up at Brian’s door, he produced proof of testing and Sabrina realized why he’d made her wait almost a week before coming over. Tonight he would fuck her, free and uninhibited by any worries. She knew it and yearned for it with a desire that made her feel almost feverish.

  Brian slipped his hands around her waist beneath her coat and he leaned in to kiss her, a soft press of the mouth followed by a light flick of the tongue that parted her lips. Their mouths fused together, warm and wet and when he drew away at last, she was light-headed.

  “I’m glad to see you,” he whispered near her ear. “Now take off your clothes and get down on your knees where you belong.”

  He stood back and watched her with his arms folded over his chest, a master checking to see that his pet obeyed him. Such blatant smugness should have pissed her off. Instead it made her go weak inside. The iron core of strength that drove her each work day became molten. She shed her clothes and shed her pride, becoming the pliant, subservient animal Brian wanted her to be.

  Down on hands and knees, she looked up at him with her head cocked, awaiting his next order.

  “Tonight we’ll pay with a few props, help you feel more like yourself.” He patted his leg as he walked away and she heeled, following him to the bedroom.

  Brian had a few items laid out on his bed. She couldn’t quite see what they were from where she was on the floor. He held up the first item, a leather dog collar unadorned by jewels or spikes. She guessed this had not been bought at a sex shop but at a regular pet supply store.

  Sabrina bent her head and Brian brushed her hair aside to reveal her neck. He took off the silver choker necklace she’d been wearing all week and buckled the two-inch wide strip around her neck, tightening it just enough to let her know it was there. She loved the heaviness and the smell of the leather, much sexier than the silver collar.

  Brian ruffled her hair and she panted. “Pretty girl. It looks good on you.” Once more he parted her hair and made two pigtails to symbolize long, silky dog ears. And then he chose another item from the bed.

  Sabrina’s stomach flipped at the sight of the full brush of a dog’s tail coming from the nub of a butt plug. Brian knelt behind her and caressed her ass. He lubed his finger and delved it into the groove between her cheeks. Finding her anus, he inserted a slippery fingertip inside. He pulled and stretched her hole, widening it and then he replaced his finger with the plug, wedging it firmly inside.

  Sabrina caught her breath at the unfamiliar sensation. She hadn’t experimented with anal play too often. Feeling the plug fill her rear opening was an unexpected, naughty thrill.

  “Clench tight. Keep it in there.” He rubbed her back. “You look so sexy, baby. A hot little bitch eager to be fucked.”

  He was right about that. Her pussy was stiff and so hot. Moisture trickled from between her swollen lips. The desires he’d roused in her all week with his sexual demands stewed inside her, waiting for fulfillment. If he didn’t fill her pussy soon or at least let her come, she thought she might go crazy.

  “Show me how hungry you are for it,” he continued teasing her with his voice. “Whine and beg like the little cunt you are.”

  Sabrina whimpered and twitched her bottom making her tail sway and brush against the backs of her thighs. She looked over her shoulder at her master with wide soulful eyes. She begged for a fucking with wordless eloquence.

  Brian produced his ever present camera and took pictures of her; at first just her face, her tailed rear, a close up of the collar cinched around her neck. Then he threw her ball and got action shots of her chasing after it. He had her parade around the room slowly like a show dog on display. Sabrina wondered when he would put a leash on her and lead her, but he seemed more interested in capturing her image on film.

  At last he called her to him. She gazed up into his face like the adoring pet she was. Brian’s eyes were dark with longing. He clearly desired her as much as she did him. He opened the fly of his jeans and pulled out his rigid cock.

  “Come and get it.”

  Finally, the command she’d been waiting for. Sabrina rested her paws against his jeans-clad legs as she knelt. She sniffed him eagerly, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his masculinity as she nosed his cock and balls. She began to lick him, burrowing her face between his legs to reach his balls. Her tongue bathed him from balls to shaft and then all the way up to his engorged tip. She sucked the empurpled head into her mouth and moved her head up and down on him.

  Sabrina wanted to take him in her hands and stroke his shaft, but her paws would not be appropriate for that. Instead she did everything with her mouth, drool running down his cock until it was coated as she bobbed her head.

  “Stop,” he co
mmanded roughly. “Turn around, bitch.”

  The rude epithet was like a whip spurring her to greater arousal. Sabrina released his cock and its heavy length slapped against her face. She got back down on all fours and waited for him to fuck her.

  Brian grasped her hips. He tugged at her tail and she tightened her anus to keep it inside. Then he reached lower between her legs and found her pussy. He worked his fingers in and out while she pushed back onto his hand. Replacing his fingers with his cock, he drove the thick knob inside her.

  Sabrina whined loudly, so pleased to have him in her at last.

  “That’s it. Go ahead and howl. Let it out. I want to hear you.” He grunted as he thrust into her hard and deep.

  Sabrina gave a tentative moan, quiet and restrained. Her master slapped her ass. “Louder. Make it real.”

  She howled a little louder, but was afraid to make too much noise, afraid his neighbors would hear. Brian squeezed her buttocks as he slammed into her, his groin slapping against her ass. “Louder,” he panted as he slapped her again. “Be a dog. Let loose.”

  Sabrina stopped worrying about how foolish or annoying her howling might sound to the people in the nearby apartments. She yipped like a puppy and wailed like a hound dog baying at the moon. Her breasts jiggled as her body swayed back and forth from the impact of each thrust. She stopped thinking and gave into the sensations coursing through her—pleasure and tremendous excitement at the rough treatment as he slammed into her.

  He called her names as he fucked her harder. “Bitch, whore, cunt, slut.” Each word struck like a blow, whipping her to a greater frenzy. Sabrina closed her eyes, tossed her head back and howled loud and long. Her body jerked as she came harder than she could ever remember doing. Brian dug his fingers into her hips, gripping her hard and shuddering as he released deep within her.

  The powerful climax left Sabrina weak and breathless. She collapsed onto her forearms, head to the floor, boneless and exhausted. Brian’s hand caressed her spine, rubbed the back of her neck and he told her what a good girl she was. Sabrina thought she should feel shame for enjoying his insults and even his praise which was doled out as if from owner to pet, yet she couldn’t find it in her to mind. Here in Brian’s apartment, she could let go of such things as pride and ego and all the many pressures of life. She could simply exist in the moment.

  After several moments of petting and praising, Brian withdrew from her. “You like that?”

  She nodded.

  “You can take the tail out if you want. Curl up on your bed and I’ll make you a cup of tea.” He rose and left her, his footsteps fading toward the kitchen.

  Sabrina remained where she was a little longer, her head resting on her crossed arms and her butt in the air. She felt so comfortable and relaxed. And she liked clenching her asshole around the plug. If Brian glanced over at her as he moved around the kitchen, how would she look to him with her little doggy rear end lifted—compliant, humiliated, lowly, submissive, sexy? A shiver of pleasure rushed through her even though she was completely satiated. Oh yes, she could get used to coming here and acting the part of Brian’s bitch.

  Chapter Five

  Brian thought he could get very used to Sabrina in his apartment. As days passed, he summoned her more often. Sometimes she had work to finish up first, but she always came to him if he called—obedient, uncomplaining, a perfect bitch of a woman.

  He understood the attraction for her. He provided her with a way to unwind that no one else could, a tremendous release from her business persona. As a dog-woman she could relax and become a creature of impulses and primitive needs, thinking of nothing but pleasing her master and obeying his commands. Brian was careful not to take too much. It would be easy to demand more and more slavish devotion from Sabrina. He showed her affection and tender care as well as humiliation and spankings--bathing and feeding her, massaging her body and playing games with her and, most of all, supplying her with tremendous orgasms. In short, he treated her with the love of any master to his pet.

  He bought her a fancier collar and chew toys, a tug-of-war rope and a switch for punishing her with when she was naughty. Sometimes Sabrina was naughty on purpose since they both enjoyed the sting of the whip cutting across her tender rear. Taking pictures of her tear-filled eyes and red-striped bottom gave Brian a tremendous rush. He enjoyed filming her almost as much as fucking her.

  In the evenings when they were finished playing doggie games, Brian sometimes gave her the command to become a woman again. Then she was allowed on the furniture, curled beside him to watch a movie or talk about his work or hers. Those times were nice too, but their relationship wasn’t primarily about that kind of sharing.

  Brian didn’t know how long they would continue like this. His last bitch, Jane, had lost interest in the extreme lifestyle after a very short time. But he thought Sabrina was different. She’d taken to it so quickly and appeared to be happy in her role. After a few weeks, he decided to test her commitment and mix things up a bit.

  “We have a date on Saturday so clear your schedule.”

  “A date?” Sabrina was on the phone so speaking was allowed.

  “A party. You’ll meet other dogs and play together. It’ll be fun for both of us.”

  There was a long pause. “Brian, I’m not sure about this. It’s one thing to do this in the privacy of your apartment, but if I were recognized…if somehow all this came out and my firm found out about it, I’d be ruined.”

  “These people are very discreet. You’re not the only one with a career at risk. You’ve gotta trust me.”

  “I do trust you. It’s a bunch of strangers I’m not so sure about.” She hesitated then added, “And the idea of acting like this with others. Naked. Doing God knows what. I’m not sure I’m ready for something like that.”

  But on Saturday she came. She stripped, put on her collar and tail, covered herself with a coat, and got in Brian’s car to be driven to the party at a house in the country.

  The collection of dog owners and their pets was eclectic, a cross section of society brought together by their mutual passion. The online community was great for forging these kinds of friendships. Brian had known the hosts, Dan & Lisa Black for several years. The others were all strangers to him. For once Brian had left his camera behind, privacy being paramount to the participants in this secret game.

  “Welcome,” Lisa greeted them at the door. “May I take your coats?” She was a short, plump woman who appeared more likely to be hosting a Tupperware party than a sex bash, but Lisa had layers of kink just like the rest of them. She and Dan had owned a series of puppygirls in the time Brian had known them.

  “So this is your new pet? She’s lovely.” Lisa stroked Sabrina’s pigtail and caressed her cheek. “Well trained?”

  “She was no trouble to train at all,” Brian said. “Took to it like she was made to live in a kennel.”

  “Mm.” Lisa’s eyes glittered with avid interest as she led the way into the house.

  “You can get down now,” Brian whispered to Sabrina, noting the nervous look in her eyes. He liked to see that trepidation and wished he could take a photo of it.

  She swallowed and got down onto her hands and knees. He stroked her naked back, attached a leash to her new gem-studded collar and led her into the large living room. Immediately he saw that his bitch was the prettiest. Every master’s eyes and their pets’ too, turned toward Sabrina. He was proud to show her off, leading her in a slow circle around the room so the other masters could see her and the dogs could smell her.

  He glanced down at Sabrina’s face, bright red with shame as a dark-haired male dog lunged against his master’s leash to sniff at her ass. Brian was eager to see his bitch lay belly up, dominated by one of the few males present, or mounted by them. Role-playing with only the two of them was great, but this was a step deeper into erotic pet culture. He wanted to watch Sabrina react to it.

  Brian viewed the scene through her novice eyes, the varying levels of
costuming, the dogs’ interactions with their masters and each other. There were seven dogs in all, two males and five females. Most wore ear headbands and tails. A few had on paw mitts. One male wore a German Shepherd hood that completely masked his face. He also sported black leather bondage gear as did his dominatrix mistress. They were a showy extreme with a vaguely threatening air it was impossible to ignore.

  The dog owners sat in a semi-circle on the couch and chairs, drinking the wine Lisa served them and watching the pups at play. The females frolicked together, nipping, licking and burrowing between each other’s legs to sniff or lick pussy. The dark-haired male and the German Shepherd sported erections from being near so many bitches in heat, but they held back, observing.

  Sabrina stayed near Brian’s legs, uncertain and shy, until he patted her rump and urged her out onto the floor. “Don’t hold back. I want to watch you play with them.”

  She glanced up at him, the woman inside her glaring narrow-eyed, but she obeyed, crawling tentatively toward the other dogs. Immediately a red-haired bitch with short, curly pigtails ran up to Sabrina and licked her face, then turned and offered her ass for inspection. Her tail was also short and curly. If she were a real canine, she’d be a Pomeranian.

  “Our latest acquisition,” Lisa said. “Isn’t she an adorable thing? We call her Trixie.”

  Sabrina did her best to ignore the butt in front of her, but Trixie wouldn’t let her pass without playing. She leaped on her back, nipped her neck and wrestled her to the floor.

  Dan snapped his fingers. “Trixie, back off. You’re scaring her. Come here.”

  The chastened puppygirl crawled cowering toward her master. He slapped her bottom and made her lie at his feet for a time out. That small scene was barely finished before something more dramatic happened. A brown-haired bitch made the mistake of approaching the German Shepherd. He lunged toward her with a deep growl and pinned her to the floor, slavering at her neck. Of course with the mask on he had no actual teeth to threaten with, but the gesture and the snapping were understood. The female whined as his heavy, mitted paws, held her shoulders firmly to the floor.