First, the inevitable disclaimer:

   This is a work of fiction and fantasy.  No people, pets, or pink fluffy
bunnies were harmed in it's creation.  The writer will not be held
responsible.  Period.  :P I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i
enjoyed writing it.

   Story codes : Servitude, Body Writing, Spanking, intermission.

   For chapter one, surf to -

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http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Angelus/lila_adopting-a-puppy_2.txt

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   Adopting a puppy - Chapter two.

   Sat back on the couch with her in my lap still - a long hour later, now
that she was showered and relaxed, our lips and tongues playing with each
other in a seemingly endless kiss, i let my hands run across her body -
running my fingers against her sides caused a light squirm and giggle,
while cupping her breasts in my hands caused her to push her breasts
towards me slightly - until i broke the kiss, pushing her back by her
breasts, and grinned.  "I brought you treats, Puppy.  they're on the bed -
through that door.  Fetch, puppy.  i think you'll like."

   She blinked, blushing and grinning gleefully, nodding and barely
remembering to 'Yesmaster' - slipping off my lap and, very properly, to the
floor and her all fours, her butt up in the air as she crawled away from me
to the door i'd directed her to - i heard some sounds of embarassment and
mery; she'd discovered the maid outfit i'd set out for her.

   "Keep the collar off, Puppy.  Only bring it over!" i shouted after her
and let a few minutes pass, having turned on the television opposite me to
review the highlights of my previous 'rape' of her - i was at the point
where i half-throttled her to cease her struggling, when she came back,
crawling into my lap again, now dressed ravishingly in heels, white thigh
stockings, white knee-length petticoats under a black equally short cotton
dress with a body, elbow-length gloves fingerless gloves, and no collar -
she had that in her teeth, adorably enough, and blushed heavilly when i
took it - i snapped my fingers, and pointed her to the floor.  "On Display,
puppy."

   She went, blushing et all - kneeling up on the floor, boxing her arms
behind the small of her back - a position that thrust out her chest and,
what with her knees spread to shoulder-width would leave nothing at all
hidden if it hadn't been for the maid costume and petticoats.  I let the
collar - a light-brown leather dog collar, plain and simple, adorned with a
metal tag reading 'Puppy' and a copper cat bell - dangle off it's leash,
open, in front of her, until she looked at me, slightly curious as to why i
wasn't speaking - i smiled.

   "With this collar, i offer you the position you have now.  At my feet,
to serve and worship me.  I will use you, i will abuse you - i will nurture
and stimulate you, take care of your needs and desires, and where possible
aid you in following your dreams - where they do not interfere with your
duties to me.  You will keep my house clean as well as yourself.  You will
cook, and perform other menial tasks - and you will be my toy, my puppy, my
sex slave, available for me to fuck, praise, and punish at my whims.  Do
you, lila, accept the position and wish to be my puppy?"

   She blushed hot-red but looked up at me, an immeasurable trust in her
eyes and a soft smile playing with her lips - ah, that easilly readable
face.  "Yes, master" she spoke softly.  "I will proudly accept." - i felt
myself smile as i lowered the collar to her somewhat further.  "Then put on
your collar, Puppy.  This marks the beginning of your true servitude."

   She reached out for the collar - and i believe i saw her hands tremble
somewhat as she looped the leather around her neck, and fumbled somewhat. I
moved to hold her hair back as she worked the leather through the buckle
and loop below, and checked with two fingers to ensure it wasn't too tight;
she'd used the closest hole.  I would cut the strap to size later, and add
a hole or two - right now it was somewhat loose.  She looked up at me, and
smiled, inhaling deeply and breathing a quivering sigh, her smile a
beautiffic one as she ran her fingers against the collar, testingly - then
she folded her hands between her thighs and took another deep breath,
relaxing visibly.

   "How may i be of service, Master?" she spoke, her voice still somewhat
unsteady.  "On Display, again, puppy." i spoke, picking up a photo camera
as she moved to sit up on her knees and boxed her arms behind herself again
- she kept her eyes on me, a smile lingering on her lips as i walked around
my 'new' toy, taking photographs from every angle - the image was a
ravishing one.  Somehow, a subtle change had come over her - it seemed she
was genuinely happy to be photographed, to do as told - relaxing into a
role she had been playing for me for quite a while now, seemed to come easy
to her.

   I left her for a moment, to fetch a pair of large, white beach towels
from the bathroom, folding them in half as i walked over to lay them down
in front of the couch; then i clicked my fingers, pointing down at the
towel - she got my intention and crawled over calmly, lifting her knees
with each step again - once she reached the towel she immediately took her
Display position again.  Calmly, i placed a hand on her shoulder, and
pushed - "knees together, puppy.  Stretch your feet." she did as told as i
made her sit back down.  "Place your hands on your knees, or tuck them
between your thighs as before.  You may relax; this is your At Ease
position."

   I'd placed her down to face the television, on wich the movie of her own
rape had restarted; up to the point where i had pushed her over the couch;
the computer streaming it was flickering between the various camera angles
as the on-screen me nudged the on-screen her forward and in doing so lifted
her feet off the floor.  I sat down to watch it with her, behind her - as
she and i watched i ran my fingers through her hair, stroking her as if she
were a pet.  The reflection in the television gave away her smile; i do
believe my sweet slave would've purred, if she could.

   In hindsight, i could tell what i'd mistaken for fear from behind her -
while she had clawed and pushed at the couch to, i had thought, push me
away, she hadn't been struggling so much as pushing herself back to me- the
few times we got a good glimpse of her face it showed not so much anger as
frustration, not so much fear as desperate want- i commented on this, and
her hands flew to her face to hide her blush.  "I didn't know it was you,
Master - i hoped it was, but you kept throwing me off.  I decided if i was
going to be used, i might as well let myself enjoy it and save myself pain,
later." she spoke through her hands, somewhat muffled- i couldn't help but
smile, drawing her shoulders back carefully to let her lean against my
knees and shins.

   "I would've never hurt you, puppy.  You know that - now - as well as i
do.  all i did to you was to make your experience a realistic one.  I
nearly stopped when you began to cry, though knowing that you enjoyed it on
some level, made your tears only arouse me more." She blushed deeper, and i
decided not to push the issue any further, remaining silent through the
remainder of the movie.

   When it ended, she was fidgeting slightly, and looked back to me when i
asked her why.  "Master, i am thirsty.  May i have a drink?" I nodded. 
"You'll find a bowl on the kitchen table, dear - feel free to pick
something from the fridge, though i suggest something that won't dry up
sticky." she nodded, and i let go of her head, motioning a dismissal - she
crawled, leash trailing behind her, as i'd taught her, to move into the
kitchen, treating me to more than a generous view of her naked backside,
her perfect slit and below that, her stocking-clad thighs from under the
petticoats.  I waited - and waited some more, expecting her to return - she
didn't.

   I got up and walked into the kitchen, hearing some sound of activity
there.  I was greeted with the fantastic view of her backside once more,
held up high as if offered as she, still kneeled on the floor, leaned down
to lap at the water in the bowl - her hands sprawled against the floor. 
"Good girl!" i smiled - walking up behind her to run my hand over her
proferred rump and, upwards, under the petticoats and maid's dress to
tickle at the base of her spine.  "Unexpectedly good, in fact."

   She squirmed, but kept drinking, lapping at the bowl as a dog would -
not a hugely effective way of drinking perhaps but very much appropriate -
i would've had her do this for me, in the living room, if she hadn't had
come up with it herself!  As i let my hand pull back out from under the
dress she hollowed her back and presented her rear, her knees stepping a
fraction wider.  I decided to indulge her as well as myself and let my
fingertips, barely touching, run the length of her slit, my thumb still but
pushing slightly against her tight asshole.  She gasped for a moment, and i
could hear a mouthfull of water returning to the bowl as her jaw went slack
when my fingertip slid between her folds and found her clit, pushing
slightly and circling slowly against it.

   "Have you had enough, puppy?" i spoke, slowly massaging both her asshole
and clit with my fingers, finding her warm, soft pussy wettening near
instantly, the warmth of it increasing somewhat.  "No Master.  May i have
some more?" she asked - i told her to go ahead and drink more.  As she
resumed lapping at the bowl of water beneath her face i kept stimulating
her, hearing her breath rise over the course of minutes, watching her body
react to my every touch, her hips circling slowly as i worked her up into
frustration.  It wasn't too long before she forgot about her water again
and parted her legs wider to allow me easier access to her body in a
silent, probably unconcious plee for me to give her more.

   "You're done, Puppy?  Very well." i'd picked up her lead with my free
hand and abruptly ceased teasing her, standing up and stepping back, taking
up the slack in the lead.  "This way, puppy." she looked at me - then
turned to follow, remaining on her hands and knees as i led her through the
house, out into it's back yard; it was well dark when we arrived there, the
moon and stars and lights from inside the house providing the only, but
ample illumination.  I walked her to the middle of the back yard, where i'd
noticed the pole of an old rotary clothes line- broken and battered, the
pole made a good post to loop the handle of her lead around.  "Stay" - my
command was superfluous, i doubted she would go anywhere now that her lead
had been fixed.  A short trip back inside the house to find a small case i
had brought with me, and i was back outside - from the case i took a brush
and a vial of black india ink.

   "Lift your skirt, puppy." As i nudged her feet apart with my foot, she
did one better - reaching behind herself and gathering peticoats and skirt
up, exposing her rear and a part of the small of her back - i knelt between
her feet and unscrewed the top of the vial, then began to write - telling
her what i wrote as i did so.  "Fuck me" - one rump cheek.  "Hurt me" - the
other rump cheek.  "Use me" where they both met her back.  She shivered as
i wrote, and i made sure to go calmly, leaving even lines; after allowing
for the ink to dry i had her lay on her back, then, her garment pulled up
still, her legs spread.  "Puppy" was the mark i made across her mons - and
after some deliberation, i added "Slut" above it.  The low cut of her dress
allowed me to write "Master Anjelen's" on her cleavage - though i had to
undo a few of the buttons lining the dress downwards from neck to hem to
complete this particular mark with "Slave".

   As the ink dried i watched her, laying on her back, her arms alongside
her body, legs spread - i knew, and she knew, that she would have to be
very, very careful about whom she was with while undressing herself for
weeks to come.the thought seemed to make her tremble.

   She grinned faintly as i pointed this out and nodded - and now with the
dangers of spattering irremovable ink over the floor, i could walk her back
inside.  Before she could settle back on her knees though, i tapped my
knees and hooked a finger in her leash, directing her to lay over my knees,
rump-up.  "Master?  Have- Have i done something wrong?" - she asked softly,
somewhat uncertain - though soon enough she forgot her question, moaning as
i slid my fingers back between the supple lips of her sex - teasing clit
and pucker, firmer now, i chuckled.  "Since when do you consider a spanking
punishment, love?"

   She giggled; it cut off sharply when i first struck her, my hand cupped
to follow the curve of her rear.  The sound of her giggle interrupted by a
long moan was amusing; i decided to add to it by striking her again before
she'd fully stopped moaning, and again, and again - by the time the fifth
blow hit her her rump had began to glow and she had stopped moaning,
breathing hard, writhing on my lap and clinging to my leg as i switched to
affect the other cheek- the tenth blow had her litterally panting for
breath and i was just getting started - i began to rain the blows down,
forgot about counting them, overlapping each hard swat with the next -
she'd given up trying to remain calm by the time her whole rear was
glowing, yelling out and moaning with each blow to her more-than-ever
sensitive rear as she bucked against my lap- i felt her fingers claw at my
ankles as she endured her punishment, her sex visibly wet, dropplets of her
own juices running down her inner thigs.

   I changed my angle, without warning- her rump SHOT up when i started
tapping her sex; softer than the swats i'd landed on her rear but still
firm enough that he sound of them echoed into the room, her voice raised in
pitch - short, harsh breaths and whines escaped from her as i sped up the
rythm of my tapping, then began to apply more force - and before long i
heard her, between whimpers and short bursts of breathing, repeating
"Master...  Master...  Master please!" - i slowed down, enough for her to
speak.

   "What is it, Puppy?  Out with it." each of my words was followed by a
stinging swat to her sex, wich was by now as red as her rump.  "M-Master i
need to cum" she blurted out "Puppy needs to cum please master..." she
whined, her voice little more than a whisper as i continued swatting,
silently.  "Verry well, then." i suddenly picked up my pace again.  "You
may cum, Puppy.  Cum for me now.  Show me how much of a painslut you are.
and -tell- me when you cum" - she forgot herself, lost it, bucking against
me with the new pace almost hard enough to writhe off my lap.

   "Cum, Puppy" i singsaid the words as if calling a pet over.  "Who's a
_good girl?_ Cum for Master." i slapped her sex, relentlessly if careful
not to go too hard...  "Master master master" she panted, repeating the
word as if it was a short mantra, distress and lust both in her voice. 
Suddenly her back straightened, her head lifting up as she let out a long
whail - then _squeeked_ "Master i'm cumming!" As if it wasn't evident
enough - her red sex gushed briefly, my last swats having a distinct wet
sound as her orgasm overtook her, rocked to her, the girl - the slave, the
painslut, jolting in my lap and shuddering, holding her breath for a brief
moment, then letting it all out in a high pitched half-moan half-yell of
pleasure that seemed to erupt from deep within her, an animalesque noise
that had little to do with intelligence - it was primal, so much so that it
sent a thrill of exhilleration even up my spine.

   Then she went slack.  She all but folded herself over my knees, legs
dangling limp to one side, her head lowerred at the other - i lifted her
up, with some difficulty, and gathered her in my arms like a child, sitting
her sideways against my chest.

   She blushed, looking up to me, the tears from her spanking still
staining her face, a broad smile on her lips - she returned my kiss, then
rested her head against my shoulder.  "I love you, Master." i heard her
whsper.

   "I love you too, Puppy." To this day i'm not sure if she wasn't asleep
before i'd finished speaking.

   -End of chapter 2

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