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 the seed for wich Lila provided the return.

   Story codes : Rape, Fear, Water Sports.

For chapter 1, surf to- 
http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Angelus/lila_adopting-a-puppy_1.txt

For the 'Bad guy' - Lila's side of this chapter, see ->
http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/Angelus/anjelen_adopting-a-puppy_2.txt


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     Freshly showered and in incredible spirits, I sat on Master's lap nibbling his
ear, his neck, his shoulder. His lips found mine and we kissed. Long and unbroken, 
with his fingers gently trailing down my sides, making me laugh and wiggle in his 
arms. He cupped my breasts in his hands and smiled into our kiss as he felt me push
back against him ever-so-slightly. He pulled back, grinning. "I brought you treats,
Puppy. They're on the bed - through the door. Fetch Puppy. I think you will like."

     I blinked, registering. Master had brought something for -me-! I grinned and 
said a quick "yesmaster" before almost falling to the floor in excitement. I stayed 
on my hands and knees like a good Puppy, thinking that Master would be proud. I half 
crawled, half scampered to the room in my excitement, and looked to the bed. I 
gasped, surprised, as I took in the new gifts from Master. The first thing that 
caught my attention was the short black cotton dress, just my size. I put it on and
gave a heartfelt Yay! when it was just my size. I turned next to the white, knee-
length petticoats, put them on with my dress, and the elbow-length fingerless gloves, 
white of course. I made sounds of giddy enjoyment, so happy to be given an outfit
by Master. Next came a purr of interest as whith thigh-high stockings were pulled 
into place. followed by a gasp and cheer as the most beautiful black and white 
stiletto heels caught my gaze. I caught my reflection in the mirror on the closet
door and gasped, smiling. Who was this glowing, deliciously-dressed creature on her 
hands and knees in the room with me? 'oh, right. Me.' i remembered with a jolt of 
excitement. I remembered Master saying that I was one of few females he had met who
actually -liked- wearing heels, and again I wondered why. Its not like I had to walk
in them anyway....

    As i crawled back to the bed, I heard Master's voice ring through the hall. 
"keep the collar off, Puppy.  Only bring it over!" I jumped. There was a collar for 
me too? I scrambled to the bed on all fours, and, searching up on the bed where i 
hadn't looked, caught hold of the collar. It was light brown leather, simple and 
clean with silver colored fasteners. A small copper cat bell jingled slightly as i
examined the collar. A glint of metal caught my eye, a simple tag with the name 
"Puppy." I grinned wildly, having just caught ahold of a clever idea. I would
carry the collar to Master in my teeth, I thought. He will like that. 

     I crawled back out to Master and into his lap, the collar held in my teeth like
a good puppy. I enjoyed the look on his face as he saw me. I always knew when I 
truly pleased my Master. He looked at me and I blushed furiously as i dropped the 
collar into his outstretched hand. He snapped his fingers, and i started, already
trained to respond to the sound of his clicking fingers. He pointed to the floor. 
"On Display, Puppy," he told me, and i somewhat-more gracefully got down from his 
lap. I knelt on the floor, knees shoulder width apart, arms boxed behind my back 
and hips foreward and off of my ankles, as i had been taught.

    I, momentarily distracted, caught sight of myself on the tv. I watched as Master
held me near breathless to silence my struggles during my earlier "rape". Even
now I felt a thrill go through me and a bit of wetness on my thighs as I remembered 
the feeling of such a hold. Master moved slightly and jolted me back to reality, as 
I blushed again.

     He smiled slightly and held the open collar and leash dangling in front of me.
I looked up at him, confident that he would tell me what he wanted, but still very
curious. I looked up at him, cocking my head to one side to show my curiosity. He 
smiled and said, "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?"

    My breath caught in my chest and my heart began to flutter as I listend with
ever-increasing incredulity at his words. I blushed, deeply red, as I thought of how 
long i had been waiting to hear these words. I knew what my answer was long before 
he finished speaking. I looked up at my Master, letting the trust and love that I 
had for him shind in my eyes. I couldnt help but smile as I looked into his face,
always so serious, always so stolid, though I knew what emotions might be fillling
his mind now. I knew how long we both had waited for this. I couldn't wait a moment
longer and answered. "I will proudly accept, Master." He smiled and I felt pure 
exhilaration and love flow through me as i watched him smile. He lowered the collar
and leash. "Then put on your collar, Puppy. This marks the beginning of your true 
servitude." 

     I reached for the collar with embarassingly obvious shaking hands. I reached up
to loop it around my neck, and grew more and more flustered as my hands continued 
to not agree with what I told them to do. Excitement made my fingers near useless as
Master moved to hold my hair and I buckled the collar clumsily. I reached through 
the buckled collar with two fingers to show him it was not too tight. On the 
contrary, It was almost too loose. I looked up at Master, too incandescently
happy for words and sighed deep and somewhat shaky breath. I ran my fingers over 
the collar, making sure that it was real, for this seemed too good to be true. I 
decided that even if this was just a dream, I could surely enjoy it. I folded my 
hands between my thinghs and relaxed into the familiar feel of a collar about my 
throat, falling into the familiar and natural feeling of serving Master. 

     "How may I be of service, Master?" I heard my voice tremble as I asked. "On 
Display, again, Puppy." I moved into the familiar position, my arms behind 
my back. I felt his gaze on my body and I shivered. I watched achingly as he
picked up a camera and walked around me, snapping photos from every angle. 
I relaxed andremembered the feeling of service, sitting and waiting patiently
for my Master as I had for what seemed like an eternity. 

      He set down the camera and walked into the other room. I sat waiting, 
wondering what he could be getting. He laid two white beach towels in front
of the couch. He snapped his fingers and I shivered noticably as I crawled 
over slowly to the towel, being careful to lift my knees to walk. I sat down 
and moved back into display. I watched him move his hand slowly to my 
shoulder, a small part of me whimpering for a caress, a lingering touch, but
he only pushed down, saying "knees together, Puppy. Stretch your feet." I 
moved calmly but quickly to his words. "Place your hands on your knees, or 
tuck them between your thights as before." was his next direction. I put my 
hands between my thighs, always a calming position for me. "You may relax,"
he said, "this is your At Ease position." I relaxed my thighs and shoulders,
still tense from Display, and looked in front of me.

     He had placed me in front of the TV, perfectly able to see the movie
of my very recent "rape." I watched eagerly as the TV Master shoved me down 
over the couch. I remembered the emotions and sensations. Fear, so dominant
in my thoughts before this scene, swept aside by sheer lust and frustration. 
I recalled the feeling of the cloth on my skin, his hands on my body, and 
remembered asking myself if I really cared if this turned out not to be 
Master, but a stranger. I remembered how the idea excited me, and how much 
of a slut that made me. As Master likes to say, "you are a slut, Puppy. Revel
in it." And I did. He sat behind me, watching and remembering like I was. 
He stroked his fingers through my hair, as if I really were his puppy. I 
smiled contentedly, hoping that Master knew how incandescently content I was. 
If there was ever a moment to become a kitten and purr, it would have been 
then. Sitting at my Master's feet, his warm hands petting my hair, enjoying 
the emotions and sensations of a mutual experience. 

     We watched the screen, my "rape" playing without sound. I watched and 
recalled where I had began shoving my body back into that of what turned
out to be my Master. I remembered the waves of lust that flowed through my 
body. I knew Master believed that I had been scared the whole time, but in 
truth I had been fighting -for- the abuse, aching for the finish at the hands
of what I honestly feared to be a stranger. I hoped he wouldn't notice the 
raw lust on my face, the way I was shoving -back- to meet his unforgiving 
thrusts. But he did, naturally. Master always -did- know my expressions and
emotions, sometimes better than I did. 
 
     He commented on my expression here, noticing the lack of fear on my face.
And also the overpowering color of lust in my eyes. I blushed deeply, and 
covered my glowing face with my hands. I began the excuses, which only made
my blush deepen. "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 that I might as 
well enjoy it and save myself pain, later." I hoped he understood me through
my hands. I couldn't imagine taking my hands down and saying it again. He 
drew my shoulders to him, so I was leaning comfortably against his knees and 
shins. I took this to mean that he accepted my response as acceptable, and 
put my hands down. 

     He spoke. "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." I blushed. Filled with 
joy to hear his sweet words. And also VERY glad he hasn't stopped when I 
cried. I had never discussed with Master my thoughts on crying during service,
or just sex for that matter, but I was glad that he was not opposed to the 
idea. 

     He didn't say another word through the end of the movie. I began to get 
thirsty, having been very close to panting for most of the video. He asked
my why I was figeting. I hadn't noticed the restless movement of my hands,
but Master always did. I looked back and up at him and asked. "Master, I am
thirsty. May I have a drink?" He nodded and said "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 sticky." I nodded, already thinking of my 
bowl. He let go of my hair and motioned for me to leave. I crawled towards 
the kitchen, knees up and leash dragging. Even in all of the petticoats, I 
could feel Master's admiring eyes on my backside, my sex. I shivered slightly
knowing how pleased he was with my body. 

     I got into the kitchen and got the bowl. After filling it with water, I
had a moment of confusion. Should I take the bowl to the living room? or
should I stay in the kitchen, where the mess I would undoubtably make would
be manageable. I decided to stay in the kitchen, and after placing the bowl 
on the floor, began drinking. At first i just sipped from the bowl, enjoying
the feeling of being just like a little puppy. Soon, I was lapping at the 
water like a dog would, and jumped when I felt Master's hand on my backside, 
and back up to the very base of my spine. " Good girl!" he said, and I 
squirmed under his touch and words. "Unexpectedly good, in fact." His touch 
and words had warmed my sex, and when he pulled his hnd away from my body,
I arched my back and pushed my bottom out. 

    I stepped my legs a fraction wider, shaking to have his touch. He ran his
fingers soft as a breath against my sex, his thumb pressed against my pucker. 
He slowly pushed just one finger through my folds to my clit. He pushed 
lightly and circled against it, bringing me gasping under his touch.

	He asked "Have you had enough, Puppy?", meanwhile toying with my 
clit and asshole. I felt a sudden warmth and tried to answer. "No master, 
may I have some more?" He said yes and just as I began to lap at the bowl,
he continued toying with my clit and pucker, making me gasp, deepening my 
breathing, but just enough to frustrate, never quite enough to sate my 
need. I started to work my hips against him, and for a time i drank slowly
between gasps as he worked me closer and closer to begging. After a 
particularly effective stroke of his capable fingers, I opened my legs 
wider, spreading my hips and pushing back achingly against him. I forgot, 
however, my water. As soon as I lifted my lips from the cool liquid 
Master stopped touching me altogether. 

     "You're done, Puppy?" he said, "Very well." He picked up my leash
and backed away from me, a frustrated, hungry growl almost escaped my
lips, which would have been unacceptable.  "This way, Puppy." was his 
only command. I looked and followed on all fours, lik a good puppy, 
curious what Master had in store for me.  He took me to the backyard, 
where the darkness swallowed everything but what shone under the lights 
of the house. Unremarkable and bare, but for a single pole in the middle of 
the yard for a clothesline. He led me right up against the pole in the yard 
and looped my lead around the metal. "Stay." he commanded, and went
back into the house. I smiled, though, at the command. As if I would leave, 
or even move a muscle that my Master had not ordered! But I did so 
enjoy the shiver that trembled through me as I heard his voice. I stayed, 
naturally, and considered my position. On all fours on the ground, I was 
suddenly startlingly aware of the heat of my core and the just-as-warm 
wetness on my thighs. I rolled my hips in a circle, aching to reach back 
touch, but refraining. Master would want me to ask -no, beg- like a good
puppy. He came back just then, with a small case. I watched him remove 
a simple brush and vial of india ink from it and shivered in anticipation. 

     "Lift your skirt,, Puppy." was his only command. He nudged my feet 
apart with his foot as I reached back and lifted up my skirt and petticoats. 
I felt the open air against the wet warmth between my legs and gasped 
at the exposure. He unscrewed the vial and gently touched the inked 
brush to my skin. He read his work aloud, first "Fuck me," then "Hurt me"
on each cheek, and "Use me" in the lowest part of my back. I fought the 
urge to shiver with each word, responding to the methodical, even lines
he was leaving on my skin. We waited for the ink to dry, and I waited in
anticipation for my next command. "On your back, Puppy." he said. 
I layed back and hiked up my skirt and petticoats again, exposing myself 
to him and the air once more. I felt the brush on my skin, just above my 
pussy, but didn't need the narration to know what was being written. 
"Puppy" was my customary mark here, and I could feel without looking
the clean, even lines forming each letter. He paused, and then wrote 
"slut" just above it.  While the first dried, he moved up to my cleavage, 
exposed over the top of my dress. "Master Anjelen's" was first, 
another mark that I almost constantly wore on my chest, followed by
"slave" after he had unbuttoned enough skin to fit the word. 

        While waiting for the ink, I considered my position. On my back
exposed to my Master. Then Master explained how india ink had the habit of
remaining for a long, long time, keeping my marks fresh and new looking
for weeks on end. I shook at the thought of not being able to remove my
marks. Though I hated to remove my marks in general, even if just to 
replace them with fresh ones, I was very excited by the prospect of not 
having that power anymore. 

         When the ink was dry, he led me back into the house and into the 
living room. Before I could sit down, though, Master patted his knees and
hooked a finger through my collar, pulling me to him and motioning me 
to lay across him as if i were to be punished. My body and voice shook at 
the thought of punishment across my Master's knees, but I still asked if I
had misbehaved after laying docile across his legs. I was cut off, though, 
when two firm and capable fingers found my clit and asshole. I moaned 
loudly, both from the sensation and the surprise of it. He laughed and I
shook as he said "Since when do you consider a spanking punishment, 
Love?"

        Once I had the presence of mind to understand what he had said, I 
giggled, but was cut off by a sharp strike by cupped hand to my ass. A 
long, rough moan escaped my lips instead, and before I had even finished,
another strike brought more loud groans of pleasure from my lips. The 
third strike had me twitch and almost growl as the combination of pain and
pleasure overwhelmed my senses. He continued on without stopping until
the tenth blow brought me panting for breath, intent on holding back the 
screams that wanted so desperately to fly from my lips. I  clung to his legs
as he continued and I lost count, lost in the overlapping sensation of strikes.
I felt my sex contract with one particularly hard swat and shook and
moaned as I felt hot drips on my thighs. He continued the punishment,
seemingly heedless of my now-moaning cries. I began to buck against him,
clawing at his ankels and legs, each swat tearing still more cries from my
throat. 

	Then, in one moment, he began tapping my achinly wet sex. I 
bucked against him again and my moans changed to hard, strained 
whimpers. I was panting, aching for each hit, short harsh whimpers 
escaping my lips when he did. He sped up and I went almost delirious 
between the pain and pleasure. I bucked against him again as he struck 
my waiting cunt harder and harder.  I felt the climax begin to grow, and
knew I had to somehow beg for permission. "Master....Master....Master.." 
I repeated with each swat, his title becoming my whimpers until he heard 
me say " Master please!" over the slap of his hand on my sex. 

	He slowed and asked, "What is it Puppy? Out with it." Each
word seperate and attached to a stinging slap. I shook and started. "Puppy
needs to come, Master..." i managed to whisper through the intense 
pleasure spooling through me.  Never waivering, but to slow slightly to
grant me the power to speak, Master answered as he slapped me. "You
may cum, Puppy, cum for me now. Show me how much of a painslut you 
are and -tell- me when you cum" The sound of  his voice granting 
me permission I had been longing, combined with a quickening pace and 
harder slaps stole my control as I bucked against his hand and legs. 

          "Cum Puppy" he crooned in a toying, singsong voice anyone else
would use to call a pet over. This tone and the continuing strikes against my
sex rubbed away my control bit by bit. "Who's a _good girl_? Cum for
Master." he singsonged over my panting. My harsh, short whimpers soon 
turned to a single, repeated "Master". I felt the orgasm coming and got 
louder in anticipation. Then in one pristine moment of intense pleasure and 
pain, I reached the point of no return and braced myself. This preparation,
however, was lost as a particular slap as I felt my head come up and a 
long cry escaped my mouth as the first just-bearable wave of pleasure
overtook me. I managed to squeal the required "Master, Im cumming!" 
before riding the second wave of sensation. I felt the slap of his hand on
my sex again and the waves of pleasure changed, becoming ovepowering
in their intensity and strength. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I felt
it build, and released a high, almost- growling scream of pleasure as the 
wave took me under and I came. I felt the sudden gush between my legs 
and heard the sound of his pleasuring hands change as I bucked against 
him once, and gave in to the climax, screaming my pleasure out in almost
harsh, animalesque moans. 

	Then, all at once, I fell. Out of the end of the climax i came, 
too spent to shudder, simply laying slack across Master's lap. I felt myself
being moved into Master's arms. I found myself sitting sideways in his lap.
I blushed as I saw his eyes on me, a broad, contented smile across mmy 
face. He kissed me, quick but sweet. I felt the remnants of tears from my
"punishment" on my cheeks as I returned his kiss. I rested my head against 
his shoulder, utterly spent. "I love you, Master" I whispered, thinking that
this, for certain, was where I belonged for the rest of my life. 

 	I heard nothing else as I sank into sweet oblivion, finding 
myself in a dream where my Master's sweet voice whispered, echoing
through my mind "I Love you too, Puppy."

   -End Chapter two

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