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Puppy girl competition 6:
Here it was Sunday evening and we had completed a full week of
practice and our second weekend with seven weeks to go to the big
day I thought to myself as I was on my hands and knees next to my
daughter, Angie, who was doing homework.  I was in my uniform
which consisted of knee pads in the shape of dog paws, my hands
were fitted into dog paws also which had a sleeve up to my
elbows.  My ankles were strapped to my thighs and I had a dog
tail made of my own hair sticking out of my anus.  Under my mouth
was a towel catching my slobber as it dripped from my lower lip.
I had two rubber pieces stuck back in my mouth that kept it open.
 Gawd I wish this was over sometimes.
The first week of school was completed and Angie was doing her
homework.  She is twelve years-old and in the seventh grade at
the Intercourse middle school.  Angie was a very good student, a
smart student so much so that her teacher in sixth grade
suggested to me and Bill that they move her up a grade.  I
remember being proud of Angie when we found out that her IQ was
140 which put her in the "Very Superior" classification. But we
decided to keep her at grade level for her social development.
The girls were more assertive with us since this week: by us I
mean me and the four other mothers, Barb, Cindy, Mary and Maggie.
 I don't know if that is because they are getting used to the
idea of training us for the competition or, heaven forbid, the
girls have a natural tendency for discipline and punishment.  I
found myself wanting to please my daughter, either at home or at
the church and that has bothered me a little bit because I'm an
adult and her mother and a little piece of me tells me that my
pre-teen daughter should be listening to me and following my
directions.  It's that little piece of me that gets me into
trouble with my daughter.

But here I was on my hands and knees learning to be quiet,
learning to maintain my posture and form like a good doggie
because this will be so important in the upcoming puppy girl
competition. But fuck, I'm so ashamed of what I did this week. 
It's that little piece of me that feels so ashamed of what I did
for the girls.  More slobber dripped off my lower lip.  Angie
dropped her left hand to my head and lightly stroked it. I felt a
tingle in my stomach as my young daughter stroked my head.
Did I really enjoy participating in punishing Barb and Maggie?
Did I enjoy being punished myself? Christ I don't know, maybe I
did.  But Zoe and little Karen can be so dominating sometimes.
Bill was watching TV downstairs.  He had taken ill this morning
while Angie and I were at the wedding which by the way was a
really sexed up affair.  I was looking forward to seeing some sex
during the wedding when my bastard of husband had what he thought
was a heart attack.  Angie and I take off for the hospital only
to have Ida Carter and her daughter beat us there.   Boy that was
awkward showing up in his room not to mention how Angie and I
were dressed when got to the hospital.  Ida Carter came to the
front door this evening to check on Bill.  I didn't invite her in
but went to get Bill.  Bill stepped outside and talked with her
for several minutes. By the way, I wasn't naked like I usually am
when I answered the door.  Angie at least let me have a t-shirt
and shorts on.
"Grrr!" I growled as I listened to Bill watching TV.  We
should've stayed at the wedding; that Bastard.
"Easy Baby Girl," Angie soothes as she gently rubs my head.
"We've had a good week.  Let's not ruin it with more punishment.
That would make me unhappy and interfere with my homework."
I flex my ass cheeks making my tail swish back and forth.  I was
getting good at this tail thing.  I felt Angie rub her hand up
and down my ass crack as I wagged, and something inside me
pulsed.
Yes it had been a good week for her and the other girls but I was
still ashamed and humiliated about how I debased myself for her
and the team.  This puppy girl competition is more difficult than
I or the other mother's realized.  Our girls can be so demanding
sometimes.
"Do you think you've had enough posture training for this
evening?" Angie asked me as she rubbed her index finger up and
down my anus.  I still have a hard time getting used to her and
the other girls touching me this way: a part of me thinks it's so
wrong, but another, moister part of me just loves it.
Do I keep saying `girls'? It should be mistresses.  What did the
coach tell us that second day of practice last week?  The
definition of a mistress is a female in a position of authority,
control and ownership over another. I guess the definition really
doesn't matter as we have to refer to our daughters as `mistress'
when addressing them anyway.
I brought my thoughts back to Angie, one bark for yes and two
barks for no.  "Arf!" I replied trying not to shake the little
bell attached to my dog collar.  I must be careful not to tinkle
that damn little bell during practice time because it elicits
punishment and working on my posture is considered practice.
Angie giggled, "Not yet Baby Girl, just a couple of more
minutes."
I almost nodded my head out of habit.
So where was I? Oh yes, the week...
Monday morning:
"Good morning pet," Angie smiled as she came into her room.  I
was still on the bed with my hands tied with the silk scarf under
me and my ankles tied to the bed post.  "How did my favourite pet
sleep?" she asked as she untied my ankles.
"Fine, mistress," I replied. I looked at the clothes she was
wearing for the first day of school.  To me her choice of clothes
yelled out SLUT, but I couldn't complain because I bought her the
clothes Saturday.
"Mistress, couldn't you find some better clothes to wear than
what you have on?" I asked as I sat up in bed.  My daughter was
wearing a pink blouse that was tight around her chest showing off
her nipples because she wasn't a bra.  She had on denim shorts
from the Sir Denim line but these shorts were so short that it
could have been worn as panties, and they were so tight the
outline of her puffy labia was clearly visible.  On her feet were
white ankle socks and black saddle shoes.
Angie stood up and looked at me.  She frowned. "No mom, I can't
find better clothes.  Besides, you don't have a say so in what I
do." She paused and then added, "Pet." She smiled as she untied
the scarf.  I don't like to be addressed as "pet" but after what
happened on Saturday's practice at Megan's home, I'm a pet during
non-practice times and a dog during practice times.
"Follow me pet, I have to show you a couple of things before I
leave for school."
Angie walked out the door as I climbed off her bed.  I was about
to grab my t-shirt off the floor when I heard, "You can dress
later pet."
She was right.  I dropped the t-shirt and hurried after her. 
Angie was standing outside the hallway bathroom.
As I scurried up to her she held a small plastic bottle in her
hand.
"This is green food dye.  I have put it in this toilet, the
downstairs toilet and dad's master bath toilet."
I looked at her in confusion.
Angie shrugged her shoulders, "If you flush the toilet that's a
bad thing.  You're a pet, you relieve yourself outside like you
been doing.  Also, you need to pick-up your poop from the yard
because the lawn company will be by later this week to mow and
trim the bushes."
"But mistress," I replied.
"No `buts', pet."
I was about to remind her that the coach said the girl's had to
scoop our poop as it was a part of their training.
"Yes, mistress," I replied as I folded my hands in front of me
and looked at the floor.
"Good, I want the bathrooms cleaned, the house cleaned and my
room picked up," Angie said as she brushed past me. Her perfume
said "fuck me!" A twelve year-old girl shouldn't be wearing
perfume like that, but I had purchased that for her also.
Cleaning the house is what I do all the time anyway, I thought. 
"Yes, mistress."
I followed her downstairs into the kitchen.  She had a handful of
doggie treats on the counter and the water bowl was filled.
"This is your food and water for day.  You're not allowed to eat
human food, do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," I replied.  This will be easy, I'll dump the
yucky doggie treats into the trash out back and get something to
eat from the fridge.
"You mother's must think you're sneaky," Angie continued. "But
you're not.  See this little camera on top of the cabinet?" Angie
asked as she set the bowl of doggie treats and the water bowl on
the floor. "You are to eat and drink from the bowls where the
camera can watch you.  I will check every now on my hand-held to
see if you are eating out of the bowls."
"Yes, mistress," I replied as I shrugged my shoulders.
"Any questions?"
"Um, yes, mistress, do I have to be on my hands and knees when I
eat and drink?"
Angie giggled.  "Mom you can be so dense sometimes, you're a pet.
 Yes, you have to be on your hands and knees when you eat and
drink.  I don't want to see any use of your paws."
"Yes, mistress." I replied embarrassed she used the word "paws"
to describe my hands.
"Good, now there are other camera's placed around the house.  I
took the time this morning to place them.  They are micro cameras
and very well hidden I think.  I want to watch you throughout the
day to make sure your doing okay.  Don't try and find them
because if you do you will be severely punished when I get home."
"Yes, mistress," I replied shrugging my shoulders.  Was there no
end to this?  Didn't she trust me? Well, I really don't trust
myself because I was going to try and cheat on her doggie bowl. 
Maybe she does know me better than I do.
"Are the other pets being watched by their mistresses also,
mistress?" I asked hoping I wasn't the only one.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it pet," Angie
replied as she squeezed my left breast.  "What the other
mistresses do with their pets during non-practice times is their
business."
"Yes, mistress," I replied as I shivered when she pinched my left
nipple with her thumb and index finger.
Angie grabbed her backpack and lunch from the counter and headed
out of the kitchen.  I was still standing there when she yelled
out.  "Come pet see me out the door on the first day of school."
I quickly walked out the kitchen and met her at the door.  She
turned and facing me.  "Kiss me goodbye," she smiled.
I leaned over to her puckering my lips to kiss her on the cheek.
"No mom, not like that," she leaned back. "Pets don't kiss their
mistresses on the cheek or lips."
"Then how, mistress?"
"On your knees," she looked at me.
I quickly went down on my knees not liking whatever she had in
mind.
She held out her left hand.  "Lick my left hand."
"Yes, mistress," I said as I leaned into her and licked the back
of her hand.
Angie leaned over me, looking down at me and held her left hand
in front of her.  "From now on when I leave to go to school you
are to wait for me at the front door on your knees.  You are to
lick my left hand and if I forget to offer you my hand you are to
remind me, understand?" she smiled.
I looked up at her and nodded my head.  "Yes, mistress."
"Good, we'll talk about what you'll do to properly greet me when
I get home, but that's for later."
"Yes, mistress"
Angie turned open the door and looked back at me on my knees.
"I left you a treat in the upstairs bathroom."
Before I could ask her what it was she was out the front door. 
Here I was, alone in my own house, kneeling naked wondering what
I was doing.
I stood up and looked around the house. I guess I should go
upstairs and put some clothes on.  But why I thought I'm the only
one here.  So what was this surprise she left me? Something
inside me seemed to know what it was and I was suddenly filled
with anticipation.
I hurried upstairs and into the bathroom.  I knelt down in front
of the toilet my heart racing with tingling sensations in my
stomach.  I opened the lid of the toilet and instantly turned red
with embarrassment.  I looked around the bathroom maybe thinking
she put a small camera around somewhere but didn't notice
anything out of place.  I turn slowly back to the toilet lid and
frowned.  How could my young daughter do this?
On the underside of the toilet lid she had written "CUNT" in big
bold black letters.
But a familiar smell came up from my nostrils and I looked into
the bowl and there floating in green dye before my eyes was the
most wonderful light brown turd about four inches long.  I looked
up at that nasty word again and back to the floating turd and
realized she loved me, she knew me.  Something else caught my
eye.  It was next to the toilet on the floor.  I looked over and
my heart skipped a beat and I gulped again and my heart raced. 
My twelve year-old daughter had left me a twelve inch soft flour
tortilla shell.  I knew what I had to do and what she wanted me
to do.
With shaking hands I picked up the tortilla and place it on the
toilet rim then gently scooped my hands under the turd. For a
moment I expected it to be warm, but it must have been there
sometime because it was the same temperature as the water around
it. With the utmost care, as if handling a precious jewel, I
rolled it into my left hand and lifted it out of the water.  With
my other hand I picked up the tortilla and gently rolled her turd
onto the soft shell.  I put the toilet lid down and placed the
turd and tortilla on top of it.  I looked at the creation before
me.  My heart was pounding and I was shaking.  I loved Angie even
more for she knew one of my darkest secrets.
I slowly rolled the tortilla over the turd being careful not to
squish it.  I ever so gently picked it up and looked at it.  The
tortilla had snuggly wrapped around her turd. I was suddenly
aware of how aroused I was and glanced up at the word "CUNT",
overwhelmed at how well my daughter knew me, how she had
anticipated what I would do and how I would react: the word
wasn't meant to insult me but to tell me it was ok, that she
loved me and approved of my secret desires. I looked back down at
the delicious morsel and moved one end of the tortilla to my
mouth and opened wide.  I slowly bit down on the tortilla being
careful not to push her turd out the other side.
Oh, gawd, I closed my eyes and savoured the taste of the tortilla
and her light brown turd.  I rolled it around in my mouth taking
a deep breath through my nose and slowly chewed the yummy mix of
flour and turd. It wasn't foul or loathsome but a fragrant
delight, a soft toffee-like consistency that spread and melted
between my teeth and over my tongue.
It took me a good ten minutes to finish the tortilla.  I licked
my fingers clean and then the palms of my hands where some of the
turd had turned gooey and dripped from my lips.  I put my hands
to my cunt and started to masturbate myself when I realized that
that damn clit clamp was still on.  I was saturated; cunt cream
oozed from me and slid clingingly down my thighs. Oh fuck how I
wanted to cum!
Well I did have to pee so I went outside and relieve myself.  As
I stepped out onto the grass I noticed the hole in the fence was
bigger that got me worried enough that I looked around the yard
making sure that fucking rapist of a dog hadn't gotten in.
I squatted down in the corner of the yard behind some bushes and
pushed my pee out, all the while looking and listening for
anybody who might hear me. I didn't have to poop yet but would
have to before I left for practice later on.
So where do I start for the day? I ran my tongue over my cheek
and teeth still tasting Angie's turd.  I guess I should brush my
teeth first then start cleaning.
I started in my bedroom, or Bill's bedroom, because it used to be
mine and his but not anymore I guess, at least for now.  I looked
in the bathroom and lift the lid and sure enough the green dye
was there.  All my cosmetics and toiletries were gone from the
bathroom.  I wondered where Angie had put them? My clothes were
still in the closet and dresser which was good.  I went through
Bill's drawers and pulled out a pair of pink thongs with tiny
white hearts.  Why am I not surprised? Probably belonged to that
bitch Ida Carter.  There was a crusty spot on the crotch of the
thong.  I rubbed it and put it to my nose and sniffed deeply. 
Yep, belongs to Ida Carter! That smell was the same taste that
was on Bill's cock yesterday.  Fuck!
Should I throw the thong away or put it back? For the first time
I thought what Angie would want me to do.  That's bad.  I mean
I'm still her mother and I shouldn't be thinking what she would
want.  But I do. I think Angie would be mad at me like she was
yesterday afternoon if I threw Ida Carter's thong away.  I
shrugged my shoulders.  I really didn't want to get punished so I
put the thong back in the drawer.  I made his bed and vacuumed
the room then went down the hallway to Angie's room.
I made her bed and folded the scarf and my ankle rope neatly on
her night stand.  I looked at both items and wondered if I
shouldn't put them in her dresser or maybe the closet. But no, I
think Angie would prefer them on her night stand.  I found her
clothes on the floor and saw straight away a pair of her small
cute panties lying on the top: they had been carefully arranged
with the gusset exposed; the material was stained, yellow and
crusty, and lower down, a small brown streak. I felt a desperate
urge to pick them up, to hold them to my nose, to suck the
flavours into my mouth, but I knew that Angie would not approve.
This was a test: she had put them there to see if I would give
into temptation, and somewhere, a camera was watching me.
Reluctantly, I tidied them away in the washing basket and put her
other clothes in her dresser or hung them in her closet.  On the
floor of the closet were my clothes in a pile.  I noticed she has
been stepping on them as there are shoe prints on my t-shirts and
such.  I neatly folded them and returned them at the back of the
closet.
I looked at the hand towel that was on the floor next to her
desk, the one I use to catch my slobber when I'm practicing my
posture.  I changed the hand towel, laying the new one neatly on
the floor.
I headed down to the kitchen and started cleaning.  I looked at
the floor with the dog bowl and water bowl.  My stomach grumbled,
no breakfast yet.  I shrugged my shoulders and got down my hands
and knees looking down at the doggie treats that were neatly
stacked in the bowl.  For some reason these do fill me up but I
haven't figured out why yet. I looked up at the camera and gulped
then leaned down and picked up the first dog treat in my mouth. 
I chewed slowly looking at the camera wondering if this made my
daughter happy.  I don't know why I couldn't eat regular food
with a fork and knife so I would have to ask Angie about that. 
As I took the second dog treat in my mouth I noticed something on
the bottom of the bowl.  I dropped that treat on the floor and
picked up the next one and dropped it also until I could see what
was written at the bottom of the bowl.
I was embarrassed again.  I looked up at the camera with a hurt
feeling on my face.  On the bottom of the bowl written in black
ink was my name "Kathy".  Of course on the outside of the bowl is
written my other name, "Baby Girl" which is not a problem because
that is part of the competition training. But it was seeing my
name on the inside of the bowl that really hurt.  I don't what
purpose it serves.
I eat two more dog treats and put the others back in the dog
bowl.  I stood up and walked into the living room and turned the
TV on.  I almost sat down on the recliner but stopped myself in
time.  I am not allowed to sit on the furniture so I sat on the
floor leaning up against the couch.
I woke up with a start almost jumping off the floor.  On the TV
was the Dr Swan show.  She was a female psychologist who
specializes in female sexual issues.  The topic was how young was
too young to suck cock.  Behind the doctor on the stage were two
women on their knees sucking and licking a little boy's cock. 
The boy's cock was only about four inches maybe so each woman
would take turns putting the boys cock and his balls into her
mouth.  The boy would laugh and giggle with delight each time,
saying it tickled.  Then both women would flick their tongues
over the little cock.  On the other screen was a grown man with
his cock hanging out and two fully dressed little girls that look
they were four or five years old both licking up and down his
cock.  The man's cock looked to be ten or so inches long and both
girls were flicking their tongues over it. One girl would run her
tongue up the top length of his cock and the other girl would run
her tongue up the bottom length of his cock meeting at the head
then slowly licking their way down the cock.  Most of the callers
into the show were against the man having his cock sucked by the
little girls but none were against the two women sucking the
little boy's cock.  The women were seen as nurturing the little
boy and the man was seen as taking advantage of the little girls.

Disgusted, I agreed with the callers as I watched the man's cock
getting worked over by the two girls. Dr Swan said it validated a
century's worth of study that adult women were the only ones who
could properly teach kids about sex without the child developing
mental health issues. A caring and nurturing woman who was
willing to share her body with a child would help develop that
child into a healthy and productive child for society.
I got up and looked at the time: thirty minutes until practice. I
went upstairs and got dressed in my skimpy clothes, picking up my
uniform items and stuffing them in the gym bag.
As I drove up to the church parking lot Maggie (Cricket) was
getting out of her car. Then Mary (Dinky Pooh) drove in behind
me.  I walked over to Maggie.
"Hi Kathy," she smiled.  She was wearing a cut off pink t-shirt
with gym shorts that could have passed for thong underwear.
"Hey, Maggie," I said as I flung my gym bag over my shoulder.
"I don't like it that we are going to have our pictures taken
with these skimpy clothes we're made to wear."
"I agree, but we weren't told to bring anything else either," I
replied.
Mary came over as Barb (Foofu) and Cindy (Peaches) drove into the
parking lot.
Mary, Barb and Cindy were also wearing short shorts and tank tops
with no bras.
We greeted each other as Coach Wagner arrived and got out of her
truck with her book bag.  The coach was wearing a business suit
and had her hair in bun on the top of her head.  Her six inch
heels click across the parking lot as she walked towards us.
"Let's go pets, inside, we have a lot to do today," she said as
she walked past us.
I could tell Barb was about to say something to the coach as she
walked by but I grabbed her arm and squeezed.  When she looked at
me I shook my head no and she shrugged her shoulders. She seemed
to be on a short fuse, and I just hoped she could control it.
We walked into the training room and put our stuff down.  We
hadn't been told to do anything so we just stood around talking
to each other.  The other mother's also had a slow day at home
like me but we all agreed that catching up on our sleep was good
as each of us had different sleeping arrangements with our
daughters.
After about ten minutes the girls came into the room.  "Hi pets,"
they said. I looked at Angie and suddenly blushed, remembering
the tortilla, and as if she had read my mind, she smiled.
We each responded with "Hi mistresses." It was still awkward
saying that with the other mother's there.
Coach Wagner came into the room as the girls put their book bags
down.
"Listen up mistresses, come on over here," the coach yelled out.
She was still wearing her business suit and high heels.  She was
all business looking and serious.
"I've just come from a business meeting with school district
PTA," she said as the girls stood in front of her and we stood
behind the girls.  "This meeting involved the other school
districts as well.  It concerns the puppy girl competition and
its funding."
We looked at each other and then the coach.  This wasn't gonna be
good I thought.
"As you all know the PTAs fund the sports activities at the
individual school district level.  There are a lot of new school
sports this year and that has created a funding short fall."
"Is the competition still on?" asked Megan.
"Yes, the puppy competition is still on," smiled the coach.  The
girls smiled but I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"It was decided that the puppy girl teams from each school
district must fund their own activities."
"What?" Barb asked.
"What's that mean," asked Maggie.
"It means pets and mistresses," the coach replied. "That you will
have to provide the funding for different activities associated
with the competition."
"What?"
"It means that we need dog cages in which to transport you to and
from different activities. Therefore with the lack of funds you
will have to pay for your own dog cages. There is a vendor who is
making the cages for each team.  The cost of each dog cage will
be forty dollars, not a lot of money for a dog cage."
I looked at the other mothers.  "What the fuck?" "What the hell?"
"No fucking way!" was heard.
"So we have to pay forty dollars for our dog cages that will
transport us like dogs to different activities?" asked Cindy.
"Yes, that's what it means," replied the coach.
"What kind of cages? The kind that are square?" Cindy asked.
"No, these are form fitting metal cages.  You will be caged from
your neck down to your feet.  Your head will not be restrained by
the cage.  The cage is on wheels and will have leash attachment
at the top to pull you along."
We just nodded trying to figure out in our minds what it would
look like.
 "Also you will have to pay to register yourselves with the
Cherish Valley animal control office," the coach added.
The girls turned around and looked at us.
"Why the fuck do we have to do that?" Barb asked as she stomped
her foot on the ground like a little child.  I stepped away from
her.
"Because to participate in the competition you must be registered
as dogs, that is in the rules and when your mistresses register
you as dogs, the paperwork is sent to animal control which costs
ten dollars.  Your mistresses will receive a certificate of
ownership from the office which they will take to the
competition."
"Ownership of who?" asked Cindy.
"You. Your daughters will in effect own you once you're
registered."
It looked like Barb was going to cry and so was Maggie.  Cindy,
Mary and I looked at each with worried looks but didn't say
anything.  The girls were smiling of course. The first day of
practice the coach did mention something of ownership but I don't
think any of us took her seriously.
The coach looked at her notes.  "Everything has to be paid by
this Wednesday."
"That's fifty dollars we have to pay! How are we going to do
that?"
Cindy stepped forward.  "Maybe we can have a bake sale here at
the church or at one of the schools.  Say we sell homemade pies
and cookies."
The girls snickered and giggled.  "Mom, kids will want more from
you than just pies and cookies.  I don't think your idea is very
good," Stacey replied.
Cindy just nodded her head and stepped back.
"This is where your mistresses come in and how it will be done,"
the coach said as the girls turned around to face the coach. 
"Last week I had you put some of your mother's clothes in a trash
bag.  Tonight you are to go through the reminder of your pet's
closets and drawers and remove things that you think she will not
need anymore.  That includes dresses, panties, bras, shirts,
blouses, socks, pants and even shoes like high heels and I must
say their jewellery."
There were audible gasps from us as we thought about our
jewellery, and the mothers glanced at each other.
Coach continued, "Although I personally would have her keep her
high heels and get rid of everything else including the
jewellery, but that's me."
The girls smiled and nodded their heads in excitement.
"Wait a minute!" Barb said, the colour rising in her cheeks. "Our
daughters make that choice for us?"
"Your mistress and yes she does.  Consider it part of her
training and your training.  Remember you are to follow her
orders without question and this will help you with that."
I could see the anger in Barb's face and also Maggie but more so
in Barb.
"Tomorrow, pets, you are to take those unwanted items to the
thrift store and sell them to the shop.  Make sure you get as
much money as you can from your personal things as there might be
more costs associated with the competition.  Now let's get
practice started."
For a moment, none of us moved, our thoughts distracted by this
latest development, but eventually we walked over to the bench to
remove our clothes. I heard the coach tell the girls she was
going to look for the photographer team.  That didn't make sense
to me as we were getting undressed for practice.  Maybe we'll
take pictures after practice is done with our clothes on.
We folded our clothes on the bench and waited for the girls. 
Stacey, Cindy's fourteen year old daughter walked towards me. 
"Over here bitch!" she waved.
I followed her off to the side of the bench.  "Stand up straight.
 Wait, where's your bell at?"
I touched my dog collar.  Shit! "Um, on the bench mistress," I
gulped.
Stacey glared at me.  "Well, don't just stand there looking
stupid, Baby Girl, get the fucking bell and bring it to me," she
said.
"Yes Mistress Stacey," I replied as I quickly walked past her.
She slapped my left ass cheek.  I jumped a little.
I rummaged through my gym bag and pulled out the bell and hurried
back to Stacey.
"Stand straight and chin up," she said as I handed her the bell.
"Damn dogs we have to show you everything," she said as she
clipped the bell to my collar. That hurt.
"Now bitch, hands behind your head and lock your fingers, good,"
she said as she walked around me.  I felt like she was inspecting
a piece of meat. "Spread your legs shoulder width apart, good, I
like it when my dog pays attention."
Stacey started rubbing my neck and ears like the girls were
taught on the first day of practice.  I stayed as still as I
could because I didn't want that bell to tinkle.  Stacey worked
her around to my front and briefly I looked at her.
"Don't you fucking look at me dog.  You keep your eyes straight
ahead."
Stacey took her hands using her palms to rotate circular motions
around my nipples which stood straight out and rock hard.
"I see that you like this Baby Girl!" Stacey smiled as she gently
rubbed my nipples with her palms.  Off to my right I saw Angie
running her fingers inside the mouth of Mary (Dinky Pooh).  Mary
had her tongue out as Angie ran her index and middle finger
around the inside of her mouth.
"Okay dog, stay still," Stacey ordered.  I wasn't going anywhere
and I almost nodded my head.
Stacey knelt down in front of me and ran her fingers up and down
my cunt, parrting my lips with her fingers and gently rubbing up
and down.
"Your cunt is wet, bitch!" she said, pushing two fingers inside
me and fucking me briefly before pulling them out.
"You're a good bitch Mrs Woods for not cumming with the clit
clamp on," she giggled.  She tugged at the clamp and couple of
times and I gasped.  Why would she call me "Mrs Woods"? Why not
call me by my practice name? I think she wanted to humiliate me
but whatever it sure felt damn good to have a couple of fingers
rubbing my cunt.
Fuck how I wanted to cum right there.  I was almost to the point
where I would do anything for a cum.
Stacey stood up forced her fingers into my mouth without saying
anything.  I quickly opened my mouth and she ran her fingers
around my teeth and cheeks.  I could taste myself on her fingers.
 I had tasted myself many times on Bill's cock but never on the
fingers of a teenage girl.  Gawd I tasted good.  Could that be
the dog treats? I don't know.
Then Stacey walked behind me again and ran her right hand up and
down my ass crack as she placed her left hand on my belly. I felt
her fingers pressing down against my anus as they passed back and
forth.
"Easy, girl," she said as her right hand was almost massaging my
anus.
Out of my vision again I saw Angie kneeling behind Mary.  She had
the woman's ass cheeks somewhat spread before her.  My daughter
was tracing circles around Mary's anus and ever so gently she
would poke it.  That embarrassed me and made me jealous of the
treatment Mary was getting.  I was embarrassed because Mary is a
close friend and here was my daughter somewhat abusing her: I
wished it was me.
Stacey came around in front of me again and ran her right hand
across my lips.  I could taste my ass on her fingers.  She
stepped back and said, "Very good Baby Girl, take off your bell
and stand over there facing the wall."
I took my bell off and tossed it into my gym bag as I walked by
it.  I stood in front of the wall with my hands at my sides.

"Very good bitch," I heard Angie tell Mary.  "You're the type of
dog I want around my house," she laughed.  "Go join that other
bitch at the wall."
Since I was the only one at the wall Angie meant me.  That hurt
but I was learning to live with that.
Mary stood beside me then Cindy came over then Maggie and finally
Barb who had tears in her eyes.
We could hear the girls pulling out something from their
backpacks.  Oh how I wanted to turn around.  After a couple of
minutes of staring at the wall Megan told us to turn around.  Oh
my, was my first thought.
The girls were in their competition uniform.  It was the
dominatrix uniform in blue and silver with a cut down the middle
from between their breasts to their belly buttons.   It was the
one that Coach Wagner had showed us on the first day of practice.
The girls were smiling and moving back and forth showing off
their uniform for us with their black shiny knee high boots with
stiletto heels.
I smiled at Angie; she looked so hot in her mini dominatrix
uniform.  But then a thought occurred to me: why are they
dressing up now?
Just then the coach came walking in with the camera crew, a bunch
of high school kids, all of them boys.  I felt a sudden wave of
deep humiliation and immediately tried to cover my breasts and
crotch with my hands. Alongside me, all the other mothers were
doing the same.
"Team this is the high school photography club.  They are here
for the team picture," the coach announced.
"What?" Barb cried out.
The girls turned around looking at Barb.  Cindy and I kind of
stepped away from her.
"We have to get dressed for the pictures," Barb said.
"Yes, you do," agreed the coach.  "Pets get your uniforms on!"
she yelled out.
I could see startled expressions from the high school boys when
the coach said that.
Barb walked quickly up to the coach. "Wait! I thought that we
would be dressed and have our picture taken like mother daughter
pictures.  The wholesome kind of pictures." As she spoke, her
voice seemed to crack.
"You thought wrong Mrs Lane.  But you are right in one aspect,
you will have your picture taken with Zoe as a mother daughter
but only in her uniform and your uniform.  Now get your uniform
on."
None of us had moved or made and attempt to get our uniforms on.
Barb started crying pleading with the coach.  "Please, coach,
please, I will do anything else you want but I want a nice
wholesome picture with Zoe for the sports team."
"Girls," was all the coach said as she looked at the girls in
their uniforms.
Zoe came over to her mother and grabbed her by the arm. 
"Punishment time, mother!"
"No Zoe, mistress, please no!" Barb cried as she tried to break
her daughter's grip on her arm, panic in her eyes.
Zoe pushed her mother towards us.  "You bitches take her over to
the bench and lay her down on it.  Grab her arms and legs to hold
her in place."
We stood there looking at the girls.  Megan yelled, "Now!"
I grabbed Barb's left arm and Cindy grabbed her right arm.  We
pulled over her to the bench.  Maggie started to remove the
clothes when little Karen came over to the bench and pushed our
neatly folded clothes to the floor around the bench.
"Leave `em." she said as she stepped back from us.
Barb was struggling against Cindy and me as we laid her down on
the thin strip of wood.
Mary and Maggie quickly grabbed her ankles and spread her legs as
Cindy and I stretched her arms.  I looked around the room. 
Obviously we were the only ones naked and we were holding down
one of our own for punishment. I suddenly became aware of an
unexpected throbbing in my clit.
Coach Wagner went to the girls. "Mistresses as you punish one pet
the other pets will fall into line. Your mothers will slowly
understand that."
Then I heard clicking noises and looked over my shoulder.  The
boys were taking pictures with their high speed cameras.  The
three boys spread out around the room taking pictures from
different angles.
"In case you're wondering doggies," the coach said as she walked
around the bench to Barb's head.  "The boys are here to take
pictures of a typical practice.  Apparently one of you thinks
that punishment is part of our practice routine.  Well so be it.
Mistresses, when you're ready."
Coach Wagner squatted down, open thighed, in front Barb and
lifted her chin up looking into her eyes.
Megan announced. "As captain of the team I want five swats on
each cheek that's a total of ten swats per mistress. Pets I want
you to yell out the number of the swat.  Zoe, she's your dog, you
start first."
Zoe leaned over and gave five quick swats to her mother's right
cheek and five quick swats to her left cheek.  We counted out
loud each time.  The boys with the cameras were coming in close
for close-up shots and wide angle shots.  Then she pinched her
mother's right cheek which made the woman squirm in our grasp.
As Karen stepped up to Foofu, Coach Wagner said to Barb. "Accept
that you are dog Mrs Lane." [SWAT] "One!" we yelled out "That you
will be trained as a dog by these girls. [SWAT] "Two!" "You will
obey and follow the rules and instructions of your mistresses.
[SWAT] "Three!" "Your mistresses will control your pain and your
pleasure." [SWAT] "Four!" "As you behave Mrs Lane your mistresses
will allow you to have pleasure." [SWAT] "Five!"
And so on it went.  Barb was crying now and her ass cheeks were
red. After Megan had finished spanking Foofu she stood back. 
"Now are we going to have any more trouble with following
instructions today?"
"No mistress!" we all replied quietly as we looked at Barb's red
ass cheeks.
"Good, now get your uniforms on and let's get this practice
underway."
We let go of Barb and bent over to get our stuff.  As the girls
were spanking Barb they had stepped on our clothes and gym bags
that were spread around the bench.  They didn't give it any
thought if they had broken something.
In a couple of minutes I had my uniform on and was in the sit
position, resting my legs on my heels with my hands tucked under
my breasts and tongue sticking out panting.
"Very good Baby Girl," nine year-old Karen said as she walked up
to me and patted me on the head.  I wagged my tail for her. 
Watching somebody else get punished sure has a way of
straightening everybody else out.  Maggie, Mary and Cindy were
finished about the same time and were next to me in the sit
position panting away. Barb of course was the slowest but she sat
next to Maggie and panted away.  Her eyes were still red.
"Okay boys, they're ready for their pictures," the coach said.
One of the boys, I think the leader of the group, pointed to
Angie.  "You there," he said. I could see a huge bulge in his
pants with a little wet spot just to the side of the zipper.
"Yes?"
"Ah, get your um, mother, and bring her over here."
"Dog," was all Angie said.
"Ah, get your dog and bring her over here."
"Okay," smiled my daughter. Angie bent over on one knee and
slapped it.  "Come here, Baby Girl, come on!" she cooed.
I dropped down on all fours and scampered to my daughter's side.
"Ah, okay, put the leash on her and kneel next to her.  One knee
up and one knee on the ground.  That's it, um, hold the leash in
your left hand, good, hold it out a little bit and put your right
hand on her back.  Good, okay smile!"
I think Angie smiled but I couldn't tell as I didn't look.  I did
have slobber dropping out of my mouth though as the boy took
pictures.  The other two boys were doing the same thing with
Cindy and Mary and their girls.
"Okay now, walk her around the room slowly," the boy instructed.
"Come Baby Girl, come," Angie said as she tugged on my leash.
The boy followed us around the room snapping pictures.
"Okay good.  So what's her name?" he asked.
"Baby Girl," replied Angie.
"Do you have like a plastic bone or something that we can put in
her mouth?"
"Sure," Angie smiled as she knelt next to me. She took the two
plastic pieces out of my mouth.  "Baby Girl, fetch the bone from
my backpack.  It's open and should be easy to get."
I turned and scampered across the room to her backpack.  I stuck
my nose and face into the backpack and saw the bone.  I grabbed
it with my teeth, pulling it out of the backpack and scampered
back to Angie. I dropped the bone in her outstretched hand.
"Good girl, yes you are!" she cooed as she patted me on the head.
 I wagged my ass muscles back and forth which wagged my tail.
"Sit!" she ordered.
I immediately sat back on my heels and tucked my hands under my
breasts.
"Open," she ordered.
I opened my mouth and she put the plastic bone inside.
"Okay good. I need a couple of pictures of just her and the
bone," the boy said. As I sat there, dying of humiliation, the
boy walked around me, kneeling at times, as he took pictures of
me.
"Can you have her roll over on her back?"
On my back? But that meant...
"Sure, Baby Girl, roll over on your back!"
I obediently rolled over, my hands and knees kind of sticking up
in the air with the bone still in my mouth.
"You're Angie right?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Angie kneel next to her and pat her stomach."
Angie knelt next to me and patted my stomach as the boy took
pictures, making sure that he captured my breasts and my naked
cunt. The damp spot on his pants seemed to grow.
"Okay one last group of pictures.  Have her sit again."
"Sit Baby Girl!" Angie ordered as she stood up.
I quickly rolled over and sat back on my heels with my hands
tucked under my breasts.
"Now Angie, stand in front of her holding the leash a little out,
good, now with you other hand point down at her like she did
something wrong, good. Now give me a stern look like your
scolding her."
Angie did so and the boy snapped more pictures.
"Okay next!"
Zoe and Barb went through the same kind of pictures.  Zoe was all
smiles but Barb was trying hard to keep it together.
Angie reached down into her backpack and took out a treat.
"You want a treat Baby Girl?" Angie asked me holding the treat.
I wagged my tail back and forth.
"Speak!" Angie ordered.
I hesitated as I looked at the other mother's getting their
pictures taken and the boys with the cameras
"Come on Baby Girl, speak!" Angie urged me.
Fuck! "Arf!"
"Good girl," Angie cooed as she tossed the treat into the corner
of the room.
I took off across the room.
"Stay Baby Girl!" Angie yelled after me.
Oh shit, what did I do?
Angie grabbed the rolled up newspaper from her backpack and
walked over to me.  I was still on my hands and knees.
"Bad girl, bad, bad girl!" she said and swatted my ass with the
newspaper.  I looked over my shoulder watching her, trying to
anticipate the newspaper.
"Stay," she said again.  "Look forward!"
I quickly turned my head looking forward as she swatted my ass
again.  Fuck that hurts!
Angie knelt beside me and put her arm around my shoulders.
"Listen Baby Girl, you don't move until I tell you too. You are
to sit there anticipating my command, do you understand?"
"Arf!" I wagged my tail.
"Now go pick-up the treat and bring it back me."
I scurried off to pick-up the treat with my teeth and scurry back
to Angie.
"Drop it in my hand, Baby Girl," she cooed.
I dropped the treat and backed up a little from her.
Angie tossed the treat across the far side of the room.  I sat
there and watched it land and looked back at Angie.
Angie knelt in front of me and scratched behind both my ears. 
"You are such a good doggie when you listen to instructions."
I wagged my tail for her praise.
Angie stood up and said "Eat!"
I scampered across the room, passing one of the photographers and
past Maggie and Karen.  Karen had just slapped her mother with
the end of the leash for not paying attention.
I picked up the treat and sat back on my heels with my hands
tucked under my breasts and chewed on it.  The treats were
starting to get a little more tasty than the first one I had last
week.
I looked over at Angie who was sitting on the bench rolling some
our clothes under her shoes.  She looked beautiful in her
mini-dress with the slit down the middle.  I so much wanted to
see her little nipples and get a peek at her crotch.  Damn, I
didn't know those thoughts came from, but I could feel where they
were going.
Soon enough the photographers finished with the other girls and
mothers.
"Okay now the whole team picture over here.  Girls have your, um,
dogs line up side by side with you holding their leashes behind
them.  Coach if you could step over the left side here, that's
good. The three of us will be taking pictures at the same time."
For at least a minute the three boys were snapping pictures of
us.  Each one walking around us probably using the wide angle
lens and such. All three had bulges in their pants which they
adjusted sometimes without any noticeable embarrassment.
"Okay, that's done."
The girls had us line up and practice our barking.  The video
camera was rolling in front of us as our daughters encouraged us
to bark louder.
One bark for `yes', two barks for `no' and lots of barks to get
their attention.
The coach stepped up to the girls.  "Okay mistresses, next
exercise," she said clapping her hands. "Dogs line up single
file.  I want Peaches first, then Foofu, then Cricket, then Dinky
Pooh and last Baby Girl. This is a herding exercise. Please
remove the tail from your dog."
We quickly lined ourselves up as instructed then the girls pulled
out our tails and tossed over by the bench. I wondered what this
herding exercise was.
"Mistresses please get the scarf for the blindfold, attach it
around their head and then attach your leashes and stand next to
your dog."
The girls got the scarf used for the blindfold and tied it around
our heads.
After we were ready coach continued, "Mistresses, move you dogs
forward so that their nose is touching the anus of the dog in
front of them.  Peaches I'll get to you in a minute."
With our legs strapped to our thighs we had scoot up against the
thighs of the mother in front of us and try to push our faces
against their asses. Each of us had our mouth pieces in so our
slobber ran down their cracks and over the inside of their
thighs.  Zoe had to pull hard on her mom's leash to move her
forward so her nose was touching Peaches' anus.
"Girls keep those leashes tight. If your dog can't get her snout
between the ass cheeks of the dog in front of her, just push her
head down so that her face spreads the ass cheeks. Good very
good, mistresses," the coach said as she walked around us.  "Make
sure their nose keeps touching the anus in front of them. 
Mistress Stacey walk your dog around the room.  You others try
and keep up while keeping your dog's nose buried in the ass
crack."
We tried to get in-sync as we moved forward.  Dinky Pooh's left
leg move forward so I moved my left arm forward, the same with
the right leg and right arm.  In no time our daughters were
swatting us with the rolled up newspapers as they tried to get us
to move together.
But that didn't bother me too much because Mary had a nice
smelling ass.  I kept the tip of my nose right on her anus
opening as best I could, fighting off an urge to press my
slobbering mouth against it. As we walked, my nose rubbed against
her and after a little while I could smell the fragrance of her
cunt drifting up to me.  Angie had tight control of my leash as
she walked slightly forward of me and every now and then she
would swat my ass.  She was making sure that my head was in Dinky
Pooh's ass as we tried to make our way around the room.
I could hear the girls swatting their mothers as we moved and
from the noise, I guessed the others were having as hard a time I
was. After about ten minutes the coach had us stop.
"Mistress Stacey bring your dog around behind Baby Girl and you
others follow Peaches.  I want a circle of nose to anus."
It felt strange having Cindy plant her nose on my anus and feel
her slobber run down my pussy crack.  But as we waited for
Peaches to get into place I could breath in the aroma of Mary's
ass and cunt.  I laughed to myself that she was in heat because
she smelled so good. Once we began to move, Cindy's nose rubbed
rhythmically against my anus and I felt the sensation have the
same affect on me as it had on Mary.
After ten minutes of following each other around in circle and
being swatted by our daughters, coach told us to sit. As I did
so, I felt a familiar sticky wetness coating my thighs.
"Okay mistresses when you get together for practice make sure you
add this exercise to your routine.  Also, be sure to properly
warm-up your dogs before each practice.  Get to know their bodies
and routines.  Practice is over."
The boys were putting away their cameras as the coach gathered up
her stuff.
The girls turned to us and said "Stay" as they walked towards the
bench.  We watched as the girls sat down on the bench while
stepping all over our clothes.  I frowned, what could we do?
The girls gathered their stuff up but they didn't change their
clothes.  Angie came over and took out my mouth pieces and threw
them on the floor.  The other girls did the same.
"Okay, pets, get dressed," Megan ordered.
I quickly used my teeth to remove my arm sleeves and hand paws
then I removed everything else.  I looked for my mouth pieces and
found two that I thought were mine.  I should have watched where
Angie had tossed them, but Hell, it hardly mattered after
spending fifteen minutes with my nose pressed against someone
else's anus.  Part of the practice I thought. I found my clothes
in a pile and sorted them out, dressing quickly and putting the
things in my gym bag.
"Let's go pets, we don't have all night!" Stacey yelled out.
I stood up after putting my shoes on and hurried over to Angie.
"Ready mistress?" I breathed hard.
Little Karen stepped over to me and smiled and said, "You did a
good job today Mrs Woods."
"Thank you Mistress Karen," I replied to the nine year-old.
"Yes, mom, let's go," Angie said turning for the door.
As we got out to the hallway she turned around and looked at me.
"I want you to carry my things for me, my book bag, backpack,
everything."
"But mistress...."
"No buts, mother! Here!" she replied as she handed me her bags. 
"I have a very important job training you in addition to learning
things myself and I don't want to strain my muscles carrying all
this stuff. I need my mind clear, you understand?"
"Yes mistress," I replied as I hefted her bags around my
shoulders.
 When we got in the car and I started it up Angie looked at me. 
"You looked cute sleeping on the floor today, mom," she smiled.
"Thank you mistress." I knew she could see me.
As I drove down the street she looked out the window.  "What did
you think of the dog bowl with you name on it?"
"What do you mean?"
"How did it make you feel?"
I hesitated.  "Ashamed and humiliated."
"Why's that?" Angie asked as she turned towards me.
"I know that I agreed to this sport but having my name on a dog
bowl is humiliating so I'm not sure if I want my real name
associated with what we are doing.  I was hoping that my
competition name and real name weren't associated."
"So you want me to take your name off from the inside of the
bowl?"
"That's up to you mistress," I replied as I grip the wheel.  I
didn't want her to notice that I'm nervous.
Angie didn't ask me about her treat this morning.  Maybe she was
embarrassed or she didn't want to embarrass me.  It was like an
eight hundred pound elephant in the room that nobody wants to
talk about.
We sat in silence the rest of the way.  When I pulled up in the
driveway Angie got out of the car and walked into the house.  I
was left to bring her bags and my stuff into the house.
As I entered, Angie was waiting for me standing there in her
black knee boots and her competition uniform.  "Pet, I don't want
you to use the front door anymore.  I want you to use the side
gate and walk around to the kitchen door, do you understand?"
"Yes mistress."
"Good, put our things in my bedroom and wait for me there," Angie
ordered as she walked up the stairs.  "Yes, mistress." I followed
her up the stairs and went to her bedroom.  She went to the
bathroom down the hallway.
I put her things on her bed and laid them out for her and then
stood there waiting for her.  Why am I so wet?  I heard the
toilet flush and Angie walked into the room.
"Pretty clean, pet, nice job," she smiled.
"Thank you mistress."
Angie walked over to the closet and opened the door.  "Very good
mom, I'm impressed, all my clothes in proper order." Then she
looked down at the closet floor.  She took off her boots and
tossed them in the corner of the closet and then carefully
removed her uniform.  Oh gawd what a beautiful pre-teen body my
daughter has.  She faced the closet as she took her uniform off
but her buttocks were trim and firm, the kind that you could put
both hands on and massage and worship.
Angie reached up and took a shirt off the hanger and pulled it
over her head then walked over to her dresser and opened the
drawer and pulled out shorts.  Damn, the finest sight in the
world has just been covered up.
Angie walked back to the closet to close the door.  "What the..?"
Angie stepped back and pointed at the floor.  "Where's your
clothes?"
"Mistress?" I replied as I stepped forward.
"You heard me, pet, where the hell are your clothes," she almost
yelled.
"Mistress, you don't need to yell at me," I replied clearly
nervous now.
"I will yell if I want, mother, now answer the question!" Angie
glared at me.
"I, I folded my clothes and put them on the side of the closet,"
I stammered.
Angie looked inside the closet then reached in and pulled my
clothes out and threw them into the room scattering my clothes
around the room.
"What gave you the idea that you could fold your clothes in the
closet?" she demanded.
"I thought that it would look nicer, mistress," I replied
nervously.
"You don't think mother, I do the thinking for you," she said to
me.
That hurt.  I bowed my head and clasped my hands in front of me.
"I didn't give you permission to fold your clothes did I?"
"No mistress," I almost whispered.
She glared at me which made me uncomfortable.  "From now on your
clothes will be kept on the bedroom floor.  When you wash your
clothes you are to scatter them around the floor.  If I walk on
them then too bad. Gawd damn! You get me so mad sometimes. I
should punish you right here right now!"
"Yes mistress," I whisper again.  My heart was beating fast and I
was clearly nervous which I think my daughter could see.
"Take your clothes off," Angie ordered me as she walked out the
bedroom door.
I quickly disrobed dropping my clothes on the floor.
"In here pet!" Angie yelled at me.
I walk quickly into the master bedroom, my former bedroom.  Angie
was standing inside the walk-in closet with her hands on her
hips.
"You don't need this, this or this," she said throwing blouses
and skirts on the floor.  "Go downstairs and get a trash bag,"
Angie ordered without looking around at me.
I brought back the large trash bag and Angie had thrown more
clothes on the floor.  "Put those in the trash bag. You won't
need them anymore."
"But mistress..." I tried to say.
"Quiet mother, you've been thinking too much on your own lately."
"Yes mistress," I replied as I knelt on the floor with tears in
my eyes.  I stuffed pants, shirts, blouses and skirts into the
bag.
"The hell with this," Angie said as she grabbed a whole rack of
clothes still on the hangers.  "You won't need any of this crap!"
"Mistress may I please go and get another trash bag?" I asked
looking up at her.
"Yes you may."
When I came back into the room with two trash bags Angie was
holding my wedding dress.  "Oh, mistress, please, not my wedding
dress?"
"Can alterations be easily made to this dress?" she asked.
"I suppose so, mistress."
"Good," was all she said and put it back in the closet.
Angie was throwing my shoes out of the closet as I stuffed the
trash bags with my clothes.  "We'll have to buy you some new high
heels to go with your current clothing style."
"Yes mistress"
Then she opened my dresser drawers and threw some panties at me.
Put these in my room.  I picked them up and went down the hallway
and tossed them into the room and hurried back to the master
bedroom.
"Take the rest of your clothes in the dresser and put them in the
trash bags along with the shoes."
"Yes mistress"
The she pulled out my jewellery case from under the bed and set
it on top of the covers.  She opened the lid and licked her lips.
I didn't think she knew where I had hidden it.  Not much of a
hiding place but still.
"I'll take this one, and this one and these over here," she
smiled as she rummaged through the case.  "Take off your wedding
band and hand it to me."
"What?"
"You heard me, pet," she replied as she continued looking in the
jewelry box.
"I... I can't mistress, I mean, this wedding band is a family
heirloom," I pleaded rubbing the band.
"I don't care, pet, now give me the band."
Tears welled up in my eyes. "Please, mistress, let me keep this
one."
Angie looked at me with an exasperated look on her face.  "Do you
see any dogs wearing wedding bands?"
I paused for a moment.  "Well, no, mistress."
"Neither do I, now give me the band."
I sobbed as I fingered the band around my finger. "Please,
mistress," I must have sounded like a little child pleading with
her mother. "Let me put it in a safe place for after the
competition."
"Damn it mother! Give me the band now or there will be more
punishment."
I didn't look at Angie but stared at my wedding band.  Was it
worth getting punished over? She would still take the wedding
band anyway.
"But mistress what about your father? What will he say when he
notices that I'm not wearing the band?"
"He won't mind, in fact, he probably won't care," she replied
holding her hand out.
I nodded my head and pulled off the wedding band and handed it to
her.  Then she counted the pieces of jewelry in the box.  "Sell
this whole box tomorrow and make sure that your receipt says
forty-two pieces of jewelry or adds up to forty-two pieces. 
Understand?"
"Yes mistress" I nodded with tears in my eyes.  I put the box in
the trash bag with the clothes.
"The only two pieces of jewelry you need are your lovely dog
collar and your little tinkle bell for practice."
"Yes mistress"
Angie stepped over to me and put her hand on the side of my face.
 "I'm not gonna punish you mother for folding you clothes in the
closet today as this is hard enough for you.  But I don't want
you thinking on your own.  Your job is to do things without
question when I tell you.  That is why I have such a hard job
because I have to think for the both of us and especially about
your welfare.  That's why you have the easy job. You just have to
follow my commands."
I nodded my head as she wiped the tears from my eyes. A mother's
job is just as hard I thought.
"Now you go be a good little pet and make dinner, I'm getting
hungry, and I'm sure daddy will be hungry when he gets home too,"
Angie said as she stepped back from me.
An hour later dinner was on the table as Bill walked in the
house.  "Whoa, now there's a sight you don't see every day," he
laughed as I stood in the kitchen naked.
"No touching dad.  She's just eye candy to you," Angie laughed.
"Pet go stand in the corner there facing the wall with your arms
at your sides."
I could see Bill's eyebrow raise as I walked past him but he
didn't say anything.
Angie told her dad about today's practice and how she thought I
was doing.  I did get praise from Angie and Bill was happy to
hear that.  My stomach was growling now as the two of them ate.
"Pet go upstairs and get your uniform on but leave the mouth
pieces out. Hurry now," she smiled.
I scurried upstairs and quickly got my uniform on and crawled
down the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Damn that sure is nice," Bill said as I crawled into the
kitchen.
 "Sit Baby Girl next me," Angie ordered me as she patted her left
thigh.  I scampered around the chair and to her side.  She took a
piece of meat off the table and showed it to me. "Do you remember
what you learned today?"
I almost answered her then I looked at Bill who had an excited
look on his face.  I lowered my head and replied, "Arf!"
"Fuck!" was all he said with a big smile on his face.  The
bastard was enjoying this.
"Good," Angie smiled as she tossed the piece of meat towards the
back door.  I sat there looking at it.  I could hear Angie
picking up her fork and scooping food into her mouth.  Then she
said, "Eat!" and I quickly scampered over to the piece of meat
and scooped it up with my tongue and chewed it.  Damn that tasted
good.  I turned around and went back to Angie's side again and
waited for her to toss another piece of food again.  For the next
fifteen minutes my daughter tossed food around the kitchen and I
ate it off the floor.
Bill eventually pulled his cock out of pants and was stroking it
at the table.
"Eww! Dad, put your thingie away," Angie said in disgust.
"Why? You saw it yesterday and you touched it," he smiled
stroking his cock up and down.
"But we're at the dinner table. No naked cocks at the table."
"Yeah, but you're feeding mom table scraps and that isn't
strange?"
"I'm training her dad," Angie replied as she patted me on the
head.
"Then go ahead and train her and let me stroke my cock when I
want," he said looking down the table at me.
"Whatever!" Angie replied and tossed another piece of meat in the
corner of the kitchen.  I sat there waiting for her command.
Angie casually took another bite of food and drank from her glass
of milk. "Eat!"
After about five minutes she got up from the table and headed
into the living room.  Bill was breathing hard as he was stroking
his cock watching me.
"Come Baby Girl," she said slapping the side of her leg.
I scamper off to her.
"Come on, Ang! At least let me cum watching her!" Bill pleaded.
"No, dad," was all Angie said.  I was proud of her.
"Aww, fuck!" was all he said.
Angie walked up the stairs and I followed her.  She closed the
door of her bedroom after I came in.  "Take your uniform off."
Was all she said as she sat down on her bed.
I quickly removed my hand paws and sleeves with my teeth.  In a
minute I was standing before.
Angie stood up and walked around me.  "I think you need some
reminding of who you are," she stated simply.
She stood in front of me and reached up with both hands and
squeezed both my nipples with her thumb and index fingers.  "Who
am I?"
I thought for a moment wondering where this was going to go. 
"You're my mistress."
"Does that bother you, mother?" she squeezed my nipples again.  I
balled my fists up trying not to show the pain.
"No mistress" I replied looking straight ahead.
"What are you," she asked twisting my nipples which pulled me
forward a little bit.
I grimaced but didn't reply.
Angie reached out and slapped the left side of my face.  That
stung! I look straight ahead again.
"I'll ask again. Who are you?"
"I, I don't understand the question mistress," I stammered.
"Hmm, from now on you will answer in the third person using your
puppy name, understand?"
"Yes mistress," I paused.  "Baby Girl understands," I gulped. 
What was she up to?
"Good, but how quickly you forget.  You're a pet during
non-practice times and a dog during practice times, do you
remember now?" she smirked.
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl understands."
"So what are you mother?" Angie asked as she went back to pulling
and pinching my nipples.
"Baby Girl is your pet, mistress."
"You were a loser in high school weren't you, mom," Angie asked.
There she goes again using the parental title.  Where was she
going with this?
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl was a loser in high school."
Angie let go of my nipples and squatted down in front of me. 
"Spread your legs, wider, that's good."
Oh Gawd how I wanted to cum right there in front of her.
"But you're not gonna let me lose in this competition are you,
mother?" Angie asked as she flicked my clit clamp with her index
finger.
I moved my hips back in response to her flicking my clit clamp.
"No mistress, Baby Girl is not going to lose this competition for
you." I breathed hard.
"Hmm, my, my sensitive aren't we?"
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl is sensitive."
She touched a finger against my labia. "And so very wet."
"Yes mistress."
Angie stood up again.  "As my pet you're gonna listen to
everything I say and do everything I ask, right?"
"Yes mistress," I gulped again.
"Bend over and grab your ankles," she ordered as she walked to
her night stand.
I did as she asked wondering what was going on.  This was
something new all together.
Angie opened her back pack and took out a short bamboo cane. The
cane was blue and silver, the school colors. It looked like a
punishment cane.
"The other mistresses and I bought these canes today with your
money," Angie said as she flexed the cane back and forth. "I took
money out of your purse this morning for this cane. We thought it
would be nice addition." Angie swished the cane back and forth.
I looked over at her and gulped; the cane looked wicked. 
"Angie," I started to say.
"Shut up mother," Angie said.
I closed my mouth knowing I had screwed up.
"This was going to be a five stroke reinforcement punishment only
used to remind you of your status.  But now you questioned me so
this will be a ten stroke punishment."
Fuck why I'd say anything! Gawd damn it!
Angie walked around behind me.  "After each stroke you will say
the number of the stroke and Baby Girl is sorry, do you
understand or do have questions about it?"
"Baby Girl understands and she has no questions about the
punishment," I reply as I grit my teeth for the stroke.
[SMACK] "Uh! One, Baby Girl is sorry."
"Don't question me mother," [SMACK]
"Two, Baby Girl is sorry."
"Don't think for yourself," [SMACK]
"Three, Baby Girl is sorry."
"I am your mistress," [SMACK]
"Four, Baby Girl is sorry."
"Trust me to make decision for you!" [SMACK]
"Five, Baby Girl is sorry." I had tears in my eyes and both ass
cheeks were smarting.
"I know what's good for you," [SMACK]
"Six, Baby Girl is sorry." Please let this be over.
"You are my bitch!" [SMACK]
"Seven, Baby Girl is sorry."
"You are my dog," [SMACK]
"Eight, Baby Girl is sorry."
"You will be obedient to the other mistresses," [SAMCK]
"Nine, Baby Girl is sorry."
"Don't ever call me Angie again," [SMACK]
"Ten, Baby Girl is sorry."
"Stand up pet," Angie ordered as she swished the cane through the
air.
"Kiss Miss Cane and tell it you are sorry," Angie said holding
the cane out.
I puckered my lips and kissed the cane. "Baby Girl is sorry Miss
Cane."
"Very good, Miss Cane will be kept on my night stand.  When I ask
for Miss Cane this is where you will find her."
"Yes mistress"
"Now, go downstairs and clean up the kitchen."
An hour so later I was in bed with my ankles tied to the bed post
and my hands cuffed behind my back. Angie and the girls had also
bought handcuffs, blue on one cuff and silver on the other, the
school colors, the same time they bought the canes. I as I lay
there on the bed my ass was still hurting.  Angie was at her desk
doing her homework.  I resolved to work on not questioning my
daughter again but it was going to be hard.


Tuesday morning.
I was kneeling by the front door waiting for Angie to go to
school.  She came down the stairs smiling at me.
"Very good, pet," she smiled as she stopped by the front door and
offered her left hand.
I eagerly licked it.  "Enough," she giggled. I stopped my
licking. "You have some dry puppy chow in your bowl that you need
to eat all of it today, before practice.  I also left ten treats
out on the back porch, you must eat some of them also as those
treats are good for your skin tone.  I want you to spend more
time outside today after you get back from the thrift store.  The
store opens a nine.  I'm counting on you to make a lot of money
selling your stuff so get good prices for everything." She turned
and opened the door.  "Oh, and the usual house cleaning.  See you
at practice."
"Yes mistress, thank you mistress" I replied looking up at her. 
My daughter smiled down at me and walked out the door.
I quickly stood up and rushed up the stairs to the bathroom
lifting the lid.  Fuck, no treat left in the bowl.  I put the lid
back down and walk dejected into the bedroom.  My clothes were
strewn about the floor so I walk over to the closet and
straighten it out.  Boy, Angie sure is a messy dresser.  She was
wearing another slut outfit this morning.  I started on the bed
and noticed something things on it,  things from last week, like
the silk scarf, the flexible ruler, the newspaper roll, and the
riding crop, Miss Riding Crop as I was to call it.  She had
strewn these things on the bed for me to place somewhere, but
where?
I looked at the night stand and there was Miss Cane.  That's
where she would want these things, next to Miss Cane.  I pick-up
the hand cuffs and rope and neatly fold them on the stand then I
pick-up the other items and neatly place them next to Miss Cane.
As I held the flexible ruler my breasts ached a little.  That
hurt the first day she used that on me and in the store bathroom.
I look at the clock on the stand and realize that I must be
getting going to the thrift store if I was to beat out the other
mother's who were going to sell their stuff today.
A couple of hours later here I am on my hands and knees with my
face in the dog bowl chewing on the dry dog food.  I had made
seventy dollars and as I was walking out the door Cindy came in.
I had tears in my eyes when the store clerk took my jewelry box.
Cindy and I didn't say anything to each other but we both had sad
looks on our faces. I couldn't let her see how much I was hurting
by selling my stuff.
The dog food didn't taste all that bad and so I moved over a
little and lapped up some water.  I stood up and stretched and
walked out the back door.  I needed to pee and maybe poop plus I
need to scoop up the yard for the lawn guys.
I saw the dog treats on the porch.  Didn't Angie say there were
ten treats? There were only six treats laying there.  Did she lie
to me or did something else happen to them?
I stepped out into the yard and looked around.  Ah fuck I said. 
There was real dog poop in the yard.  Some damn dog had gotten
through the hole in the fence, ate some of the treats and pooped.
I looked over at the hole in the fence and guess who pops his big
head in? That fucking Great Dane with a dog treat in his mouth.
I slowly backup to the house because I was naked in the yard and
that Dane was leering at me, at least it looked like he was
leering at me maybe that was my imagination.
For the rest of the day I spent my time by the back door watching
the hole and going inside the house.  I didn't want to spend too
much time inside the house as Angie had ordered me to spend time
outside.
The phone rang and I jumped up to get it.  It was Angie.
"Pet meet me at the bus stop," was all she said.
"Yes mistress"
I put a tank top and shorts on and my shoes and hurried out the
door, getting to the bus stop as the bus pulled up.  I waited for
Angie to get off the bus.  Julie got off then Kayla, the two
girls who played with my tits the day in at the mall.
"Hi, Mrs Woods," both said smiling at me.
"Hi, girls," I reply.  I wonder how much Angie has told them
about our training or how much things have changed between her
and me.
Then Angie got off the bus. "Here carry my stuff," she said
handing me her backpack which was packed with books.
"How was your day?" Angie asked.
I looked at Julie and Kayla and gulped.  Should I or shouldn't I
thought to myself.  How much did these two girls know about our
practice and training?
"Um, fine, Angie," I finally said.
Angie's eyes narrowed and she glared at me.  Julie and Kayla put
their hands to their mouths.  Oh fuck, I screwed this one up.  I
just didn't know how I should have answered though.
Angie grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down the sidewalk. 
"Punishment time mother," she said between clinched teeth. 
Following us were Julie and Kayla.
"You're so stupid sometimes mother!" Angie said as she pushed
towards the house.  "Come on girls, my pet has to use the back
door."
I noticed that Julie and Kayla had excited looks on their faces
as they walked into the house.  I came around the backyard and
into the kitchen.  I put Angie's back pack on the counter.
"Upstairs now mother, get undressed and bring the scarf, the
ruler and the hand cuffs to me!" Angie yelled.
I scurried past the girls who were sitting on the couch.  I must
have turned several shades of red as I stomped up the stairs like
a little girl being sent to her room.
I pull my tank top off and shimmy out of my shorts.  "Hurry up
mother, we're waiting!" Angie yelled again.  I could hear the
girl's giggling.
I picked up the scarf and ruler and quickly went down the stairs.
 I had tears in my eyes as I handed my daughter the scarf and
ruler.
"Stand over there," Angie ordered pointing to the middle of the
living room.  She got up from the couch and advanced on me. 
Tears were coming down both cheeks now and my lips were
quivering.  I was almost on the verge of all out crying.
Angie walked around behind me and put the scarf around my eyes
and tied it tightly behind my head.
"I told you to never call me Angie again, right?" Angie demanded.
"Yes mistress"
Julie and Kayla giggled.
"Why were you thinking then? Why did you think you could get away
with calling me by my name?" Angie asked as she stepped around in
front of me.
I was crying now.  I bent my head a little as tears came out. 
"Baby Girl was thinking when she wasn't suppose too!" I cried.
"Exactly, did I give you permission to think for yourself,
mother?"
"No mistress," I cried.
"Then why were you thinking at all?" Angie asked.
"Baby Girl didn't know if your friends knew of our arrangement
for this competition," I was still crying.
"Of course they would know, mom, there are my closest friends and
besides did you forget that they were playing with your tits the
other day?"
"Baby Girl is truly sorry, mistress," I balled, wiping the tears
from my eyes and cheeks.
"I bet you are.  Julie and Kayla are going to assist me in
punishing you.  Julie grab her right nipple and pull it straight
out and Kayla you do the same to her left nipple," Angie
instructed.
"Cool!" both girls said as they grabbed my nipples.
"Now, really pull hard on the nipples girls," Angie said as she
took my hands and snapped the cuffs around my wrists behind my
back.  My nipples and breasts were hurting like hell as the two
pre-teen girls pulled on them.
"After each swat you are to say the number and `I will not
question my mistress' is that understood?"
"Yes mistress" I sobbed.
[SMACK] "One, I will not question my mistress," I grunted and
sobbed as my left breast was smacked.
"Julie and Kayla are here to help you mom," Angie huskily.  I
think she was getting hot.
[SMACK] "Two, I will not question my mistress," I sobbed as my
right breast was smacked.
"You will be as obedient for them as you are for me."
[SMACK] "Three, I will not question my mistress," I gasped as my
left breast was smacked.
Julie and Kayla were giggling each time Angie whacked my breasts.
"They will be your mistresses also."
[SMACK] "Four, I will not question my mistress," I said wondering
about the implications of added two girls to the mix who weren't
in the competition.
"Julie and Kayla will only take part in your house training. 
They will come over whenever they please and you will obey them."
[SMACK] "Five, I will not question my mistress," I sobbed.  My
breasts and nipples were really hurting now.  The girls had a
death grip on my nipples and pulling hard on them.
"When they are here at the house your body and mind belong to
them."
[SMACK] "Six, I will not question my mistress," I balled
struggling against the handcuffs to move my hands to cover my
breasts.
"If they order you to do something then you will do without
question."
[SMACK] "Seven, I will not question my mistress," I moved my legs
and body with that last smack.  Fuck, my tits were hurting.
"You will address Julie as Mistress Julie."
[SMACK] "Eight, I will not question my mistress," jumped up and
down a little and girls giggled.
"You will address Kayla as Mistress Kayla."
[SMACK] "Nine, I will not question my mistress," I want this over
sooo badly!
[SMACK] "Ten, I will not question my mistress," I cried and
jumped back a little from the hit on my tit.
"Have you learned your lesson, pet?" Angie asked as she took the
blind fold from my eyes.
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl has learned her lesson." I sobbed. Gawd
how I wanted to rub my nipples and tits.
"Good," Angie replied as she undid the cuffs.  "Go upstairs and
put your uniform on and came back here."
I hurried up the stairs rubbing my breasts and wiping the tears
from my eyes.
After a minute or so Angie yelled out, "Gawd damn, pet, hurry up.
 We don't have all day!" I could hear the girls giggle and
whispering but I couldn't make out what they were saying.
I crawled down the stairs with embarrassment and shame all over
me, and as I came into sight, Julie and Kayla giggled. This would
be the first time both girls had seen me in my uniform.
"Oh my Gawd!" Julie exclaimed.
"No fucking way!" added Kayla.
I slowly came off the last stairs and into the living room.
"Sit!" Angie ordered me.
I sat back on my heels and tucked my hands under my breasts
looking straight ahead.
"Beg!" Julie ordered me as she scooted forward on the couch.
I stuck my tongue out and panted while flexing my ass muscles
back and forth waving my tail.
"That is so cool!" she said smiling at Angie.
I sat there wagging my tail and panting for this twelve year-old
and getting wet between my legs. The scent of my cunt hung in the
air around me.
"A dog should always beg for something," Angie announced as she
stood up.  I look over at her as she unbuttoned her shorts.  What
the fuck was she gonna do?
Angie shimmied out of her shorts as they fell down her long
smooth legs; why am I not surprised she is not wearing panties. 
But before me is the most beautiful sight: my daughter's smooth
hairless cunt! Looking at it made the pain of my breast
punishment go away.
Angie walked up to me.  "Beg, Baby Girl, beg for me!" She smiled
down at me.
I whined and wagged my tongue back and forth, I shook my ass,
moving my tail.  The girls control our pain and pleasure, isn't
that what the coach said yesterday?
Angie giggled and thrust her hips in my face, her beautiful cunt
only inches from my nose. I could smell her. I could see the
puffy pink lips, covered in a down like the fuzz on a peach. And
there, there at its centre, a tell tale glimmer of moisture. I
could feel my heart racing and my cunt flooding, all thought of
embarrassment forgotten. I leaned slowly forward.
"Sorry Baby Girl, you've haven't earned it yet," she said with a
nervous laugh as she stepped back and picked up her shorts.  She
sat down on the couch looking at her friends.
Julie stood up and walked towards me.  She reached up under her
skirt and pulled down her thong.  She smiled at me as she bent
over and took the thong from her left foot.  She held it up by
one finger and waved it around.  She stepped forward towards me
slightly lifting her mini-skirt.  "Beg, Mrs Woods, beg!" she
giggled.
Why do the girls persist in calling me by my married name? I sat
straight again and whined my best and wagged my tail.  Julie
stepped closer to my head and waved her skirt up and down so that
I got a good smell of her musky crotch.  She also thrust her hips
at me and shook her crotch back and forth.  "Come on Mrs Woods,
beg like a good doggie!"
Angie and Kayla took up the chant.  "Beg, beg, beg!"
I panted and eagerly wagged my tail for her as she stepped right
up to me.  I looked at the puffiest cunt I'd ever seen.  It was
smooth and hairless and I saw a dew of moisture on her lips also.
 She was just as excited as I was. Julie put her skirt down and
patted my head. "Nice doggie, Mrs Woods," she laughed. "But you
have to earn it like your mistress says."
With the thong still in her left hand she flying it across the
room. "Fetch!" she said.
I immediately dropped to all fours and scampered across the room.
 I picked up the thong with my teeth, tasting her essence, her
moisture on the crotch.  Oh gawd it was lovely, the smell, the
taste.  I brought it back to her and she bent over and patted me
on the head and took the thong from my mouth. "Your mom is so
obedient Angie," she said as she sat down on the couch twirling
the thong around her finger again. She didn't close her legs and
I could see her red puffy hole glinting in the light.
"She's getting there!" Angie replied as she slipped her shorts
back on. I tried desperately to get one last glimpse of her
little girl sex, but she pulled them on too quickly, and then
smiled at me as she sat back down.
Kayla stood up and sauntered over to me, smiling a mischievous
look on her face.
"Beg for me dog!" She ordered me.
I sat back on my legs and tucked my hands under my breasts and
panted and wagged my tail back and forth.  "You're a good
doggie!" she giggled as she walked up to me, and also pulled down
her thong - why do pre-teen girls always thongs? It was white and
as she slid it down I could see a stain on the crotch.
Kayla turned to Angie and Julie who were sitting on the couch
smiling at her.  "Don't dogs sniff the anuses of the people they
meet?" she asked her friends.
"Of course they do!" Angie laughed as she sat forward on the
couch.
Kayla turned around and stuck her rear-end out.  "Sniff me Mrs
Woods."
I crawled forward a couple of paces as she flipped the back of
her skirt up and bent forward, pulling her cheeks apart to reveal
the puckered brown hole.  I leaned forward and breathed in deep
through my nose.  Oh fuck! What a scent, a musky dank smell
coming from her anus.  I put my nose right between her ass cheeks
and breathed deeply again.
Kayla giggled as my nose touched her rear-end and called out,
"Press your puppy nose right up against my shit-hole." Vaguely
conscious of the sticky cream beginning to dribble down my
thighs, I pressed inwards, pushing my nose against the little
sphincter and felt it flexing open and shut under the pressure.
The smell was musky and strong... and divine.
Shaking her ass back and forth against my pressing face, she
laughed, "Look at the doggie, sniffing my asshole."  Angie and
Julie laugh also.  I was suddenly aware of how I must look, and
adult, dressed as a dog, sniffing the rear-end of a pre-teen
girl.
Kayla stood up and turned around.  "No you can't lick my ass, Mrs
Woods," she giggled.  "You haven't earned it yet!" She looked
back at the others. "As much fun as this is I have to get home. 
Thanks Angie and thanks Mrs Woods, you're such a nice dog.  I
look forward to working with you on your training."
Julie stood up and walked over to me.  She bent over and
scratched behind both my ears.  "Thanks Mrs Woods, you one hot
puppy! I also look forward to working with you! If you're an
obedient bitch, I might let you lick my cunt next time. If you do
what you're told. Would you like that, Baby Girl?"
"Arf, Arf!" I wagged my tail hard and made loud excited panting
noises. Julie giggled and patted me on the head.
"See ya tomorrow Ang!" Kayla said as she picked up her backpack.
Both girls walked out the door.  Angie scooted forward on the
couch and spread her thighs. On the crotch of her shorts was a
darkened patch of moisture. "Come here, Baby Girl," she ordered.
I crawled over to her stopping between her legs.  She leaned
forward looking down at me as her thighs closed around my neck. 
"I don't like to punish you mother, you know that.  It hurts me
to punish you but it's for your own good. Do you understand?"
"Arf!"
"You should have known that Julie and Kayla are my best friends
and that they would have known about your training and the
competition.  I would not have embarrassed you at the bus stop
for no reason." My daughter gazed down at me.
I averted my eyes. Fuck she was right. I whined just a little but
I still stared at the ground.
"Do you need remedial punishment to reinforce this?" she asked as
she scratched behind my right ear.
"Arf, arf!"
"Are you a happy puppy?" Angie smiled.
"Arf!"
"Well, let me check you first to make sure," she smiled as she
turned me around. "Remember what the coach said at Friday's
practice? A wet cunt is a sign that your pet is happy."
Okay, yes I remember that.
I felt two then three fingers slip into my cunt. "Wow, mom,
you're really wet! I say you're a happy pet!"
"Hmm," I respond and slightly move my hips back and forth.
Angie has her left hand on my lower back holding my tail out of
the way and the fingers of her right hand exploring my cunt. I
could hear the squelch of my wetness as she worked her fingers in
and out of me and I felt the beginnings of a longed for explosion
building in me.
"I don't think I will let you cum yet mother, you haven't
deserved it, especially after today."
I knew she was just as turned on as I was but that didn't mean
she would let me cum.
I turned to look at her "Arf!" I replied.
"No, Baby Girl, I don't think so.  I have homework to do and you
have to get dinner ready," she said pulling her fingers out of my
cunt.  She wiped her fingers on my ass cheeks and got up, and
like a real dog, my tail sank down between my legs.
Later that evening as my daughter was tying my ankles to the bed
post I asked her a question.  "Mistress may I ask a question
please?"
"Certainly."
"Why do you call me `mom' and `mother' during practice times?"
Angie sat on the end of the bed and looked at me.  "Because it
pleases me," she paused and added, "mother."
I wanted to fidget with my fingers but my hands were cuffed
behind my back. Should I tell her that she and the other girls
calling me by my married name elicits deep humiliation?
"Mistress?" I ask again.
"Yes, mother, what is it?"
"Why do Mistress Julie and Mistress Kayla call me by my married
name?"
Angie stopped what she was doing and looked at me.  "Does that
bother you?"
I lower my head. "Yes," I breathed.
Angie was still looking at me. "Tell you what, mother I'll let
you decide when Julie and Kayla can stop calling you Mrs Woods."
I looked at her. "Mistress?"
"That's right, mom, you tell the girls when they can stop calling
you Mrs Woods and start calling you pet or any other name you
want them to call you," she replied with a smile.
Fuck! If the girls calling me by my married name wasn't bad
enough now I have to tell them to stop calling me by my married
name. I gulped and nodded my head my face turning several shades
of red.
Angie stood up and pushed me back onto the bed. "Go to sleep mom,
we have a big day tomorrow."
Later that night as I lay in her bed I wondered what tomorrow
would bring at the vet office. I turned my head and looked at her
curled up beside me, suddenly a little girl again. I had hoped
she might rub herself against me as she had before, but she had
simply turned over and gone to sleep. Between my legs, my clit
sang its song of need.

Wednesday:
I saw Angie off at the front for school and she reminded me to be
at the church for practice and bring the money that I received
yesterday.  She was proud of me because of the amount of money I
got.  She found out from Zoe that her mom, Barb, Foofu, had made
the least amount of money, something like forty dollars.  Zoe's
dad made up the difference only after the two of them negotiated
a price of fifteen dollars for a couple of sex acts that Barb had
to perform on him.  From the message that Zoe put out to her
teammates Foofu at first refused to go along with what her
daughter negotiated, accusing Zoe of pimping her out.  After some
punishment that involved her breasts and crotch Foofu changed her
mind.
Barb for some reason was having a difficult time with this sport.
 I hoped she wouldn't spoil it for the rest of us, I thought as I
rushed upstairs to look in the toilet.  Oh yes! I love my
daughter.  There floating in her urine was a soft looking smooth
brown turd about five inches long.  I dropped to my knees
ignoring that word written under the toilet seat.
I put my face in the toilet bowl and breathed deep, taking in the
putrid smell of her poop and pee, I was heaven.  I looked to the
side of the toilet bowl and there were two slices of white bread
on the floor. Oh, thank gawd she thought of everything.  Next to
the pieces of bread were two small condiments of ketchup with
school logo on them and I blushed as I realized that she taken
them from the school cafeteria just for me.
I picked up the slices and placed them on the toilet seat, my
hands shaking with anticipation, my cunt oozing its thick cream.
I carefully tore open one of the condiments and squeezed it onto
one of the slices of bread and then do the same with other.
I stared at that lovely floating turd, trying to figure out how
to scoop it out of the toilet and onto the bread slice.  I
decided to use both hands to scoop it up and let the mixture of
piss and water drip between my fingers before putting it on the
bread slice.  I carefully scooped up the valuable morsel, holding
it delicately in my hands as urine water dripped down between my
fingers.  Then slowly I moved my hands over the slice of bread
and carefully parted them, letting the soft brown turd gently
fall onto the piece of bread, holding my breath as it landed
softly, rolling slightly on the bread.  Perfect! I got the other
slice and lay it on top and then gently picked up the sandwich
and looked at it.  It seemed to be missing something: it seemed
to be too much bread and not enough turd.  I put a little
pressure on both sides and squeezed it carefully flat before
sliding the slices together to even out their precious filling. I
sat back to admire my efforts: now it was perfect, my own
sandwich, filled with my daughter's shit.
I opened my mouth and took a bite of it.  Oh gawd is it
delicious!  A little bit of ketchup and fecal matter dripped down
my lower lip and chin, and I used my fingers to scoop it back
into my mouth, not wanting to waste any of the precious
ingredients. Fuck! I sat back on my heels and savoured the taste.
I slowly chewed with my head back a little and my eyes closed and
felt the soft shit begin to coat my mouth and ooze between my
teeth.  Cunt cream flowed copiously in long, sticky opaque
strands, and if I could have masturbated myself I would right
there, but that damn little Miss Clit Clamp said no and I had to
obey that fucking little Miss Clit Clamp.  Where the fuck did
that come from? I looked down between my legs with my mouth full
of Angie's shit and bread and stared at the clit clamp.  I
realized that that damn thing was ruling my life also.  Fuck was
there no end to indignity of this competition?
I took the next ten minutes to eat my fecal matter sandwich. What
do some people say? When something bad happens you've been given
a slice of a shit sandwich? Well something like that.  For me
this was like the finest meal, and I would take a bite of my
daughter's shit sandwich any day. I ate slowly, allowing myself
to drown in the wonder of what I was doing, running my tongue
through the contents of my mouth and pressing the turd amalgam
against my palate like soft fudge. I wondered for a moment how it
would feel if the shit was warm, how it would feel to hold it in
my mouth direct from Angie's tight little anus....
Afterwards I washed mouth and brushed my teeth; I was almost
sorry to wash away the taste but it has to be done.  I walked
down the hall to the master bedroom and made Bill's bed.  There
on the floor were two thong undies that weren't mine or Angie's.
Must belong to Ida, that fucking bitch! But why was Bill bringing
them home? It dawned on me that he might be fucking her at the
office and is bringing her thongs home as a trophy.  I picked up
both thongs and sniffed the crotch, and smiled to myself: perhaps
that bitch is in heat but who knows.  I didn't so much blame Bill
for fucking her as I did Ida for flaunting her body at him.  I
did have to admit that she was kinda cute and had a curvy body
but still, I blamed her for seducing my husband.
So should I leave them on the floor or put them away somewhere,
like the other day with the pink thong with the white harts? If I
left the thongs on the floor after cleaning the room, would I get
punished for not picking up them up, and if I put them somewhere
in the room where would I put them? If I put them in the room so
that he couldn't find them, he might talk to Angie and Angie
would talk to me and I could get punished for it. I would prefer
to throw them in the trash but I would get punished for that
also. All I kept hearing from my thoughts was punishment,
punishment, punishment.
Maybe, I thought, I should call Angie and ask her because here I
was thinking about the problem and she had said for me not to
think about problems.  Fuck, I'm a grown woman and not a child
it's stupid for me to ask my daughter what to do.  Kathy if you
don't want to call your daughter, then you know what you have to
do if you don't want to be punished. I nodded my head in silent
answer to my thoughts.
I walked over to the dresser, what used to be my dresser, and
opened the top drawer and dropped the thongs in with the other
pink pair from the other day and closed the drawer, but something
was still not right. I opened the drawer and took the thongs out
again. They were dirty, the crotch dry-coated with the whore's
cunt and my bastard husband's spunk; they needed to be washed,
and I thought Angie would agree that would at least be the right
thing to do.
I walked into Angie's room carrying the three thongs and dropped
them on the pile of Angie's and my dirty clothes that I was going
to wash.  I straightened her closet up and put away her other
things in her dresser. After I made the bed I stood there looking
at the night stand.  I put my hands on my hips and looked at the
implements of my shame and humiliation.  I bent over and
straightened Miss Cane and Miss Riding Crop; I folded and
arranged the silk scarf and my ankle ropes;  I put my handcuffs
and the metal ruler next to the Miss Cane. I stepped back: that's
perfect, I thought, Angie will be proud of me.
I gathered the clothes and the thongs and walked down the hallway
to the washing machine, but as I started the laundry, my bowels
rumbled.  Fuck, I have to go outside. I opened the back door and
listened to hear if any neighbors were out in their backyards. 
Coast was clear.  I walked over to the side of yard and squatted
down.  I looked towards the porch and notice a camera mounted
just under the ledge of the roof.  Yep, she's watching me out
here.
I grunted and pushed and felt a solid log begin to ease its way
out of my stretched anus when suddenly I heard my next door
neighbor walk out his back door.  Oh Shit! The fence was eight
feet tall for privacy but I wondered if he heard me grunting.  I
pushed some more trying not to make any noises, and the turd slid
further out, hanging obscenely just above the ground.
"Hey Kathy is that you?"
Fuck me! There I was naked and pooping in the backyard.  "Hey
John," I replied, trying to sound casual as I bite my lip and
push some more.  I try to push the turd out but it was still only
halfway out my anus and just hanging there. Come on, damn it!
"How are you Kathy?" John asked.
I couldn't tell what he was doing next door.  "Um, I'm fine,
John," I almost grunt.
"Are you okay?"
"Um, yes, I'm okay," I respond as finally my poop plops out on
the grass.
"It sounds like you're a little distracted."
"No, no, I'm okay, just putting some nutrients back in the soil,"
I reply as I scurry back into the house.
"Well, okay, let me know if you need any help."
Fuck that was close.   I almost grabbed a cup from the cabinet
but caught myself.  Instead, I got on my hands and knees and
slurped water out of the bowl.  That tasted good.  I moved over
and ate some of the dry puppy food and then picked up a dog treat
from beside the dish with my teeth.  Since I couldn't use my
hands to hold the treat I crawled on my hands and knees into the
living room and kind of lay on the floor and bit into it.  I
leaned over and turned on the TV.
An hour later I heard the washing machine buzzer go off.  I got
up off the floor and headed upstairs and put the things into the
dryer.  I thought about practice today and the visit to the vet.
I wondered how that was going to work? I sat in the hallway in
front of the dryer and fretted about the dog cages and the vet
visit.  Nothing good was gonna come of this today.
I got up and went to the back door and listened for my neighbor
but I couldn't hear him or see him so I got a cloth baggie to
pick up my poop in the yard.  I looked at my recent poops and was
a little disgusted because now my poop almost looked like a dog's
poop, like a tootsie roll with creases.  I walked over towards
the hole in the fence and saw a different kind of poop:  a pile
of poop that was not mine.  It's got to be that fucking Great
Dane, what the fuck is he coming in here and pooping in my yard,
fucker! I scooped his poop up with my spoon and put it the cloth
bag.
After the dryer was done I pulled out the clothes and walked down
the hallway and pull out the ironing board.  I ironed Angie's
clothes and put them neatly on hangers and hung them in her
closet. I look at my clothes, my t-shirts and shorts and wondered
if I should iron them.  Would it make any difference if I did? I
mean they'll just be thrown on the floor anyway.  I tossed my
clothes on the floor and walked back to the ironing board and
looked at Ida Fucking Carter's thong panties.  Should I iron them
or not? I've gone this far might as well finish the job.  I
neatly iron the little triangle on the front of the thongs and
for a moment fantasise about pressing the iron against her mound,
listening to the delicious crackle of her pubes. I folded them
carefully and walked into the master bedroom and opened the top
dresser drawer.
You don't have to do this you know, I said to myself. Punishment,
I replied. I lay the thong panties neatly in the drawer and
closed it, just hoping that I had done the right thing.
A couple of hours later I had t-shirt, shorts and shoes on and my
uniform in the gym bag ready to go to practice. I looked in the
mirror and gasped at how whorish I looked: my nipples showed
through my t-shirt, and my shorts were so tight they outlined my
cunt lips for everyone to see.  I headed for the front door but
stopped; Angie did say for me to use the back door from now on
but she didn't say anything about walking out the front door.  I
hesitated.  Should I or shouldn't I? No, I didn't want to be
punished for the wrong choice. I should call Angie and ask her.
No, I don't need to call her I'm and adult. I turned around and
walk-out the back door and around the yard.
I heard whistling as I walked around the side of the house and
saw John standing out front of his house watering the grass. 
"Damn Kathy, where's the party?"
"Hi, John," replied as I walked past him, trying not to think of
the view of my ass that he would be able to see.  I opened car
door and throw my things in.
I drove into the parking lot of the church to find Barb and
Maggie already there.  Cindy and Mary were right behind me.  We
noticed a white moving van over on the side of the church offices
and my pulse rate increased a little knowing what's probably in
there.
Coach Wagner pulled up in her hydrogen SUV and I couldn't help
but raise my eyebrows: that cost a ton of money, I thought, I
wonder how she earned that?  Anyway, she got out and clapped her
hands.  "Inside pets, let's go!" she yelled out as she grabbed
her brief case.
We all cringed when she yelled that.  "Did she have to say that?"
asked Barb.
"She can do whatever she wants, she's the coach," Cindy replied
as we walked into the church conference room.
Coach Wagner came in after us.  "Undress pets, we have a long
practice ahead of us today."
We dropped our bags on the bench and took our clothes off.  How
easy that was coming now, to undress in front of each other.
Three weeks ago, we would have complained, refused, but
now........
The coach walked down the length of the bench pushing our clothes
and bags off it onto the floor.  "This bench is to be used by
your mistresses and for any punishments that need to be
administered.  It is not to be used by you to put your stuff."
We shuffled our feet and looked at the ground.
"Line-up, straight line here in front of me," Coach Wagner
ordered us. "Good, now I understand from your mistress that two
of you are having problems accepting their authority," the coach
said as she looked at Foofu and Cricket.  Barb and Maggie blushed
and averted the gaze of the coach.  "Eyes straight ahead pets."
The coach clasped her hands behind her back and walked back and
forth in front of us, prolonging the tension.
"I would punish you myself but I can't as that is left to your
mistresses to carry-out. I can only punish you for the most
grievous of infractions like cumming with your clit clamp on. So
you pets questioning your mistresses is not a grievous
infraction. Your training will be getting more difficult. Your
desire to please your mistress will of the utmost importance. She
will need your obedience at all times."
We look at the coach wondering where this was going.
"Yes, pets, the idea here is that you all have an interest in
helping each other out. You have an interest in making sure your
fellow pets are pleasing your mistress and that each of you is
encouraging the others to be obedient and compliant with your
Mistress's commands. You can nurture and support each other when
you are together as a group as you accept the authority, control
and decisions of your mistresses.  Punishments, pets, take away
from practice time, time we don't have much of."
Mary raised her hand.  "Yes, Dinky Pooh?"
"What do you mean by nurture and support each other?"
"Nurture and support means physical and verbal encouragement of
each other."
We shuffled our feet again but we still look forward.  Physical
nurturing? Verbal encouragement?
"I'll let you pets figure that out," the coach said as she walked
in front of us.  "Now, warm-up time before your daughter's get
here. Stand facing the wall over there and get your bells on."
Oh fuck!
"Hurry pets, we don't have all fucking day!" the coach said as
she slapped my ass cheek and the ass cheek of Mary.  We quickly
found our little bells and attached them to our collars.  I faced
the wall.
"Nose touching the wall pets, legs shoulder length apart. Very
good!" The coach said.  She stood between me and Mary. I felt her
left index finger run down the crack of my ass and her fingers
part my ass cheeks.  I think she was doing the same to Mary.
"What are you Baby Girl?" Coach Wagner almost whispered.
"A pet," I breathed back.
"Who is your mistress?" she asked as she massaged my anus.
"My daughter, Angie." She pushed her finger inside me and I
almost melted as she massaged the inside of my sphincter.
"And what is your duty to her?" I could hear lust in her voice,
and the fragrance of cunt surrounded me. She pushed her finger
deeper, fucking my brown hole gently.
"To obey her," I whispered, barely able to speak.
She withdrew her finger slowly and then moved on to Mary. She
continued down the line, asking the same questions, her voice
dripping with lust, and amid gasps and moans of pleasure,
whispered voices answered her. Yet again, my flooding cunt
betrayed me, leaving its warm sticky cream on the inside of my
thighs.
When she reached the end of the line, the coach stepped back and,
without a word, left us there and walked out of the room.  But we
didn't speak to each other, we knew automatically now that that
would have been bad, so we stood there in silence, each of us
consumed by our arousal. I began to understand now what she meant
by "physical support: if we were allowed at that moment, we would
have fucking "physically supported" each other until we screamed!

We heard a racket coming from down the hallway.  It sounded like
somebody was rolling something down the hallway.  The noise got
closer and soon it was in the room with us.
"Are those the pets?" young sounding male voice asked.
"Yes, now run along boys," the coach replied.
"Cool," the boy said. "So the news reports from last week were
right."
We could hear the girls coming down the hallway now.  They were
laughing and giggling .
"Oh, cool!"
We could hear the girls put their things on the bench.  "Over
here mistresses and I'll show you the cages and how it works,"
the coach said.  "Okay, as you can see it is a metal cage with a
wooden floor board with wheels.  It is easily mobile," she said
as we heard her push one.
"Cool," was all the girls said.
"Your pet enters from rear of the cage. Open the cage here and
she slips in putting her arms here and here and her legs here and
here.  There is an opening here where she sticks her head out of
the cage.  Now she is on her hands and knees in this cage which
is form fitting.  When your pet is inside the cage she can't move
or wiggle around.  Any punishment that needs to be administered
can easily be done when you open the rear of the cage exposing
her buttocks."
"How do we move the cage?" Megan's voice asked.
"You attach her leash here and pull it behind you."
"Ah, coach that requires us to do physical activity," Angie said.
"Yeah, I don't want to physically stress myself," Stacey added.
"Mistresses," the coach tried to say.
"Yeah coach, a mistress must never show herself to be physically
stressed," Zoe chimed in.
"I see you girls have been reading up on how to be a mistress,"
the coach said. "There's no more effort in pulling these cages as
there is in walking your pets.  In fact, it's easier to move her
this way."
"Well, okay, coach, if you say so," little Karen said.
"Pets, get your money and bring it to me," the coach ordered.
We all turned away from the wall getting our first look at our
cages: a gray metal cage on wheels and it looked form fitting.
"Come on, pets, you can gawk later at your cages," the coach
commanded, snapping her fingers.
I quickly found my bag on the floor and got my money out. I
walked over to the coach counting out forty dollars and handing
it to her.  The other mother's did the same.
"Now, hand ten dollars over to your mistresses so they can pay
for registration at the vet clinic," the coach ordered.
Angie was smiling holding her hand out.  I put ten dollars in her
hand.
"Uniforms on!" yelled Megan.
The girls were milling around the cages touching them and opening
the rear door of the cage.  In no time we were on our hands and
knees waiting for our mistresses.
"Let's get your pets to the clinic, mistresses. Get them into
their cages," the coach said clapping her hands.
Angie called me over and I went kind of slowly looking at the
cage she was standing next to. Fuck here it is.  Angie was
smiling as she held open the rear of the cage for me.
"Come on, Baby Girl, let's go," she encouraged.  The other
mistresses were doing the same thing.
I gulped as I crawled up the rear of the cage.  "In you go Baby
Girl!"
Fuck me! I put my left arm in first then my right and very
carefully moved forward while Angie held the cage still for me. 
Then very carefully moved my left leg into place and then pulled
in my right leg.  Here I was on all fours inside a dog cage with
my head sticking out the front.  I heard the rear of the cage
click shut.  I burned with shame as Angie came around the front
of the cage.
"Perfect Baby Girl, you look beautiful in your cage," she smiled
as she attached the leash just above my head.
The other's were ready also.  "Leave your stuff here mistresses,
we will be coming back," the coach said as she walked to the
door.
Fuck I don't want anybody to see me in this damn thing.  I hope
they don't take through town like this.
"Coach, how about muzzles? I mean our dogs are in the cages and
don't dogs in cages have muzzles on?" asked Megan.
"Yes, Mistress Megan, dogs should wear muzzles and as part of our
vet visit today we get complementary muzzles. Okay, pull your
cages down the hallway to the waiting at the exit door."
Ten minutes later as the lift at the rear of truck moved Cindy's
and Barb's cages up we were ready to go. The girls secured the
wheels of the cage so we didn't move around then the girls jumped
down from the back of the truck. The coach pulled down the back
door and locked it. Twenty minutes or so later we stopped.  The
rear door was rolled up and the girls climbed into the truck.  We
were wheeled in the back door of a building.
I could hear barking down the hallway.  Oh fuck, it is really
happening.
"Put the bitches in the room with the other dogs but leave them
in the cages," a female voice yelled out from another room.
Angie pulled me into the room full of dogs which immediately went
quiet as we were wheeled in.  The girls lined us up against with
our heads facing the dogs. The girls walked out and closed the
door behind them.  I looked around, no fucking way! I thought to
myself as those damn mouth pieces prevented me from talking, but
I saw him, and the others saw him to: that fucking Great Dane.
That large red-veined cock of his was drooping beneath his loins,
and his two enormous balls swung as he moved. He looked at the
others then at me and I damn near crapped.  My heart rate went up
and I was clearly nervous as were the others.  The Dane and the
other males who were smaller Great Danes, sniffed the air.  I
think they smelled our essence.
The Dane looked around the room and saw the three dogs against
the wall each had their ears back and their tails tucked under
them clearly nervous or uncomfortable about something. He walked
over to the wall and leaned over and took one of the dogs in his
massive jaws and pulled it away from the wall.  The dog whined
but it clearly wasn't hurt with its neck in the Dane's mouth.
As the Dane pulled the dog out I could see its cock immediately
stiffen so that it was sticking straight out under its belly. I
had never seen something like that before, and it attracted my
eyes like a magnet.  The smaller dog whined again.  I knew then
that the smaller dog was a female and was about to get raped. 
The Dane swung himself around the back of the female but the
female wouldn't raise her rear-end.  The Dane gently shook the
female's neck and the female whined again.  The Dane shook her
neck harder and slowly her rear-end came up.  He poked her rear
several times then shook her neck again and the female went
still. It was then that the Dane found its mark. He jammed his
cock into her cunt. The female whined but the Dane looked over at
me, his tongue hanging out wagging back and forth as he pounded
the poor female into submission, his slobber dropping down on her
head. Why did he look at me? I thought with dread. Did he know I
lived next door, or could he smell my aroused cunt?
Fucking rapist I thought.  The other smaller Danes backed away
from him, especially the other two females.
The door opened and in walked a woman in a white smock that was
form fitting.  I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra as her
nipples were poking out from the smock.  The length of the smock
came to mid-thigh and she was wearing black six inch stiletto
heels.
"Hello, bitches," she smiled as she shut the door behind her.
I didn't know if she was talking to us or the other two female
dogs. In her left hand she what looked like a biscuit or dog
treat that was half eaten. That's strange.
"Hey Tommy!" she said as she walked up to the Dane and scratched
him behind the ears.  The Dane stopped pumping the female under
him and looked up at the woman like he had doing something wrong.
 "Don't let me stop you Tommy," the woman giggled. "Tarl's been a
bad bitch and deserves to be raped along with those two."
"Bark, bark!" the Dane responded as he went back to pumping his
cock in and out the female dog.
She crouched down close to his pistoning prick and cupped his
swinging balls.  "Yes, Tommy, you fuck that big fat massive cock
of yours right up her bitch cunt!" Then she stood up and looked
at us in our cages against the wall.
"I'm Doctor Shepard, the director of the Young Veterinarians
Society and I run this clinic," she said as she walked along our
cages She took a bite of the biscuit.  She had perfectly coifed
blonde hair, beautiful skin on her legs and face and arms and was
a little bit tan and if I had to guess her age she was
mid-forties at the most.
But I also notice something on her left hand, her ring finger. 
What did I just see? I look up from her left hand and back again.
 Fuck me! She had a ring on her ring finger with a small icon of
what looked like a Shepard dog.
"Today you ladies will go through a complete animal check-up. 
You will be in the capable hands of ten teenage girls who are
working towards their Veterinarian's certificate. The information
they gather on you will be entered in the Cherish Valley animal
control database and then embedded on a chip that will be
implanted behind your right ear.  But don't worry ladies the
implanting of the chip doesn't hurt. I know because I have one,"
she smiled as she fluffed her hair back from her right ear.
A Chip? Oh fuck no! Please gawd no.  Tell me this isn't
happening.
Dr Shepard turned around as the female dog whined and Tommy
growled at her and grabbed her neck again in his jaws and shook
her head back and forth.  The female dog stopped her whining and
Tommy let go of her neck.
"You see that ladies? Tommy is the epitome of a dominant male
animal who knows how to control his environment.  He satisfies
his urges first," she explained as she squatted down next to the
Dane near his massive head.  Dr Shepard opened her mouth and
Tommy leaned over a little and stuck his long tongue into her
mouth.  The doctor closed her mouth and sucked on his tongue all
the while his loins were pushing his cock in and out of the
female beneath him.
The doctor continued, "Tommy here measures in at a massive 42.2
inches from the floor to his neck," she looked over at us.  "He
will tower over you ladies." She went back to rubbing Tommy's
massive head.  "The average Dane usually reaches a height between
32 and 35 inches and weighs in between 100 -150 pounds but Tommy
here weighs in at 210 pounds.  A lot bitches have difficulty
holding him up as he pumps their bitch cunts." She paused and
scratched behind his ear.  "Tommy is two years-old and will live
probably for fifteen years which is above average for Danes. His
cock as you can see is massive in length and girth.  It is ten
inches long and two inches in diameter and when fully extended
and hard it weighs one pound." The doctor looked over at us in
our cages with lust in her eyes. "He is the perfect specimen of a
male dog. And believe me, you haven't lived until you feel that
massive prick pumping his seed into you."
Fuck that's not a dog, that's a fucking monster.
"A dog's cock will continually spurt its semen and sperm
throughout the mating procedure.  Unlike a human cock that may
spurt its sperm three or four times then goes limp a dog's cock
will keep on spurting and won't go limp." She paused and looked
at us significantly. "You see ladies, his primary objective is to
breed you." She giggled and turned her attention towards the dog.
"It is the most wonderful feeling," she added.
What the fuck? I'm sure the others were thinking the same thing.
The doctor walked over to the three other Danes who were sitting
patiently on the other side of the room and scratched their
heads.  "Don't worry boys, as soon as your Daddy is finished with
this bitch, you can have your turn with her." The three dogs
wagged their tails.
The doctor reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of
paper and a marker.  "I have your names here as given to me by
your lovely daughters. Bark when I call your name and I will
write it on your cage. Peaches?"
"Arf!"
"Very good Peaches," the doctor said as she wrote the name on
Cindy's cage.
"Foofu?"
"Arf!"
"Okay, Foofu, you can do a little better than that," the doctor
admonished her as she wrote on Barb's cage.
"Baby Girl?"
"ARF!" I forced my out.
"Nice, Baby Girl," the doctor said as she wrote my name on the
cage.
"Cricket?"
"ARF!"
"Good girl, Cricket," the doctor responded as she wrote on
Maggie's cage.
"And you must be Dinky Pooh."
"Arf!"
"You can do better than that Dinky Pooh," the doctor said writing
on Mary's cage. "Your daughters have given us your details," the
doctor stated as she walked for the door. "The girls will be here
in shortly." She was about to walk out the door when she turned
and said, "Bark, Bark!"
The three Danes who were sitting stood up and barked back as well
as Tommy who had what looked like a smile on his face. The doctor
had a pretty good bark I must admit.
After the door was closed we turned our attention turned to
Tommy. He stopped pumping the female dog under him and pulled his
cock out.  I saw it spurt clear liquid several times and jerk up
and down when it did.  The Dane walked over to the other two
females and grabbed one by the neck and pulled it out into the
room.  He mounted her the same way as the first female.  As soon
as the Dane mounted the second female the three males rushed the
first female fighting over her.  Tarl was cowering in the middle
of the three dogs.  One of the Danes beat the other two males for
the right to get sloppy seconds. That Dane on top of Tarl nipped
at her neck each time he thrust his cock into her. The other two
males circled around him waiting their turn.
It must have been horrible being those female dogs knowing that
they were going to be abused and raped.  Knowing there was
nothing they could do to stop it.  Horrible, and ..... arousing.
After five minutes or so the Tommy pulled out of the second
female his cock still spurting white liquid and walked over to
the third female.  The Dane growled at her and female whined. 
The Dane growled again and the dog got up and slowly walked away
from the wall.  Tommy pounced on her, wrapping his massive jaws
around her neck and pulling her under him.  A couple of quick
stabs and his cock found its mark.  The female whined but the
Dane shook her head a couple of times to quiet her.
The two smaller Danes quickly pounced on the second female.  The
Dane that won out got his sloppy seconds.
I was disgusted by the scene in front of me the rape, the abuse,
the cowering female dogs.  How could any dog lover let that
happen? But I was wet between my legs, very wet.  I wonder if the
others were as wet as I was?
Just then the door opened.  "That ladies that was the power of
the male dog on display for you, the raw energy, the pure
selfishness of the male animal," the doctor smiled as she walked
in. Behind her were the girls she had talked about.
Fuck me! They wore the same white smock as the doctor that came
mid-thigh on them and the same type of high heels but only four
inches in height.  They had blonde hair, perfect looking skin and
if I looked closely enough, perfect teeth like the doctor.
The dogs were still fucking the females but the doctor and the
girls ignored them. "Girls find your bitches, attach the leashes
to the cages and take them to the exam room," the doctor
instructed.
Two perfectly gorgeous teenagers came over to me.  Cheryl and
Susi the name tags on their smocks indicated.  Both had the
number "17" next to their name. I wondered if that was their age.

"These girls have attained the second highest level of
veterinarian training.  As I said, they will earn their
certificates today which will allow them to work in the
veterinarian field.  These girls will one day be like me, a
caring, gentle and nurturing doctor to male dogs."
Without saying a word Cheryl and Susi pulled my cage out of the
room and down the hallway and into the lab.  Susi undid the rear
door of my cage and coaxed me out.
"Come on Baby Girl," she spoke baby talk to me as I worked my way
of the cage.  Once I was out Cheryl quickly attached my leash to
my collar.
"This way Baby Girl, up on the table come on," Cheryl coaxed me.
There were steps leading up to the exam table.  With total shame
and embarrassment I crawl up the stairs to the cold metal table.
Once on the table Susi quickly secured my wrists to the table
handcuffs and then expertly ran a strap between my thighs and
lower legs and secured it to the table.  I couldn't move even if
I wanted to.  Cheryl stood up on the chair in front of the exam
table and reached up to a bar above me.
As she reached up, her smock rode up revealing the most lovely
sight before my eyes.  She wasn't wearing panties.  Oh my gawd, I
couldn't tear my eyes away.  The perfect cunt, so smooth and
hairless. I didn't even notice when she secured my leash to the
bar.  With my mouth pieces still in I slobbered down my lower
chin onto the table.
After we were secured I heard clicking noises coming down the
hallway towards us. I turn my head slightly catching sight of
five male dogs entering the exam room.  Oh no, no fuck, no I
scream to myself.  One of the girls yells, "UP!"
Tommy, the Dane, quickly jumps up on the exam table to my left. 
I look at him, his cock hanging down between his loins, still
glistening with dog slime.  It was shiny and still dripping. 
Tommy was looking at me like he had a smile on his face.  The
thing about his exam table and the table that I'm on was his is
padded.
The doctor closed the exam room door.  "We have found that having
a male dog in the exam room when we are examining bitches
produces stimuli in the female that makes it easier to test her
and get correct matching results."
What the fuck? What matching results?
Cheryl also secured Tommy with a leash to the overhead bar like
me.  Susi saw that I was looking at the exam table that Tommy was
on and said, "Yes, Baby Girl we like to pamper our male
clientele."

"Okay, Baby Girl, time to take your temperature," Cheryl said as
she jammed a cold piece of glass tube into my rectum.  I yipped.
"That's okay girl, the gauge will warm-up with your body heat in
no time."
Susi came around to the front of me and stuck her left hand in my
mouth running her fingers around my teeth and gums and my tongue.
 "Five on the cheek and gums, stick your tongue out Baby Girl."
I did.
"About one inch on the tongue length outside her mouth," Susi
announced.
Cheryl came around with a tablet and was running her fingers over
it entering the information.
Then Susi stuck a fat tube down my throat and I gagged.  "Gag
reflex is a three, not too good," she said with a frown. "I have
a gag reflex of five and so does Cheryl," she smiled at me.
Well, la-de-da I thought but I wondered what she meant by that.
Cheryl pulled the temperature gage out of my anus, "98.6
degrees," she announced. "Excellent temperature for a bitch."
Susi checked my ears and nose with a hand-held gage and made
notes on the pad.
"Okay, let's get some juice," Cheryl announced.
Doctor Shepard was walking around the room.  "Make sure you mix
and match the juices, girls," she said.
"We don't use an adult female speculum Baby Girl as we found that
hurts the bitch too much.  We prefer to use our fingers.  Also,
we are going to stick this thin gage into your vagina and uterus
and collect some of your juices way at the back," Cheryl said
showing me the thing.
Susi and Cheryl walked around behind me.  Then I felt strong
expert feeling fingers prying at my cunt lips. "Careful of the
clitty clamp there," Cheryl said with a smile in her voice.
"OK," said Susi, "I'm going to check the odour first." I became
aware of warm breath on my crotch and heard the sound of a deep
inhalation through the nose. "Mmmmm," Susi said, "very nice, rich
and full of pheromones." She giggled. "Fuck this is one wet
bitch!"
Doctor Shepard walked over to the girls.  "Very good, Susi, now
reach in and pull her apart."
The next thing I knew I felt my cunt open up.  "Okay, Cheryl, put
it in," Susi said.
I feel the thin tube insert into me, way into me, and it kept
going into me. "Just about there, Baby Girl," Cheryl soothed as I
moved my hips back and forth in response to the tube deep inside
me.
Then I felt a tickly motion deep inside me.  "Got some," Cheryl
said.  "You are very wet Baby Girl which makes this easy.  I
wonder what gets you excited?"
I would have told her that her fingers got me excited, that
having a tube slid into my cunt made me tingle, that is if I
didn't have fucking slobber dripping down my lip.
I looked over at the Dane on the table beside me.  It looked like
to me he was still smiling and panting heavy, his cock kind of
jerking up and down but it wasn't hard like before.
Slowly the thin tube was pulled out of me.  "What she look like
girls?" Doctor Shepard asked Cheryl and Susi.
"She's like you Doctor Shepard, about a five I would say.  She is
very wet and wide open."
"Make a note of it in her record," Doctor Shepard instructed.
When the tube came, the girls came around in front of me,
retrieving a petri dish and squeezing my juices into it.
Cheryl walked over to Tommy and ran her fingers along the length
of his cock getting his slime over her fingers.  Then she took a
q-tip and rolled the slime onto it.   As the girls were doing
this, one of the girls working on Barb at another table to my
left accidentally bumped the Dane's table into mine.  Fuck now we
were side by side on our exam tables.  That fucking Dane sniffed
the air as he looked at me.  Cheryl and Susi didn't seem to
notice as they walked across room to a microscope that was
projected up on the wall.
Cheryl swished the q-tip into the petri dish that had my juices
in it and I watched as the girls put the dish under the
microscope.  They whistled as they watched the screen on the
wall.
"Doctor Shepard?"
"Yes, Cheryl?"
"Take a look at this?"
Doctor Shepard whistled also.  What the fuck is everybody
whistling at?
"Her juices aren't rejecting his sperm," Susi said.
"Compatible?" asked Cheryl.
What is compatible I wanted to yell out. What the fuck are they
talking about?
"I would say so," Doctor Shepard agreed. "Look at his sperm
attack her enzyme juices just like a typical male dog."
Doctor Shepard turned around and looked at the Dane.  "You have
very naughty sperm, Tommy!" she giggled.
"Ready for the skin test?" Susi turned around looking me.  I
couldn't answer of course but if I did I would ask what the fuck
is a skin test.
Cheryl picked up a laser looking device from the small table in
front of me.
"We are going to remove any moles and blemishes from your skin,
Baby Girl.  Your daughter wants your skin to have a healthy and
vibrant glow like ours.  After we remove any moles and blemishes
we will inject you with a liquid that gives your skin tone a
yellow color for the type of dog breed you are."
I gulped. Shit!
The girls started in on my scalp, then face, neck and behind my
ears.  I felt little tickles as the laser gun removed whatever
they were looking at.  Then they started on my chest.
"Sit!" Cheryl said.
The girls giggled as the Dane sat down on his legs and I sat up
and back on my feet my neck straining at the leash tied above me.
I turned a couple shades of red as the girls giggled.
"That's so cute!" Susi said as she took hold of my breasts and
squeezed them looking for moles and blemishes.
For what seemed an unnecessary length of time, the two of them
moved my tits this way and that way and pulled my nipples,
squeezing them, rolling them between my fingers.  I grunted a
couple times as Cheryl used the laser around my left nipple and
then they moved onto my stomach and crotch.  The girls moved
around behind me and spread my ass cheeks.
"Let's get the ointment," Cheryl said.
Soon I felt a cold gel being rubbed around my cunt and ass. "This
gel will prevent your pubic hair from growing Baby Girl. This
will make less work for your mistress in keeping you well
groomed," Susi told me. The gel felt cold at first then was warm
and soon my skin absorbed it. "All done with that," Susi
announced.
"Stay!" Cheryl said as she walked around me.
I went down on all fours and that damn Dane stood up.  He wasn't
a dog but fucking horse! Both girls giggled again and I blushed
red.
I felt tickles around my anus and down the side of my cunt.  Once
more this seemed to take a long time, and I felt fingers opening
and invading me; for some reason they had to spend a lot of time
examining my labia and clit. I tried to jump a couple of times as
I was zapped but the restraints held me in place.  Finally the
girls moved onto my legs and feet.
"Very good, Baby Girl," Susi smiled as she picked up a syringe
from the small table in front of me.  She held the syringe up and
pushed the bottom of it.  A little bit of juice came out the top
needle and she smiled at me.
"This won't hurt a bit, just a little prick behind your right
ear."
I could feel the juice enter into me.  It was like a cold liquid
at first then I got all warm and fuzzy for about fifteen seconds
then was back to normal.
"All done with that. You're such a good girl," Susi smiled at me
as she patted my head.
"Let's enter the information for her tag and chip," Cheryl said.
"Name?"
"Baby Girl," Susi replied.
Cheryl typed it in.  "Breed?"
"Yellow Retriever."
"Height?"
"Five feet, nine inches," Susi said.
"Weight?"
"133 pounds even."
"Age?"
"Forty years five months."
"Bust size?"
"38 inches short which is a 38C I believe," Susi replied.
"Address?"
"Over in Intercourse on Maplewood Drive."
"Owner?
"Angie Woods, twelve years-old."
"Good, now let me input the information on the chip." She quickly
tapped some keys in front of her and pressed a button on the
scanner. "There we go, now it's ready to be inserted," she said,
picking up the chip.
"Don't worry Baby Girl, Doctor Shepard has one of these too and
next year Susi and I are eligible for one.  All female bitches
that come through here are tagged liked her and now all of you."
The youngster smiled at me holding the chip in front of me.  "But
we don't tag male dogs.  We're only interested in keeping track
of the bitches especially when there're ovulating."
I just looked at the teen like she was crazy.
Cheryl put the small chip on the end of an air gun looking device
as Susi cleaned my skin with rubbing alcohol just behind my right
ear.
"You see it never fails. When we bring male dogs into the exam
room the females always have an excited chemical reaction within
their body.  Whether you know it or not or whether you believe it
or not, you were excited when Tommy jumped up on the table beside
you.  We know that because your cunt juices gave you away."
Bullshit I thought to myself: there was no denying that I was wet
but I don't think it was because of the fucking Dane!
"If given a chance during your ovulation period, your eggs, if
given the proper stimulus by say somebody like Tommy will try and
mate with his sperm.  But don't worry Baby Girl nobody has come
up with a medical way to combine the human egg with a dog sperm."
"Yet," added Susi.
The hell you say!
"So if I were you I would stay clear of Tommy here," the girl
giggled.
[POW] went the air gun and I felt a slight tickle behind my right
ear.
Doctor Shepard came over to me.  "Angie has paid your ten dollar
fee so as of now she is your owner but more importantly you can
now compete in the puppy competition," she smiled.
The others were finishing up also.  They had their juices check
against the dog sperm of the dog on the exam table next to them
but none of theirs were compatible like mine for some reason.
"Okay Baby Girl, off the table, come on!" Cheryl said in
baby-like voice.  Susi had unclipped my wrists and ankles and
Cheryl had climbed the chair again.  I got a quick look at the
lovely little teen cunt of hers.  I licked my lower lip as I
stared at it for ten seconds.
"Into your cage, come girl," coaxed Susi as I got off the table.
The Dane and the other male dogs were whining by now.  Once I got
into the cage Cheryl walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a
handful of flat plastic pieces.
The teens pulled us down the hallway back to the room where Angie
and the other girls were waiting for us, as was Coach Wagner.  I
could hear the male dogs were whining as they followed us and an
image of the Dane's pumping cock came into my mind.
Doctor Shepard walked over the team and handed them the flat
plastic pieces. She folded one of the pieces into a cone and
handed it Angie. "This cone should be fitted around their necks
when you take them out their cages.  This is so they won't
scratch behind their right ear at for an hour or so. We embedded
their locator chip behind their right ear but one of the side
effects is that it itches for a while.  So that it won't get
infected please have them wear these protectors."
The team was smiling as they folded the pieces of plastic into
cones.
"Come team, let's get our dogs back to the church for practice!"
Coach yelled as she clapped her hands together.
I was embarrassed, turning several shades of red, as were the
other mothers, as the girls played with cones.
We were loaded back on the moving truck and returned to the
church.
"Okay mistresses, get your dogs out of the cages and the cones
around their necks.  Let's get practice started."
As I backed out of the cage I could smell something.  I shook my
head to try to clear my nose of the smell, but it was like, all
of a sudden, my nostrils had opened up and a flood of smells
invaded my nose. I looked over at the others and could tell they
too are experiencing the same thing. The coach walked by me as I
was in the sit position and her smell, her essence, wafted into
my nose.  Fuck! That is a lovely smell, I thought as I followed
her with my eyes.
Angie walked up and stood over me.  "Hold still Baby Girl while I
fit this around your neck."
I shrank back not wanting the thing on me.  "Baby Girl!" Angie
said firmly. "Stay!"
Angie wrapped the cone around my neck and fastened it with the
Velcro strap.  "Good girl!"
My neck itched so out of habit I lifted my right arm but I
couldn't get it past the cone or fit my hand between my neck and
the plastic.  Fuck, this damn thing will drive me nuts.  I can
see why dogs don't want to wear it.
As Angie stood in front of me I sniff the air.  That fragrance is
wonderful.  I lean closer to her legs and sniff again and realize
that it is Angie's fragrance from between her legs.  I sit back
on my heels.  Angie hadn't seen me doing that.  I look over at
the others and their sniffing the air too.
"Okay, practice the bitch walk again.  Mistresses, I know the
cones will make your dogs a little clumsy but that's no excuse
not to correct them," the coach yelled out as she clapped her
hands.
Angie snapped the leash on my collar and again the delicious
scent of fresh pre-teen cunt wafted over me. I could smell my own
clearly as well, a different shade of smell, richer, more pungent
and musty, but also strangely enticing.  For the next twenty
minutes we walked around the room, our backs straight as we
lifted one arm, letting our wrist go slack, then putting it on
the ground and doing the same with our other arm.  Every now and
then Angie would jerk on my leash.  I found it difficult not to
smell her as she walked beside me, not to mention Foofu in front
of me.  I could smell her musky scent and what freaked me out I
could make out Zoe's fragrance as she walked beside her mom. It
was hard to concentrate: I felt as if I was surrounded by
different shades and colours, like a rainbow of cunt, powerful,
mesmerising, delicious.
"Next mistresses, take your dogs across the hall to the meeting
room," the coach announced.
Angie walked me out the door and across the hall.  I turned my
head to the right to look down the hallway and Angie jerked my
leash.  "Eyes straight ahead Baby Girl."
We lined up in the room and looked at the chairs and tables that
were kind of set-up in and obstacle course.  The coach stood in
front of us holding blindfolds and short looking cattle prod
thingies.
"Girls, your dog is going to negotiate this obstacle course." 
Somebody had taped arrows on the floor showing the way.  "It
doesn't matter if your bitch sees the arrows or not because she
will wear this blindfold.  You will manoeuvre her around the
course with this low voltage cattle prod.  It's not okay that
your bitch yelps or makes a sound when you zap her.  If she does
then after the course is finished her punishment will be one zap
on each nipple for each yelp or sound she makes.  Dogs, you must
be quiet as your daughter works you around the course. The judges
will award points for your obedience to your mistress."
Fuck me! Gawd damn it.  I don't like this.  I look at Barb and
she has a brave look on her face but I know she can cave in at
any moment.
"To turn your dog right, zap her on her right ass cheek.  To turn
the left, zap her on her left ass cheek.  If you want her to stop
use both ends of the cattle prod to zap both her ass cheeks at
the same time."
The girls were smiling and nodding their heads.  This damn cone
was getting a little heavy around my neck.  The strange thing is
that the smells have gone away.  That's weird.
Coach Wagner handed out the blindfolds and cattle prods.  My
heart was beating fast as Angie secured my blindfold.  I don't
want to mess up and make a noise.
"When you are ready mistresses just zap her anywhere on her
body," the coach instructed.
[ZAP] Fuck! That hurt! I almost let out scream but the rubber
pieces in my mouth prevented me.  I moved forward. [ZAP] on my
right cheek, I jumped, then [ZAP] on my left cheek.  My cone hit
something which prevented me from moving forward.
"Damn it, Baby Girl!" Angie said. [ZAP] on both my cheeks.  I
yelped. Oh fuck! I hear other yelps from the other mothers.  Some
more cones crashed into chairs or tables and more curses from the
girls.
After what seemed like an hour of being zapped on my ass cheeks
we were stopped.
"Sit," Angie ordered me.
"Leave the blindfolds on the bitches," the coach said.  I could
hear her walking back and forth in front of us.  "You can zap one
or both nipples the number of times your bitch made a sound. You
may start when you're ready."
I was in the sit position with my wrists tucked under my breasts,
my tongue hanging out of mouth as my slobber dripped down onto
the cone which in turn dripped onto my breasts as I waited for my
daughter to zap my nipples with her cattle prod.  What a fucking
sight I must've been.
"No noise, Baby Girl," instructed Angie.
[ZAP] I tried to grit my teeth but couldn't so I raised myself a
little with the sting on my left nipple.  Fuck! I waited.  What
was Angie waiting for? Hell I had at least a dozen zaps coming.
Waiting, waiting, [ZAP] on my right nipple. Fuck me! I shirked
back a little almost going to whine.  Waiting again. I heard
popping noises which the noise the cattle prod makes when it
touches skin.  The other mother's were getting zapped too.
Waiting, waiting, [ZAP] Fuck! Come on, gawd damn that hurt.
By the time the fourteenth zap came I had tears in my eyes, hell,
I had tears in my eyes after the sixth zap. But I stayed in my
position as I accepted my punishment.
"I'm done coach," Angie said.
"Very good, Angie," replied the coach.
Somebody was crying and I think it was Barb.  Oh how I wanted to
rub my breasts especially my nipples.  Rub and massage them.
"Everybody done? Good. Mistresses you know what to do," the coach
said.
"Stay!" Angie ordered me.  I got down on all fours my breast
swinging beneath me.  She clicked the leash to my collar. 
"Heel!" she ordered and we walked out of the classroom and across
the hall.  I still had my blindfold on with the cone around my
neck. It was hard to crawl beside my daughter with the blindfold
on, trusting her not let me hit the doorway or run into anything.

"Uniforms off but leave the cones on, bitches!" Megan declared. 
I sat up and pulled my dog paws and sleeves off first then the
blind fold.  In a minute I had everything off except the cone.  I
stood up and looked over at Barb who was sobbing: her nipples
were swollen and a livid red.  Barb was the last one done of
course.
Zoe came over to us.  "You four grab her arms and legs and put
her on the bench."
It was kinda awkward with the cones around our heads but they
were clear plastic so I could see fairly well.  Barb was crying
again but didn't resist us moving her to the bench.  I had a grip
on her left wrist and arm.  Barb's head with her cone around it
was hanging over the end of the bench. What a sight the five of
us must have been.
"Four swats each girls," Megan announced.  "Zoe, you first."
Zoe swatted her mom twice on each ass cheek, and the other girls
did the same.  Barb's ass cheeks were red but no skin was broken.
 We stood back as she got up from the bench.
"Did you learn your lesson, Foofu?" Megan asked.
"Yes, Mistress Megan," Barb nodded with the cone around her head.
She couldn't wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Line up, pets," Megan ordered.  Coach Wagner was standing off to
the side watching the girls.  The itch behind my right ear was
gone now but we weren't allowed take the cones off yet.
"Very good, Mistresses," the coach announced.  "Keep the cattle
prods, the blind folds and the cones. Add them to your discipline
and punishment collection.  Remember these implements are meant
to correct your mother's behavior, not make her resent you. Use
them with wisdom to show her the error of her ways. Practice is
over, see you all Friday."
"Why the cones, coach?" asked Stacey.
"The cones Mistress Stacey," the coach smiled, "can be used for
humiliation like when your pet acts up or is not paying attention
to you.  Remember, her focus should be on you girls and nothing
else."
The girls nodded their heads.
"Coach? What about the cages?" asked little Karen.
"Oh, the cages stay here until the next time we need them," Coach
Wagner smiled.
I managed to get the cone off and put my clothes on as the girl's
waited for us.
In the car the smell came back to me, Angie's fragrance.  I don't
know what triggered it.  I sniffed a couple of time filling my
lungs with her essence.
"You okay mom?" she asked looking at me.
"Baby Girl is fine, Mistress Angie."
"You skin does look beautiful pet," Angie smiled as she fingered
the cattle prod that she hadn't put away in her back pack.
 "Baby Girl thanks you, Mistress Angie."
"I have lots of homework tonight, pet, so we will have only a
little time to play together." She paused. "So how was the vet?"
I immediately got nervous breaking out in a cold sweat. "Baby
Girl thinks, um, it was okay, I guess, mistress," I replied as I
gripped the steering wheel.
"Okay? What did they do to you?" Angie asked as she continues to
play with the prod.
"Well, as you know, Baby Girl got tagged with a chip."
"Yeah, that's cool, now you're registered with animal control and
I own you."
"Yes, mistress, but...."
"No buts pet, so what else?"
"Baby Girl was, um, thoroughly checked all over and given a
shot."
"Yeah, something about making your skin more smooth and silky,"
Angie smiled.
"Baby Girl thinks you know this already, mistress."
"I do mom, Dr Shepard gave us a little brief before she took you
all to the exam room.  I mean, we do own you after all so she had
to talk to us." She paused. "What else?"
"Baby Girl was uncomfortable with that damn monster of a Dane on
the exam table next to me," I shuddered thinking about his size
and remembering the length of his manhood.
"See, I told you he wouldn't hurt you," Angie smiled.
Sure but I thought about those poor female bitches that he and
his sons raped in front of us.  I squeezed my thighs together and
feel dampness.  I should really have been disgusted but for some
reason I was wet.
As we drove up to the house Angie got out heading for the front
door.  She, of course, left her back pack and things for me to
carry.  I grabbed my stuff and her stuff plus that damn cone and
headed around the side of the house.  When I came into the
kitchen Angie ordered me to take the stuff upstairs.
"Put the cattle prod, blind fold and cone on the night stand."
"Um, Mistress Angie?" I asked in a tentative voice.
"Yes?"
"Baby Girl thinks that there won't be enough room on the night
stand for your new implements."
"Call them punishment implements, mother," Angie corrected me.
"Yes Mistress Angie, your punishment implements."
"Hmm, you're right. Go out the garage and see if you can find
something to display my punishment implements on. Undress first
then go look for a table."
I quickly complied. The garage floor was cold on my feet as I
rummaged through the garage careful not to knick or cut myself on
stuff stacked on the concrete.  I came across my push cart
serving tray.  It had four wheels, a push bar and was flat and I
used to use it when I was on the elementary school PTA and had
meetings at the house. I would put food and drink on the cart and
push it into the living room where the ladies could pick and
choose what they wanted from it. I took the boxes off of it and
blew some dust off.  This should work, I thought.
I took the cart to the kitchen and cleaned making it all sparkly,
feeling proud that I could come up with something like this.  I
took it up the stairs to Angie's bedroom.  She already had her
homework out.
I cleared my throat.  "Um, mistress, Baby Girl thinks this should
work," I announced standing in the doorway with the cart in front
of me.
Angie turned around and smiled.  "Very good, pet," she said.
"Bring it over here."
I put the cart next to her desk feeling proud for doing good.
That bothered me a little: I mean, I'm her mother; why should I
get all tingly when she praises me?
"Go ahead and arrange your punishment things on it," she ordered
me as she turned back to her tablet.
I took the implements from the table and placed them carefully on
the cart, almost as if they were sacred objects.  I started with
Miss Cane on the left then Miss Riding Crop, the cattle prod, the
rolled up newspaper, the ruler, the blindfolds, my handcuffs and
finally my ankle rope.  I stood there admiring my handiwork. When
I look at the fucking cattle prod, the ache in my nipples came
back to me; I will have to stay away from that damn thing.
"Go fix dinner now, pet. I'm getting hungry," Angie said without
looking up from her tablet.
"Yes mistress," I replied as I scurried out of the room.
During dinner Angie and Bill sat at the table as I stood in the
corner of the kitchen facing the wall.  When they had finished
Angie put some food in my bowl and I followed her upstairs to the
bedroom.  She placed the bowl next to her desk and told me to
eat.  I got down on all fours using my tongue to scoop up the
meat and peas.  My tag on my dog collar would tinkle against bowl
as I scooped up the food.  Afterwards she told me to wash the
dishes and return to the room.
I got my uniform on later and played catch with my daughter when
she took a break from homework.  She tossed the ball down the
hallway but I could only fetch it when she said so.  I sat there
patiently waiting for her command.
Then that lovely smell returned as I sniffed the air around her.
Fuck! What was happening, where did that smell come from?
"Come here pet," Angie ordered me as she rolled away from her
desk. "Under the desk, that's good, good girl!" Angie smiled as I
backed my way in under her desk, my head facing out.  My tail was
crushed down on my lower back making it pull on my sphincter
muscle which was uncomfortable.
Angie rolled her chair forward looking down at me.  She opened
her thighs.  "Put your chin on the chair between my thighs," she
ordered.
I put my chin on the chair raising my eyes to look at her. "No
looking at me. I want you to concentrate on my cunt.  Look at it
and don't take your eyes off of it."
I saw immediately that she was wet but more importantly where the
source of the smell was coming from.  I got excited and all
tingly when I gazed upon her childhood, her little clit, and that
hairless labia. The lips were smooth and glistened with a clear,
shiny cream, and at their very centre, parted by the stretching
of her thighs, a deeper red that delved down into a small
shadowed hole.  I licked my lips and breathed deep again.  I
studied. Oh fuck, that was heaven!  Angie put her left hand on
top of my head and rubbed gently.  She was tapping away on her
tablet doing her homework, I think, but at that moment I didn't
care.  I was looking at my object of desire.  I felt guilty and a
little ashamed as I stared at my daughter's cunt.  What mother in
her right mind would desire her daughter's cunt? To breathe it,
to, gawd forbid, taste it, to feel it, to fuck it with my tongue?
Do these thoughts make me a lesbian? Or a good mother who cares
for her daughter? I could feel my own wetness between my thighs.
What was happening to me?
Later that night as I lay on my back with hands behind me Angie
lay next to me with her right arm draped across my chest just
under my breasts.  I pushed that little piece of parenthood away
that told me this was all wrong and dream of pleasing my daughter
and the team, of winning the competition and garnering her praise
and loving attention.

Thursday:
I saw Angie off at the front door by licking her left hand and
she smiled down at me.  "Meet me at the bus stop this afternoon."
"Yes mistress," I responded.
"Wear something sexy at the bus stop.  Something that says, I am
proud to be Angie Woods' mother and would do anything for her."
"Yes mistress." I go all tingly inside.
As soon as she went, I rushed upstairs to the bathroom but there
were no lovely little turds in the bowl, only pee and green dye.
I washed up and started to clean her bedroom.  I made the bed and
put the handcuffs and rope on the push cart.  I looked down at
the cart and wondered for just a moment if I should do something
bad enough that I would get punished.  Why would I want to do
that? Because I secretly enjoyed it and that's the truth.  This
whole competition thing had brought out a different side of me,
one I didn't want to think about, but I didn't want to get
punished because I didn't know what implement she would use to
punish me and I didn't want to meet that damn cattle prod again.
Should I risk the chance of the cattle prod or behave myself? I
turned and walked out of the room.
About an hour later I heard men in the backyard.  I looked out
Angie's bedroom window and four guys were mowing and trimming the
lawn.  They had their shirts off and were wearing short denim
shorts.  They all had six pack abs that turned my crotch to
wetness.  I lightly played with myself being careful not to touch
Miss Clamp.  It was always that damn Miss Clamp getting in the
way of things. Fuck!
After the yard boys had gone the alarm went off.  It was time to
head to the bus stop and I changed into what I hope were
acceptable clothes to meet Angie.
I stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus and getting very
uncomfortable.  Several other mothers were there waiting and they
gave me disapproving looks.  I was wearing a pink cut-off t-shirt
that showed my mid-riff and written across it was the word
"Bitch!" I had the Sir Denim line of short shorts on which showed
half my butt hanging out and I was wearing white ankle socks and
black saddle shoes.  I couldn't put my hands in my pockets so I
crossed them under my breasts.
As the bus pulled up I stepped aside so the kids could get off
and several boys and girls whistled at me.  Finally Julie
followed by Kayla got off.
"Hi, Mrs Woods," Julie smiled.
"Hi, Mistress Julie and Mistress Kayla," I replied just loud
enough that both girls could hear me but nobody else could.  I
looked for Angie but the bus closed its doors and drove off. Soon
we were the only ones standing there.
"Where's Mistress Angie?" I asked a little worried.  As a mother
I was obviously a little concerned that my daughter hadn't come
home.
"Oh, she had to stay after school and meet with the coach.  The
coach called a meeting for something. She didn't say what."
"Thank you mistress," I said, disappointed that she wasn't here
to see that I had dressed like a whore for her.
"Good, let's go to your house and have some fun," Kayla said
cheerfully and tugged at my arm.
Shit! This isn't gonna be good. Both girls wrapped their arms
through my arms so I was in between them as we walked down the
sidewalk.
"This is gonna be so much fun!" Julie said in a baby talk voice.
Julie and Kayla walked in the front door as I walked around the
back.  I entered the kitchen and both girls were waiting for me.
"Upstairs and undress," Kayla ordered me as both girls got
something to drink.
"Yes mistress," I replied and hurried out the kitchen door.
As soon as I got into Angie's bedroom Julie yelled out, "Are you
undressed yet?" and I heard giggling.
"Yes mistress." I quickly pulled off my top and dropped my
bottoms. I left my ankle socks on.
I heard both girls coming up the stairs.  "Where are you?" Julie
called.
"In Mistress Angie's room," I replied standing straight at
attention.
 "Come to your bedroom," Kayla yelled out.  I entered the master
bedroom and both girls were sitting on the bed.  Both were
holding their thongs.
Oh shit!
"Angie says that you have warm-up time, is that correct?" asked
Julie.
"Yes Mistress Julie."
"Well let's get started then," Kayla said as she got off the bed.
 I stood up straight and with my eyes forward.
Kayla reached out with both hands and squeezed my breasts. "Wow,
Mrs Woods, your skin is really soft and beautiful." She said it
like she meant it.
I didn't respond.
The pre-teen ran her fingers over my chest tweaking my nipples
then down my stomach.  I sucked in my breath and she smiled at
me. She walked around behind me and wrapped her arms around my
chest, squeezing me, and then kissed me between my shoulders.
Julie was watching this from the bed and she slowly leaned back
and spread her legs and started rubbing herself.  Immediately, I
smelt a different fragrance and I looked at Julie who is smiling
at me.  I realize that I can smell cunts when they become moist
and damp.  This must be Julie's smell.
"So you gonna masturbate yourself, Julie?" asks Kayla.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fantasize that she's my mom," Julie breathed
heavily. "I wanna see just how well behaved Baby Girl is as she
watches me finger my little girl cunt." She looked at me as she
did so and I knew she was trying to inflame me: Hell, she didn't
have to try. "I bet any bitch would just love to taste my little
fuck hole." As if to emphasise the delicious thought, she pushed
her finger into her slit and then brought it provocatively up to
her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned softly, "so fresh and creamy."
Kayla kissed my neck and squeezed my tits. I stood as still as I
could, watching Julie return her fingers to her wet, gaping sex.
Then I smell a different smell. Kayla had reached down between
her legs and swiped her fingers across her crotch.  She raised
her hand and put her fingers under my nose.
"Does that smell nice? The best smell in world, Mrs Woods, my
cunt juices," Kayla said huskily as she kissed my neck again. Her
fragrance smelled so strong that it seemed for a moment to coat
the insides of my nostrils.
Oh gawd, let me at these two.  Julie was rubbing herself in a
circular motion with her fingers together.  Kayla behind had
slowly started to rub herself up and down on my right thigh while
holding my breasts. I could feel the ripple of her cunt lips
against my skin, and the slippery softness of her juice spreading
over my thigh, as if she was anointing me with her cunt. The
sticky liquid squidged and clicked obscenely and the smell
engulfed me: I felt a desperate urge to cum.
"Don't you move, bitch," Kayla said as she moved her left hand to
my ass cheek, and I moaned a little as she squeezed it.
"Hush, Mrs Woods," she admonished me.  Slowly the twelve year-old
squatted down behind me.  "Bend over, bitch!" she hissed and her
voice was pure lust.  I bent over at the waist as Kayla used both
hands to spread my ass cheeks.
"I had better check you asshole, Baby Girl," she said teasingly
and I feel her warm breath on me as she looks closely at my anus.
I felt exposed and dirty and incredibly turned on. "Good bitch,"
she said at last. "Nice and clean, not a trace of shit. Perhaps I
had better give it a little wash; the skin around the hole is a
little brown."
I heard her gather spit in her mouth then I felt a warm wetness
just above my anus.
"You naughty bitch!" Julie laughed as she watched her friend
dribble spit out of her mouth and on to my anus.  I could feel it
run down my ass crack to my cunt.  I felt her index finger start
to rub the saliva into my tight sphincter.
"I always wanted to spit on a woman before," Kayla announced.
Julie rubbed herself more quickly and spread her legs as wide as
she could.  She was right in front of me on the bed.  Oh gawd how
I wanted to get between her legs and tongue that beautiful twelve
year-old clit. I wanted to suck it between my lips move it around
with my tongue, make Julie giggle and squirm as she squeezed my
head between her perfect thighs.
Kayla rubbed my anus with her fingers and the moved down to my
cunt.  Slowly she worked her hands into my slit; one finger, then
two, then three slipped into me.  I couldn't help but move my
hips back and forth to the rhythm of her touch.
"Hold still, Mrs Woods, like a good bitch," Kayla said as she
kissed my lower back.  I found it very hard to hold still as she
slipped her fingers in and out of me, deliberately fucking me. 
Suddenly I realized that I had better not cum, that Miss Clamp
would give me away.  I closed my eyes and attempted to control my
breathing. I chanted to myself "Don't cum, don't cum."
Kayla slowly pulled her fingers out of my cunt and swiped them
over Miss Clamp which almost caused me to cum right then and
there and I howled like the bitch I was supposed to be.  That
little clamp moved my clit side to side as her fingers rubbed
over it.  I balled my fists on my knees trying to ignore the
pleasure, the desperate need.
Julie started to moan louder and her fingers slowed down to a
circular motion over her clit as her left hand worked her cunt
opening.  Her eyes were closed and she bent her legs all the way
back as she came. Threads of cunt cream slid slowly down to her
anus beneath her rubbing fingers.
"Beautiful sight isn't it Mrs Woods?" Kayla whispered in my ear.
I nodded my head transfixed. watching the pre-teen bite her lip
and jam her fingers into her cunt, her back arching in the throes
of orgasm. It was a lovely sight. "Just think," Kayla went on.
"She's doing that for you."
Please let me suck her cunt. Please let me bury my face between
her legs.
As Julie came down off her cum she opened her eyes and smiled at
me.  She slowly played with her cunt as she took a deep breath
and let it out and Kayla walked to the bed and lay down next to
her.
"Oh, fuck that was wonderful!" she announced.
The smell of the girls invaded my nostrils. I breathed deeply
taking in their essence, remembering it. A waterfall of longing
and lust ran between my legs.
Kayla spread her legs as she started to rub her clit.  "Come
here, Mrs Woods, kneel before me and watch," she ordered me.  Her
voice was definitely aroused. Fuck I was aroused.
I knelt at the edge of the bed not taking my eyes off her
hairless cunt.  She smiled as she rubbed herself in a circular
motion.  Julie sat up to watch her friend, idly fingering her
swollen pussy. "I wish Angie was here to see this." She said.
"We can do this anytime, can't we Mrs Woods?" Kayla asked
seductively.
"Yes Mistress Kayla," I whispered as I licked my lips. I became
aware that I was panting. So close.
Kayla giggled and rubbed harder.  Her fingers of her left hand
worked their way into her cunt.  I wished that was my tongue.
Kayla was moaning in no time. Julie giggled as she watched her
friend and she started to rub Kayla's right thigh, moving her
hand up and down within inches of the rotating fingers.
"Oh fuck how I wish Mrs Woods was my mom watching me masturbate!"
Kayla moaned.
"I want your mom between my legs, Kayla, sucking my clitty as I
rub her head," Julie replied, her voice urgent as she sensed her
friends mounting orgasm.
What about me? I wanted to scream.
Kayla opened her eyes looking at me.  "Watch me, bitch! Watch me
cum on my fingers!" Kayla said clinching her teeth, spitting out
the words.  Nothing could tear my eyes away from that lovely
pre-teen cunt.  The smell of it, the sight of it was heaven.
Kayla pulled her legs back as she was cumming.  I saw the cutest
little anus come into view as she pulled her legs up.  That
lickable little anus! The air was heavy with musky cunt smell and
sweat, the smells I won't forget.  I would have to find out what
was injected into me yesterday.
Kayla came with a knee jerking reaction, her legs going back and
forth as she lifted her head up and down rubbing herself.
I watched in amazement as the girl came before my eyes.  I had
never seen anything like that before.  I mean, I masturbate, or
used too before this competition thing started, but I had never
seen a pre-teen girl masturbate herself before.  I wanted more. I
wanted it to be Angie. I wanted to see Angie cum, I wanted it to
be her pulsing cunt and her wet fingers and her groans of
pleasure.
As if she had read my thoughts, Julie sat up on the bed and
looked at her friend then me.  "No Mrs Woods, you haven't earned
the right to her cunt or mine or Angie's."
Why did she think that I wanted their cunts? Probably because it
was written all over my face and that made me ashamed that an
adult woman would be taking advantage of two teenage girls.
Except, of course, they were taking advantage of me, playing with
me, teasing me to the point where my need almost hurt.
Kayla stopped cumming but her hands and fingers stayed in place
in her cunt and on top of her clit.  She laid there with a dreamy
look on her face. "I so much want my mother to see me masturbate,
to help me masturbate. I dream about it, about her fingers
fucking me, about her saying dirty things to me as she makes me
cum."
I'll be your mother! I screamed to myself. Kayla sat up on the
bed looking at me.  "You've been a very good pet, Baby Girl. I
think you deserve a reward." She leaned back slightly and slid
two fingers into her red cunt, fucking them in and out a few
times so that they squelched in her wetness. Then, she leaned
forward and wiped them across my lips.  What a taste!
"That's all you get Mrs Woods," Kayla smiled as she pushed
herself off the bed. "It's too bad she can't cum."
"Yeah, Angie would be pissed if she did," replied Julie as she
picked up her thong. I was still kneeling looking up at them. 
"For being so well behaved Mrs Woods, I'll let you put my thong
on me," she said handing it to me.
I scooted a little closer to her as she lifted her left leg, that
beautiful smooth slightly tanned leg.  I slipped the thong over
her foot then she lifted her right leg, putting her left hand on
top of my head and pushing down for support. I pulled her thong
slowly up her smooth silky legs to her thighs, her hand still on
my head.
"Careful, Mrs Woods, don't get too excited!" she giggled.
I pulled her thong up her thighs to her crotch.  Oh gawd, there
it is, so close.  I just have to lean over and kiss it, but I
restrained myself.  I worked the straps around her hips and
carefully positioned the triangle over her clit.  I breathed
deeply one more time before sitting back on my legs. Julie let
her skirt down, and sat on the bed as I turned and looked at
Kayla.
She giggled and handed me her thong and did the same thing Julie
did, putting her weight on my head as she lifted her legs. I
pulled it up her smooth silky legs and thighs and pause, looking
at her cunt.  I felt blessed that I could gaze upon her hairless
young cunt.  Not too many adult women had the pleasure of gazing
upon such a sight.
"Careful Mrs Woods, I'm still sensitive there," Julie said as she
moved her hips a little and I carefully adjusted the triangle
over her clit and the straps around her slim waist.
Kayla giggled again. "I'm not sure that's quite right, Baby Girl.
The crotch doesn't feel comfortable. Smooth it out for me." She
opened her thighs, and thrust her mound towards me. I looked down
at the soft material stretched between her legs, and saw a ridge
running across the crotch. With trembling fingers I reached
forward and smoothed it carefully against the puffy contours of
her cunt.
I sat back and looked at both of them. They are both smiling at
me.
"Very good Mrs Woods.  You behaved yourself in our presence.
Angie knew you would but Kayla and I were sure that you would
misbehave yourself."
I puffed my chest out at them and smiled at them.  "Thank you
Mistress Julie and Mistress Kayla." I wondered if I should tell
them to stop calling me "Mrs" and call me pet or dog or even
bitch. I looked at both girls and blushed. Maybe I did like it
just a little that they called me "Mrs Woods".
"One of these days, maybe before the competition is over you're
gonna talk to my mom about joining me in masturbation," Kayla
said as she got off the bed.
I sat back and my eyes got wide.  Fuck no! There's no way that I
will talk another mother into having sex with her daughter even
if it is only masturbation.  It's a personal choice.
"She just needs a little nudge in the right direction Mrs Woods.
I know she wants me I can tell by the way she looks at me. But
don't worry yet, it'll be sometime before you'll have to talk to
her.
"Yes Mistress Kayla." What right direction is that?
Later that evening after dinner, as Bill was watching TV Angie
was warming me up in her bedroom.  I had my tinkle bell attached
to my collar.
"I heard from Julie and Kayla just after I got home that you were
a very good girl!"
"Thank you mistress"
My daughter was standing in front of me squeezing my breasts
together.  I tried not move or shake the bell.
"I knew you could do it, Baby Girl, I knew that you could control
your urges."
"Baby Girl thanks mistress for believing in her," I replied
staring straight ahead.
Angie ran her fingers down my sides creating goose bumps and
making my nipples stand out even more.
"I think that your training is coming along just fine," Angie
looked at me with a mischievous smile on her face.
She wanted something.
"In fact the training of the other mothers is coming along really
good too."
"Yes mistress," I replied.  I could smell that familiar smell
again.  Angie was excited.  She pinched my left ass cheek which
made me jump a little.
"Bend over some," Angie ordered me.
I bent at the waist and put my hands on knees.  I felt her run
her fingers up and down my ass crack.  With me bent over at the
waist Angie stood behind me, her stomach up against my ass
cheeks.  She put her hands on my sides grabbing hold of me.
"I get a little excited knowing that you're doing this for me,
mother," Angie said as she moved her hips back and forth over my
ass.  I was very turned on by her actions, taking hold of me like
this, as if she was fucking me. I was very wet and excited but
knew that I couldn't cum.
Suddenly Angie stopped what she was doing and went over to her
desk and sat down.  "Remember when I asked you the other night if
you wanted to watch TV with dad or crouch under my desk?"
"Yes mistress," I remember blushing a little. The desire to look
at my daughter's cunt had seemed strong that night, but after
what I had been through today, now it was overwhelming.
"Well, you have the same choice, TV or crouch under my desk," she
smiled spreading her thighs at me.
I nodded my head, walked over to her and squatted on the floor
next to her chair.  I squeezed myself in between her desk and
chair.  Angie didn't move her chair out of the way and I wasn't
about to ask her to move it. I backed in under her desk and
looked up at her and she smiled and settled down to work.
Here I am again.  Is this really where I belong? I stared ahead
of me at that soft wet piece of girl flesh, and breathed
steadily, inhaling her scent until it seemed I could taste her. I
felt I would be happy to stay here all night.
"Julie and Kayla said that you were very wet this afternoon," she
said suddenly after about five minutes, not taking her eyes off
her tablet.
"Yes Mistress," I replied, and once more there was silence.
After ten minutes, she spoke again. "Would you have liked me to
be there?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied, almost with a sigh of longing.
There was another long period of silence. "Do you think my cunt
is pretty?" Again, her eyes stayed fixed to her work.
"Oh yes Mistress."
"Tell me," she said.
I swallowed and stared ahead, at the pink, glistening labia, the
small swollen clit, the red beckoning hole, the shadowed valley
down to the sweet puckered anus.
"You have a very pretty cunt, Mistress," I said, my voice almost
a whisper.
She looked down at me and smiled, and then returned to her
homework.

Friday:
I licked Angie's hand as she stood at the front door. "Remember
mom, I still have the camera's working around the house," she
smiled as she walked out the door.
I quickly sprinted up the stairs to the bathroom and opened the
toilet lid.  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  She didn't
have a solid poop but it was more watery and little chunks
floating around.  I looked at the floor and saw a bowl with a
spoon it.  Inside the bowl was dry puppy chow.  A sticky note was
on the side of the bowl with only one word on it, "Gravy".
I ate my chow and gravy slowly, savouring the delicious
perversity, and then I cleaned up after myself and decided to
start in the master bedroom.  I remembered Ida Carter's thongs
from the other day so I opened the top drawer of the dresser and
looked in.  The thongs were gone.  Thank goodness, that was over,
just a one time deal. Maybe I did make the right choice. I made
the bed, my bed and Bill's bed, but now mostly his.  I picked up
his dirty socks from the floor, tossing them out into the hall. I
vacuumed the bedroom and the hallway.
I walked into the bathroom and noticed a blue business skirt and
white blouse on the floor. What the fuck?
I picked up the skirt and looked at it, turning it around several
times until I noticed a white stain on the back of the skirt
where the zipper was. I looked at it closely then sniffed it:
yep, the smell of ambrosia; cum.  That fucker!
I picked up the blouse and turned it over several times until I
noticed a stain on the back of it.  Fuck! More cum. What the fuck
was he doing, bringing her clothes home and yanking his cock so
that it came all over her clothes? Or was he fucking her at the
office and bringing her clothes home for me to wash?
Well, maybe it wasn't a onetime deal after all, but what to do
now? I could do what I did the other day and wash and iron the
clothes or risk punishment and not do a thing with the pieces of
clothing.  I shrugged my shoulders and walked out of the
bathroom, carrying the blouse and skirt. I kept hearing that word
punishment.  I picked up Bill's socks and took everything to the
washer.  An hour or so later I had the ironing board out. I
looked at the blouse.  Maybe I could burn it a little by leaving
the iron on it? No, I didn't want to get punished.  I carefully
ironed Ida Carter's fucking white blouse then carefully did the
same to her blue business skirt.  I hung both in the closet on
the side that used to be where I had my clothes hanging.
I stepped out back to pee. I looked over at the tomatoes and
carrots I had planted earlier this year.  They were growing
slowly. I had watered them with my pee the other day so might as
well keep watering them like that. I walked over to the tomatoes
and squatted over them. I needed to keep watering these plants.
My pee flowed out onto the small tomato plant. Then I scooted
over a little so that the carrots were under me letting my pee
flow again.  Damn that felt good. There was a barren patch of
ground near the back fence that I'd tried planting over the years
but that piece of ground needed nutrients in the soil so it could
grow stuff and never seemed to have enough.  I walked over to it,
squatted down, and pushed out my turds, four of them like little
chocolate rolls.  After fifteen minutes I worked my turds into
the soil with my hands, turning the soil over and over until
everything was mixed together.
Later as I was about to leave to go to practice Angie called to
tell me to bring her mistress boots and that damn cattle prod to
practice.  With my gym bag and her stuff I walked out the back
door and around to the front of the house.
I was the first from the team to arrive at the church but there
were other cars in the parking lot.  I walked into building where
we practiced and heard voices in one of the rooms.  I looked
inside to see the elementary school hanging team practicing.
There were three gallows setup in the back of the room with three
nude women with hoods over their heads standing on gallows with
nooses around their necks.  Three very young girls were standing
with the women who I presumed to be their mothers.  The other
women were standing in line with hoods on their heads and their
wrists handcuffed behind them.
"Okay, girls, watch my fingers. I will count to three on my
fingers then you pull the levers. Remember you moms must never
know when you're gonna pull the levers," instructed the woman
whom I presumed to be the coach.
I could see the moms shifting their weight from one foot to the
foot other as they waited for the trap door to open.  The coach
had her index finger up for one.  She waited. Then her middle
finger went up, two.  She waited a little longer. Then her ring
finger went up, three.  The three first grade girls pulled their
levers opening the trap doors and the three mothers dropped
straight down, their feet barely touching the ground. As they
swung back and forth, the girls ran down the steps of the gallows
and grabbed their bamboo canes.
"Bad mommy!" one said as she used the cane beat her mother's ass
cheeks.
"Hang mommy, hang!" another said as she also beat her mother
about her thighs and lower legs.
"Stupid mommy!" the third girl said as she whacked her mother on
the ass.
"Very good girls, keep it up," the coach said. She turned to the
women who were lined up with their hoods on, waiting their turn.
I could hear a couple of them were crying already, wondering why
they were doing this. "Ladies we must desensitize your daughters
so that they will have no hesitation about hanging you or beating
you. To win this competition your daughters must show no remorse
in abusing you as you swing back and forth. Points will be
deducted if they take pity on you. The more creative they get,
the more points we win during the competition."
The coach looked over at me and smiled.  She turned back to the
girls. "Don't keep hitting the same place on her body girls, move
around her as you strike her on different places on her body. See
if you can hit her cunt now and again. The judges always give
good points for that."
I stepped back into the hallway as Cindy, Barb, Maggie and Mary
walked past me.  "Watching those little cruel girls again,
Kathy?" smiled Cindy.
"Yeah, it's fucking hot!" I smiled.
Coach Wagner was waiting for us as we walked into the room.  The
room was setup with obstacles, the kind that you would find at a
dog show.  Well, this competition is a dog show, right?
We put our stuff down, looking around the room at everything.
"Practice today pets is about the obstacle course," the coach
said as she looked around at the obstacles.
I could smell something, a familiar smell from the other day.  I
looked at the coach: she was excited between her legs but she was
trying not show it.
The girls arrived as we got undressed.  They put their stuff on
the ground and sat on the bench, taking their shoes off and
putting their mistress boots on. They were giggling and talking
in low tones so we couldn't hear them.
"Warm-up girls," the coach instructed and we lined up as our
daughters came over to us.  Angie attached my bell to my collar
then stepped back and grabbed my breasts with both hands
squeezing and pinching them.
The coach continued, "The obstacle course is a test of your
agility as a dog. In this sport your mistress directs you through
the obstacles, and it is a race needing both speed and accuracy.
You will run off-leash with no food or toys as incentives, and
your mistress can touch neither you nor the obstacles.
Consequently your mistress's controls are limited to her voice,
movement, and various body signals. This will require exceptional
training of you and coordination of your mistress. She can only
say three words during the run which are "Sit and your name",
"Stay and your name", and "Come and your name.  Like "Sit Foofu"
or "Stay Peaches" or "Come Baby Girl." Oh God, I thought, if only
I could!
The girls didn't say a word as they warmed us up. Angie was
running her hands through my page boy haircut, caressing me with
her strong fingers.
"In its simplest form, an agility course consists of a set of
standard obstacles laid out by the competition committee in a
design of their choosing in an area of a specified size. The
surface for our competition will be of special matting. Also,
your mistresses will know the order in which the obstacles are to
be completed  just before you enter the arena but you will not,
which makes it all the more important that you focus your
attention on her. Listen to her commands and look at her body
language."
Angie moved behind me and rubbed my sides down to my hips.  She
gently bent me over and I put my hands on my knees.  I was still
listening to the coach.
"This course will be complicated enough that you will not
complete it correctly without your daughter's direction. In this
competition, your mistress must assess the course, decide on
handling strategies, and direct you through it, with precision
and speed equally important. We will cover strategies to
compensate for your lack of speed and strength and your
weaknesses."
Angie ran her fingers up my slit to my anus and back down again.
Her right hand was on my lower back and her left thigh was behind
my left leg. She was leaning into me slightly.  I saw the other
girls doing the same thing. The coach didn't seem to notice
though as she kept speaking.
"Before the start of the competition, your mistresses are allowed
a short walk-through of the course. During this time they can
walk around the course without you to determine how they can best
position themselves and guide you to get the most accurate and
rapid path around the obstacles. Your mistress will walk a path
much different from your path, so she can sometimes spend quite a
bit of time planning for what is hopefully a quick run."
Angie took hold of my hips and pulled my ass back to her crotch.
She started to rotate back and forth as my ass rubbed up against
her.  I looked at the other mothers and fuck, it was hot looking.
 Little Karen though had to stand on crate to reach her mother's
rear-end with her crotch.  I wondered what kind of warm-up this
was for?
"Mistresses, the walk-through is critical for success because the
course's path will take various turns, even U-turns, or can cross
back on itself, can use the same obstacle more than once, can
have two obstacles so close to each other that your mother must
be able to clearly discriminate which to take, or the course can
be arranged so that the you must work with obstacles between
yourself and your mother."
The smells were wonderful.  I could clearly smell Angie and I
knew that she was excited as she rubbed up against me. I didn't
know if she or the other girls were paying attention to the
coach, but I was finding hard to concentrate.
 "Printed maps of the agility course, called course maps, will be
made available to the mistresses before they run, to help them
plan their course strategy. The course map contains icons
indicating the position and orientation of all the obstacles, and
numbers indicating the order in which the obstacles are to be
taken."
Angie had stopped what she was going and pulled me up straight
again.  No words were spoken as she was all business today.
"Each mistress and her pet will get one opportunity to attempt to
complete the course successfully. The pet begins behind a
starting line and, when instructed by her mistress, proceeds
around the course. The mistress typically walks around the inside
of the course, directing her pet with the three spoken commands
and with body language. We will come up with some body language
as we train on the obstacle course."
Angie stood in front of me and put her left hand on my shoulder
and dropped her right hand, using her fingers to rub my crotch. I
was very wet as her fingers slipped inside me.  A couple of times
there were "smacking" noises as she rubbed me, my juices
squidging and clicking between my cunt lips.  I was embarrassed
but I stayed still, not ringing my tinkle bell.
"The scoring of points is based on how many faults are incurred
during the run. Penalties can include not only course faults,
such as not stopping when told to, but also time faults where
your pet doesn't hold her form long enough before the next
command. The first run on the course during the competition sets
the time to beat for all the others."
The coach looked at us and announced "Uniform time."
I quickly found my gym bag and in no time had my uniform on and
was on all fours next to Angie.  Barb was quick this time but
Cindy was lacking for some reason.  Punishment later, I thought.
Coach Wagner walked over to an obstacle and stood next to it.
"This is the A-frame which consists of two broad ramps about
three feet wide by eight to nine feet long, hinged together and
raised so that the hinged connection is between five or six feet
above the ground, roughly forming an A shape." The coach walked
around to one of the ramps.  "The lower 5 inches of both sides of
the A-frame are painted yellow, forming the contact zone, onto
which your dog must place at least one of her paws while
ascending and descending. There will be two judges standing a
little ways away watching to make sure her paw lands within that
contact zone. Penalties will be given by the judges if your dog
fails to touch the contact zone."
Coach looked around at us. She had our attention.
"As you can see on these boards there are horizontal slats along
the length to help your dog's grip going up and down."
That was nice of them to think of that
Coach Wagner walked over to the next obstacle. "This is the dog
walk. Three twelve foot planks, nine inches wide, connected at
the ends. The center plank is raised to 4 feet above the ground,
so that the two end planks form ramps leading up to and down from
the center plank. This obstacle also has painted contact zones of
five inches at the bottom. As you can see these planks also have
narrow horizontal slats all along their length to assist your
dog's grip going up and down."
 Angie put her right hand on my head running her fingers through
my hair.
"Next we have the Teeter-totter or better known as the seesaw. A
ten foot plank pivoting on a fulcrum here at the center is much
like a child's seesaw on a playground.  It is constructed
slightly off-balance so that the same end always returns to the
ground. This obstacle also has the painted five inch contact
zones. However, unlike the other obstacles, the teeter-totter
does not have slats for grip. That is because the balance point
and the weight of the plank must be such that even lighter dogs
than yours can cause the high end of the teeter-totter to descend
to the ground."
The coach walked to the next obstacle that looked like a raised
square. "This is a vintage Crossover. The crossover is a four
foot high, three feet by three feet square platform, with ramps
similar to those found on a dog walk descending from the center
of its four sides."
"Cool," the girls said.  I was impressed.
"Your dog must crawl up the correct ramp and then crawl down the
ramp indicated by you, while also possibly changing direction to
do so. You can count on there being at least a five second `sit'
time on the platform. Dog's you should have your full
concentration on your mistress. We will develop hand signals and
body language for these obstacles."
Coach Wager walked to what we knew as a tunnel. "This team is a
tunnel. Note the sandbags along the sides here to prevent tunnel
movement. This tunnel is a vinyl tube, twenty feet long and about
two feet in diameter, through which your dog runs. The tunnel is
constructed of flexible vinyl and wire, such that it can be
configured in a straight line, or in a variety of curves. During
the competition the tunnel will have a variety of curves."
"The last obstacle we have is the collapsed tunnel or chute. This
is a barrel-like cylinder that is twenty feet long with a tube of
fabric attached around one end. The fabric extends twelve feet
and lies closed until your dog runs into the open end of the
chute and pushes her way out through the fabric tube.  This
tunnel also can be configured in a variety of curves."
The coach walked over to where we were.  "Get your cattle prods
mistresses," was all she said. As the girls were getting their
prods the coach looked at Peaches.  "The first pair is Stacey and
Peaches. The start line is right here Peaches. Mistresses if you
come over here for a minute."
The coach handed out pieces of paper to the girls and talked to
them for a couple of minutes. The girls nodded their heads and
returned to us.
"Listen up dogs you will be punished if you make mistakes during
this practice. I realize that this is the first time you'll be
doing this but you must be perfect every single time and that
includes the first time. Girls do not be shy about punishing your
dog if she makes a mistake.  The only way she will learn is by
corrective action."
I grimaced or would have if I hadn't got this damn mouth piece
in, my slobber dripping off my lower lip.
"See these red round mats? These will be placed between each
obstacle. When your mistress says "Sit" you sit on these mats. 
If you miss the mat when you sit you will be punished because we
lose points. So as you come out of the obstacle be prepared to
sit on the red mat.  Remember she won't say sit every time
between obstacles so pay attention to her," the coach said as she
placed the mats between the obstacles.  "You must hold your sit
position for five seconds. If she says "come" you will start
again on the course and if she says "stay" you will change your
position to the perfect "stay" position."
The coach looked around the room. "We will work on body language
later. Your mistresses will come up the body language signs. 
Mistresses take your dogs to the hallway and have them sit and
come back in here."
The girls took us out to the hallway and lined us up against the
wall. "Sit!" we were ordered.
When the girls got back into the room the coach said, "Okay
Mistress Stacey, stand over there in the middle and start your
dog.  If she makes a mistake have her sit and walk over to her
and zap her nipple like the other day. Any questions?"
"No coach," Stacey smiled.  She looked at her mom, Peaches. "Come
Peaches."
For the next five minutes we could hear "sit", "stay" and "come
Peaches" plus the cattle prod zapping Cindy's nipples. We looked
at each other with worried looks on our faces.  What was she
getting zapped for? What did she miss?
Down the hallway where the little girls were hanging their
mother's, two girls came into the hallway and noticed us.
They both had their index fingers to the corner of their mouths,
looked at each other and walked our way.  Oh Shit!
The girls stood in front us shyly smiling at us.  We were in our
sit position, sitting back on our feet with our hands tucked
under our breasts, our mouth pieces in and slobber dripping down
our cleavage.
"Are you supposed to be doggies?" the blonde haired one asked.
We kinda looked at each other and Mary replied, "Arf."
Both girls giggled. The red haired one reached out and patted me
on the head. "Good doggies!"
The blonde haired girl reached out and tweaked Maggie's left
nipple.  She didn't move so the girl pinched the other one. 
Maggie didn't respond. I was proud of her. Then the red haired
girl pinched my nipples with both hands.  I almost jumped but
held my posture.  The blonde hair girl giggled as she
side-stepped to Barb.  The girl pinched both her nipples but Barb
didn't move.  Yesss! I was proud of her for not moving.
Just then Peaches came out of the room she had tears in her eyes
and her nipples looked a little redder than usual.
"Come Foofu! Come girl!" Zoe yelled out from the room.  Barb went
to all fours   and scampered into the room.  Cindy took her place
in line.  We all turned and looked at Cindy.  My nervousness went
way up so did my heart rate.
We could hear "Come Foofu", then "sit!", and unmistakable sound
of the cattle prod.  I tried to block out what was happening in
the room.  I didn't want to know until it was my turn.
The two youngsters went up and down the line pinching and
tweaking our nipples but we didn't move or respond to them.  Down
the hallway the hanging instructor poked her head out the door
and yelled at the girls to come back to class.
"Leave those nice ladies alone, girls!" she said as they walked
up to her.
After a couple of minutes more of hearing the cattle prod on
Barb's nipples she came out to the hallway.  She didn't look
happy.
"Come Baby Girl come!" Angie yelled out.
I scampered into the room.  The coach was standing by the A-frame
and Angie was off to the side holding a piece of paper and her
cattle prod.
"There's the start line, Baby Girl," Angie pointed to ground by
the A-frame.
Crap was I ready for this? Was I ready for the punishment? If I
pay attention to Angie I shouldn't be punished, right?
"Come Baby Girl," Angie pointed at the A-frame. I scampered to
the obstacle and placed my paw within the yellow zone.  I went up
the obstacle and slowly down the other side.  I passed over the
red mat on the floor as I headed for the dog walk.  Again I
placed my paw on the yellow zone and went up the slat across the
top and down the other side. Just as I got to the red mat Angie
yelled out, "Sit!"
Fuck! I was half on and half off the mat.
"Three zaps, Angie," the coach said as she walked past me.  "On
the way down the obstacles your dog didn't touch the yellow zone
and as you can see she is half off the mat."
"Yes coach," Angie replied as she walked across to me, and I sat
there in the position as she zapped my left nipple.  I bit down
on the mouth piece. Fuck! Then she zapped my right nipple. Fuck!
Then my left again. Fuck me!
Angie backed off to ready herself. The teeter totter was in front
of me. "Come Baby Girl!"
I scampered for the teeter totter climbing up the slat so that it
tilted down and I crawled to the other side.
"Sit!"
I almost made it to the mat. Ah shit! Angie walked over to me
again and zapped on my right nipple.
"Stay!" I quickly got on all fours. "Come Baby Girl!"
I headed for the cross over and Angie pointed at the slat on the
other side of the platform.  I hurried around it and up the slat
labelled as two. "Sit" she said as I got to the top.  This time I
was sitting on the red mat.
"Come Baby Girl!" Angie commanded as she pointed at the number
four slat. I carefully crawled down to the floor and headed for
the tunnel. "Sit!"
Fuck! I just missed the red mat.  Zap on my left nipple.  Come on
Kathy, concentrate on Angie. I was getting frustrated with
myself.
"Come Baby Girl!" Angie said and I took off for the tunnel.  The
tunnel went straight for five feet, then right for five feet,
then left for five feet, and straight again for five feet. I came
out the other side watching that red mat but I passed by it and
headed for the chute.  Fuck, almost finished.
The chute was straight for ten feet then turned left for ten feet
and into the collapsed part of the tunnel.  I came out the other
side and Angie yelled, "Sit!" I just missed the mat again. Gawd
damn it!
Zap on my left nipple.
"Stay!" I quickly got on all fours.
"Good girl!" Angie said patting me on the head.
I headed out to the hallway as Maggie came in.
For the next hour we take turns going through the obstacle
course.  Each time I try to concentrate on Angie's voice as I'm
going through the obstacles.
Finally we were called back into the room and Coach Wagner looked
at her papers.  "Your dogs went through three times each and the
best cumulated time is Mary and the slowest cumulated time is
Maggie." The girls shuffled their feet and we watched from our
sitting position. "Therefore, Maggie will be punished for being
the slowest of the group. Practice is over so remove your
uniforms."
Maggie was already crying as we removed our uniforms.  She was
standing in the middle of us with her hands covering her face,
sobbing.  "This isn't fair," was all she could say.
Mary and I put our arms around her trying to comfort her but also
lead her to the bench.
"Four zaps each on her ass cheeks girls," Megan announced. 
"Karen, she's your pet so you're first."
Cindy took hold of Maggie's left arm and I took her right arm and
sat her down on the bench.  She was crying now.  Barb took her
left leg and Mary took her right leg and we swung her around on
the bench face down, her head hanging over the end of the bench.
Karen walked up to the bench with her cattle prod.  We watched
her but Maggie couldn't see. Karen zapped her mom twice on each
cheek and Maggie was crying heavily now.
Megan came over to us. "Come on pets, pull her arms and legs
tighter or else you'll be joining her on the bench."
With each zap on her ass cheeks Maggie tried to pull her arms and
legs in but we had a pretty good grip on her. By the time the
girls had finished, her cheeks were covered with little red
swollen spots where the prod had zapped her, and her crying had
changed to deep sobs. I looked down at her ass and saw the
muscles shivering in her buttocks and thighs, and for some
reason, I felt my clit throb.
Afterwards, we waited for the girls to gather their stuff. 
"Practice tomorrow what you learned this week, mistresses, see
you Monday."
"See ya, coach," the girls replied.
In the car Angie looked at me.  "See how hard that obstacle
course was for us? I mean I had to make sure that you were going
in the right direction and doing what you were supposed to.  You
had it easy, you just had to follow my directions."
"Yes mistress," I replied. She had it hard? My nipples had it
hard. Maggie's butt had it hard. The coach should've at least
given us a break and let us learn how to approach the obstacles.
I shrugged my shoulders: maybe I did deserve the punishment for
not following her directions clearly.
We drove home silence and she didn't ask if I liked her treat
this morning.  Maybe I should bring it up? No, I'd wait for her
to ask me.
At dinner time I sat next to Angie as she fed me out of her hand.
 She would put food in the palm of her hand and hold it out for
me but I couldn't eat it until she said, "Eat!" I also made sure
that my bowls were full of puppy chow and clean water and that
there were three doggie treats laid next to the bowls.  Bill took
to pulling his cock out of his pants at the table and stroking it
as he ate.  Angie and I didn't pay attention to him. Bastard. I
wondered if it was sticky from Ida Carter's whore cunt.
Since it was a Friday night Angie was going out with Julie and
Kayla to the movies. They came over to pick her up and while
Angie was putting her makeup and such on in the bathroom, they
had me at attention in bedroom as they both played with
themselves on the bed in front of me.  Julie had a seductive
smile on her face and Kayla had a wicked grin.  As if they had
rehearsed the move, they both opened their legs, pulled aside
their thongs and began to rub their fingers over their clits.
Neither of them seemed embarrassed as they masturbated
themselves; rather they watched me with wanton grins on their
faces.
"You like looking at our cunts, don't you Baby Girl?" Kayla said,
her breathing growing ragged as her fingers rubbed and probed.
"Our little pink pre-teen cunts....."
Angie came into the room. "Gawd you guys, do you have to do that
in front of my mom?"
Both girls giggled and said, "Yes!"
"It gives her motivation to behave herself," Julie added.
But I don't want to behave myself, I thought as I watched the two
pre-teen pussies in front of me get all gooey.  I could see a
little bit of froth developing around the pussy lips.
As the girls got ready to leave Angie pushed me into the closet
and as she closed the door, she said. "Don't you dare come out if
you know what's good for you."
Julie and Kayla laughed.
"That's so cruel, Ang," Kayla said.
"Behave yourself, Mrs Woods," Julie said.
I stood there for what seemed like several hours.  Several times
I tried peeking out between the closet slats just so I had
something to look at.  Later that night Angie had her head on my
right shoulder as her right arm laid across my stomach her hand
resting on my cunt in a protective position.  I smiled to myself.
This is my daughter who is growing up so fast. I love her. I
would do anything for her.
Saturday:
Bill had left the house by the time Angie and I made it
downstairs.  I had my uniform on as I ate my dog food from the
bowl and chewed on the dog treat.  Angie made herself some eggs
and they smelled really good. As she sat at the table and ate I
was in the sit position next to her hoping for a handout or piece
of egg, but she didn't offer me any
Afterwards I went out back to relieve myself.  I carefully peed
on the tomatoes and carrot plants then I pooped on the brown
patch of ground.  I couldn't mix my poop into the dirt right then
but I would do it later.  On the way back to the house I saw a
different poop again.  A large one. It's that fucking Great Dane
Tommy I bet. That fucking monster messing up my yard.  I turn and
look at the hole in the fence. I should tell Angie so she could
cover it up.
Most of that morning we played fetch around the house with the
tennis ball. Then Angie had me sit between her legs and watch her
cunt.  But this time she had on a sun dress.  She had me rest my
head on the recliner seat only inches from her lovely smelling
cunt.  She draped the dress over my head with it resting on my
shoulders and her musky scent intensified around me.
"Concentrate on me pet," she ordered me as she watched her
favorite adult cartoons on TV. Every now and then she would move
her buttocks repositioning herself on the recliner. Each time she
moved her body her cunt and anus released a new smell.  I won't
soon forget smell of either.  When she was watching her favorite
one, the "Young and the Strap-on", her thighs widened slightly
and droplets of thick cream oozed from between her puffy labia.
Eventually, her tablet started vibrating so she got off the
recliner.
"Stay!" she said as she slipped over my head. Her cunt grazed the
top of my forehead as she stretched over me.  She got her tablet
and sat back down on the recliner, repositioning herself so that
her cunt was a mere two inches from my nose.  She put her dress
over my head again and started tapping on the tablet.
After twenty minutes or so she lifted her dress looking at me and
it took a moment or two for my mesmerised eyes to adjust to the
change in light. "Time to go to practice at Megan's but we have
to make a stop at the mall first." I gave her a questioning look.
"You need to purchase two pairs of new high heels."
"Yes mistress."
"Go get some clothes on and meet me down here.  Oh, and pack your
uniform and bring along your punishment implements."
"Yes mistress," I replied as I scurried up the stairs.  I put my
things in the gym bag then took Miss Cane, Miss Riding Crop, the
rolled up newspaper and that damn cattle prod and carefully put
them in the bag.
"All ready pet?" My daughter asked me as I walk into the living
room. She got off the recliner.
"Yes mistress"
"Okay, let's go," she smiled as she looked at her tablet.
Angie headed out the front door and I grabbed the car keys from
the kitchen hanger and walked out the back door.  On the drive to
the mall Angie chuckled and giggled at whatever she is looking at
on her tablet but she didn't speak to me.
It was crowded at the mall so we parked out on the outer parking
lot.  "We are only going to make one stop today, pet."
"Yes mistress," I replied under my breath so that nobody else
could hear me.
"Like I said we are going to the shoe store, the Slutty Heel, to
be exact."
My heart dropped. Oh fuck! That store had a bad reputation for
extortionate female shoe wear; it was all the rage for business
women and teachers.
Angie turned and looked at me. "Don't worry, mom, these heels are
for you.  I did promise you some new heels the other day, right?"
"Yes mistress," I replied. We had bought some pairs from the Hot
Teen Fashions shoe department the other day when we shopping for
school clothes.
"You can never have enough high heels mom."
We walked into the store. I have never been there before and as
looked around, I could see all kinds of heels, for work, for
business, for school, for the club scene.
Angie walked around the store looking at different kinds of heels
and after a while, the sales clerk came over to us.  She was
wearing a four inch thin stiletto heel that was a see-through
model.  I could see her whole foot, it was as if she wasn't
wearing anything on her foot, except that her calves were
straining because of the height of the heels. She tried to talk
to me but Angie stepped between us taking hold of the woman's
elbow and guided her down the aisle while I followed behind them.
 Angie and the sales clerk stopped in front of a display of pink
shoes with a six inch stiletto. The front of the shoe was so bent
that the wearer would have walk on her toes.
"Well you came to right store," the sales woman said. "Stiletto
style shoes are one of the best known styles, earning
longstanding respect from business women and school teachers as
one of the finest fashions that a woman can wear."
Angie nodded her head and I tried to look over her shoulder at
what they were looking at.
The sales woman looked at Angie. "If you want to make a statement
with your image, then you'll want to make sure you make that
statement with the help of a gorgeous pair of stilettos. We have
stiletto pumps, stiletto high heels, stiletto boots, metal
stilettos and more. Or you might also be in the midst of
preparing for an important social event, like a wedding or a
business event like job interview. If that's the case, you can
search for a specific style of stiletto shoes that will provide
the perfect pair for your needs. The choice is yours, and when
you choose from Slutty Heel, it's impossible to go wrong." She
smiled warmly.
"Oh, sorry, the heels won't be for me, we're buying them for my
mom," Angie replied. The sales clerk looked me up and down.  I
was wearing a cut-off t-shirt that bared my belly button and
short tight denim shorts.  Of course I wasn't wearing a bra so my
nipples were sticking out and I had lacy white ankle socks on.
The sales woman picked out a pair of heels showing them to Angie
and me. "Six inch stilettos, a step up from the standard heel
that most adult women wear. These are serious shoes that will
give your mom some height above everyone around her." She handed
one of the shoes to me and the other to Angie.
"These shoes not only show off her legs, they also show off the
thin heel itself, which is very eye catching and stylish with
many different outfits. These particular sized shoes will take
some work to get used to," the sales lady said, looking at me,
"so don't just buy a pair and going running around town in them
until you've practiced walking comfortably in them at home. A
spill at six extra inches can be very problematic."
I could see that as I looked at the shoe.
"However, once you get the feel for these shoes, you'll have no
trouble enjoying them as often as possible. With such a razor
thin heel, you're getting even more benefit than a standard small
heel. These products will angle your foot and make your legs and
ass cheeks tense while you walk in them. This will give the look
of a tighter ass and firmer legs. Not to mention, they'll also
elongate the look of your legs, something that most boys and men
find very sexy and very feminine looking in an adult woman." The
sales lady looked at me and Angie. "Unless that is you're not
into boys and men."
The lady seemed almost hopeful that we weren't but Angie didn't
say anything.
She went on, "You can find these shoes in many different styles.
Depending upon the context in which you wear them, you can find
more conservative looks for the school or the more outrageous
designs meant for parties. However, with such a thin heel, it's
pretty clear these shoes are intended for fun rather than a
business meeting. But don't get me wrong, you can wear these
types of shoes for business meetings and at work every day."
Angie gave the lady the shoe back. "What about those?" she
pointed down the aisle.
"This is our six inch clear platform Stripper Stilettos. These
high heel shoes come in a clear platform with a thin stiletto and
in a variety of colors. Some of the shoes come with light and
sparkles that kids really love. This type of shoe is great for
strippers at private parties and the family strip club," the lady
smiled. "You can mix and match these shoes with our new Bikini
Dance Wear line which is over there," the lady pointed out the
far side of the store.
Angie just nodded her head. "What about those shoes?" she asked
pointing two aisles over.
"Ah yes, our fetish footwear line that satisfies the craving of
every discerning connoisseur young and old," the sales lady
answered as she gently took Angie's elbow and guided her to the
shoes. I trailed behind them.
"Our Slutty Heels fetish shoes are a collection that features
extreme stiletto heels and shocking constructions. We offer more
than just individuality it's the ultimate extension for every
adult female. Take these shoes for instance, our Bordello line of
stiletto," she said picking up a shoe.  "These are mainly
designed for female burlesque performers who often create
elaborate sets with lush, colorful costumes, mood-appropriate
music, and dramatic lighting, and may even include novelty acts,
such as sucking cock upside or demonstrations of unusual
flexibility, like being able to lick one's own clit, to enhance
the impact of their performance."
Angie looked at the shoe turning it over several times. She
handed it back to the sales lady
"These shoes come in size ranging from six to twelve," she
offered hopefully. She put the shoe back on the shelf. "Now these
are our ballet fetish shoes in leather with a seven inch
stiletto. The wearer has her weight on the toes and with her feet
pointed straight down," the lady said as she took one off the
shelf. Angie moved down the aisle looking at other models and
then picked out a shoe off the shelf.
"This is our fetish solid brass design with a six inch metal
stiletto heel. As you can see it also comes with an ankle strap,"
the lady smiled.
"Now you're talkin'," Angie smiled. I felt dread. What was she up
to?
The sales lady walked to the end of the aisle. "This is our high
heel pump called the Pleaser. It is a six inch stiletto heel with
four interchangeable ankle cuffs," she handed the shoe to Angie
who lit up. "As you can see it comes with a double locking cuff,
double buckle cuff, a chain locking cuff and "D" ring lace up
cuff. This shoe comes in black and pink patent. We have sizes
five through sixteen."
Angie was nodding her head with a smile on her face. She handed
me the pair of heels so I sat down to try them on.  This pair was
pink and had the double locking cuff already on the shoe. It took
me a couple of minutes to get the cuff right but I stood up with
my legs shaking a little as I struggled for balance. The stiletto
heel and the bottom of the shoe were parallel about quarter inch
apart and I stood there towering over Angie. She smiled and
nodded her head.
"To go with the look a woman will also purchase white thigh
stockings and a garter belt with hooks to hold up the stockings.
It gives the woman an innocent look that men, or other women,
find irresistible."
And pre-teen girls no doubt, I thought.
The sales woman held up a package of white thigh stockings that
had three pairs plus the garter belt.  Angie took them and handed
them to me.  As I sat down to remove the heels Angie leaned over.
"Keep them on pet," was all she said as she turned to the sales
lady. "We'll take this pair."
"Wow, you're the fourth one today to purchase this type of shoe,"
the lady smiled.
I took a deep breath and stood up again.  The sales clerk was
walking in her heels with no problem but I had a hard time
keeping up.
At the next display were another pair of pink heels that were
just as severe as the pair I had on.  The difference with this
pair was that it came with lock and key.  A little pad lock
secured the shoe around the ankle.  The pad lock was in the shape
of a heart and was red in color.
"Kathy Peterson, the host of the Pee Time show, wears this
model," the sales clerk informed us.
Angie nodded and handed me the pair of shoes.  I checked the size
to make sure it was correct.
On our way to the car I tried to keep up but I kept tripping; it
was a miracle that I didn't fall down.
"Come pet, hurry up, we don't have all day!" Angie said as she
turned around looking at me.  She put her hand on her hip and
sighed. "You're so slow sometimes."
"Yes mistress," I breathed out while not trying to trip. Driving
was even more a challenge especially pushing on the accelerator
and brake pedals.
We pulled up to the curb in front of Megan's house.  Angie got
out and headed for the front door and I grabbed the gym bag and
walked around the back. Mary was standing on her back porch. She
was wearing the same pink stiletto heels I had on and the white
thigh stockings with the lace garter belt around her waist.  Four
hooks hanging down from the belt were attached to the top of the
stockings.  She was clearly embarrassed.
"Um, hi, Dinky Pooh," I smiled.
"Hey Baby Girl, I've been told to tell you and the others to
dress the same way when they get here."
I nodded. What a strange way to greet each other. "So how is the
training here at home going for you since we last met last
Saturday," I asked as I pulled out the package with the white
stockings.
"My mistress has been quite reasonable so far. I mean, I don't
get punished a whole lot and she tries to make practices fun with
me. How about you?"
"Mistress Angie has been good to me also.  I only get punished
when I mess up and don't follow her directions," I replied as I
sat on the concrete porch slab to take off my heels to slip the
stockings on. It also occurred to me that I would have to take
off my shorts if I was to wear the garter belt.
"Me too, I mean, I try hard and all but it's a little hard
sometimes," Mary frowned.
Barb and Maggie came around the corner of the house.
"Hi Baby Girl and Dinky Pooh," Maggie said as she walked onto the
porch.
"I see that we have all the same skimpy attire," Barb added. 
Both of them were wearing the same pink stiletto heels.
Mary stepped forward. "You two have to change into the white
stockings like me."
Barb and Maggie also sat down on the porch slab taking their
shoes off.  I had my stockings up to my knees when I put my shoes
back on.  I had a hard time standing up.  I put the white lace
belt around my waist and clipped the hooks to the stockings. 
Damn I felt like a cheap whore.  I stood up and looked around the
yard. Mary's backyard had an eight foot concrete wall around it,
not wooden like mine.
"Don't worry Baby Girl, we're safe from prying eyes," Mary said
as she too looked around her yard.
Cindy arrived about five minutes later and almost burst out
laughing when she saw the four of us standing there with the pink
stilettos and white stockings. In a couple of minutes she too was
dressed like the rest of us and we stood around talking about our
training.  It seemed that Barb had the hardest time with home
practices but I'm pretty sure that she was resisting on some
level. I just hoped she wouldn't throw the competition,
especially after all the sacrifices and humiliations we had gone
through.
Maggie and Cindy were getting tired of being punished but they
both agreed it was their fault when they were punished. They were
trying their best to please their daughters but it was hard to
get it right every time.
We all agreed that we deserved the punishments we received when
something wasn't followed correctly but it was hard accepting it
from our daughters.  We laughed and giggled like little girls
when Cindy brought up the fact that she hadn't fucked her husband
in a while; hell none of us had, well, at least since last
weekend. Did we miss fucking our husbands? Strangely enough we
didn't. I mean, I felt more comfortable with Angie than with
Bill.
The other thing that we were avoiding as a group was talking
about sex with our daughters.  On some level we knew it was
inevitable that sex would be a part of our training routine but
none of us wanted to admit it.  Looking at the others I don't
think they've had sex with their daughters yet. It was strange
that we could talk about not having sex with our husbands and
make fun of that but we got embarrassed and humiliated even
thinking about sex with our daughters.
Maggie leaned back a little and spread her cunt lips. "See Miss
Clamp there?" she asked. "Miss Clamp likes to deny me a good
cum!" she giggled. We all giggled and agreed that that damn clamp
was a killjoy.
As the laughter died down we were kind of uncomfortable standing
there with the conversation dragging.
"So, um," I fidgeted with my fingers. The others looked at me.
"So who has cum since this thing has started." There I said it.
It's out in the open.
"You masturbated?" asked Cindy and I nodded. "Not me," she
replied.
"Me either," added Mary.
"Not me," said Barb. "I haven't earned it."
"I did," Maggie said looking at the ground.
The four of them looked at me. I nodded my head. "Yes."
"Tell us," Cindy urged as she walked over to me.
"Angie, allowed Bill to fuck last weekend," I smiled.
"Mistress Angie," corrected Mary.
The others giggled. I nodded my head again.
 "How'd you manage that?" Barb asked.
"Well, Bill asked her and she agreed but only if she was present
during the act."
The others sucked in their breaths.
"It was mind blowing as Bill fucked me from behind and Angie
watched. She actually helped him out."
"Oh? Tell us, don't keep holding back." Maggie urged.
I wasn't about to tell them about me finding out Bill was fucking
Ida Carter because his dick tasted different. "She held him as he
entered me from behind. Watched us fuck and watched me suck him
off. It felt really good."
The others were jealous I could tell. "Well, I'm gonna ask Angie
on the ride home tonight if I can cum again. I mean, fuck, it's
been a week."
"Mistress Angie," Mary said again.
We talked about asking our daughters to allow us to masturbate
and how to ask to them. Barb was the most nervous. She said that
Zoe kept telling her that she was not perfect in her obedience
yet. Maggie, Mary and Cindy were too scared to ask their
daughters and besides their husbands hadn't asked yet either.
"Well, I'm going to ask Angie anyway, you never know," I said.
"Look, I don't want to change the subject but we have to call our
daughter's mistresses," Mary said. "Otherwise, we'll get punished
if we forget to address them by mistress."
Mary was right of course. The more we call our daughters
mistresses the more comfortable we will be using the word. I
didn't like the word anymore than they did but it was just for
the duration of the competition.
We nodded our heads. "Okay, let's agree to use mistress when
addressing our daughters and to correct each other when we
forget," Cindy suggested. Barb also added that we had to respond
to our mistresses in the third person. We all giggled when we
compared notes that our mistresses came up with the idea at the
same time.
"Um, one other thing," Mary said. "Since Wednesday do you all
have a deeper sense of smell?"
"Yes, I can smell tell certain smells apart?" I added.
"Me too," Maggie said.
"Did you smell Coach Wagner as she walked by us yesterday?" Barb
asked and giggled.
"I think that what was in that shot they gave us has affected our
sense of smell," I added wrinkling my nose.
The others agreed. "I can smell you guys also," Cindy smiled.
"And you all don't smell bad either."
Our laughing and giggling came to an end when Karen opened the
porch door. She was wearing a sun dress that came down to her
knees.
"Come in pets and line up in the living room," she said as she
pulled the door open.  We carefully walked into the house still
unsure of the high heels on our feet. Walking on carpet was
difficult and I didn't want to fall off balance.
The other girls were sitting on the couch and the recliner and
love seat. They had their competition black boots on. I think
they were getting used to wearing them.  I could smell the musky
scent of pre-teen cunt. It was strong in the room and I knew the
others could smell it too: the girls were excited about
something.
"On your knees before each one of us," Angie said as she spread
her legs.  Karen sat down on the love seat next to Stacey.  All
the girls had their legs spread. I knelt down in front Karen.
As we got into position Megan added, "When I say "switch" you are
to move to the mistress on your right."
"Chin on the cushion, Baby Girl, come scoot a little closer,"
Karen coaxed me. When I was in the right position I was staring
at her nine year-old hairless cunt that was oozing juices. I
breathed deep taking in the heavenly smell.  The girl draped her
dress over my head onto my shoulders, just like Angie had done at
home, and the smell intensified.  She rested her hand on top of
my head.
"Okay, practice has started," announced Megan. "Our first order
of business is the sign and body language for the obstacle
course."
Zoe wanted to flap her uniform up hem and down to signify the
chute obstacle. The problem as Angie saw it was that the crowd
would get a glimpse of their pussies. Stacey agreed with Angie,
stating that their pussies should only shared amongst the team
and no outsiders. Karen liked the idea of flashing the crowd plus
she thought it would inspire the pets. Megan agreed with Angie
and Stacey that their pussies should held in special regard by
the pets and that needless flashing of it would diminish that
appeal.
"Switch!" Megan said.
I moved to my right sticking my head between Stacey's thighs. She
was very wet also, fuck I think all the girls were wet as we
were. At least I know I was. Gawd how I wanted a little taste of
her, a little flick of my tongue over her slit.
"So for the cross-over obstacle we hold up a finger or fingers
that will tell the pet which board to go up and which to go
down," Angie said.  The girls all agreed to this. For the tunnel
Megan suggested make an "O" with their right finger and thumb and
using the index finger on the left hand to point in and out of
the "O". The girls loved the idea.
"Switch!"
I quickly scooted to my right and put my head between Megan's
thighs.  She had the most mature cunt so far.  At sixteen, Mary
would have fucked her already which was a mother's right when her
daughter turned sixteen. But she had a slightly different smell
to her cunt which maybe was a sign of her maturity. Megan
carefully draped her dress over my head and shifted her weight a
little which moved her cunt closer to my mouth.
"I got it," said Karen.
"What?" the other girls replied.
"For the chute obstacle we rub our right thigh under our uniform
thus not exposing our pussies."
"Hmm, that would certainly get our pets to pay attention to us!"
Zoe said and the girls burst out laughing.  Megan put both her
hands on my head and rubbed a little.  Oh how that felt good!
The girls were in agreement about rubbing their right thigh to
indicate the chute.
 It was strange being on my knees with my head between the girl's
thighs. I felt comfortable being in that position and I wondered
if the others felt it too?
"For the A-frame we stand with our legs apart and put our hands
on our hips," Angie said and once more the girls agreed.
"What about the dog walk?" Megan asked as she gently rubbed the
top of my head again, each rub bringing my nose within an inch of
her weeping cunt.
There was silence for a little bit.
"Switch!"
I pulled my head out from Megan's thighs and scooted to my right.
Angie was sitting on the couch.  I put my head between her thighs
and she draped her dress over my head.
"I know," Angie said as she sat forward little bit.  In a
nonchalant way Angie put gently put her hand behind my head
pulling in closer to her cunt.  Her belly was touching my
forehead as she leaned forward in excitement. "I think we should
put our left arm on top of our right arm."
That's my girl!
The girls agreed to the sign and Angie sat back on the couch but
left her hand behind my head. I was almost touching her cunt with
my nose.
"The last one, the teeter totter," Megan announced.
Angie ever so nonchalantly pulled her right leg up on the arm of
the couch thus stretching her cunt in front of me.  Her labia
spread open and the fragrance of her musky cunt invaded nostrils.
I caught a glimpse of her wet red tunnel, her muscles pulsing
slightly, stretching sticky strands of cunt cream between the
walls. I breathed deep again, lost in a sort of heaven of aroma.
"Switch!"
I reluctantly pulled my head out from between Angie's thighs and
scooted to my right. Zoe had her legs open and was smiling at me.
As soon as I put my head in she draped her dress over me. She
scooted forward a little with caused my nose to bump into her
cunt. I pulled my head back a little but she put her hand behind
my head and held me in place. Oh my gawd, my nose was on her
cunt, actually touching her cunt, and I felt her wetness on its
tip. The thought occurred to me if the others had their nose on
her cunt. I bet they did.
"How about we sway back and forth," Stacey offered. The girls
thought about it. Zoe ever so slightly wiggled her hips which
caused her cunt to rub my nose. Please do that again I screamed
in my mind.
"How about we cross our legs," Karen offered.
"Hmm, right over left or left over right?" Megan asked.
"Right over left," Angie replied.
"How `bout it girls?" Megan asked. The girls agreed. "Okay next
lesson," Megan said. As I got ready to move back from Zoe she
quickly pushed my head forward which caused my nose to split her
labia and let go. I had pre-teen girl cum on the tip of my nose,
and for a second I wished I was a real dog so that I could lick
my nose.
Zoe lifted her dress and pushed me away. She swung her leg over
with her foot hitting me in the side of the head.  She didn't
even look at me when she stood up.
"Over here pets," Megan said clapping her hands. "Warm up time!"
We lined up in the dining room with the girls in front of us. 
Zoe quickly stepped in front of me smiling.  I was a little
nervous looking at her.  She slapped the right side of my face,
not very hard then slapped the left side of my face. That got my
attention.
"Stand still, bitch!" she said as she stepped up to me. "Don't
look at me."
I was looking straight ahead as the thirteen year-old pulled my
nipples.  Zoe ran her tongue over her lips with a look of
concentration. I tried to hold still has she pulled until finally
she let go. Zoe stepped forward again putting her left arm around
my waist with her hand on my lower back as she lowered her right
hand to my crotch. She rubbed her hand up and down my slit.
"Hmm, Baby Girl, nice and wet for me," she smiled as she opened
her mouth and gently bit down on my left nipple, rolling it
between her teeth and tongue.  Oh, man, that was something new.
I slowly started to move my hips in rhythm to her rubbing my
crotch. "Stand still bitch!" she hissed. Zoe moved her fingers
down my slit to between my pussy and anus and rubbed me again.
"Time!" Megan yelled as the other girls stepped back and Zoe
reluctantly stepped back from me. There we were naked except for
our white lace garter belts, white thigh stockings and pink
stiletto's on.  Our mistresses stood before us in their black
knee boots and sun dresses looking at Megan. "Uniforms on!" Megan
announced.
We went back outside and undressed then put our uniforms on. 
"Come on pets, you're too slow! Hurry up!" Stacey yelled.
We crawled into the living room. Megan ordered us to "Sit". So we
lined up in our sitting position facing the girls. Zoe said
"Stay" so we got on all fours. "Beg" Karen said so we got into
the sitting position and did our best impression of wagging our
tongue and tail. Angie got up and went to the kitchen as we were
ordered to sit, stay and beg. She returned with a handful of
doggie treats.  Angie tossed a treat in front of each us and sat
down. We ignored the treats as we concentrated on sitting,
staying and begging.
After a couple of minutes Stacey said, "Eat!"  We quickly got on
all fours using our teeth to grab the treat. We sat back and
chewed. The girls watched us and complemented us on our good
behavior.  We all wagged our tails.
"Wetness check!" Megan announced. What? What the hell is a
wetness check?
"Stay!" Megan said as she got up from the sofa. The other
mistresses followed her lead. We were on all fours when the
mistresses walked around behind us. I felt fingers running over
my cunt then worming their way inside my cunt.  Oh fuck that felt
soooo good that I wanted to move.
"Our dogs are nice and wet," Angie announced. I wonder whose
fingers were probing around the inside of me?
"Good, so far they are enjoying themselves," Stacey added. "A wet
cunt makes for a happy dog." The other girls laughed.  Damn it
felt good.
"Next lesson," Megan announced.  "Come doggies, out back."
We followed the mistresses to the back porch. Megan handed four
brightly colored tennis balls to Angie, Stacey, Karen and kept
one for herself. "We will toss four balls out to the yard. You
will try and get a ball for yourself and bring it back to us. The
one who does not get a ball will be punished by Zoe. The method
of punishment will be the cattle prod."
Oh fuck! The five of us looked at each other. Barb was about to
protest but Cindy very slightly shook her head.
"Line up along the edge of the porch," Megan ordered us. "In the
sit position."
We sat in the position staring straight ahead.  I was nervous and
my heart was pounding. I sure as hell don't want to get zapped by
Zoe and I'm sure the others thought the same thing.
"When we toss the balls you will wait for the command to fetch.
If you move before the word fetch you will be punished. You will
bring the ball back but not drop it until ordered to do so. You
will be in the sit position when you return," Megan explained.
"Bark if you understand."
"Arf!" was our reply.
"Very good," Megan smiled as she stepped behind us.  We saw four
balls tossed out in front of us.  We sat there patiently waiting
for the command.
 "Fetch!" Karen yelled out.
I immediately took off for the green ball that was almost in
front of me.  Cindy was to my right and she also was heading for
the same ball. I bumped her out of the way as I went down with my
head to pick-up the ball with my teeth.  The girls were cheering
us on.
I turned around and headed for the porch. I quickly got into the
sit position with the ball in mouth. Barb, Mary and Maggie each
had ball in their mouths.
"Peaches, come up here," Megan ordered.  Cindy was behind us so
we couldn't see what was going on. "Come Peaches, get up here."
Megan said again.
Cindy still didn't move. "Mom, get your ass up here now!" Stacey
ordered. I could hear crying behind me. I don't blame her.
"Damn it, Peaches!" Stacey said as she stomped out to the yard. 
She pulled her mom by her dog collar onto the porch in front of
us. Yep, she was crying alright.
"You're just making it harder on yourself, Peaches," Zoe smiled
as she walked up to Cindy. She had that look in her eye, one we'd
seen before, and we knew that Cindy was in trouble. "Now sit."
Cindy slowly went to the sit position tears running down her
face. I felt terrible about bumping her out of the way but she
would've done the same to me.
Zoe stood in front of Cindy looking down at her. Karen had gotten
a blind fold from one of gym bags on the porch and tied it around
Cindy's head.
Zoe casually moved the cattle prod around Cindy's left breast
then she zapped her left nipple. Cindy jumped but didn't say
anything. Zoe waited for a long minute then zapped her right
nipple. Cindy jumped again but didn't say anything.
Angie took the blind fold off of Cindy. "Go on, get in line
again," she ordered Peaches.
Megan got up from one of the chairs. "Drop!" we dropped the balls
to the porch.
Angie, Megan, Karen and Stacey picked up the balls and tossed
them into the yard.  We were still facing them and not the yard.
With eager looks on our faces we waited for the command.
"Fetch!" Angie said.
We turned around quickly crawling onto the grass. I saw an orange
ball near the edge of the lawn so I headed for that. Barb was to
my left and she saw the same ball.  I bumped her and made a lunge
for the ball. I picked up the ball but Barb bumped into me
knocking the ball out of my mouth, I didn't have a very good grip
on it. Barb went down picking the ball up with her mouth but I
reached with my arm and knocked the ball out of her mouth. I
almost jumped on the ball with my body but managed to get a good
bite on it this time. Barb jumped on my shoulders with her body.
I could feel her breasts pressing down my back which felt strange
then she grabbed my collar with her teeth trying to shake my head
but I held onto the ball. I managed to shake her off of me and
scamper back to the porch.  The girls were laughing and clapping
at our performance.  I felt a perverse sense of accomplishment as
I sat there in front of the girls, a smile on my face as I held
the ball in my mouth. Angie came up and patted my head, Karen
scratched me behind the ears, all of them said, "Good girl!" I
flexed my ass cheeks wagging my tail.
Barb came up on the porch her tail between her legs. Karen put
the blindfold on her as Barb sat in the sitting position. She
zapped on her right nipple then waited a long minute and zapped
her left nipple. Barb whimpered.
"Drop!" Megan ordered. We dropped the balls on the porch. The
girls picked them up again tossing them into the yard. The
mistresses sat down on the patio furniture when Stacey yelled
out, "Fetch!" we turned as a group and took off into the yard.
Mary and Maggie argued with each other over the ball. "No its
mine, bitch!" Mary said. "Fuck you bitch!" Maggie retorted.
Both of them were staring each other down so that when Angie came
across with a cane in her hand they didn't see her coming.
[SMACK], [SMACK] Angie wielded the cane on their ass cheeks. Both
of them yelped.
"Bad doggies, no talking!" Angie said with anger.  She hit them
again but Mary leaned over and picked up the ball.  Mary
scampered out of the way but Maggie didn't move.
Cindy, me and Barb were on the porch with our balls as Mary came
up.  Maggie crawled up slowly with Angie trailing her.  Karen put
the blindfold on Maggie as Zoe stepped up. After what seemed like
several minutes, zap, on Maggie's left nipple then a short wait,
zap on her right nipple.
As Maggie got into line Megan stood up. "No talking stupid
doggies. If you talk again all of you will be punished. You can
make any noises you want but we better not hear talking. Now
drop!"
We dropped the balls and the girls got up again.  Karen wanted a
turn with the cattle prod but Stacey had a better idea. "Instead
of zapping their nipples why don't we zap the little area between
their anus and cunt?"
Huh? I thought. What's that area called, peri something or other?
Zoe thought it was great idea, Karen wanted to be the first do
it, Angie giggled but she agreed and Megan shrugged her
shoulders. She thought we had a better attention span when our
nipples were zapped but she agreed to go along with the new
choice.
Fuck this I didn't want to be the first to be zapped this way.
"This should make them try harder," smiled Stacey. As if we
weren't trying hard enough.
The girls threw the balls into the yard again.  We sat there
eagerly waiting the command.
"Fetch!" Angie ordered.
We turned around and dashed into the yard looking for a ball.  I
went for the green one with Barb beside me.  Barb growled at me.
"Grrrr!" I almost laughed until I saw the girls standing on the
porch watching us.  "Grrr!" I replied.
I grabbed the ball first with Barb trying to grab it out my mouth
by putting her mouth on mine. It probably looked like we were
kissing.  The girls were cheering us on as I pulled away from
Barb and scampered to the porch.
Barb sat there in the yard her tail between her legs. I felt
sorry for her but not enough to let her win.
"Come on Foofu, this won't hurt, it will only be one zap instead
of two," Karen said as she tapped the cattle prod in her hand.
Barb had tears in her eyes as she reached the porch. I knew she
wanted to protest to the girls but smart enough not to.
"Stay!" Karen ordered her. She bent down behind Barb and spread
her ass cheeks. "Wow, look at this, guys."
The others came over asking, "What?" They all looked and smiled
and giggled. Angie whistled a little. "Damn, this bitch is wet!"
Megan said.
"Damn right!" Zoe replied, "She's my mom!"
Barb turned several shades of red as her body gave her away to
the girls. Hell if we were all checked the rest of us would show
the same thing, wetness.
The girls stepped back as Karen put the end of the cattle prod
between Barb's ass cheeks.  I could see Barb tense up. "Relax,
Foofu, this isn't going to hurt but if you must make a sound make
it a doggie one." Karen said.
The nine year-old held the cattle prod between Barb's anus and
cunt waiting . I'm sure the suspense was killing Barb. Karen
looked at the others and nodded her head. [ZAP]
"ARF!" Barb responded as she jumped forward looking over her
shoulder.
For the next hour the girls had us running back and forth in the
backyard retrieving the tennis balls. They passed the cattle prod
around as they took turns zapping us. I was zapped three times
between my ass cheeks. It hurt like hell but it made me try
harder.
"Come on doggies, try harder!" the girls would encourage us
before each throw. Finally Megan brought out one water bowl
setting it on the porch. The five of us eyed the bowl panting
between our exertions.
"Sit!" Megan ordered. We sat back on our heels looking straight
ahead. "Drink!"
Cindy was the first to the water bowl. Maggie, Mary, Barb and I
kind of crawled around her waiting for our turn.  When Cindy was
finished the four of us bumped heads and girls laughed. Mary got
her face into the bowl next.  As Mary was drinking Stacey went up
to her mom who was in the sitting position and scratched behind
her ears.
"Good girl, yes you are. Trying so hard to please me," Stacey
cooed in a baby talk voice.
"Arf!" Cindy replied as she wagged her tail back and forth on the
patio.
Mary was finished so I bumped Maggie and Barb out of the way to
start drinking the water. The level of water was getting low.
I drank my fill and backed away from the bowl.  Maggie and Barb
looked at each other and growled. Both were flushed. Maggie
pushed Barb out of the way. Barb sat there with a dejected look
on her face.  The girls were relaxing on the patio chairs
watching us.
When Maggie was finished Barb finally got to lap up what was left
of the water.  We returned to our sitting position waiting for
the next exercise.
"Coach Wagner wants us to practice the herding again. Line up ass
to face," Megan ordered as she clapped her hands.  "Foofu first,
Peaches second, then Dinky Pooh, then Cricket and Baby Girl. 
Hurry up bitches!"
The other mistresses were getting the leashes. "Do we use the
riding crop or the cane on the bitches?" Karen asked.
"Let's use the rolled-up newspaper," Stacey said.
"Hmm," Megan said. "Let's use the riding crops."
The girls pulled our tails out and tossed them on the floor. I
put my face into Maggie ass as Angie clipped my leash to my
collar and put the blindfold around my head. "Very good, Baby
Girl!" Angie said as she patted me on the head. I breathed deep
taking in Maggie's musky smell. I was already wet from our
practice but I was wetter now that I had my nose in Maggie's
anus. I controlled my impulse to lick her. I thought I could get
away with it because Angie wouldn't notice with my face buried
between Maggie's cheeks.
Angie had a good grip on my leash. "Okay girls check to make sure
their noses are properly planted in the anus," Megan said
standing over her mother Dinky Pooh third in line. Angie kneeled
beside me and looked closely at the placement of my nose. I felt
stupid with my nose touching Maggie's anus and my daughter
checking me out. She put her left hand on top of my head and
pushed me down a little more.
"Make sure your nose tight in there, Baby Girl," Angie said as
she stood up.
For the next hour we followed each other around the house. Angie
would smack my left side with the riding crop each time I lifted
my head a little from Maggie's anus. My neck was straining so I
knew the others were straining also. Zoe brought Foofu around to
my anus so now we were in a circle. Around and around we went.
The girls were smacking us as we slobbered on each other's cunts.

"Okay, pets, sit," Megan said. Thank goodness, Maggie's was
getting a little sweaty. As we sat back on our heels Megan
announced, "Practice is over pets. Put your shoes, stockings and
garters on and meet us in the living room. Hurry now."
We quickly got undressed and then got dressed in our new outfits.
We avoided saying anything about the herding exercise and
smelling each other's anuses. I wondered if we were going to
change into our clothes to drive home.
"Hurry up pets!" Angie yelled.
I was the first one into the living. The others followed me
lining up on either side of me.
"Okay, in a circle facing each other," Megan instructed as she
got up from the couch. We made a tight circle facing each other.
"Now bend over. I want your arms on the shoulders of the pet next
to you." We kind of backed up a little and as we bent over. I put
my right arm over Cindy and my left arm over Barb. They did the
same to me.  We were like in a huddle.
"This will be a reinforcement punishment pets. It is to remind
you of your status. You will receive one swat on your ass from
each of us. We will walk around the circle giving you one swat.
You will yell the number of the swat and say `I will obey my
mistress' after each swat. Understand?" Megan asked.
"Yes mistress," we replied. I clenched my teeth. I hope this
doesn't hurt.
"Oh, and one more thing pets, look up at each other. If we see
you looking down at the floor we will add another round of swats.
I want to see each of you looking at each other. You are a team,
take this mild punishment as a team and learn from it and grow
with it. Understand?"
"Yes mistress," we replied again.
The girls left the living room but soon returned. I could hear
swishing sounds. Ah fuck the cane. The girls lined up behind us.
[SWAT] ouch! "One, I will obey my mistress," we said.
The girls took two steps around us.
[SWAT] fuck! "Two, I will obey my mistress," we said. I could see
Mary biting her lip. She didn't like the cane either.
The girls moved around behind us.
[SWAT] damn! "Three, I will obey my mistress," we said. Maggie
had tears in her eyes but we kept looking at each other.
The girls moved again around us.
[SWAT] fuck! "Four, I will obey my mistress." My neck was
straining a little bit but I didn't look down.
[SWAT] yes it's over. "Five, I will obey my mistress." I could
relief on the faces of Maggie, Mary and the others.
The girls sat down on the couch, love seat and recliner. "Since
you have behaved yourselves during this practice you can pick
which one of us you want put your head between our thighs," Megan
smiled. "This is your reward for a good training day."
I quickly went to Zoe. I went to her because she was the one who
let my nose touch her little cunt. I wanted that again. I felt
like a fool as I scurried over to her kneeling in front of her. 
She spread her thighs and lifted her sun dress. I looked at her
and blushed. She was smiling like she knew what I wanted. Hell,
what we all wanted. I put my chin on the couch seat and scooted
forward only mere inches from the goal.  I breathed deep as she
draped her dress over me. Thank goodness we didn't switch but we
got to breath in beautiful cunt smells for at least fifteen
minutes.
While we were on our knees being rewarded the girls talked about
the first week of school. The older girls teasing Karen about how
easy she had it in elementary school and just wait until middle
school Zoe and Angie said. They laughed and giggled about boys
and teachers all the while swishing their canes back and forth.
They were bonding as a team.
Listening to the girls I felt ignored and I'm sure the others did
to. I mean we're part of the team also, right? Every now and then
Zoe would shift her weight which moved her cunt closer to me and
other times moving her cunt away from me.
As I got into the car half hour later I looked over at Angie. 
She was waving at the girls as they left. I clutched the steering
wheel, my heart pounding with what I wanted to ask her.
Angie looked at me and I melted, I could ask her, fuck, she's my
daughter and I'm asking her permission to masturbate? I looked
straight ahead.
"You look like you wanted to ask me something, mom?" Angie asked
in her sweetest voice.
Come Kathy do it, I said. Just fucking ask her. I gripped the
steering wheel tighter as the car started down the street. Fuck!
You fucking scaredy-cat!
"I think your training is going good, don't you think?" Angie
smiled.
"Yes mistress," I replied looking straight ahead.
"It's nice to see you pets cooperating with the training."
I nodded my head.
Later that evening Angie had me walking back and forth in the
hallway with my new stiletto heels. She wanted me to get used to
them. I don't know where Bill was nor did I care too much. Angie
was here.
"Come to the living room, pet," Angie yelled from the recliner.
I walked into the room and stood just off to her side as she
watched live streaming TV.
I stood there in my stilettos, thigh high stockings and garter
belt that was clipped to the stockings.
Angie was nervously looking at me. "You haven't cum all week
which is very good of you."
I was nervous too. "Yes mistress"
"I was thinking of letting you masturbate to relieve some of that
pressure." Angie was still looking at me. I could see sweat
breaking out on her upper lip.
"Baby Girl thanks you, mistress." Fuck at last!
"But only if I watch you masturbate and cum," Angie smiled a
nervous smile. I could smell her, her excitement.
"Baby Girl thinks that masturbation is a private activity,
mistress."
"I know that, pet, but I have to get to know every inch of your
body and watching you masturbate will help that."
"Yes mistress," I could tell Angie was nervous and was doing her
best to hide it. It wasn't really embarrassment, it was more than
that, a sort of sexual anxiety. She wanted to watch. She wanted
to share my pleasure.
"So if you want to relieve yourself through masturbation with me
watching then I will take Miss Clamp off your cunt. If not, you
and Miss Cane have five reinforcement punishments before bedtime.
You decide," she said as she turned in the chair to face the TV.
I stood there. Angie was watching TV. I cleared my throat. "Um,
where would mistress like Baby Girl to relieve herself." Gawd
damn I was so ashamed asking my daughter if I could relieve
myself.
"Right here," Angie pointed at the floor next to the recliner.
I nodded my head and stepped over to where she had pointed. This
was an awkward situation. "Come here, mom, so I can take the
clamp off," Angie said as she put her right hand out.
I stepped over to the chair, my crotch at about the same level
she was sitting. Angie reached up with both hands.  Her left hand
fingers spread my labia as her index finger and thumb took hold
of the clamp on my clit. As she pulled I groaned and moved my
hips backward in response to her pulling me forward.
"Stay still!" Angie said looking up at me. "Or I can't get the
clamp off."
I bit my lip and balled my fists as I nodded my head. Angie
tugged and pulled at my clit as she worked the clamp. Her fingers
worked my labia back and forth. I was going to cum right there.
It was almost as if she was doing it on purpose. I had tears in
my eyes it felt so good.
Angie was turned sideways in the recliner with a look of
concentration on her face. Her middle finger of her left hand
poked into my cunt hole as her ring finger and index finger kept
my labia spread. Her thumb and index finger of her right hand
worked the clamp back and forth. Fuck it! I closed my eyes,
leaned forward a little, put my hands on my thighs and rubbed
myself on her fingers.
"Oh gawd, Ohhhh, fuuuckk! Hmmmm, Yessss! Fuuucckkk mmeeeee!" I
moaned as I rotated my hips on her fingers. I was cumming! I was
dancing on the end of my daughter's lovely fingers. I clenched my
hands and toes as I rubbed up and down and back and forth on her
fingers.
"Ohhhh! Aaahhhhh! Fuucckk! Yessss!" I groaned with my eyes still
shut.
And then I came, a wonderful rolling wave of pleasure that filled
my body like a tsunami of lust, washing over my jerking muscles,
as my cunt clenched and spasmed around my daughter's fingers, and
my cream pumped from me, over her hand and down my thighs. I kept
moving against her fingers, slowing slightly as the aftershocks
pulsed through me, my breathing stopped, my legs trembling with
the impact.
As I slowed down I opened my eyes and Angie was looking at me
with an amazed look on her face. She was holding the clamp in her
right hand but I still felt her left hand on my cunt her middle
finger still in the hole. I looked down and saw my spend hanging
from the back of her hand in long glistening trails of goo.
I was red faced and ashamed as she stared at me. I didn't know
what to say. I steadied myself and stood up straight with my
hands at my sides. She still had her left hand on my cunt. I
don't think Angie knew what to say either.
"Um," was all she said. I think she was as surprised as I was at
my outburst, at the desperation of my cum. But I could smell her
arousal. She was just as excited as I was. For a second I wanted
her to have what I had had, to lean her back and open her legs
and finger her little cunt until she pulsed like I had, but I
knew instinctively that I could not: this was my reward, for
being a well behaved pet.
She slowly removed her fingers from my sensitive cunt. I could
see more of my slime on them and I knew my clit was very
sensitive and swollen.
"Go stand facing the wall," Angie pointed. I was about to protest
but nodded my head. My legs were weak. Angie got out of the
recliner and went to the kitchen to wash her hands. I could still
smell her arousal hanging in the air.
I stood facing the wall for what seemed like an hour. Angie had
gone back to the recliner and was watching the TV show, and she
ignored me. Finally she hustled me upstairs and into bed. As I
lay there in the bed I wondered why her mood had changed so
suddenly.

Sunday:
Bill still wasn't home Sunday morning. The bastard. Angie untied
me from the bed and I washed up. She had my dog food out and a
fresh bowl of water. The wedding of Crystal Mitchell and Cherry
Mayfield was at noon time at the church. I was excited to go and
I think Angie was too.
Angie was having breakfast at the table as I knelt on the floor
eating premium puppy chow. The morsels were chewy and tasty.
"I think I will wear my competition boots and something black to
the wedding," Angie said out loud.
I lifted my head from the bowl and finished chewing. "Baby Girl
thinks that mistress should wear white for purity and innocence."
"Stop thinking Baby Girl," Angie replied as she reached out with
her foot and pushed my rear-end. "Didn't you hear? Black is the
new white."
That hurt my feelings when she said to stop thinking. Sometimes I
think we are bonding and then she pulls this attitude on me.
We're a team. I go back to eating out of the bowl.
Afterwards I go outside and relieve myself on the plants in the
garden. Hell they look better already. Fuck there's another of
that Dane's shit on the lawn. I wish he would dump somewhere
else, fucking dog.
"Baby Girl upstairs!"
I hurry in the kitchen door and up the stairs to the bedroom.
"On the floor on your back with your legs pulled back. Pubic hair
inspection," she smiles.
I turn several shades of red as I lay on the floor. Angie kneels
between my thighs and rubs my lips with her fingers. "That was
really beautiful what you did last night, mom," Angie cooes as
she uses her palm and fingers to check for stubble.
"Thank you mistress" I breath out, trying unsuccessfully to not
get wet.
She ran her fingers lightly over my vulva and labia creating
goose bumps.
"I have decided that if you want to masturbate and cum then you
must ask me to masturbate you," Angie said averting her eyes.
"Mistress?" I asked lifting my head and looking at her.
"I... I liked what we did last night. Even though it was an, an
accident, it was still beautiful and I am going to be a part of
it."
"Yes mistress," Angie was clearly nervous about being demanding
of something so personal like masturbation, but I felt an
unbelievable, perverted thrill run through me and my cunt oozed.
"That ointment the vet girls used did a pretty good job
eliminating hair stubble," Angie said changing the topic as she
lightly ran her fingers over my crotch.
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl has been looking at her, um, cunt,
everyday and notices that there is no hair stubble."
She ran her fingers down to my anus and traced circles around it.
"Do you need to, um, cum again?" Her eyes looked hopeful.
I was still looking at her. She looked at me as she put her left
hand on my cunt again. Ahhh that felt so damn good!
When I didn't answer right then she said, "You know, mother, I
have to get to know your body and its rhythms and this is a
perfect way for me to learn about you."
I just nodded my head as she continued. "You have to ask me,
mother, ask me to masturbate you," she said with an excited voice
as she worked her middle finger into my cunt. Gawd, I could smell
her arousal, I could smell mine. She was excited and I was
nervous.
I threw all caution to the wind. "Please Angie masturbate me," I
almost whispered.
"Ask me correctly," she smiled.
"Please Mistress Angie, Baby Girl wants you to masturbate her."
"Very good, pet," Angie replied as she put her right hand at the
top of vulva and gently pushed down while the fingers of her left
hand worked my cunt.
I started moving my legs back and forth. "Hold your legs, pet, I
don't want to be hit." She whispered as she concentrated on
putting her fingers in me.
I grabbed my thighs with both hands as I moved my hips back and
forth. My daughter leaned over a little and blew onto my clit.
Fuck that's hot! Then she put her ring finger and her middle
finger into my cunt, in and out, and her index finger on my clit
rubbing it back and forth.
"Uuuugghhh!" I moaned. I was so hot and horny from not coming all
week plus being manipulated by the girls at practice that I was
already on the edge.
"Cum for me pet," she whispered. "Give me a cum!"
"Oooohh, fuuucckkk! Yessss!" I groaned.
Angie was getting into it now. Her fingers were working back and
forth in my cunt and my clit was being flicked back and forth
with her index finger.
"Your cunt belongs to me, pet, give me your cum," she said
louder. "Give me your cum, Baby Girl!"
"Ohhh yeess! Ohhh gawd yeesss!" I moaned, and felt my cunt gush
around her fucking fingers.
I was coming in no time flat. I bucked my hips up and down and
clenched my toes and gritted my teeth. Angie giggled. "Yes, Baby
Girl, yes, that's it, give me your cum."
I could hear the squishy sounds of her fingers working my cunt
back and forth. I squirmed back and forth on the floor.
"Aaahhh fuuuck!" I said again as I spasmed on the floor. Her
right hand was pushing down me. I looked up at her. She had a
smile on her face as she slowed the pace of her finger fucking. I
was still holding my thighs as she stopped pumping me.
I laid my head back down and breathed out. "Very good, pet," she
said as she patted me on the stomach.
Slowly she pulled her fingers out of me and laid down next to me
on the floor. She brought her left hand up to my lips and I smelt
myself on her fingers. She ran her fingers over my lips so I
opened my mouth and sucked them in, tasting my cum and I heard
her moan softly.
"What do you say, pet?" she said after a little while.
"Baby Girl thanks you mistress," I breathed out. Man I felt good,
the afterglow and all that.
"You can ask me as often as you want, pet," Angie said as she
wiped her fingers on my breasts. She smiled at me and I smiled at
her.
Later that morning, she told me she was going to the bathroom and
ordered me to wait outside the door. She went in, leaving the
door slightly open, and as I stood outside, I heard her begin to
masturbate. I knew that she wanted me to know what she was doing,
and she made no attempt to disguise her arousal. The sounds were
unmistakable, the rhythmic squelching as her fingers fucked her
wet cunt, the growing pace of her breathing, and finally her
ecstatic moans as she came, her voice in that moment of pleasure
reminding me of how young she was. Oh I wanted to do that for her
but how do I ask? I fidgeted wondering how to get involved with
my daughter. I mean it was easy for her to masturbate and play
with me because of the competition, but outside of the
competition how do I make my wishes known, that I wanted to help
her, that I wanted to do the most perverted things with my
pre-teen daughter?
Angie came out of the bathroom with a smile on her face. She
looked relaxed as we walked back to the bedroom.
The wedding:
I pulled into the crowded parking lot of the White Redeemer
church in Climax where the ceremony would take place.  The
"Taking of the Anus" ceremony would take place at the church and
afterwards, the orgy was planned at Crystal's house where only
invited friends and family would witness the "Ceremony of the
Marital bed."
Out the front door of the church came two little girls in black
skin tight dominatrix dresses that came mid-thigh, wearing knee
high black "Yes Mistress" boots, chasing each other and laughing.
 Both little girls had blond hair that was permed into curls.  In
their little hands the girls had two foot long cattle prods that
they were waving around.
Angie smiled as she got out of the car.  "Must be friends of
little Cherry," she said as she got out of the car.
Eight year-old Cherry Mayfair and forty year-old year old Mrs.
Crystal Mitchell were going to have the marital bed rites today
and Dr. Julie Swan was going to preside over the ceremony.
It was an unwritten rule in Cherish Valley that married women who
had little lovers could give up their marital bed to their young
lovers if they so chose. By giving up the rights to her marital
bed the woman handed over the sexual power to the youngster. 
Married women had the right to their bedroom and marital bed,
which no girl or daughter could claim, but if the married woman
chose to give up her right to her bedroom and her marital bed she
was the only one who could make that decision.  It was rare that
the husband was aware if his wife had a young lover or that his
wife wanted to give up her rights to the bedroom and her marital
bed.  The married woman and youngster usually had their sexual
relations in the master bedroom only when the husband was out of
town or at work.  If the woman and youngster broke up, then the
marital rights to the bedroom and the bed reverted to the woman
again.
If a married woman decided to give up her rights to her bedroom
and her marital bed, then under unwritten rules within the female
community, she had to have two ceremonies with witnesses.  Dr.
Julie Swan, as part of her adult female psychology practice,
performed such the two ceremonies for the married women and her
daughter or young lover. The first ceremony was called "Taking of
the Anus" where the girl fucks the woman's anus with a strap-on
that she purchased for the girl.  The second ceremony was the
"Ceremony of the Marital Bed" where the woman went through a
ritual guided by Dr Swan in which she gave up her marital bed.
The first ceremony would be held at the church.
Mrs. Crystal Mitchell was a pre-school sex education teacher for
four year old boys and girls.  Little Cherry lived next door to
Crystal.  Crystal and the child met one day at Skimpy Clothes
when Cherry kept coming into the changing room that Crystal was
in, making comments on the clothes she was trying on.  Crystal
had admired the child before that fateful day in Skimpy Clothes.
She would secretly watch the eight year-old playing in the
backyard with her friends, rubbing her crotch as she fantasized
about licking and kissing Cherry's little brownie.
As Angie walked towards the church she was wearing the pre-teen
dominatrix dress.  It came with a black denim bustier with padded
bra and zipper back, collar closure, a garter belt and a short
denim mini-skirt.  She wore knee high boots with a four inch
heels and her hair was done in a ponytail.  The outfit was
marketed by Sir Denim.
I had picked out a pair of pink shorts with a white blouse that
had two buttons, one above my breasts and one below my breasts
and my new six inch stiletto heels that accented the muscles in
my calves. I still had trouble walking in the heels.  I felt like
my breasts threatened to pop out of the top of the dress.
As Angie and I walked in the front door, the church was crowded
with boys and girls and women who were probably mothers and
escorts.  The girls were wearing their dominatrix outfits and the
adult women were wearing white dresses that came mid-thigh with
black heels of varying heights.
I stood outside the front door of the White Redeemer looking
inside. I dipped my fingers in the porcelain bowl that was
located on either side of the front door.  The custom was that
adult females dip her fingers into the bowl and then put her
fingers in her mouth and lick off the liquid.  The liquid was
pee, the pee of young girls.  Each time the toilet flushed in the
little girl's room it would drain into the bowls.  The pee that
was in the bowl drained out as the fresh pee replaced it.  All
young girls who attended the church loved peeing into the
toilets, if only to flush it into the porcelain bowls.
I dipped my fingers into the bowl and stuck them in my mouth. 
Angie walked by the bowls looking for whoever she might know.  A
classmate of Angie's quickly came over and took her by the arm to
the far side of the church to gossip.
I looked around the church and saw Sheena Lee and Ashley Turner,
who were close friends of Crystal serving milk and cookies.
Sheena and Ashley were wearing small pink bras, pink thongs but
also black stockings that were secured by a pink garter belt
around their waists.  Both women also had their ankles secured by
a small chain which allowed them to take baby steps in their six
inch spiked heels.
I saw eight year-old Cherry standing the back of the church with
two of her friends.  She was wearing black fishnet stockings and
a one piece satin dominatrix dress.  The dress was tight enough
on the youngster that it showed her little nipples through the
fabric.
I walked over the Cherry to greet her. I knelt in front of her. 
"Hi, Cherry!" I smiled as I kissed both sides of her face. She
smiled at me, then put her hand under my chin raising it a
little.  "Hi, Mrs Woods, I am very happy you could be here with
Mrs. Mitchell today!" the eight year-old said as she gathered
spit in her mouth.  The youngster spat on my forehead. What the
fuck?  As I looked up at Cherry she smiled.  I could feel the
spit running down between my eyes and onto the bridge of my nose.
Both of the girls standing next to Cherry giggled.  "I hope I get
to fuck you today, Mrs Woods.  I would like to feel your cunt
wrapped around my strap-on!"
I wondered if the eight year-old could be rough during sex. "I
look forward to it Cherry," I smiled. I wondered how Crystal
could put up with the little girl. I stood up and wiped the
youngsters spit into my mouth with my index finger.  I wondered
what Angie had in mind for after the ceremony, if we were going
to Crystal's house or not.
"Mrs Mitchell is at the front of the church," offered Cherry as
she looked me up and down.
"Thank you Cherry," I smiled. As I walked down the aisle I
noticed handcuffs and ankle cuffs attached to the walls.  It was
said that during regular church services that mothers and
daughters who had been bad during the week were displayed along
the church walls nude.  Most mothers enjoyed being displayed
during church services because of the attention it gave them. I
would have to come here sometime to attend a sermon, plus it was
not unknown for young children to use the naked women for their
own enjoyment if the sermon was particularly boring.
I saw Crystal over on the left side of the alter talking to Mrs.
Stephanie Hurst, the preacher's wife. I knew Mrs. Hurst but not
her husband the reverend. The reverend looked after the spiritual
needs of the community.
Crystal was wearing a white wedding dress and a veil with a
couple of differences.  Crystal's nipples were showing through
the bust of the dress, neat little holes that had been cut out to
expose her pink nipples.  The lower part of the back of the dress
had also been cut and re-tailored so that only Crystal's rear end
was exposed.  Crystal looked nervous as she was talking to Mrs.
Hurst.  She kept moving the veil out of her way as she talked.
Mrs. Hurst looked like she was having fun.
Mrs. Hurst had her hands cuffed in front of her as she laughed
about something with Crystal.  She wore a nude colored string
bikini with little cloth patches that covered her nipples but
which left the rest of her breasts practically hanging out and
she had a tiny triangle patch over her clit.  Her hair was in a
ponytail and she wore a decorative dog collar with a green neon
leash that was draped casually over her left shoulder.  I
wondered who her date was.
As I walked towards the front of the church I noticed a strippers
pole behind the altar.  The White Redeemer was known for giving
pole dancing lessons to females young and old who wanted to learn
to be better dancers at the local strip clubs.  It was also used
to keep the interest of the congregation during longer sermons by
Reverend Hurst. It was well known that the reverend loved to have
his cock sucked while he stood at the podium. The podium was wide
enough to fit an adult woman inside it but the reverend loved to
have a mother daughter duo stuffed inside the podium sucking and
licking his cock, each one trying to outdo the other with her
enthusiasm because punishment awaited the one who was not
spirited enough.  But as for pole dancing during the sermons one
of the most famous church stripers was "The Nun" who striped at
the Young Girl club.  She carried a very high price for the young
girls who wanted to fuck her.
There was a group of women wearing sling shot bikinis standing in
the corner of the church. They were laughing at something as
little boys and girls ran around them playing tag. I had heard
that decorative and stylish string and sling shot bikinis were
accepted part of clothing attire at weddings.
"Hi, I'm Sheena Lee, would you like a cookie?" smiled Sheena as
she walked up to me with a tray of cookies in her hands.
"Hi, Sheena, I'm Kathy Woods," I replied taking a cookie from the
tray. Sheena Lee the movie star. I wondered who her date was.
"Looks like a pretty big crowd here today.  I really don't know
anybody here except Crystal Mitchell."
Sheena looked around.  "Yes, much bigger than what Crystal wanted
but I makes little Cherry happy which is the whole point isn't
it?"
I nodded my head, chewing on the cookie. I looked over at the
group of women in bikinis and several young boys were standing
behind the women kissing their ass cheeks. The women pretended
not to notice and the girls were giggling at the scene.
"Here, let me introduce you to Cherry's mother," Sheena said as
she took me by the elbow and steered me to a woman standing off
by herself.  The woman looked nervous as she watched the crowded
women and young girl's mill around the church. She wasn't
smiling.
"Mrs Mayfield, this is Mrs Woods.  Mrs Woods this is Mrs Mayfield
who is a stay at home mom," Sheena smiled as I shook hands with
the woman.  Mrs Mayfield's hands were sweaty and clammy.  The
woman was clearly nervous.
"Please to meet you, Mrs Mayfield," I smiled as I rubbed the palm
of my hand on my shorts.
"Likewise," Mrs. Mayfield replied.  She was wearing a white
blouse that had a bow tie at the neckline, a brown tweed skirt
that came to her knees and brown two inch pumps, her hair in a
neat bun on her head.  Mrs. Mayfield was a picture of
conservatism.
She looked me up and down. "So how do you know my little Cherry?"
Mrs. Mayfield asked as she looked at her young daughter laughing
and giggling at the back of the church with her friends. They
were all wearing short black dominatrix mini dresses with black
knee high boots. The girl either had a lot of friends or they
were her classmates.
"Um ,well, I don't know Cherry but I've known Mrs Mitchell for a
long time," I smiled looking around.
"Does Mrs Mitchell fuck you, Mrs Woods?" Mrs Mayfield said as she
looked right at me.
"Well, um, no," I was a little embarrassed by the question. "I'm
no lesbian."
"Well, my little Cherry doesn't make love to anyone, Mrs Woods,
she fucks them," the woman hissed as she looked around to see if
anybody was in ear shot.
"Well, I...." I started to say.
"You should hear the groans and yelling coming from Cherry's
bedroom when she has Mrs Mitchell over at our house.  An adult
woman yelping like that! Cherry and Mrs Mitchell waking her
father and me up at all hours of the night as we hear the
slapping of flesh and Mrs Mitchell crying for hours on end. We've
asked them several times to go to a hotel. Well at least now
Cherry and Mrs Mitchell can take their sordid fucking to her
house!"
Mrs Mayfield watched two girls run by us, chasing each other with
the cattle prods.  "Do you yelp and scream when a girl fucks you,
Mrs Woods?"  The question startled me, but before I could answer,
Mrs Mayfield continued, "I guess not looking at you.  You seem
like the kind of woman who would just take it from a little
girl!" Mrs Mayfield licked her lips as the two girls ran by
again.  "It is the moral decay of our society when adult women
let little girls run their life!"
I didn't want to get into a moral argument with Mrs. Mayfield,
especially on this special day.  I just nodded my head but
noticed her taking an interest in the two young girls. The woman
had her hands clasped in front of her, clasped tightly enough
that she had white knuckles.
She went on. "And what is it with this ceremony of an adult woman
giving up her rights to her marital bed to a youngster? I've
never heard of such a thing!" Mrs Mayfield hissed. "A woman's bed
is her own. It is a place where she should feel warm and
comfortable and safe from the outside world."
"It is one of the greatest gifts a woman can bestow on her young
lover," I offered.
"No, the greatest gift an adult woman can give a child is to
marry her but Mrs Mitchell is married already isn't she?" Mrs
Mayfield looked disappointed.
"Well today's ceremony is just like a marriage vow," I said.
Mrs Mayfield gave me an exasperated look. "If this were a proper
marriage ceremony, Mrs Woods, Mrs Mitchell would be taking the
last name of my daughter and little Cherry would move in with
her."
I knew I couldn't convince Mrs Mayfield of anything. "Well, I
suppose I should go and see Mrs Mitchell," I said wanting to get
away from the woman.
Mrs. Mayfield looked at me, and her eyes and demeanor softened. 
"So I suppose you have a little girl fucking you, Mrs Woods?"
That's an odd question I thought as I looked at the woman. "Um,
no, my lovely daughter, Angie, over there, takes care of my wants
and needs."
Mrs. Mayfield nodded as she looked at Angie talking with Penny
Anderson. Holly Anderson had arrived.
As I walked away from the woman Crystal turned to greet Holly,
and both women kissed on the lips.
"You look wonderful, Crystal!" Holly smiled at her friend. 
"Hello, Stephanie," Holly added, acknowledging the preacher's
wife.
"Hi, Holly," Stephanie replied licking her lips and giving Holly
a coy smile.
"Wow, there's a lot of people here today," Holly exclaimed as she
waved her hands around the church.
"Thanks! I'm nervous as hell!" Crystal smiled nervously.  "I
didn't want such a big turnout, but little Cherry can be
demanding sometimes."
"All kids can be demanding," Stephanie said.
"But it's so much fun that way," Holly laughed.
I walked up. "Hi Crystal!" I smiled. She and I kissed each other
on the cheeks.
"Hi, Kathy, so glad you could make it," Crystal said as she
stepped back from me.
"I wouldn't miss it," I replied. "Hi, Stephanie," and I shook
hands with Holly Anderson.
I hoped that they wouldn't ask me about the puppy competition. I
would be too embarrassed to answer the humiliating questions that
would surely to be asked.
"I see you met Mrs. Mayfield?" Stephanie said as she looked over
at the woman who was watching the same two girls run past her.
"Yes, she seems, I don't know, kind of uptight?" I replied as we
looked at the woman. One of the girls stopped in front of her
asking her a question. We could see Mrs Mayfield turn several
shades of red and fidget with her hands.  The youngster took off
running again.
"I think she really wants to have a relationship with a young
girl but is too embarrassed to admit it," Crystal added as she
rubbed her hands on her wedding dress. "Whenever Cherry has her
friends over she's always hovering around us. Sometimes when
Cherry has her bedroom door shut I think she is standing outside
it listening in."
"Well, she certainly needs an attitude adjustment!" Holly
giggled.  "Is she going to stay for the orgy afterwards?"
"I don't know.  She hasn't mentioned anything to Cherry," Crystal
said as looked about the church. Crystal turned to me. "Are you
and Angie going to the orgy at my house?"
"I think so," I replied looking over at Angie. I didn't want to
tell the ladies that it would be Angie's decision not mine if we
went to the orgy.
"Mrs. Peterson, you know, Kathy Peterson from the `Cooking with
Pee' show?  She and her daughter and some other friends are at my
house preparing pee drinks and finger foods." Crystal said.
Just then a side door at the back of the church opened and in
walked a young teen girl holding a leash.  Behind her came a
woman on the other end of it.
"Oh, my God, it's Dr. Stone," gasped Holly as she looked at the
woman walking in the door.
The church went silent as everybody stared at the teen and Dr.
Stone.  Dr Megan Stone was a psychologist. She had written
several books on the workings of the female mind, was a guest
lecturer at universities around the country and she and Dr Swan
had an on-going series about female humiliation. Dr. Stone had
her blonde hair spiked in different directions.  Her lips had
bright red lipstick with heavy rouge on her cheeks.  She was
wearing a white blouse with a dark tie and blue blazer.  She also
wore a short dark denim skirt with dark stockings.  Everybody
could see the garter belt clasps just under the skirt.  On her
feet were pink six inch heels.  Her daughter had purposely
dressed her mother for humiliation.
I had heard that Dr Stone had handed over her parental rights to
her daughter. I think I read somewhere in an interview she gave
that she said it was more liberating to give up her parental
rights to her daughter. Now she didn't have to worry about day to
day problems and decisions as her daughter took care of those for
her. I wondered if I had given up my parental rights to Angie by
joining this competition. I don't think I did as we would revert
back to our mother daughter roles. Right?
The teen strolled over Crystal.  "Hi, I'm Sandy Stone! Thank you
for inviting us!" the teen girl smiled.
Crystal gulped, "Your welcome, Sandy."  We looked Dr. Stone up
and down. The woman didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. Sandy
casually held her mother's leash in her left hand. Dr Stone
didn't say a word. "Um, this Mrs Hurst and this is Miss Holly
Anderson, sixth grade math teacher who is my maid of honor and
this Mrs Kathy Woods."
The teen smiled at us shaking our hands. She handed Crystal a box
that was gift wrapped.  "For later, after the ceremony!" the teen
smiled.
Just then the two little girls ran up.  "Dr. Stone, Dr. Stone,
come play with us!" one of them demanded.
Dr. Stone looked at her daughter who nodded.  She handed the
leash to one of the girls and looked at her mother.  "Don't get
dirty, mother!"
The two youngsters were laughing as they pulled at the leash as
Dr. Stone followed them out to the hallway. I briefly wondered
why a highly intelligent woman would willing subjugate herself to
her daughter but I felt ashamed of the thought as I looked at
Angie. An image of me crouching under the table worshipping at
the altar of her cunt flashed into my mind, and suddenly part of
me understood.
Sandy turned and smiled at Crystal.  "Well, let me find the lucky
girl and congratulate her on her big day!"
"You will be going to my house for the orgy afterwards?" Crystal
asked nervously.
"Of course, silly, we wouldn't miss it!" Sandy smiled as she
turned away. "That's all my mom has been talking about all week."

The back door of the sanctuary opened and Dr Julie Swan walked
in.  She was greeted with cheers and clapping.  For today's
ceremony she was wearing the female version of the priest's
uniform. She wore a black blouse that had only one button
buttoned which kept her breasts from being exposed.  Around the
neckline of the blouse was a white collar.  She wore a short
black mini-skirt with white stockings and black stiletto heels. 
Her blond hair was in its customary pigtails.
Dr Swan walked up to Holly and Crystal at the front of the
church.  "Excited, Crystal?" she asked as she kissed Crystal on
the lips.
"Mmm, very excited, Dr Swan!" Crystal replied as she kissed back.
Julie turned to Holly and kissed her on the lips.  "Hi, Holly,
glad you could be the maid of honor for Crystal!" she said as
they kissed.
"I wouldn't miss it," smiled Holly.
Dr Swan and I exchanged nods and shook hands. I had never met her
before but I had seen her pictures in advertisements and she had
several commercials on TV. Well the advertisements really didn't
show her but more her anus, but I recognised her voice. The
doctor was famous for her anus from which her fame and fortune
came.
"Where's the lucky little girl?" Dr Swan asked looking around the
church.
"Standing over there," Crystal said pointing to the back of the
church. Cherry was surrounded by her friends.
"Let me say hi to the youngster then we can start the ceremony,"
smiled Dr Swan.  As she walked down the aisle most of the girls
and women stopped her to shake her hand or to ask her questions.
When she got to the back of the church the crowd girls moved away
a little bit. Dr Swan knelt down in front of Cherry and kissed
her on the lips.
Mrs Hurst, Holly, Crystal and I watched the doctor as she and
Cherry laughed at some joke or other.  Then Dr Swan leaned
forward again and kissed the youngster on the lips a second time.
Cherry put her hands behind Dr Swan's head and held her as they
kissed. Cherry's friends who were standing there giggled and put
their hands to their mouths.
Dr. Swan stood up and walked back to the altar to began her
sermon. Holly, Mrs Hurst and I sat down on the front row pew. The
audience found their seats and. Angie came up and sat next to me
in the front row. Crystal was standing at the front of the altar
to the right and Cherry had come up and stood to her left with a
big smile on her face. Both of them were facing Dr Swan who was
facing the audience.
Two little boys came running up to the front and sat down on
either side Mrs Hurst. They were wearing nothing but a nude
colored swim shorts and both had bulges. Mrs Hurst kissed the top
of the heads of both boys ruffling their hair and smiled at me. I
knew she didn't have kids of her own.
Mrs Mayfield was sitting in the left front pew with the girls
from Cherry's class. She looked very uncomfortable sitting there
at the end of the pew with about a dozen girls in dominatrix
dresses sitting to her left. I'd have given anything to see Mrs
Mayfield thrown into a room with the little girls; I was wet just
thinking about it. Angie put her arm around my shoulder and
pulled me in closer.
Dr Swan cleared her throat. "One of the biggest advancements in a
young girl's sexual lifestyle has been the willing submission of
the adult female.  This activity has done more to liberate little
girls in their sex play than the whip, paddle or even the
strap-on. Why? Because of the implications of the social and
psychological factors that play on the adult female mind.  Now
the girl is the one wielding superiority in the bedroom. Now the
young girl is the one who is the giver of pleasure." Dr Swan
paused and clasped her hands in front of her.
Cherry and Crystal were looking at each other.
"Submission to little girls is sex of the psyches. Why do women
love it so? That is a great and an important question for Mrs
Crystal Mitchell.  Many adult women love doing it because of the
mental stimulation and the physical pleasure that it provides for
them. There is an incredible power exchange that takes place
between a girl and a woman during domination and submission
activities and the mental stimulation for the woman usually
exceeds any rush that physical discomfort the youngster puts the
woman through can provide. It makes for great sex for the
youngster."
The audience in the church was silent. I leaned forward a little
bit looking past Angie to Mrs Hurst.  The two boys were now
sitting on each thigh leaning forward sucking on a nipple. She
had her hands behind their heads pushing them into her breasts.
She smiled and winked at me. I turned red in the face and leaned
back into the pew, safe in Angie's arms.
"Women find this activity liberating for the social statement
that it makes. Domination play with girls strips the woman of her
authority which causes the woman to surrender her body and her
will over to her young female aggressor. A girl as young as five
can sense the woman she is dominating giving up resistance and
she senses her melting into submission. This is an incredible
power rush to the youngster. One of the benefits of this activity
that usually lasts for some time after the activity is finished
is the woman who submits to this activity has a hard time being
the adult figure around the dominant girl. She is usually meek
and submissive to the girl outside of the bedroom after this
activity. Mrs Mitchell, during our counseling sessions this week,
indicated to me that this happens to her all the time after her
playtime with Cherry."
Crystal looked at Dr Swan giving her a look of "How could you say
that?" Aren't doctor patient relationships supposed to be
confidential? Cherry giggled putting her hands to her mouth.
Crystal turned several shades of red when the audience giggled
along with her.
Dr Swan did have a point because that sounded familiar, I
thought, in my situation but I still felt humiliated for Crystal.
"Domination and submission play is a power exchange and it has
nothing to do with becoming a lesbian which is why married women
like Mrs Mitchell find it so exciting." Dr Swan smiled at Crystal
who was still red in the face. "Quite the contrary, this activity
is about the empowering of the young girl as they unleash another
level of their previously dormant power. Domination and
submission play between a woman and a girl is about psychological
sex as it is the mental stimulation that causes both parties to
issue a power exchange in favor of the girl."
Dr Swan was looking out over the audience. Angie squeezed my
shoulder and smiled at me. It was almost like the doctor was
speaking directly to me and Angie. I was getting a little nervous
as I squirmed in the pew and I became aware of the smell of my
own essence.
"We are here today to celebrate the decision of Mrs Mitchell in
giving Cherry Mayfield the control of her bedroom and marital
bed. She will be feeling a combination of sexual stimulation,
discomfort, and humiliation during domination play with Cherry
from here on out. Mrs Mitchell has realized that what she used to
place so much worth on, her education and maturity, are no longer
tools to impress young girls like Cherry Mayfield." Crystal
shrugged her shoulders in defeat. I think Crystal wanted some of
this information kept private. "Now the tables have been turned
and eight year-old Cherry Mayfield has stripped this symbol of
authority from Mrs Mitchell and is now using it against her. By
accepting Mrs Mitchell's offer of her bedroom and marital bed
Cherry is telling Mrs Mitchell that she is not impressed with her
education or standing within the community. Domination and
submission play is not so much about sex as it is about mental
domination and a power exchange.  What was once a symbol of
woman's conquest of young girls is now being used by Cherry to
prove her superiority over Mrs Mitchell."
I could hear the two boys smacking their lips as they sucked on
Mrs Hurst's nipples. Angie was looking at me and I felt
uncomfortable. Why did I get the impression that what Dr Swan was
saying was also directed at me.
Dr Swan turned to Crystal. "Mrs Mitchell you are being dominated
by Cherry Mayfield and you are submitting to this humiliating
activity not for your pleasure but because of what it represents
to her. By submitting to domination play, you are surrendering
your will over to her and you are acknowledging her dominance and
her supremacy in your bedroom and on your marital bed. By
accepting this activity you will find fulfilment on a higher
plain than just the sexual realm."
Dr. Swan looked around the room.  "Who is adult female witness
for Mrs. Mitchell?" Holly stood up from the pew and walked to the
right of Crystal.
"Is the mother of the youngster here?" Dr. Swan asked looking
right at Mrs Mayfield.
"I'm here," said Mrs. Mayfield as she walked up to her daughter.
She had only one function to perform for the ceremony.
"Please stand in front of your daughter."
Mrs. Mayfield stood in front of her daughter looking down at her.
 Mrs. Mayfield was very embarrassed to be standing there at all.
"Please take your daughter's hands in your hands and face her
towards Mrs. Mitchell."
Cherry put her hands in her mother's.  Mother and daughter turned
to face Mrs. Mitchell.
"Mrs. Mitchell, please hold out your hands," Dr. Swan instructed.
Crystal did as she was told.  Dr. Swan looked at Mrs. Mayfield. 
"Please place Cherry's hands in Mrs. Mitchell's hands."
Mrs. Mayfield put Cherry's little hands into Mrs. Mitchell's and
stepped aside.
"With this act, Mrs. Mayfield, you have given up your parental
right to teach your daughter about sex with adult women.  You
have turned those rights over to Mrs. Mitchell. Mrs Crystal
Mitchell by accepting Cherry's hands from her mother you have
accepted the responsibility to teach and nurture the fetishes and
desires of eight year-old Cherry Mayfield."
Cherry was smiling and Crystal had a nervous smile on her face.
Mrs Mayfield stepped back and walked to the pew but stopped. Her
space where she was sitting was taken by a girl. She looked down
the pew and noticed an open space about in the middle of the pew.
The two girls on either side of the open space smiled at her and
patted the space indicating she should sit there. I watched as
Mrs Mayfield gulped and walked to the space and sat down.
Dr. Swan looked at Cherry then Crystal and then looked around at
the audience.  "All married women desire and wish to open their
marital bed to a young girl.  With the opening of their marital
beds, especially for adult women who are married, they are giving
the young girl a rite of passage into womanhood.  The master
bedroom in general and the marital bed in particular, once the
exclusive domain of the husband, is also the domain of the young
girl."
Angie squeezed my shoulder. I could hear Mrs Hurst softly moaning
as the two boys worked her nipples.
Dr. Swan looked down at Cherry. "Mrs. Mitchell loves you very
much. So much so that she wants to open her marital bed to you. 
She wants you to share her bed with her when her husband is away
on business."
Cherry nodded solemnly.  Crystal and Holly smiled.
 "Mrs. Mitchell is handing over that kind of power to you, the
power to control what is done to her in her bedroom, in a place
she once considered off limits to everybody but her husband. 
That is her gift to you."
The eight year-old nodded her head.
Cherry looked up at Crystal who had tears in her eyes.  Crystal
smiled at Cherry and nodded her head in agreement with Dr. Swan.

Cherry nodded again.
"She's handing her adult female rights to you when you are in her
master bedroom and in her marital bed specifically.  You are the
parent and she is child when you are in the master bedroom and
her marital bed.  You control and dominate what happens on the
marital bed and master bedroom, just like her husband does," Dr.
Swan smiled at the eight year-old. Her pussy was getting damp.
Cherry smiled at Crystal who returned the youngster's smile. I
squirmed in my seat. This sounds so much like Angie and me.
Dr. Swan added, "Every time you have an opportunity to get into
Mrs. Mitchell's marital bed when her husband is not around, take
it.  As I said before, this is her gift to you!"
I kept squirming. "Quiet mom," Angie whispered in my ear.
Dr Swan stepped back and looked at the audience in the pews. "We
are gathered here in the presence of witnesses for the purpose of
uniting in sexual union, Mrs. Crystal Mitchell and Cherry
Mayfield.  This unwritten contract is most solemn and is not to
be entered into lightly by the adult female.  The relinquishing
of your master bedroom and marital bed rights should be done
thoughtfully and seriously with a deep realization of its
obligations and responsibilities. Mrs. Mitchell, your submission
is the foundation of a happy and enduring sexual relationship
with eight year-old Cherry Mayfield.  No other female ties are
more tender and no other vows more important than those you are
about to pledge."
Crystal nodded her head and Cherry smiled up at her.
"Repeat after me in a loud voice so that the audience can hear:
I, Mrs. Mitchell, take Cherry Mayfield, to be my superior in my
master bedroom with sexual rights over me and my marital bed."
Crystal repeated the pledge as she looked down at little Cherry
holding her hands.
"I promise to nurture Cherry Mayfield's fantasies and sexual
fetishes in my marital bed or my master bedroom."
Crystal repeated the words still looking at Cherry.
"I promise to obey, honor and follow her directions when inside
the master bedroom or in my marital bed."
Crystal repeated the second part of the pledge.
Dr. Swan stepped back and addressed the audience.  "All women are
nervous about opening their marital bed to their daughters or
young lovers the first time.  Some women think it erotic but
change their minds before they actually cross the threshold of
the master bedroom. We will continue this ceremony at Mrs
Mitchell's house," Dr. Swan turned towards Mrs. Mitchell.  "Mrs.
Mitchell, bend down and kiss Cherry on the lips sealing your
pledge." Crystal knelt down and drew Cherry too her, kissing her
passionately on the lips, and the little girl responded, opening
her mouth and pushing her tongue into the adult's mouth.
"Now for the `Taking of the Anus' ceremony. Who is the maid of
honor?" Dr Swan asked looking at the congregation.
Everybody knew it was Holly Anderson. Holly, sitting next to me
stood up. "I am".
"Please stand next to Mrs Mitchell. Holly did so. "Now kneel in
front of Cherry," Dr Swan ordered her. I squirmed in my seat
again and Angie put her left hand on my knee.
Cherry was smiling at Holly as she knelt in front of her. Dr Swan
took several steps back to the altar and picked up a strap-on
dildo that was there. "Put Mrs Mitchell's strap-on around
Cherry's waist."
 Holly took the strap-on from the doctor and fastened it around
the slim waist of Cherry Mayfield. The youngster was smiling the
whole time. As Holly was fastening the strap-on l looked down the
other pew. The two girls on either side of Mrs Mayfield kept
putting their hands on her thighs and she kept moving them off.
Mrs Mayfield had a look of desperation on her face. Two little
girls in string bikinis in the pew behind her were playing with
her hair. Mrs Mayfield kept trying to swat the hands of the girls
away.
Holly sat back on her heels and looked up at Cherry and smiled.
The doctor stepped forward. "Mrs Mitchell please get on all fours
here," she indicated the space in front of her. Crystal moved to
get on her hands and knees her wedding was ruffling each time she
moved.
When Crystal was in place, the doctor said, "Cherry and Miss
Anderson please get behind her. Miss Anderson stay on your
knees."
Holly and Cherry moved into position. "As the maid of honor you
know that it is your duty to assist Cherry in breaking in her
strap-on by using it on Mrs Mitchell's anus," Dr Swan said
looking down at Holly. Holly nodded and smiled.
"Then repeat after me in a voice that everybody can hear. I Miss
Holly Anderson undertake as my duty..."
Holly repeated the words.
"...That my friend Mrs Crystal Mitchell does not falter in her in
devotion to Cherry Mayfield."
Holly repeated the words.
"That by assisting Cherry Mayfield in the taking of Mrs Crystal
Mitchell's anus I show my support for the sexual submission of my
friend."
Holly repeated the words.
Crystal was on her hands and knees. Because of the cut of the
back of the dress Crystal's ass was exposed to Cherry and the
audience.
Dr Swan faced the audience. "Miss Anderson will now prepare Mrs
Mitchell's anus for penetration by Cherry's strap-on."
Holly gathered spit in her mouth then she let it dribble out of
her mouth and on to brown crinkled anus. With her right index
finger she mixed her spit into the sphincter muscle. Then she
dribbled more spit, rubbing that in too.. Cherry gave a nervous
giggle and Dr Swan smiled.
Next Holly turned to Cherry, taking hold of her strap-on. I
learned later that Holly and Crystal had purchased the strap-on:
it was an unwritten rule that women who desired sex with little
girls bought strap-on's for the girls to use on them.
Holly slipped the strap-on in her mouth. I squirmed in my seat
and Angie scooted closer to me. One of her hands massaged the
back of my neck while the other stroked up and down my thigh.
Holly took hold of Cherry's hips pulling her closer so that the
strap-on went down her throat and the little girl took hold of
Holly's head and moved it back and forth.  I was aroused and
uncomfortable watching Holly deep throat the strap-on but the
audience didn't seem to mind. I looked over my shoulder to my
left and saw Sandy and her mom Dr Stone in the row behind me. Dr
Stone had her head in her daughter's lap. The doctor was sucking
on a baby bottle full of milk. Sandy smiled at me as she ran her
fingers through her mother's hair.
Holly finished sucking the strap-on making sure that it was good
wet with her spit. She placed the tip of the strap-on at the
entrance of Crystal's anus holding it there.
"With this one simple act, Mrs Mitchell does not own her anus. By
freely accepting Cherry's strap-on past her sphincter muscle
Cherry owns Mrs Mitchell's anus," Dr Swan said as she nodded to
Holly. Holly reached up and turned on the clit massager that was
embedded in the strap-on. Slowly Cherry pushed the strap-on
forward as Holly held it and we watched it slip slowly into
Crystal's anus.
"This taking of the anus ceremony signifies the change of
ownership of anus. The female anus is the most private of body
parts and by freely giving up her anus to her young lover, the
woman is empowering the girl giving her the self-confidence to be
the dominate in the relationship." Dr Swan licked her lips as
Cherry now had half the strap-on in Crystal's ass. Holly was
still holding it, keeping it at the right angle for full
penetration.
Crystal was biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut holding
back the pain in her rectum. "Look at Mrs Mitchell expression,"
Dr Swan pointed down at Crystal. "We can all learn from her as
she silently accepts the pain, the abuse and humiliation of being
ass fucked by a little girl. Such is the role of the adult woman
in sexual relations with a child."
The audience clapped their approval. Cherry had a look of
concentration as she pushed the strap-on forward.
Holly let go of the strap-on as the last inch or so entered into
Crystal. I could see the pain on her face. Cherry laid down on
top of Crystal with her strap-on neatly embedded in her ass.
Cherry was looking out at the audience and her feet were off the
ground as Crystal was holding the weight of the eight year-old
with a ten inch strap-on buried in her ass.
"This so hot, pet!" Angie whispered in my ear. I nodded my head
not taking my eyes off the scene in front of me.
Cherry reached under Crystal and pinched both her nipples. Dr
Swan stepped to the front of Crystal and knelt beside her. "For
the final act of the anus taking ceremony, Mrs Mitchell repeat
after me in a loud voice so the audience can hear you."
Crystal just nodded her head. I could tell she was in pain.
"My anus belongs to Cherry Mayfield..." Dr Swan said.
Crystal slowly repeated the words.
"Until such a time that she no longer desires me..."
Crystal took a deep breath between each word.
"I will keep my anus clean and available for her to use whenever
she wishes..."
Crystal repeated the words but she had tears in her eyes. Holly
scooted over to her. "Come on Crystal honey hang in there keep
holding her up." Crystal smiled weakly and nodded her head.
"I will be devoted to Cherry's wishes and will encourage her
fetishes."
Crystal repeated the words and hung her head. We could see her
arms getting tired. Cherry was smiling widely as she pushed
herself up from Crystal's back.
The audience clapped. I clapped and so did Angie. The guests
stood up in the pews and made their way to the front still
clapping and cheering. Cherry was standing behind Crystal with
the strap-on still embedded her ass. The guests for the most part
ignored Crystal but kissed and congratulated Cherry was they
walked by.
I kissed Cherry on the cheek when our turn came and was about to
say something too Crystal but Angie said, "She doesn't matter
anymore, pet, only Cherry does." I walked past Crystal who was
still on her hands and knees.
"I think we should head over to Crystal's house before the crowd
gets there," Angie said and I nodded. Some of the women had taken
to playing around the stripper's pole behind the altar, laughing
and giggling as they twirled around it.
Just then Angie's tablet buzzed. She pulled it out of her bag and
looked at it. "It's dad calling," she simply stated.
We were outside and headed for the car when Angie said a few
words on the phone. "Dad is at the hospital, pet, he wants us to
come right over."
"Oh shit, is he hurt?" I asked.
"Behave pet. He is fine. He won't say what the problem was until
we get there."
Fifteen minutes later we were at the hospital and Angie when to
the inquiry desk to find out where to go.  The nurse sitting
behind the desk was tied down in the chair. Her arms were free to
work the notepad but her head was restrained, her breasts were
showing and she was implaled on a buzzing vibrator built into the
chair. The sign on the counter said she had been behaving badly
and this was her punishment. She directed us to Bill's room and
we headed down the corridor and up the elevator.
Ida Carter and her seven year-old daughter Helen were at Bill's
bedside. Ida was wearing a string bikini and sandals and her
daughter's clothing matched her mother's. The youngster had two
small patches of cloth that covered her nipples held in place by
thin string and her bottoms just had a small triangle patch over
her clit with a thin string keeping it in position the string was
so thin that her smooth puffy labia swelled around the sides of
it.. They were just standing there talking with Bill but his ten
inch cock was almost standing straight up and the bed covers were
bunched around his knees.
I got mad at Bill before I even found out what had happened.
Angie got upset at me and sent me outside the room and Ida
fucking Carter raised her eyebrow as I stomped out. A couple of
minutes later Helen came out of the room and stared at me. Oh how
much I wanted to go back inside the room and curse that bastard
out.
The seven year-old was still looking at me. "Why don't you go
back inside the room, I know you want too," she smiled at me.
I looked at her but didn't say anything. The string that held the
triangle patch in place went around her waist and down between
her ass crack. I was wet immediately.
"You look good Mrs Woods," the girl smiled. I smiled back at her
but tried to listen to what was being said in the room.
"Why don't you talk to me?" she asked.
I didn't respond to her. "I think my mommy is fucking your
daddy," she said a matter-of-factly. She said daddy instead of
husband, that's strange. But I didn't reply.
"I like you Mrs Woods."
"I like you too, Helen," I replied as I paced back and forth.
Angie came out of the room, walking past me. "Let's go pet," was
all she said.
I looked at Helen when Angie said that and she smiled.
"Dad had a small heart attack pet. No damage to the heart and his
mental fitness is still intact and so is his manhood as you saw,"
she smiled.
"That's not funny, mistress," I replied trying to keep up with
her.
"Well, we missed the orgy at Crystal's house so let's go home and
practice. Dad will be home later."
Which brings me back to where I started, sitting on the floor,
waiting for my daughter to finish her homework. I'm really sorry
I missed the orgy, even though Angie might not have let me join
in; but even then, there would have been so much to watch.... The
familiar smell of my essence drifted up to. Perhaps, when she had
finished, Angie might want to play.....
End of PG 6