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Puppy Girl Competition 7:
Monday:
I lay in bed listening to Angie getting ready for school. I
thought she had already eaten breakfast and she was walking in
and out of the bedroom to the bathroom and back, up and down the
stairs, while I waited patiently for her to untie my ankles from
the bed post and to remove my handcuffs from behind my back: it
was uncomfortable lying in that position, let alone sleeping in
it all night, and my body ached. While I waited, I thought back
to yesterday and how Angie had masturbated me. It made me wet and
dreamy just thinking about it and then ashamed and embarrassed
because masturbation had always been to me such a personal solo
activity, not something your twelve year-old daughter did to you.
She didn't masturbate me once but twice so what was I to do? I
think the first time was by accident as she tried to pull that
damn clamp off my clit, but the second was more deliberate, and I
let her. I sighed. It felt nice and warm to feel her fingers
inside of me, and it made me cum so hard, but she still wouldn't
let me touch her, something I wanted to do so very much. What was
she waiting for?
My mind wandered back to the wedding morning and the hot church
ceremony as Dr Swan performed the "taking of the anus ceremony"
at the foot of the church altar. I could still see little eight
year-old Cherry pumping that strap-on into Crystal's anus as
Crystal held the weight of the child on her back, and that Holly
Anderson, what a hottie! I wouldn't have minded kissing her
between her legs!
Oh, my gosh! I thought. Where'd those thought come from? I'd
never had a naughty female thought in my mind before this
competition started two weeks ago. I mean just because I liked
looking at hot women didn't mean I was a lesbian, right?
It was such a shame that we had had to leave the wedding just as
it was really hotting up. I would've really loved to have seen
the marital bed ceremony at Crystal's house, except that bastard
Bill chose that moment to have a heart attack and Angie and I had
to rush to the hospital, only to have Ida fucking Carter and her
seven year-old daughter - what's her name? Oh yeah, Helen -
standing in his room as we walked in.
I was suddenly brought back to the present as Angie walked into
the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Good morning pet,"
she smiled as she reached down and untied my ankles. Yes, that
was what I was when we were not in training mode.
"Good morning mistress," I smiled up at her, remembering how I
was supposed to address her for the duration of the sport.
She looked at my crotch, well not really my crotch, but my cunt
and ran her index finger slowly up my slit.
"Boy, aren't you wet this morning pet," she stated. "What naughty
little fucking thoughts are in your simple little mind?"
The way she spoke suddenly reminded me of who I used to be. I
looked at her and was about to say something when she raised her
right eyebrow, daring me to tell her off for cussing. I didn't
like cussing and to put me down like that hurt and she knew it,
but I knew there was nothing I could say to her unless I wanted
to get punished so I would just have to keep it to myself until
this competition was over and then have a mother daughter talk
with her.
I blushed and looked away but didn't say anything as she ran her
finger up and down my labia. "Turn over," she said as she
withdrew her finger, and as I rolled over on the bed she wiped
her finger on my ass cheek. I felt her unlock the handcuffs then
stand up and as I sat up she tossed them onto the bed.
She stood there looking down at me. "Same rules as last week,
mother."
"Yes mistress," I replied untying the rope from around my ankles
and hopping off the bed as she walked out of the room. It still
bothered me that she called me "mother" sometimes. At times like
these I didn't like to be reminded of that but now I wasn't sure
why: was it because of the humiliation of being controlled by my
daughter, or the way it made me aware of how much our new
relationship aroused me.
I hurried down the stairs after her and as she got her backpack I
knelt by the front door.  She walked up to the door and looked
down at me smiling, and I wondered for a moment what treat she
had left me in the toilet.
"See you at the church," she said as I grabbed her left hand and
licked it. "Make sure you're on time and bring your 'fuck me
Stilettos', the ones we bought the other day."
"Yes mistress," I said between licks on her hand. I had always
been on time, I wanted to tell her, but she wouldn't care if did;
it was all part of my training and she would probably punish me
for mentioning it.
Angie pulled her hand away and opened the door. "I love you mom,"
she said as she walked out the door and I could smell her wetness
clear as anything. Whatever the vet gave us the other day sure
had improved my power of smell.
"Baby Girl loves you too, mistress," I replied just before she
let the slam shut. Where'd the hell that come from? I wondered.
It made me shudder to think how much deeper I was getting into
this sport when it should have been an equal mother-daughter
collaboration.
I stood up and ran upstairs to the bathroom and opened the toilet
cover. The word "CUNT" was still written underneath but I ignored
it and looked into the bowl. There was no treat and I sat back on
my heels, dejected. Maybe I should just ask her about her poop, I
mean treats, ask her about her bowel movements and leaving me her
gift each morning but I realised that would reveal too much, make
it more obvious to her that I was anxious to eat her poop. If she
knew I was anxious about eating it she might poop somewhere else
just so she could play games with me. Best to act cool about it,
I decided.
I stood up to take a shower. I looked at my crotch and didn't see
any pubic stubble and then got my hand-held mirror and held it
under my ass cheeks looking for stubble around my anus. Hmmm,
maybe there was some hair growing as I ran my index finger around
my sphincter muscle but I would have to have Angie take a closer
look to check. My clit looked red but it had since I had been
wearing that damn clamp on it. What drove me crazy was that small
vibration that ate away at the edge of my mind, that little
vibration that seemed to say "Ha, ha, you can't cum." I shook my
head and turned the water on and delighted for a moment in it's
comforting warmth. I examined my skin: it was shiny without any
more moles or blemishes and it felt smooth to the touch. It
seemed to have developed a yellow tinge to it and my short
pageboy hair had also got a yellow or gold tone which matched it.
What was it the coach had said about my diet? That it would help
to make me look like a golden retriever? I didn't know if it was
the dog food or dog treats or what the vet had done the other
day, but it certainly seemed to be having an effect. I just
shrugged and let the water run over me and for a little while
enjoyed how good it felt to take a shower. Afterwards, I wondered
if I should I get dressed or not but in the end decided there was
no point in bothering? After all, I was naked most of the time
anyway and besides, I think Angie liked seeing me naked around
the house when she watched me on her hidden cameras. The cameras
worried me: I knew that Angie could not watch them all the time,
but I could never be sure when she was. They also hurt my
feelings, a constant reminder of her control, that somehow she
didn't trust me enough to behave myself.
I went outside to poop and pee. I peed in the vegetable garden,
controlling my flow so I could scoot between the plants, and then
I went over the dirt patch and pushed out several tootsie roll
size poops before mixing them into the dirt. My hands were dirty
of course so I stood up to get the garden hose and noticed a pile
of poop by the hole in the fence. That damn Dane, Tommy, dropping
his crap in my yard and leaving me to clean it up, the bastard! I
scooped it and put it in the dirt patch, mixing it in with my
own. What the hell! I thought, his poop has to be good for
something. I washed my hands and sprinkled some water on the
patch hoping the extra fertilizer would bring it back to life so
that when all this was over I could plant vegetables in it.
My toilet finished, I went into the kitchen to get something to
eat. My food had already been laid out, dried dog food in my bowl
and next to it the water bowl and my doggie treats. I got on my
hands and knees and scooped up some of the dried dog food with my
tongue and sat back chewing while looking at the camera. It was
surreal to think that my daughter could have been watching me eat
dog food from her school. I sipped some water and picked up one
treat in my mouth, chewing down on it as crumbs fell to the
floor. Suddenly I realised I was wet and wondered why when I ate
this stuff it always made me horny. Perversion maybe?
Afterwards, I headed upstairs to start my cleaning and wondered
if I should start in master bedroom room or Angie's room first. I
chose the master bedroom and walked into the room where I used to
sleep, where I used to fuck, but somehow that seemed an age away
now. I felt a sudden yearning for the feel of Bill's cock sliding
into me and the scent of his spunk, and decided that when this
competition was over I would be moving back in. Between my legs,
my clit throbbed against the damned clit clamp.
 I made the bed and put Bill's clothes way and started a pile for
washing, but when I went into the bathroom, on the floor were two
pairs of pink bras, white knee high stockings and a thong panty.
Fuck! How'd he get this stuff? A sudden perverted urge took hold
of me and I examined each item: the bras seem okay, I mean, no
cum stains on them, so I sniffed them and could smell HER sweat,
Ida's boobie sweat. I sniffed the white stockings and could smell
the same stale sweat, but it was the thong that really interested
me. I picked it up and ran my fingers over the material, raising
it slowly to my nose and sniffing the small triangle crotch
patch. Yep, I could smell her cunt on them. I took a deeper
breath and felt my own cunt flooding and immediately feel guilty
and ashamed. I shouldn't have been sniffing the bitch's thong! I
should have been ripping it apart, angry and pissed off at her
for stealing my husband, but somehow I was mesmerised by it, by
its very depravity. I held it out looking at it, adjusting it in
my hand, and guiltily look around the room before sniffing the
thin material that must have covered her anus. I could sense the
musky smell, and when I examined it again, could see two feint
smears etched onto the fabric. My clit throbbed again and for a
moment I was tempted to lick it, to taste the hideous woman's
poop. 'Jesus, what am I coming to?' I thought and tossed the bras
and stockings into the clothes pile to be washed, putting my
right arm through the thong so that I could carrying it around
with me.
I packed the clothes into the washer and turned it on but decided
to take the thong downstairs to the kitchen and wash it
separately, being careful not to tear the triangle or stretch it
out when I squeezed out the excess water. Afterwards, I put my
right arm through it again, letting it air dry, and headed back
upstairs to clean Angie's room.
I started with the bed by picking up the handcuffs and neatly
putting them on the table with the other implements, the
rolled-up newspaper, the cane - Miss Cane I had to call it, the
flexible metal ruler that Angie used on my breasts, Miss Riding
Crop and of course, the cattle prod. As I looked down at these
implements of control and punishment, I couldn't help but
shudder: I had never realized that there would be such a lot to
this sport. I checked they were all laid out neatly and then
curled up the rope and folded the scarf next to Miss Cane.
Next I picked up Angie's clothes and folded them neatly in the
dresser draw or hung them up in the cupboard. I found a little
pile of her lace bras and three thongs and I knew these had to be
washed but before I took them to the washer, I couldn't resist
the temptation of the thongs. I sniffed the soft fabric of the
crotch and yep, that was her smell, the smell of the delicious
little cunt that night after night Angie let me gaze at as she
did her homework. I licked the crotches, savouring the taste and
wondering again when she would let my tongue lick the real
source, and then blushed as if I was being watched: perhaps Angie
was watching her hidden cameras. I quickly dropped her bras and
other skimpy clothes in the washer, moving Bill's stuff to the
dryer and with Ida's thong still on my right arm, I took Angie's
thongs to the kitchen to hand wash them as well.
I dropped two into the sink and looked at the third one: If she
wouldn't let me lick her then I should keep one of these for my
personal pleasure; I could hide it somewhere where she couldn't
find it and take it out every now and then to smell and lick it.
I smiled to myself and washed the first two, putting my left arm
through them and picked up the third fragrant one. With Ida's
thong on my right arm and Angie's thongs on my left arm I headed
back upstairs to her room and lifted the mattress, putting my
delicious keepsake under it. I stood up and checked the room and
then went to iron the washed thongs, putting Angie's neatly in
the top dresser drawer and Ida's in the top dresser drawer in
Bill's room.
Just then the visual rang. I ran downstairs to the kitchen and
pressed the button and up onto the screen came Maryann Dack from
the White Redeemer Church. I moved the camera up a bit so that
only my shoulders and head appeared on the screen - I didn't want
Maryann knowing I was walking around naked.
"Hi Kathy," gushed Maryann. The cam showed her from the waist up,
her heavy breasts stretching her white t-shirt, emblazoned with
the logo "Anus for Sale". Her nipples stood out clearly and her
left arm seemed to be moving rhythmically out of shot.
"Um, hi, Maryann, what's going on?"
"You were at the wedding yesterday?" She sounded breathless with
excitement.
"Yeah, I mean, we went to the church part of the ceremony."
"The taking of the anus ceremony?" Maryann asked as her arm
lifted and she put her fingers to her mouth.
"Yep, it was beautiful," I replied looking closely at her.
"I bet it was. Too bad you missed the marital bed ceremony at
Crystal's house, it was a simply wonderful, a beautiful thing
also." Her arm disappeared and resumed its regular movement and
for a moment she looked distracted.
"I bet. We had a slight emergency to attend too but by the time
it was sorted out it was too late come over to Crystal's."
Maryann just nodded her head. "So what's going on?"
"Well, I just have to tell you," Maryann grinned, her eyes wide
with excitement.
"Tell me what?"
"Mrs Mayfield, Cherry's mom? She was raped!" Maryann giggled as
she pumped her arm up and down.
"What? How? Who?" I smiled, feeling myself moisten: this was
juicy indeed.
"Kathy Peterson and I setup a rape room in the main floor den of
Crystal's house. We used the recommended rape safety video to
plan out the room. We hung heavy black out curtains over the
windows and draped another curtain over the patio door to the
den. Then we rearranged the furniture and disconnected the light
beacon and put cushions on the floor."
"How did you know that a rape room would be used?"
"Well the Valley safety office has been recommending rape rooms
at parties. It's another outlet for aggressive little girls to
vent their frustrations with adult women," Maryann giggled.
"Okay, but how'd it happen?" I was suddenly desperately curious.
"I'm getting there! We paid one of the girls from Cherry's class,
her name was Claire, to distract Mrs Mayfield."
"Distract her how?"
"Little Claire invited her to play pat-a-cake with Mrs Mayfield,"
she smiled, thrilled by the cleverness of the plan.
Everybody knew that little girls love to play pat-a-cake. To play
the game you have to clap your hands and then clap your hands
with the person you're playing against. The first person to
mess-up the clap rhythm loses. The girls love to take bets on the
game. There is also a rhyme that goes with the game, something
like:
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, a little girl's bitch
Buy me a strap-on as fast as you can;
Roll it, squeeze it, pat it and mark it with K-Y jelly;
Put it in my cunt for you and me.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, a little girl's bitch
Buy me a strap-on as fast as you can
Massage it, massage it and push it in my cunt!
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, a little girl's bitch
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, a little girl's bitch
Buy me a strap-on as fast as you can;
Massage it, roll it, squeeze it and stuff it in my cunt as fast
as you can.
"So Little Claire let Mrs Mayfield win a couple of times just to
build her confidence, then she made a bet with the woman. If
Claire lost then she would do anything Mrs Mayfield wanted, be
her slave so to speak. But if Mrs Mayfield lost then she had to
go into the room and stay there for the duration of the party."
She chuckled. "Mrs Mayfield didn't know the den was changed into
the rape room so she had no idea. But I could tell she was sizing
up little Claire and weighing the odds in her mind."
Maryann burst into a fit of giggles: everybody knew that little
girls were masters at playing pat-a-cake.
"With all the girls gathered around, the clapping got faster and
faster until, guess what? Mrs Mayfield messed up!" Maryann put
her hand back to her mouth in pretend shock, trying stifle her
laugh and I could see her fingers glistening.
I smiled encouragingly. "So what happened?" I asked.
"Well, Mrs Mayfield goes into the room, which is all dark of
course, and as soon as she shuts the door Claire locks the door
from the outside so that she can't get out." She laughed again.
"She tries to open the door a couple times and she asks to be let
out but Claire said she had to play the game properly to the
end."
"Okay, but what happened?" I asked again, my own excitement
rising.
"The girls of Cherry's class all got undressed. Oh gawd what
lovely bodies those girls had with their flat chests, curvy ass
cheeks and thin legs!" Her hand was moving fast again below the
screen. "Then they put their strap-on's around their slim little
waists and went to the porch. Kathy handed them each night vision
glasses, you know the kind that blends into your face?" I nodded,
my own hand now between my legs. "With those little glasses Mrs
Mayfield didn't stand a chance." She chuckled. "That room was
pitched black and even if her eyes adjusted to the darkness it
wouldn't have made a difference. She wouldn't have been able to
see her hand if it was touching her nose.  Oh gawd what I would
have given to be in the same room as those girls watching what
they did to that poor woman!"
No shit. I could just picture in my mind her standing there in
the dark, hearing something come into the room but not knowing
what or who was in the room with her. The fear, the anxiety she
must have felt with no place to run as she heard the giggles. Mrs
Mayfield desperately trying the door handle, not knowing why it
was locked. The sobs as she desperately tried to slap away the
little hands touching her. The sobs turning into crying as those
same little hands worked her skirt down her hips and legs,
tearing her blouse away and unsnapping her bra. She must've
realized what was going to happen as she turned for the door and
pounded on it yelling and screaming for somebody to open it, only
to hear giggles and laughing as she was pushed away from the
door. I could see her tripping on the cushions that were on the
floor, landing face first as the girls took her arms and legs
stretching her spread eagle. I could hear her crying and pleading
with the little aggressors as they ripped her nylon hose from
around her waist pulling her white full-figured underwear down
her thighs and a sofa cushion being pushed under her stomach to
raise her waist. I could imagine the shame and humiliation as one
of the girls squirted a bottle of lotion between her ass cheeks
and then rubbed the gel around her anus and into her mature
brownie. The sobs and cries as the first strap-on dildo
penetrated her sphincter muscle, the screams as its full length
was pushed mercilessly deep into her bowels.
"Um, Kathy, are you all right?" Maryann asked with a concerned
look.
I suddenly realised that I was fingering myself and I felt that
fucking clit clamp biting into me. I blushed furiously. "Oh, yes,
yes, I'm fine," I replied as I tried to refocus.
A broad knowing grin spread over Maryann's face again. "Yes," she
chuckled, "It had the same affect on me." She paused. "Well
anyway that rape lasted almost two hours. Her screams quietened
after a little while and all we could hear was grunts and
whimpers, or the occasional cry as the next shaft was rammed into
her sore asshole. Eventually, The girls came out to the backyard
exhausted. They all looked so pleased with themselves and their
strap-on's were all slimy as they swung back and forth in front
of them when they walked."
"Wow," I replied, my juices flowing copiously down between my
buttocks. "What about Mrs Mayfield? What did she do?"
"That's the best part. She must have thought it was all over, but
after Claire and her friends were done with her, some other girls
entered the room to take advantage of the woman. She started
screaming again and begging to be let out but Cherry reminded her
that she had to stay in the room for the duration of the party.
Eventually she seemed to cry herself out and accept her fate,"
Maryann laughed breathlessly.
That was the way it usually happened at parties: the woman was
raped repeatedly by the girls until she gave up and accepted what
was happening. It was only when she became docile that the girls
began to lose interest and her ordeal ended. Women were so simple
minded.
"What happened after that?" I asked.
"The door was finally opened and she came staggering out of the
room. The room was silent, everybody watching her. Her hair was
dishevelled, her left bra cup was torn showing her nipple, both
arms of her blouse were about torn off, her skirt was ripped and
the zipper was broken, her nylon hose was bunched around her
knees. I couldn't see if she was wearing her panties or not but
she did have a tight grasp on her skirt as she held it up. Her
make-up was smeared and running and she had only one shoe on."
Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as she relived the
scene in her mind.
"Damn!" If it hadn't been for Bill and his fucking emergency, I
would been able to see it all for myself.
Maryann giggled again."Then Kathy Peterson came up to her with
one of her special drinks, you know, the one with pee laced with
vodka. She moved her to the couch and Mrs Mayfield sat down with
a dazed look and took the glass and drank it without even
noticing. Fuck, Kathy, it was so funny!"
"What happened then?"
"Well the girls lost interest and took off play in the backyard,
but it was strange. Little Claire came over and sat down next to
her. You'd think that Mrs Mayfield would've gotten up to leave or
shrunk away from the girl but instead she let Claire comfort her.
I don't think she realised who had been in that room with her. It
was so sweet! The youngster gently tried to cover Mrs Mayfield up
and for the rest of the party, the woman just sat there while
little Claire sat next to her gently massaging her tits and
crotch and whispering to her that she would find who did this to
her and that everything would be alright."
"And what happened to the newlyweds?" I asked anxiously because I
had really wanted to go to the after-party.
"Oh my gawd, it was a touching ceremony in Crystal's bedroom. I
should send you the virtual movie."
"Oh, please do!" I cried, thrilled at the prospect of being able
to watch the ceremony after all.
"We set up large viewing screens throughout Crystal's house for
those who couldn't be in the master bedroom. Of course, it was
invitation only to get into the bedroom so everybody else watched
the ceremony on the screens downstairs and out on the patio."
"I would have loved to have been there," I replied thinking about
how wonderful it would've been to be there watching with Angie.
Maryann suddenly looked to the side. "Well, I have to run but
I'll send over movie just as soon as I can. Talk to you soon!"
The prompter went blank. I sat for a moment staring at the screen
feeling acutely frustrated to have missed all the excitement, and
then walked into the living room and sat down on the floor. I
desperately wanted to masturbate but knew that I couldn't and
that, now I had done all my chores, there was not much for me to
do until it was time to leave for today's training session. I
wondered if I should talk to Angie about bringing the other
mothers here so I wasn't so bored and maybe they wouldn't be so
bored either.
Later, when I drove up to the church parking lot, I saw Maggie,
Mary and Barb just walking into the building. As I parked the car
Cindy pulled in next to me. "Hey Peaches," I called, waving.
"Hey Baby Girl," Peaches replied as she grabbed her bag of stuff.
Maggie, Mary and Barb were standing in the doorway watching
hanging practice as Cindy and I walked through and I paused to
watch as well, feeling that familiar thrill. A nude woman was
standing on the gallows with a black bag over her head. Her
ankles were handcuffed as were her wrists which were fastened
behind her back and there was a small girl standing behind her
with her hand on the lever watching the coach.
"Go on Denise, pull the lever. It won't hurt your mother."
The girl didn't look convinced. She paused and looked around the
room and then back at the teacher who nodded her head vigorously.
Finally, she pulled the lever and the trap door opened. The
girl's mother dropped below the platform with a jerk and her legs
swung out in front of her and then back. The girl ran over to the
trap down, looking down anxiously on her swinging mother and then
ran down the stairs of the gallows and picked up her crop as she
had been trained. The woman's movements slowed, her feet barely
touching the ground, and I could see her struggle a bit with her
arms. I looked carefully to see if she was pissing herself but
she seemed somehow to have controlled her bladder.
"That was very good, Denise. The hardest part is over. Now comes
the fun part," the woman smiled as she put her hand on the girl's
shoulder. The girl smiled back, partly in relief, partly because
she was suddenly excited, and swished the cane several times to
test it before she whacked her mother's rear-end. I could hear
the woman's muffled cry of pain behind the bag and saw an angry
red welt swell on her buttocks. Fuck! Why did that excite me so
much?
"Come on pets, let's get practice started," Coach Wagner said as
she passed us in the hall, and we all turned to look at her.
Cindy started to follow the coach. "Please don't call us pets."
Coach Wagner stopped and looked at us. "But you are pets. Why
would I call you anything different?"
"Only our daughters call us pets," Barb said.
"Yes, please don't call us pets in front of other people," Maggie
added.
"Look pets, I am the coach of this team. Your mistresses call you
pets and I will call you pets and anybody else associated with
this competition will call you pets. Now if there is anymore
complaining you can bring it up to your mistresses." She turned
on her heel walked down the hall.
We lowered our heads, staring at the floor, and followed her with
our bags. It seemed at every turn this training was designed to
humiliate us. We walked into our practice room and saw that the
obstacle course equipment was there, as was the bench, the
punishment bench I guess you could call it.
"Get the obstacle course stuff setup pets," the coach ordered as
she put her things down. We dropped our bags next to the bench
and looked at each other.
"Why do we have to set it up? Why can't our daughters?" asked
Mary.
"Because, Dinky Pooh, I don't want to strain or burden your
mistresses with menial tasks. Their job is hard enough training
you lot," Coach Wagner said dismissively. I gulped. "And if I
hear you refer to your mistresses as your daughters again, I will
bring it to their attention that you pets cannot follow the
simple command of calling your lovely daughters by their proper
name of mistress." She paused and looked at us. "I am sure that
your mistresses will devise an appropriate punishment for your
lack of discipline in obeying something so simple."
We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders in acceptance.
This is just another little piece of indignity to be suffered
during this sport, I thought.
"Good," Coach Wagner said and started pointing at the obstacle
equipment. "I want the A frame over there and the chute this side
of it." As we got to work on moving the stuff, she continued her
instructions. "The teeter totter and dog walk here and here and
the lead off obstacle will be the cross over. Baby Girl, you and
Peaches place the mats between each obstacle."
After we completed the set up of the equipment the coach looked
around at our efforts. "Very good pets."
"Should we get ready for our mistresses?" asked Foofu.
"No, only your mistresses can give the command for practice to
start," the coach replied as she put her hands on her hips. "I
would ask you about your training at home and if you are having
any problems, but I understand from your mistresses that you pets
are learning to be compliant with their commands." She looked at
each of us and I averted my eyes as did the others.
"Well, is that true or not?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"I can't hear you pets," the coach said firmly, continuing to
stare at each of us.
"Yes," we replied.
"Yes what? Yes you're compliant?"
"Yes, we're compliant," we responded.
"Good. Your training will be more demanding this week and the
weeks thereafter until the competition. You will also find that
your punishments will increase as your final training
progresses."
"But we don't need to be punished coach," Foofu replied.
"Yeah, coach," added Peaches. "We're getting better at not
getting punished outside of practice." She looked round at us for
support and we nodded our heads in agreement.
"That maybe pets," Coach Wagner replied, "but because your
daughters are so young and you are new to this sport it will take
constant reinforcement on their part to remind you that you are
pets, dogs really and not their mothers, and that your attention
should be on them. They need to see that you should worship the
ground they walk on, and that you should be eager to please them
just like a real dog. Punishment is the only way to get you
there."
"But we don't need to be punished all the time, especially the
reinforcement punishment we must endure at home and during
weekend practices," Barb complained and again we all nodded our
heads in agreement.
Coach Wagner smiled. "I see. The reinforcement punishment, also
known as the good girl punishment. I did remind your mistresses
to use the words `good girl punishment.'"
"Good girl punishment?" asked Mary. "I don't see anything good
about it."
"A good girl punishment is not as serious as punishment where you
have done something wrong, Dinky Pooh."
"Well, that's true," Cindy said. "It is not as hard as the real
thing, but I still don't see why it is necessary."
"Your mistresses should only administer a good girl punishment at
regular intervals during your training.  The punishment is to
remind you to behave, and it should reinforce her role in the
relationship of her as your mistress and you as the pet," The
coach looked at us. She had our attention.
"The good girl punishment should remind you of harsher
consequences should you misbehave or not obey a command. If it
doesn't then your mistresses aren't administering it correctly."
We all said at the same time, nodding our heads earnestly, "Oh
they are administering it correctly."
The coach smiled again. "The good girl punishment should allow
the feelings of dominance to come out in your mistress and
feeling of submissiveness to come out in you. Real dogs don't
question their mistresses and neither should you," She looked at
each of us and I think we all blushed, I know I did.
She continued, "A good girl punishment is not a real punishment
but it might or might not leave you in tears, and it may or may
not cause a great deal of pain, but that is for your mistress to
decide. Just as with a real dog, her decision and judgment on the
amount of punishment you receive must never be questioned by
you." She paused. "I cannot stress how important this form of
punishment will be to help your mistresses deepen their
relationship and bond with you, as individual pets, and as a
team. The way it will do so they will tell you when they are
ready, but its success will be vital to winning the competition."
We heard laughing from down the hallway. The girls, our
mistresses, were coming to practice And the coach stepped off to
the side as the girls came into the room.
Stacey came in first followed by Angie and the others. "Hi,
pets," Stacey smiled as the girls walked to the bench.
"Hi, mistresses," we replied.
"Clothes off pets," Megan ordered. She was sixteen and the oldest
of the girls and also the captain of the team.
"Come pets, hurry the fuck up, we don't have all day!" Zoe said
clapping her hands.
"Line up over here," Megan ordered as we dropped our clothes on
the floor.
We quickly lined up shoulder to shoulder. "Spread out a little
bit, pets," Angie said.
"Okay, pets, today you will not be working with your own mistress
but with somebody else's," Megan said. "The reason for this is
that it is important that your loyalty and obedience should be to
the group, no matter which mistress is controlling you." She
turned to the other mistresses. "OK, girls, pick your pet for
practice today," she said as she stepped over to Peaches.
Zoe quickly came over to me and stood in front of me, smiling.
"Hi, Baby Girl, you're fucking mine for today." The she slapped
my face on the right cheek.
"Yes Mistress Zoe," I replied looking straight ahead. I gulped -
Zoe could be demanding.
The thirteen year-old put her left hand to my ear and rubbed my
ear lobe between her fingers and I shuddered a little bit. With
her right hand she gently slapped the side of my face still
smiling at me.
"My little fucking bitch," she smiled and with her right hand
pinched my right nipple. Behind me I heard one of the girls
slapping Foofu's ass cheeks but I didn't dare turn my head to see
what was happening.
Crouching down, Zoe pushed the fingers of her right hand into my
mouth and ran them around my gums before pulling them out and
wiping them on the side of my face. The intrusion was so
unexpected that I felt myself getting hot between my legs and my
nipples were hardening. I sniffed cautiously and I could smell
her arousal as she warmed me up.
"What are you?" Zoe asked me as she slapped left side of my face.
"Your dog," I replied and she pinched my left nipple.
"Answer me in the third person," she said walking behind me. "Are
you my loyal dog?"
"Baby Girl is your loyal dog, mistress." I felt an almost
unbearable sense of anticipation, wondering what she was going to
do to me, and I could smell the moisture leaking between my legs.
Megan stepped away from Peaches. "Pets, from now on, you will
answer us in the third person. That means even if we are
practicing at home, or on Saturdays or out in public. Is that
understood Peaches?"
"Peaches understands Mistress Megan," replied Cindy looking
straight ahead.
Zoe looked back at me. "As my loyal dog you won't let me down?"
the teen asked as she slapped my left ass cheek.
"Baby Girl won't let you down, mistress."
"As my loyal dog will you do what I command you to do?" Zoe
slapped my right ass cheek.
"Yes, mistress, Baby Girl will do what you command." Fuck, I was
suddenly so wet and with my new sense of smell, I could scent the
fragrance of young cunt all around me. Everybody in that room was
excited, and the damn clamp was working on my mind, as was the
teen.
Zoe moved to my right side, facing me. She reached down with her
right hand and rubbed a finger softly along my slit. An echo of
my former self told me I should be embarrassed and humiliated to
be treated so wantonly by a teen, but the touch sent small
explosions through me, and I loved it.
"Who does this belong too?" the thirteen year-old almost
whispered in my ear as she rubbed my labia.
"Baby Girl's cunt belongs to the group, Mistress Zoe," I gulped
as she massaged me. Don't move, don't move, I kept thinking to
myself.
"Very good, Baby Girl," Zoe cooed and the finger lifted away.
Then Zoe reached down with her left hand separating my ass
cheeks. She rubbed my anus in a circular motion. "Who does this
belong too?"
Oh God! I felt a sudden urge to thrust backwards against the
finger, to feel it drive into me through the sensitive ring of
muscle, but somehow I forced myself to keep still: I knew she was
testing me, seeing if I could control myself. I looked up and saw
Coach Wagner watching Zoe and me with intense interest. The
coach's arms were folded across her chest but I noticed a little
wet spot on her shorts.
"Baby Girl's anus belongs to the group, Mistress Zoe." I
swallowed. My mind screamed out to let me kiss the teen.
Zoe brought up her right hand which was slimy with my pre-cum and
ran circles around my lips. "And who does these lovely lips
belong too?" she whispered again.
"Baby Girl's lips belong to the group, Mistress Zoe," I replied
looking straight ahead.
The teen slid her fingers deliberately into my mouth and ran them
around, knowing that I would be able to taste myself. She pinched
my tongue between her index finger and thumb. "Who does this
tongue belong too?" she asked, letting go so I could answer.
"Baby Girl's tongue belongs to the group, Mistress Zoe," I
replied huskily.
Zoe stepped back from me. I was melting in her presence. Oh how I
wanted to please her, but then I noticed the others staring at me
and I blushed.
"That's right, pets," Megan said as she walked over to me. "Your
body and mind, your thoughts, belong to the group. If we are to
win this competition you must follow every command, every order
without hesitation. You are doing this for us, your daughters,
your mistresses. We're not doing this competition for you," The
sixteen year-old ran her fingers down the side of my face then
gave me two quick slaps on my cheek. She turned and walked back
to Peaches.
"Get your uniform Baby Girl but first attach your leash," Zoe
ordered, and I quickly went to my bag of stuff. "Make sure your
heels are on first before attaching your thigh straps."
"Yes mistress, Zoe" I replied as I tore into the bag.
Zoe sat down on the bench to put her competition boots on and the
other mistresses did the same. She sat there looking at me,
smiling at me as around the room the other pets were doing the
same thing as me, hurrying to put our uniform on.
"Hurry the fuck up, Baby Girl," Zoe ordered after about a minute
as she patted me on the head. I had my new heels on, the leash
attached and I was reaching around to push my tail into my anus.
I always clinched my teeth when I pushed that damn tail into my
rear end but thankfully, there was still some of my slime on my
anus after Zoe's fingering and it slipped in less painfully.
Finally I attached my lower legs to my thighs and pulled my hand
paws onto my right hand, using my teeth to pull on the left hand
paws.
I quickly bounded over to Zoe with the leash in my mouth.
"Very good Baby Girl," she cooed. "You're not as stupid as you
fucking look."
I wagged my tail and panted with my tongue hanging out.
"Sit!" she ordered.
I sat back on my heels and cupped my hands under my breasts, my
tongue hanging out as I panted for her.
Zoe leaned over and took my leash. "Good girl!" she smiled at me.
I wagged my tail and panted for her again.
"Is Baby Girl a good bitch?" she asked as she scratched me under
my chin.
"ARF!" I replied wagging my tail.
"Mistresses make sure you do a wetness check!" Coach Wagner said
as she walked back and forth watching the girls and us. I had
noticed before in practices that this was a moment in which she
always seemed to take a particular interest. "The judges will
also be doing a wetness check on competition day."
"Heel!" Zoe said looking down at me.
I quickly got back on all fours.  Holding the leash she walked
behind me and squatted down, and then I felt three fingers
rubbing my slit up and down.
"Baby Girl is wet," the thirteen year-old announced as she pushed
three fingers into me. The feeling was exquisite and I had to
force myself not to move my hips to her rhythm of finger pumping.

"On a scale of one to five with five being very wet," Coach
Wagner asked.
"Oh, she's a five alright," Zoe chuckled as she poked me one more
time and for some strange reason I felt proud of being that wet.
"Damn, mom!" I heard Angie say and wondered for a second why she
said it.
 "Mistresses take this piece of thin rope," the coach said as she
laid out the pieces on the bench.
"SIT!" the girls ordered.
"What's the rope to be used for coach?" asked Megan.
"It is to help with your bitch's posture. Attach the loop of one
end around the stiletto, then loop the rope through the collar
ring and then back to the other stiletto. Adjust the rope as
needed, pulling your bitch's neck slightly back." The girls
picked up pieces of the rope and returned to us. "You're looking
for a nice little depression in the lower back of your bitch and
it should hold her head up straighter. We want to get your pets
into the show dog mentality."
Zoe looped the rope through my collar ring and attached to my
right stiletto. She pulled on the rope which pulled my neck back
and created the little depression in my lower back, and then
fastened the other end to the other stiletto.
"Very good, Mistress Zoe," the coach praised.
"Thanks coach," Zoe replied as she picked up my leash.
"The stilettos your pets have bought look very nice, mistresses,
but I want them used mainly for practices here and at home. Yes,
your pet can walk around in them, but I want the heels to be used
to help her posture. We will make the stilettos part of your
bitches' practice uniform because the bitches must have perfect
posture on competition day."
"Yes, coach," the girls replied as they looked down at us.
"Herding practice mistresses," the coach ordered clapping her
hands. "Put the eye covers on your bitches and have them line up
anus to nose in any order you what."
The mistresses pulled our tails out of our rear-ends and tossed
them over by the bench. I don't know whose anus I put my nose
into but Zoe pushed my head down a little too far and my nose
sank into the anus a little more. I breathed deeply and thought
it was Cindy's anus that I was smelling. It was a beautiful
smell. Zoe patted and stroked my head then patted my right side
like one would do to a real dog.
"Good girl," she praised as she scratched the top of my head.
For the next hour we followed each other around the room
blindfolded. Every fifteen minutes the mistresses would take a
break but we remained with our noses in the anus of the woman in
front of us.  Because my sense of smell was so much stronger, I
found the scent intoxicating, and I don't think I was the only
one: I didn't know who was behind me but I felt their nose press
harder than normal against my anus and the sensation sent
delicious signals to my cunt. The mistresses had their bamboo
canes and every now and then they corrected our form as we
followed each other. Crawling around with the ropes attached to
our collars and heels was difficult and every now and then there
was `whack' on the rear-end of one of us when we got it wrong.
"Very good mistresses. Time to give a water break to your bitch.
Take the blindfolds off and pour a little water from the bottle
there into your hand and have them sip it from palm."
 "Very good, Baby Girl," Zoe praised as I stuck my tongue out and
lapped the little bit of water from her cupped hand while she
patted my head with her free hand.
"SIT!" she ordered as she stood up. We were all sitting in a nice
line waiting for the next command.
"Mistresses, please remove your panties or your thongs," the
coach asked with a slight catch in her voice, and the girls
giggled as they dropped our leashes. The five of us looked up
anxiously at the girls as they slipped their thongs off. I caught
a glimpse of the promised land between Zoe's legs and the
delightful smell that came from between her legs had me moist and
my adrenaline flowing. "And now attach their tails on them,
please."
I could hear the girls picking up our tails. I felt Zoe push the
bubble end of my tail into my anus, then she lightly grasped the
hair portion of my tail and ran her hand up and down it, stroking
it. Each movement moved the implanted bulb rubbed against the rim
of my stretched anus and that excited me.
"This is for the hunting instincts portion of the competition.
Rub your thong in the face of your bitch and let her get a good
smell of your essence," the coach continued.
The girls were still giggling as they bent over at the waist and
"smeared" their thongs in our faces. Zoe smiled down at me and
she wiped her thong over my nose and mouth like she was washing
my face. I breathed deeply, inhaling her musky scent, wondering
if should dare to stick out my tongue to taste the damp fabric.
Gawd, how I wished I could bottle that scent: it was such a
lovely fragrance, somewhere between the innocence of a young girl
and the more musky smell of a fresh teenager and it filled me
with a longing for its source.
"Okay, mistresses, put the blind folds back on and walk across
the room. I will give the command for your bitch to find you. If
she has properly smelled your essence she should find you."
I listened carefully and could hear Zoe walking away from me but
was not sure of the direction.
"Mistresses, please don't say anything or give encouragement
while your bitch finds you. Okay, bitches find your mistress,"
the coach ordered.
I immediately put my nose up and sniffed the air. Ah, yes, that
lovely smell. I could also smell the other Mistresses' cunt
smells also and for a moment it confused me. Suddenly I detected
Angie's smell and then there it was again, Zoe's cunt. I
tentatively took several steps forward in the direction of the
smell but I lost it again.
Concentrate Kathy, come on, you can do it. Find that teen pussy.
I sniffed the air again. I could hear the girls snickering and
giggling and I blushed: the five of us must have been a sight to
see as we sniffed the air around us, trying to track our
mistresses. I wondered obscenely if they were just standing there
watching us, or trying to help us, spreading their smooth little
labia open to release more of their delicious odour.
I bumped into one of the others, and there was more giggling.
There was Zoe's smell again. Okay easy, easy, take your time
following it, I told myself. Zoe's scent got stronger the closer
I got to her. I stopped again and breathed deep, then started
forward. The smell was really strong so she had to be close.
Suddenly I bumped into her legs, her thighs actually as I had my
head up sniffing the air.
Zoe giggled. "Good girl!" she cooed as she rubbed me behind my
ears. "Yes, you are, you're a nice doggie for finding me," Zoe
gushed and I wagged my tail back and forth. I sniffed at her and
became suddenly aware that her cunt scent had moved down below
the level of my head, and I realised that she must have squatted
down in front of me. I cursed my blindfold and tried to imagine
the fresh young pussy just inches in front of me, moist and
smooth with her lips gaping slightly as she opened her thighs,
and I leaned forward sniffing for it.
"Oh, Baby Girl, you naughty bitch," she giggled as she patted my
head and rubbed my back.
"Bitches," the coach announced. "If you are the last one to sniff
out your mistress you will be punished with the rolled up
newspaper."
Suddenly I heard, "Bad Foofu, bad doggie," followed by a slapping
sound and whimpers: Karen must have been smacking Foofu with the
rolled up newspaper and I could hear sobbing as Foofu took her
punishment.
"Again," the coach said.
For the next hour we sniffed out our mistresses and near the end
of the practice, Coach Wagner had us sniff the anus of our
mistresses. Zoe bent over and pushed her ass into my face,
waggling her bottom against my nose so that its tip almost slid
inside the little brown hole. It took us longer to find our
mistress based on their anus smell - somehow the individual
smells were less distinctive - but I managed to find Zoe fairly
quickly. Foofu was punished two more times and Cricket, seeking
out Angie, was punished for being the last. I could hear Angie
beating her with the rolled-up newspaper until she was crying
with each smack.
"Break time, mistresses," the coach said clapping her hands.
"SIT!" came the order for us, but the girls didn't take our eye
covers off and we had to sit there waiting for them.
"Very good practice, mistresses. Please practice this at home and
this weekend."
"Sure, coach," the girls replied as they sat on the bench and for
several minutes the girls talked about school and giggled about
one thing or another while we sat there patiently in our
positions.
"Okay, mistresses, give your bitches something to drink," the
coach said at last.
Zoe came over and stood next to me. Her left thigh was against
the side of my face as she bent over a little and put her cupped
hand under my mouth.
"Drink, Baby Girl," she ordered. I found it difficult to lap the
water from her hand with her cunt and its intoxicating smell so
close to me but she rubbed her left hand through my hair as I
lapped the water and said coaxingly, "There you go, Baby Girl,
nice doggie."
"Obstacle course practice mistresses," the coach clapped. "Please
retrieve your cattle prods and remove the rope from their
stiletto's and the eye covers."
Oh fuck! Not again.
For the next hour the girls worked us around the obstacle course
using the cattle prod. I found it hard to concentrate doing the
course while worrying about getting zapped by that damn prod.  I
managed quite well but Foofu and Cricket were shocked the most I
think. Zoe ran me around the obstacles giving me encouragement
when I did good and admonishing me when I messed up. She
corrected my mistakes as we went along and although I was zapped
several times on my nipples, for the most part I think I did
well.
As I ran around the course, I found myself bombarded by smells: I
could smell Zoe and the girls and every now and then the coach
would walk by, talking to the girls, and I could smell her too. I
suddenly understood why real dogs could be so easily distracted
when they caught an interesting scent: I sure as hell wanted to
bury my nose so many times in some juicy little crotch that
happened to be nearby.
We took it in turns. While one of us worked the course the other
four sat with their eye-covers on and the girls would come by and
idly squeeze our tits or flick our nipples. The coach encouraged
the girls to take advantage of us in this way because the judges
would be doing the same thing. They were watching our reaction to
see if we moved or not: if we moved we were punished but it was
hard not to because of the eye-covers. Suddenly feeling strong
and confident fingers squeezing your nipples would make anybody
jump but I did my best to hold my posture.
"One last practice feature for today mistresses. Your bitches
need to show more enthusiasm for you. Have them bark and wag
their tails and show devotion to you for five minutes. If you
decide that you are not satisfied with your bitch's enthusiasm
then you will tell them to punish themselves."
"What's that coach?" asked nine year-old Karen.
"You'll see Mistress Karen," smiled the coach as she looked at
her watch. "Time begins now!"
Zoe was smiling down at me. I gulped and looked up at her.
"ARF! ARF!" I barked, wagging my tongue as best I could and
trying to wag my tail from my sitting position. Zoe put her hands
on her hips and turned away from me and I whined and rubbed my
left cheek up and down her calf. The thirteen year-old giggled
and looked down at me. I looked up, my tongue lolling out, and my
eyes were looking at her crotch. She had not put her thong on
after the sniff practice! I licked my lips and sniffed rapidly as
if trying to suck her essence into my nostrils. She smelt and
looked divine! She was smooth and hairless with little goose
bumps on her vulva and her puffy labia seemed swollen and red.
Best of all, the crease where they joined glistened with her
arousal, as if inviting my tongue. What better way to show my
devotion and enthusiasm!
I sat up on my hind legs as best I could and stuck my head up
under her skirt. "ARF, ARF, ARF!" I barked and Zoe laughed and
playfully pushed my head away.
"ARF, ARF, ARF!" I went again and this time was able to sniff her
anus. Zoe didn't do anything to stop me and her fragrance was
heaven to my nostrils. What does she scrub her ass with?
"You naughty bitch, Baby Girl," she laughed. She did nothing to
push me away but rather bent forward a little, allowing me to
bury my nose in her ass crack. It was all the invitation I needed
and I decided to go for it, sticking my tongue out and running it
up and down her anus.
"OOOhhhh! Fucking Hell, Baby Girl!" she moaned.
"Time!" the coach yelled out.
But I didn't quit. "Time, Baby Girl!" the coach yelled again, but
Zoe didn't push my head away.
"SIT!" Zoe finally said and I reluctantly pulled my head away and
sat back.
I noticed the others looking at me and blushed, realising
suddenly how carried away I had got in my efforts to lick that
delicious little hole, and yet again I wondered what on earth was
happening to me.
Angie was staring at me and had a look on her face that seemed to
ask, "What are you doing?" I turned several shades more red but I
felt strangely proud of myself and I licked my lips as Zoe smiled
at me.
"Okay mistresses, which bitch needs to punish herself?" Coach
Wagner asked.
"Foofu," said Karen.
"Dinky Pooh," added Stacey.
I looked at Barb and Mary and saw the desperate looks on their
faces.
"Mistress Karen and Mistress Stacey get your cattle prods and
hold them in front of your bitch."
Karen and Stacey did so while looking at the coach. "Foofu and
Dinky Pooh stick your tongues out and lean forward touching your
tongue to the cattle prod."
Barb and Mary looked at each other in shock and then the coach
with expressions of disbelief, but she ignored them and stepped
back. Even from this distance, I could smell her.
Karen looked at Foofu. "Do it bitch or I will punish you with the
cane!" the nine-year old hissed.
Stacey looked down at Dinky Pooh. "Come on Dinky Pooh, we've had
a good practice so far don't spoil it."
Dinky Pooh resigned herself to the punishment and leaned forward.
Her tongue touched the cattle prod and she yelped loudly and
grabbed her tongue as best she could with her dog paws. Poor
Foofu watched her, her nervousness growing, but didn't move.
"Take your uniforms off pets and bring Foofu to the bench for her
punishment," Megan ordered.
"See you on Tuesday, mistresses," Coach Wagner said as she
grabbed her things.

Barb was already crying as we quickly took our uniforms off and
then Cindy and I took her arms and led her to the bench. She
didn't resist but sobbed loudly, tears of dreadful anticipation
already rolling down her cheeks. We laid her down on the bench,
Maggie and Mary taking hold of her legs, and we spread eagled
her, holding her open and exposed ready for our punishment. I
felt my heart rate increase and my sex moisten and I glanced
guiltily at the others and saw the same secret lust in their
eyes. We looked over at the mistresses, expecting them to come
over, but they ignored us as they talked in hushed tones on the
other side of the room.

Just as the coach reached the door, Megan called out, "Hold on a
minute!" and she stopped and turned as the girls walked over to
her.

"Yes, Mistress Megan?" she asked as she stood in the doorway, and
we turned to watch, sensing that something interesting was about
to happen: even Barb, whimpering under our grip, turned her head
towards them.

Megan ran the back of her hand up and down the coach's face.
"From now on, coach, you'll address us in the third person," she
said, smiling.

For a moment Coach Wagner looked surprised and then blushed and
nodded her head. "Coach Wagner will address the mistresses in the
third person."

"Yeah, and if you forget there will be consequences," Angie added
firmly. The girls were clearly staring her down, and she nodded
her head and averted her eyes.

"Coach Wagner will do her best not to forget, mistresses."

 "One more thing coach, you must ask us for permission to leave
our presence," Stacey said as she stepped closer to the coach and
touched her breasts.
"Coach Wagner understands, mistresses. Can Coach Wagner please
have the mistresses permission to leave their presence to go
home?"
"You have our permission," Karen replied and then, after a short
pause she added, "Coachie."
"Thank you mistresses," Coach Wagner stammered.
After the coach left the girls turned their attention towards us.
Karen picked up her bamboo cane and swished it in the air. "Five
swats on Foofu's rear-end," she announced. "You four fucks will
count each stroke." she said looking at us.
Our eyes got big and I could see that Maggie looked at her
daughter and was about to say something to her but instead we
replied, "Yes, Mistress Karen."
The nine year-old stepped around to the front of Barb. "After the
five strokes Foofu, you will still put your tongue on the prod.
If you refuse to do it you'll be given another five strokes but
this time on your breasts. Do you understand?"
"Foofu understands, Mistress Karen," sobbed Barb. "But, you don't
have to punish me I will put my tongue on the prod now." She
looked up pleadingly at the youngster with tears in her eyes.
"Too late Foofu, you had your chance," Karen replied as she
walked around to the rear of the bench.
"Please Mistress Karen, Foofu will do it, Foofu will do anything
you ask," Barb cried desperately and the four of us holding Barb
looked at the little girl.
"Hush, Foofu or I will double the strokes," Karen replied
swishing the cane again.
[SMACK] "One!" the four of us chanted and Barb grunted.
Karen swished the cane again but waited a little bit and the
dreadful anticipation on Barb's face made me throb.
[SMACK] "Two!" we cried. Barb gasped and tried to pull her arms
and legs in but we held her firm.
Karen waited. The other mistresses were just standing there
watching the proceedings and my nose told me that all the
spectators were aroused. Karen stepped forward and ran her left
hand around Barb's ass cheeks checking the two red marks.
[SMACK] "Three!" we said looking down at our friend.
Swish, swish went the cane as Karen swung it back and forth and
the sound of that clearly terrified Barb. Again Karen carefully
ran her fingers around Barb's ass cheeks.
[SMACK] "Four!" we said in unison and Barb cried out loud with
the pain. I looked at her buttocks and saw four angry red welts
on her flesh.
[SMACK] "Five!" Barb cried out again, even louder and was unable
to control her sobbing.
Karen picked up the cattle prod and walked around to the front
her. "Now put your tongue on the prod, shit for brains," she
ordered.
We felt Barb's arms and legs tense and held on harder as she
stuck her tongue out slowly and touched the prod. She jumped and
yelped and struggled in our hands.
"You stupid fuck, that wasn't so bad was it?" asked the nine
year-old as she patted Barb on the head.
"Foofu doesn't think that was so bad, Mistress Karen," she
sobbed. The four of us didn't like the use of the words that
Karen said but we said nothing and just stood obediently holding
Foofu's sobbing body as Karen walked over and picked up her
stuff.
Megan said, "Practice is over pets, get dressed." We let go of
Barb at last found our things and proceeded to get dressed.
"Hurry up, pets, we don't have all fucking evening. We have
homework to do," Megan said as she gathered her own stuff
together.
On the drive home Angie looked over at me. "Would you have pet?"
she asked.
"Would Baby Girl have done what mistress?" I replied quickly,
proud of myself for remembering to reply in the third person.
"Would you have continued to kiss and lick Zoe's bottom?"
I thought for a moment. Fuck yes I would've: even now, I could
still remember the smell of her. "Baby Girl was showing proper
devotion and enthusiasm to Mistress Zoe as demanded by the coach,
mistress."
Why didn't I just fucking admit it to Angie?
"Will you show the same devotion to me and the other girls?"
"Baby Girl will show the same devotion and enthusiasm if it is
demanded of her," I replied without taking my eyes off the road.
Angie looked out the window. She turned again and looked at me.
"Do you know what the definition of the word `motherfucker' is,
mom?"
I gasped. Wow, that was out of the blue. I quickly looked across
at her and then back to the road. I bit my lip and considered how
to answer her question. "That is a vulgar word, mistress."
"Third person, mother," Angie said.
"Baby Girl, thinks that word is vulgar," I replied gripping the
wheel.
"I kinda like the word, but do you know what the definition is?"
I wondered where she was going with this. "Baby Girl does not
know the definition of the word."
Angie paused, "Say the word, pet."
"Motherfucker."
Angie leaned forward in her seat and opened her bag. She took out
her pad and tapped on it.
"Motherfucker," she said. "Is an adult female who does something
really stupid or is about to do something really stupid." Angie
looked over at me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see she
was clearly nervous about something. I remained silent and
gripped the wheel even tighter, the adrenalin rising in my
stomach.
"I like the word motherfucker. We learned about it in writing
class today. After studying the word I thought of you."
I quickly looked across at her in surprise, my shock written all
over my face.
"Angie," I started to say. I felt stunned and hurt.
"Shush," she paused, "motherfucker."
I looked back at the road and back to Angie and tears welled up
in my eyes. She was still staring at me.
"Please," I tried to say, wiping my eyes, for a moment forgetting
my training, forgetting everything except the pain I felt that
she should refer to me like that.
"You're my motherfucker, it's what I want."
"Baby Girl begs you, mistress, it is a vulgar word and it hurts
Baby Girl's feelings," I tried to say but Angie ignored my plea.
"Say the word, mother," Angie ordered me.
I hesitated.
"Mother!" Angie said as she leaned forward rummaging through her
bag, bringing out the cattle prod. Would Angie actually use the
cattle prod on me while I was driving? I felt suddenly frightened
and didn't want to find out.
I shrugged my shoulders and wiped the tears from my eyes again.
"Motherfucker."
"And what is Baby Girl?" Angie asked. Her voice was firm, almost
cold.
"Baby Girl is your motherfucker," I chanted.
"Say it again."
"Baby Girl is your motherfucker," I said and sobbed.
"There, that wasn't so hard was it?"
"No mistress, Baby Girl doesn't think that was so hard," I
sniffed and all at once I could smell her: she was excited!
The rest of the journey home was spent in silence, except for my
occasional sniffles. I felt degraded and humiliated and hurt, and
I wondered why Angie had suddenly been so cruel to me. Was it
another part of the fucking training, or was my daughter now in
so deep that all she thought of me was as her bitch? What had
happened to that tenderness between us when we had started all of
this? And what was all this 'motherfucker' business about and why
did it arouse her? It was only when we drew into our street that
another thought occurred to me: I had lied when I said that I
didn't know the definition of the word, but mine was different to
hers. My definition of motherfucker was someone who fucked their
mother.....
After dinner, as usual, I was on my hands and knees next to
Angie's desk and she was doing her homework. I had my new
stiletto's on with the string attached to my collar and there was
a little depression in my lower back, my head was held straight
with the rope for my posture training. I could smell my
daughter's essence, the beautiful smell coming from between her
legs. Hell, I was so wet between my legs: it was as if Angie was
torturing me with her smells.
Could I lick and sniff my daughter like I did Zoe? I wondered.
The old me, her mother, would have been shocked by the very
thought, but I had moved on so far since then. Now, gazing at
her, scenting her, made me drip with desire, made me want to bury
myself between her legs. Even so, if I ever got the chance, I was
not sure I could just go ahead and do it without being consumed
by guilt, unless of course she ordered me.
"Okay, pet, time for a little good girl punishment like the coach
talked to you fucks about before practice," Angie said as she
pushed her chair back. She reached down and untied the rope from
my collar and stiletto's.
I quickly started to remove my uniform while she walked over to
her bed and sat on the edge. She looked nervous and that worried
me. In less than a minute I was standing in the middle of the
room with Angie looking at me.
"I am very happy about your progress in this competition. We are
proud of all of you mothers," Angie smiled.
"Baby Girl thanks you," I said staring straight ahead.
"But to step up your training and obedience I am going to add
some things here at home and we will add things at practice."
I almost nodded my head as I was wondering what she was getting
at. Clearly the girls had been talking with the coach.
"So that you mentally adjust to these changes, I am going to
increase your Good Girl punishments. These punishments won't be
hard for you because they are only designed to deepen your
obedience and acceptance to me and the other mistresses."
It sounded to me like Angie had rehearsed this little speech. She
was nervous but focused in her delivery.
"Do you understand?" she asked, not really looking directly at
me.
"Baby Girl understands Mistress Angie," I replied without looking
at her.
Angie looked down at her lap and back up at me again. She licked
her lips and I could tell she was about to announce something to
me. Well, get it over with! I thought anxiously.
"The first change is that you will..."  She seemed to stumble for
a moment and took a deep breath. "If I call you 'motherfucker',
you will refer to yourself as 'motherfucker', if refer to you as
'mom' or 'mother' you will refer to yourself as 'mom' or
'mother', or 'Baby Girl' or any other name I come up with. This
is so that you pay close attention to me at times and to what I
am saying, understand, motherfucker?"
I turned my head to look at her with a look of surprise.
"Don't say anything that will get you in trouble, mom," Angie
said as she sat up straight on the bed.
I bit my lip and looked forward, tears forming in my eyes as I
thought about what she had just said. "Motherfucker understands,
Mistress Angie."
"Very good." Angie smiled like she was relieved she finally got
it off her chest.
"Can Baby Girl ask a question mistress Angie?" I asked as I
looked at her again.
"Go ahead," she replied as she folded her hands in her lap
looking at me.
How do I ask this? "Is Mistress Angie aware that the word
motherfucker is a vulgar word and hurts Baby Girl's feelings?"
"Yes you said that in the car but I don't care because the word
pleases me and it... it excites me when I hear it, especially
from you."
This time she didn't look away and we stared at each other. Yes,
I could tell it excited her by her odour.
"Are you going to be disobedient on this, mother?" Angie said,
her voice edged with excitement and anticipation.
I looked at my daughter and a glimmer of understanding formed in
my head. This change was something she clearly wanted. It wasn't
simply another means of humiliating me into puppy girl obedience,
but more because of what my nose told me; because it aroused her,
because it made her cunt wet. And if I had learned nothing else
during these two weeks, I knew that that was what I wanted too.
"Baby Girl would be....  proud to be called motherfucker by her
mistress and to refer to herself as a motherfucker," I said as I
sniffled. Yet again I had sunk a little lower in this competition
but verbal abuse was something I could handle if it made Angie
happy.
Angie seemed to relax, and for a moment or too she smiled at me,
before returning to her mistress role. "Thanks mother, now for
your Good Girl punishment.  Go to the night stand and pick out
the instrument for your punishment."
I walked over to the night stand and looked at Miss Riding Crop,
Miss Cane, the newspaper, and the cattle prod. I picked out Miss
Cane and turned and walked back to her, placing it in her
outstretched hands.
"Go stand in the middle of the room and bend over, grabbing your
legs." Angie ordered as she stood up.
I bent over at the waist grabbing my legs just below my knees and
she came and stood in front of me, tapping the cane gently
against her palm.
"You will announce the stroke and say `I'm a stupid
motherfucker', understand, mother?" she said in a husky voice,
starting swishing the cane back and forth.
I sniffed quietly and could really scent her cunt smells. She was
excited and clearly very wet and in a perverse way I was
contributing to her excitement. She walked around to my left
side.
[SMACK] "One, I'm a stupid motherfucker!"
Angie ran her left hand around my ass cheeks just as Zoe had at
the practice. She walked around me again the paused swishing the
crop back and forth.
[SMACK] "Two, I'm a stupid motherfucker!" I sniffed. That hurt.
She swished the crop back and forth again, waiting.
[SMACK] "Three, I'm a stupid motherfucker!" I moaned, feeling my
butt burning.
I felt her hand smoothing my ass cheeks and for a second her
fingers just feathering over my anus, then more swishing of the
crop.
[SMACK] "Four, I'm a stupid motherfucker!" I groaned. Fuck that
hurt!
Her left hand smoothed my  burning ass cheeks.
[SMACK] "Five, I'm a stupid motherfucker!" I said with relief.
"Kiss Miss Cane and thank her," Angie ordered as she held the
cane in front of her.
I puckered my lips and kissed the cane. "This stupid motherfucker
thanks you Miss Cane for correcting my behavior." I had tears in
my eyes and was sobbing just a little.
"Put Miss Cane away," Angie ordered again as she tore a piece of
paper from her notebook. She took out a pink marker and handed
both things to me.
"Write the words `STUPID MOTHERFUCKER' on the paper and pin it on
the wall over there." I did as I was told and then walked back
and stood in front of my daughter.
"Go stand in front of the paper mother," Angie pointed to the
paper on wall.
"Yes, Mistress Angie." I stood in front of the paper staring at
the words and blushed. I not only agreed to the use of the word
but I had written it down and I was now staring at it. How stupid
can I be? According to Angie's definition I was a motherfucker
and perhaps hers was right after all! I should just quit the
competition; enough of this bull shit I thought, suddenly
rebellious, but no, Angie's future was at stake and verbal abuse
is nothing.
I guess I stood staring at that piece of paper for about fifteen
minutes until Angie snapped her fingers. "Come here Baby Girl and
kneel in front of me."
I quickly complied and she gently took my head and pulled me
forward to her lap, my head resting on her thighs. She gently
stroked my short page boy haircut and rubbed my left ear between
her fingers.
"I really appreciate what you're doing for me, mom," she said in
a soft voice still stroking my head. "I know this is hard for you
but if you think about it, you have agreed to everything I have
asked and that I really do appreciate. It excites me that I own
you and that you follow my instructions. I have a feeling that
this competition will be so great that we will win it because you
are obedient and complaint with me. Don't you agree?"
I nodded my head on her lap, taking in her cunt aroma. "Yes,
Mistress Angie, Baby Girl agrees."
Angie hesitated then asked, "Is there anything you want to say,
my little stupid motherfucker?"
I tried to lift my head from her lap but her hand held me down.
What could I say? What did I want to say?
"This stupid motherfucker is pleased that she can serve her
mistress, her daughter." I paused. Was that a lie or the truth?
"This stupid motherfucker loves serving her mistress by showing
her proper devotion and obedience." There I said it.
"Oh, gawd, mom, I love you!" Angie gushed as she ran her fingers
around my neck and face, creating goose bumps, and then she
kissed the top of my head. I looked up at her. She was smiling
down at me.
"Up on the bed, mother. Time for your masturbation, you've earned
it."
I smiled and jumped up on the bed and lay on my back, pulling my
legs to my chest. If I had been wearing my tail, I would have
been wagging it furiously. Angie sat at the foot of the bed and
slowly rubbed me, her fingers soft at first, caressing my slit
and anus. As my breathing got heavier, she took my clit clamp off
and poked her fingers deep into my cunt. I thought about the
humiliation and pain of this evening and now there was the
pleasure part, and my beautiful daughter.
With the fingers of her right hand inside my cunt and the index
finger of her left rubbing my clit, I was moaning and squirming
in no time as I felt the longed for pleasure growing inside me.
"Very good mom, cum for your mistress, give me that cum," she
hissed, and the lust in her voice drove me closer. I groaned
louder. Yes, this was her cum, it belonged to her, it was my gift
to her. In less than two minutes I was bucking under her hands
and fingers, my juices coating her, cumming for my daughter.
Ten minutes later I was handcuffed and tied to the bed and the
lights were out.

****
Tuesday:
I was kneeling by the front door as Angie came out of the kitchen
carrying her backpack.
"We need food so go grocery shopping," she stated simply but
added, "motherfucker." She stood by the front door and I reached
out and licked her left hand. "We're gonna try something
different today, mom. When I get back, I want you to greet me
here at the door with your uniform on."
"Yes mistress Angie, Baby Girl understands," I replied still
licking her hand.
"I want you to show proper devotion and enthusiasm when I walk in
the door just like a real dog would," she smiled down at me and
added, "because my stupid little motherfucker is my loyal doggie,
right?"
Between licks I replied, "Yes Mistress Angie, this stupid little
motherfucker is her loyal doggie."
"Good, now make sure you show me real devotion when I come home."
"Yes mistress Angie," I wondered if I could do that, but then
remembered yesterday's practice and the scent of Zoe's anus.
"This competition training will be getting harder and harder mom,
will you be ready for it?"
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl will be ready for it." Would I be? Was I
ready to go deeper into the training?
Angie opened the door. "Oh, one more thing, wear something sexy
when you go shopping today. You pick it out. Something that says
I'm proud to be owned my daughter, understand?"
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl understands," I could smell her wetness:
she was excited which made me excited too. Fuck I was wet from
just slobbering all over her left hand.
Angie pulled her hand away from my lips. "If you are a good girl
when I get home I might let you cum again, with my help of
course," she smiled. "Have a good day, mother," she said as she
walked out the door.
I ran upstairs to the bathroom and lifted the toilet lid. Oh my
gawd, there it is, a beautiful one piece light brown turd
floating in the green dye. I looked to the side of the toilet and
sitting there was a dinner plate with a fork and knife and a
dozen crackers. I gently scooped up the turd on the plate and
looked at it adoringly. To me at that moment it looked so
beautiful with its smooth cylindrical shape and elegant pointed
ends where Angie's tight little ring had pinched down on it, and
in my mind's eye I visualised her anus dilating and watching it
slide slowly out of her. I sniffed it tentatively and felt my
senses overwhelmed by its dark musk and I began to salivate.
A thought occurred to me: should I eat this lovely treat, this
gift of love from my daughter here in the bathroom, or should I
eat it in the kitchen where she could watch me. If I ate it in
the kitchen then for the first time it would be in the open;
Angie would know. I felt nervous and had a tingling sensation in
my stomach: it would be such a big step, a final admission of my
dark and delicious perversion which until now had been
acknowledged, but never seen. Hell, I thought, this whole
competition thing had been a big step for me and if I was going
to go deeper then I might as well get something out of it. And it
went further than that: after last night, I wanted to lay myself
bare to Angie, to show her how far I was willing to degrade
myself in order to please her.
I walked into the kitchen and set the plate on the counter in
plain view of the camera. I looked around and then picked up a
knife and fork before gently cutting the turd and wiping a piece
of it on the end of the knife. I picked up a cracker and wiped
the end of the knife on the cracker, spreading her soft shit over
it. I looked up at the camera and then slowly, deliberately
popped the cracker in my mouth and began to eat. There, it was
out in the open, there was no denying it. I closed my eyes and
savoured the taste, a look of ecstasy on my face that I hoped
would convince Angie to leave more turds for me.
After I had finished and washed the plate, I headed back upstairs
to start my cleaning. I cleaned Angie's room first then went into
Bill's. On the floor was a pair of flesh-colored stilettos, Ida
Carter's stilettos, and when I picked them up I noticed the scuff
marks around the front of the toes, the kind of scuff marks that
told me that Ida was on her knees, probably sucking Bill's cock.
I turned them over in my hands in an agony of indecision: should
I clean them? Would Angie want me to clean them? Why does Bill
keep bringing Ida's stuff home? Will I get punished if I don't
clean them?
I sniffed the shoes, smelling the reek of Ida's feet
perspiration. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked the
one of the tips and then rubbed my thumb up and down to remove
the scuff marks. I became aware of a tingly sensation in my
stomach as I started to lick the other shoe. What is happening to
me, I wondered: I should be hating Ida Carter, not licking her
shoes. I puckered my lips and kissed the tip of the other shoe
and a wicked idea entered my perverted mind. I walked back to
Angie's room taking one of her red lipstick rolls and went into
the bathroom and carefully applied the lipstick to my lips. My
stomach was tingling as I looked at the stiletto and I puckered
my lips and carefully plant a kiss on the tip. I looked at it and
smiled. Perfect! I planted several more kisses on the shoe then
carefully placed it on Angie's night stand with the other
instruments of my shame. I stepped back and stared at it, my
lipstick lips all over it, and my clit jumped.
I finished cleaning Bill's room and headed back to Angie's room
to get dressed for the grocery store and as I put on my clothes,
I couldn't stop glancing at the stiletto. What is it that makes
me think and do such perverted things, I wondered as I headed out
of the house.
Arriving at the grocery store, I walked slowly across the parking
lot, acutely aware of the way I was dressed. I was wearing my
best halter top with the words "Women Suck!" across the front, a
short denim skirt, white thigh-high stockings held up by my
garter belt with the straps exposed, and my new black six inch
stilettos. I hoped Angie would approve of my choice of clothes, I
mean, I was a middle-aged mom and the clothes I was wearing
screamed 'whore', so much so that as I walked into the grocery
store, people were staring at me.
A couple of boys whistled and smiled at me and one yelled out,
"Hey, the whore house is a couple blocks that way!" The others
laughed and I smiled and stuck my tongue out at them. The female
patrons all stared at me, some smirked and others openly gawked.

In the check-out line a lady behind me asked me if I was the
puppy girl competition because my face looked familiar. "Were you
on the news?" she asked me.
I smiled at her and nodded my head. "Yes, that was me," I replied
with an odd sense of pride.
"I thought so. I saw you outside your home the other week." She
rummaged through her purse and pulled out a paper and pen smiling
at me with what seemed like genuine excitement. "Can I have your
autograph, Baby Girl?"
I looked at her in surprise that she had used my per name and she
pointed at my neck. Oh yes, my dog collar.
"Um, sure, why not?" I stuttered. For a moment I wondered if I
should write my real name or Baby Girl? I could have written
`motherfucker' but that would have required an explanation.
"You know," the lady said, leaning closer to me as I scribbled my
name. "You've got big balls to show up here dressed the way you
are and I love that. Fuck these other bitches if they don't agree
with the idea of the puppy girl sport."
"Thanks," I replied as I handed the paper and pen back to her.
She looked at it and smiled. "Thanks Baby Girl and good luck.
I'll be rooting for you on the day!" With a wave she grabbed her
bags and headed out the door.
Wow, my first autograph and I hadn't done anything yet! I
continued into the store with a tingly sensation in my stomach
and a little spring in my step.
 The checker stared at me as I put my stuff on the scanner. She
looked to be thirty something, with her hair in pig tails and
wearing a tight smock so tight that her cleavage was openly
displayed and her nipples stuck out. "So, um, Baby Girl what's it
like to be your daughter's bitch?" she asked with a smile on her
face.
"It's the best feeling in the world," I replied.
"My daughter asked me to join the sport but I told her that no
self-respecting woman would do something like that," she said
putting my things in a bag, seemingly unaware of how insulting
her words were.
"Well," I said firmly, looking her directly in the eye, "I
respect myself and I'm supporting my daughter's future. Maybe you
should think more of your daughter's needs and a little less of
yours." I didn't wait for a response but picked up my bags and
left, noticing with satisfaction that the women behind me were
giving the checker dirty looks. Good for them!
When I returned home I made sure my dog bowl was filled with dry
dog food and there were six treats laid out next to the water
bowl. I decided to undress as I felt more comfortable that way
and my skin seemed to shine better without clothes on. It was
almost like my skin had developed a light cinnamon color as if I
had a sun tan: that retriever look. It felt smooth to the touch
and I thought it was kind of nice that I had no blemishes or
moles; that was a plus in this competition.
I noticed the time so I hurried upstairs to get my uniform on to
greet Angie. I saw the stiletto on the night stand and picked it
up and took it to Bill's room. I opened the closet, half tempted
to leave my lipstick marks on the shoe, but I hated Ida Carter so
I rubbed them off and placed the stiletto next to the other one.
I had grown to love this moment of the day, when Angie came home.
I had a feeling she would bring Kayla and Julie with her just to
humiliate me in front of them and with a tingly shudder I
remembered their last visit. I just hoped she wouldn't call me
motherfucker in front of them. As I put my uniform on and reached
around and pushed my tail into my anus, I wondered why Kayla and
Julie were so anxious to masturbate in front of me. Not that I
was complaining; they both had very lovely pussies and I would be
only too happy if they ordered me to watch them. I think they did
it with me because they really wanted to do it at home but their
mothers disapproved.
I crawled down the stairs and went to the front window, peeking
my head through the curtain on the lower part of the window to
watch for the school bus. Suddenly the thought occurred to me
that real dogs waited for the school bus, eager to welcome their
young masters or mistresses just like me. No, I'm an educated
adult woman, but I blush as I look at my uniform. Was I really
becoming a dog?
At last I saw the school bus coming down the street and my heart
started beating quicker. I was a little nervous and more than a
little wet: I had to make this good or else there might be
punishment. I saw Kayla get off the bus followed by Julie and
then, after several other kids exited the bus, Angie stepped off
and my heart raced.
The girls were laughing about something as they came towards the
house and then I heard them on the porch just on the other side
of the door. I decided to do something special.
 "Arf, arf," I yelled out at the door.
"Hi, Mrs Woods!" Kayla yelled and I could hear Angie and Julie
laughing.
"Arf, arf," I barked as the door opened.
"Baby Girl!" Angie said as I kissed and licked her calves and
thighs while she stood in the doorway. Behind her, Julie and
Kayla pushed their way in causing the door to open wider.
For a moment I was embarrassed because somebody could see me but
thoughts of punishment and arousal pushed my embarrassment away.
"Arf, arf," I said as I kissed Julie's knees and legs and then
did the same with Kayla. I wrapped my arms around Julie and
Kayla's thighs kissing them and both girls giggled as they tried
to walk into the house.
"Come on Mrs Woods, it's good to see you too!" Kayla laughed as
she pushed me away. I saw Angie step into the living room and I
let go of Julie and Kayla and scampered over to her, putting my
head under dress and kissing her buttocks.
Angie reached around and pushed my head away but not very hard.
"Hi, Baby Girl, it's good to see you."
"Arf, arf, arf," I yelled as Julie and Kayla closed the front
door and walked towards the sofa. In my enthusiasm I almost
tripped Julie, trying to kiss her shoes and ankles.
"Baby Girl, SIT!" Angie ordered.
I sat back on my heels and tucked my hands under my breasts. I
kept a smile on my face and tongue wagging back and forth as best
I could and my tail flicked back and forth with each squeeze of
my rear-end. Yes, there I was, an educated adult woman acting
like a dog. I looked eagerly between Kayla, Julie and Angie as
they took off their backpacks and sat on the sofa.
"Come here Mrs Woods," Kayla called, clapping her hands. I
quickly scampered to her and she spread her thighs so I could
scoot between them. At once, I picked up the scent of her cunt
and I seemed to know from the freshness of the smell that it was
wet.
"Sit!" she told me.
I kept my smile in place and my tongue wagging and Kayla leaned
forward, scratching behind my ears, "You're such a good girl, Mrs
Woods," she cooed.
"Arf, arf, arf!" I wagged my tail energetically.
"You're such a naughty mommy to allow us to do this!" she giggled
as she patted my head and ran her fingers through my hair before
flicking my nipples with her right hand.
Julie leaned across Kayla's lap and pinched my nipples with her
index finger and thumb.
"Yeah, such an obedient mommy," Julie giggled.
"Fuck you guys!" Angie said as she got up. "I'll get some milk
and cookies to eat."
"Arf, arf, arf," I barked as Kayla and Julie played with me,
continuing to stroke my hair and tease my tits.
Angie returned with a tray of milk glasses and a bunch of
cookies. "Come Baby Girl, come here!" she commanded me.
"Arf, arf!" I scampered over to Angie's side and sat alert.
She tossed a doggie treat across the living room but I didn't
look at it, instead keeping my eyes on her. She put the tray on
the coffee table and sat down on the recliner.
"Eat!" she said as she turned the TV on.
I scurried across the living room and picked up the treat with my
teeth and heard Julie and Kayla giggle. "Your mom is so cool,
Ang, I just wish my mom would be as cool as her," Julie said.
I looked over at Angie and she had a proud look on her face. I
brought the treat over to the recliner and dropped it on the
floor, then settled myself on the floor and took a bite.
On the TV was the Dr Megan Stone show. "Oh goodie!" Kayla cried,
clapping her hands. "My favorite after-school show. My mom always
leaves the room when it comes on."
"So does mine," added Julie and giggled. "I think it makes her
horny and she gets embarrassed."
"Today's topic, ladies, is how to lick the anus of a young girl,"
the doctor said as the camera panned around the stage to show
four girls naked on all fours with their rear-ends upturned. Dr
Stone was wearing a little girl's school uniform, a tight white
blouse with a pink bow tie, a denim mini-skirt, pink thigh
stockings with black Mary Jane's. Her blonde hair was done in pig
tails.
"She's such a fucking bitch," Kayla said as she took a sip of her
milk.
"Fuck yeah, I saw her at the church last Saturday. The fucking
whore had all the kids wanting to fuck her!" Angie added. "I
wonder how much her daughter makes pimping her out."
"Kissing and licking the anus of a girl is an oral and anal sex
act where the adult woman stimulates the girl's anus by the use
of her mouth, including her lips and tongue. It is also referred
to as anal-oral contact and anal-oral sex, or colloquially as
rimming, and should be performed by an adult female for the
personal pleasure of the youngster. Its importance is not to be
underestimated. In a recent survey, eighty-seven percent of girls
aged between five and fourteen said that anal-oral sex was their
favourite form of stimulation, preferring it even to oral
stimulation of their cunts."
Dr Stone walked across the stage to the youngest looking girl.
She stood at the rear of the girl who was looking expectantly up
at the doctor. "The only pleasure for the adult woman while she
licks and kisses the girl's anus is the pride she has while
performing the act."
I looked at the girls who were glued to the TV and scented the
delicious blend of arousal that drifted from between their legs.
With my enhanced sense of smell, it was almost as if I was being
bathed in their juices. Fuck! What a wonderful thing smell was!
"The anus of a five year-old like Mandy here has a high
concentration of nerve endings and is an important erogenous zone
for the youngster. Because of those nerve endings the girl will
receive pleasure from the woman's lips and tongue during the
stimulation."
Dr Stone knelt down behind the girl clasping her arms behind her
back. "Ladies, make sure that you put your hands behind your
back. Only your lips, mouth and tongue should make contact with
the anus." Dr Stone put her mouth onto Mandy's little brownie and
kissed it then licked it. Mandy giggled. "That tickles Dr Stone."
The camera zoomed in as the doctor stabbed her tongue into the
little brown hole about a dozen times, each time appearing to go
deeper than the last. The doctor's eyes were open and staring
back at the camera.
"Gawd, what a dumb fucking whore she is!" Julie moaned as she
started to finger herself. I sniffed and could smell her young
essence, pungent and rich.
The doctor kissed and licked the five year-olds anus and the girl
moaned and groaned and moved her buttocks side to side,
encouraging the invasion.
Dr Stone removed her face from Mandy's bottom and stood up. She
still had her arms clasped behind her back, almost as if they had
been tied there.
"Doctor Stone is such a fuck wad," Kayla said as she stroked
herself. The smell the cunts of each girl intensified, the odours
mixing around me, and as I sniffed deeply, it was as if I could
taste them, like a cunt cocktail.
"OOOHHH!" Mandy moaned with a disappointed look as she looked at
the doctor.
As she walked to the next girl who was also on her hands and
knees, the doctor continued, "It is common for women to engage in
displays of affection with young girls but ladies be careful when
you kiss a youngster especially after kissing and licking the
anus. You might want to wash your mouth out with soap first
before you kiss a girl on the lips because you don't want to pass
any icky disease from your mouth to hers, but if you're gonna
kiss another anus then don't worry about cleaning your mouth, go
right ahead and lick the next one. Also a lot of girls love the
idea of women kissing each other immediately after licking the
anus because of the visual thrill of women swapping saliva with
the flavour of their anus on it." Dr Stone walked over to one of
the camera's filming her. A woman stood off to the side with
headsets on holding a tablet. Dr Stone french kissed the woman
and the woman eagerly ran her tongue around the doctor's lips and
into her mouth. The doctor walked back on stage.
"What a fucker she is," breathed Angie.
"Fuck yeah!" Kayla and Julie added.
"It is important at this point to also mention taste," Dr Stone
went on. "I know that some women, especially mothers, are
reluctant to perform anal-oral sex because they are frightened
that the girl's anus will taste foul, especially when the tongue
is deeply inserted." She paused. "Ladies, I cannot stress enough
how foolish that attitude is. Firstly, no little girl should be
denied such important pleasure simply because of you are thinking
of your own comfort. Secondly, the young anus has a flavour which
you will very quickly come to enjoy, so much so that you will
find you derive as much delight from tasting the anus as the
young girl will receive from your skill at tonguing her. Indeed,
I so enjoy it that in my household, my daughters no longer wipe
but call for me instead."
"Fuck!" Julie sighed. "I hope my mother is watching this!"
Above me, Angie lowered her hand and gently stroked my hair.
Sensing her hidden message, I wanted to look up at her, but
didn't dare.
With that Dr Stone knelt down behind the next girl who looked
like she was older than Mandy, maybe nine or ten. The doctor
stuck her face between the girl's ass cheeks and kissed and
licked her anus and once more the camera zoomed in as Dr Stone's
tongue poked the brown hole.
"I'd love to have that bitch between my legs, licking me like a
dog," Kayla said with a husky voice and she and Julie looked at
me. I blushed and looked down at the floor as Angie continued to
stroke me.
"Hmm, that feels nice Dr Stone," the girl cooed.
The doctor rubbed her nose and cheeks on the girl's anus then
engulfed the young brownie with her mouth. The camera zoomed in
as the doctor worked her tongue in and out.
"Fuck would you look at that bitch? That fucker has no shame!"
Angie said and Julie and Kayla giggled.
The child shook her rear-end. "I wish you could do this all the
time, Dr Stone," the child smiled. "You look like a natural back
there."
As I watched the TV I wanted to be the one licking and kissing
the little brown puckered anus, I wanted to be on my hands and
knees with my face between her ass cheeks. I looked round at the
three girls and imagined them lined up on the couch, kneeling
with their bottoms in the air and their buttocks pulled wide
apart as they called me over to lick their tight brown rings, one
after another.
Dr Stone faced the camera, still with her arms behind her back.
"Ladies, licking and kissing a girl's anus can be performed in a
number of sex positions." The doctor moved to the next girl who
was laying on her back. "As I just demonstrated with Mandy and
Kerri, the girl can be in the doggy position with the woman
licking and kissing the little anus from behind."
Doctor Stone knelt at the foot the girl. "The next position has
the girl on her back in the missionary position like Allie here.
The girl should raise her legs high with her knees drawn towards
her chest. Also, mothers, make sure some sort of support such as
a pillow is under their hips for their comfort and to raise their
buttocks."
Allie looked to be thirteen or fourteen. She was lying there with
a big smile on her face anticipating what Dr Stone was going to
do and judging by her weeping cunt, she was clearly excited. I
felt so  envious.
Dr Stone leaned down to the girl's cunt and the camera zoomed in.
"With the girl's anus exposed, the woman should kneel between the
girl's legs so that she can properly kiss and lick the
youngster's hole." Doctor Stone planted a kiss on Allie's little
brownie then looked up. "Oh and mother's, since you are hunched
over on your knees it may become uncomfortable. Remember, as I
said before, your comfort is not important but only the comfort
of the child before you. You should only be concerned with the
proper worship of the anus that you are servicing." The doctor
went back to kissing and licking the anus.
Allie had her eyes closed as she moaned, "Ohh, ohh, ohh.!" She
wiggled her ass back and forth. "Damn, Doctor Stone your tongue
is wonderful."
The camera close-up showed Dr Stone working her tongue into the
teen's puckered sphincter muscle. Her eyes were closed as she
passionately kissed and tongued Allie's anus and the muscles in
her jaw strained as she tried for greater depth.
"Look at that stupid fuck! She's a study of concentration,"
giggled Kayla as she rubbed herself harder.
My cunt was leaking also and my smell joined the heady cocktail
around me. Angie put her hand in front of me with a doggie treat
in it. I put my face in her hand and took the treat in my mouth
and then lay on the floor next to the recliner and chewed it.
"Damn, your mom is a good doggie!" Julie exclaimed. I blushed
when I realized that I was wagging my tail but I didn't stop
wagging. I wanted to cum on Angie's fingers tonight, and besides,
with all this talk of anuses, it made mine feel so good.
Doctor Stone wiped her nose and face on Allie's anus then pushed
herself up off the floor. The teen stopped moaning and looked at
the doctor in disappointment.
Dr. Stone walked to the last girl who was probably no more than
sixteen. The teen was standing with her hands on her hips, her
beautiful nude body on display. She too had a smile on her face.
"The last position is the face sitting position with the girl on
top." The doctor laid down on the floor at the feet of the girl.
"The woman lays down next to the girl. Beatrice will place her
feet on either side of my head." The teen did so with a big smile
and the camera zoomed in the girl's buttocks. "Next the girl will
squat down over the face of the woman." The sixteen year-old
brought her anus to just above Doctor Stone's mouth and as she
did so, the camera operator lay down on the floor and moved the
camera next to Doctor Stone's head with the lens pointing up at
the pretty brown sphincter. "At this point ladies, you can lift
your head a little and start kissing and licking." Doctor Stone
did this, planting several kisses on Beatrice's brownie and then
licking a couple of times. "After a minute or two you may find
your neck may start to hurt making it uncomfortable for you. That
should not matter ladies, only your attention to the girl's
comfort and pleasure should matter, and it can easily be overcome
if you are prepared to spend a little time working out your neck
muscles." The doctor poked her tongue into Beatrice's anus, the
camera capturing every moment, and then removed it. "The next
thing the girl can do is lower her anus onto your mouth but
beware ladies you will need breath control. What I do is gently
rub the right thigh of the girl sitting on my face to let her
know to raise herself just a little so I can take a breath."
The sixteen year-old lowered herself onto the doctor's mouth and
smiled and giggled. Soon the girl was rubbing her anus up and
down the squashed lips until the doctor gently ran her fingers up
and down the thigh of the girl. Beatrice raised herself just a
little and the camera shot got the doctor sucking in deep
breaths. Beatrice lowered herself again and bit her lip as she
rubbed herself on the doctor's mouth. Doctor Stone rubbed the
girl's thigh again and this time the girl stood up. Doctor Stone
got up off the floor with the camera following her.
The other three girls came over to join Beatrice and the camera
zoomed out to get them all in shot.
"There is no better devotion that an adult woman can show a young
girl. Having your tongue pleasure the anus of a youngster is one
of the most beautiful and humiliating things a woman can do,"
Doctor Stone smiled.
The girls started to undress the doctor. Beatrice and Allie
unbuttoned her blouse while Kerri and Mandy worked on her
mini-skirt.
Ignoring the girls, she continued, "As I have already stated,
research has shown ladies that young girls enjoy having a mature
tongue of a woman exploring her brown hole. This activity can be
done at home while watching TV, at school, even at church, or
while the girl is doing her homework."
Beatrice walked off camera then returned with a spiked dog collar
and leash. Mandy and Kerri walked off to the left of the camera.
"There is no better place that I like to be than having my face
between the lovely ass cheeks of a young girl... mffffhhh."
The doctor's voice was suddenly cut short as Allie attached a
ball gag around the her head and secured the ball in her mouth
and Beatrice pulled the doctors wrists behind her back and
expertly attached handcuffs.
When Mandy and Kerri came back into shot they had strap-ons
jutting from their slim waists. The credits of the show starting
rolling up the screen as the doctor got on her hands and knees
and the girls led the doctor off stage. A short blurb came up on
the screen directing the viewer to a site where they could watch
Doctor Stone being abused.
"Okay, enough of this shit, let's get Baby Girl's training
going," Angie said as she stood up, looking down at Julie and
Kayla who were both rubbing their pussies. "Gawd, you guys are a
couple of sick fuckers, masturbating like that," she laughed as
she picked up her back pack.
"Panties off girls," she ordered as she reached under her skirt
and pulled down her thong. Julie and Kayla stood up a t once and
did the same thing while I looked on in anticipation, my cunt
moist and my stomach tingling.
Angie took four tennis balls out of her back pack. They were
colored with the school colors and I wonder what she was going to
do. Fetching obviously.
Angie turned to Julie and Kayla. "Each of us is going to rub our
anus on the ball and then Baby Girl is going to fetch one ball at
a time." Julie and Kayla giggled excitedly and I blushed. "I will
throw one ball out and she has to bring it back to the correct
person whose anus smell is on it."
"Cool!" Julie smiled as Angie handed her the ball.
"What is the fourth ball for?" Kayla asked as she took her ball.
"That ball is for Baby Girl's anus. Think of it as the check
ball," Angie replied as she walked over to me. "Heel!" she
ordered me.
Angie removed my tail and wiped the ball over my anus, pressing
it hard against the ring before replacing my tail. "Sit!"
Julie turned her rear-end towards me, bent over and lifted her
dress. She seductively wiped the ball over her small brownie
while smiling at me and Kayla did the same thing. I gulped and
blushed. Both teen girls were bent over wiping the ball around
their asses far more than they needed to, all the time looking at
me and giggling.
I couldn't help it, I had to show my enthusiasm. "Arf, arf," I
said as I wagged my tail.
Julie laughed. "You're funny, Mrs Woods!" she said as she rubbed
the ball back and forth over her brown ring.
Angie smiled at me. "Good girl!" she said as she pushed her
rear-end in my face and wiped her ball. Oh gawd, how I wanted
that anus, To french kiss it, lick it, poke my tongue into it and
taste its dark flavour. I kept wagging my tail, not simply to
show my enthusiasm, but also because I was so turned on and it
felt so fucking good!
"Let's line up here," Angie said to Julie and Kayla. "Baby Girl
has to learn our anus smell so she must sniff us."
"Fucking A!" Kayla giggled.
"Damn, this is so fucking sexy!" Julie added.
"Sniff, Baby Girl!" Angie ordered me. The girls were lined up
next to each other squatting, trying to hold their skirts out of
the way while pulling their ass cheeks apart.
I scampered over to Angie first and stuck my head down and under
her ass cheeks.
"Sniff, sniff," I deeply inhale. Oh fuck me, the smell was
heaven. I moved to Kayla who was anxiously looking over her
shoulder and smiling at me. I stuck me head under her ass and
sniffed deeply again, purposely touching my nose to her sphincter
muscle.
"Fuck Mrs Woods," Kayla squealed.
I moved to Julie. "Hurry Mrs Woods, smell me!" she said with
lustful excitement.
I pushed my face under her ass and touched my nose to her anus.
"Sniff!" I breathed in. Oh gawd how I could have lived right here
between her ass cheeks. Julie pressed back against my nose and I
felt her anus dilate slightly and a short burst of pungent air
filled my nostrils.
"Heel!" Angie ordered as she stood up. "Face the kitchen Baby
Girl." I pulled my face reluctantly from Julie's bottom and got
in the perfect hands and knees stance facing the kitchen.
"Now watch this girls," Angie said with a smile in her voice and
tossed a tennis ball into the kitchen. I didn't move, I hadn't
been ordered to fetch yet. I wanted to show Angie that I was
learning.
"She can't fetch the ball until she is told to," Angie explained
to her friends. "She has to learn to obey and follow commands
just like a real bitch."
I could hear the girls sitting down on the sofa. "Fetch!" Angie
ordered.
I scampered off to the kitchen looking for the ball and found it
under the table. I sniffed it and the smell told me it was
Julie's so I picked it up with my teeth and headed to living room
and sat in front of her with the ball in my mouth.
"Way cool, Mrs Woods. Drop," she said. I dropped the ball in her
hand wagging my tail.
"Arf, arf!" I wag my tongue.
"See? What did I tell you?" Angie smiled and I could hear the
pride in her voice. I wondered what she did tell them, and
watched Angie for the next command.
"Fuck, her smelling is fucking excellent," Kayla said.
"Heel!" Angie ordered as I wagged my tail and faced the kitchen.
For the next thirty minutes I fetched the tennis balls and
brought them correctly to each girl, blessing with each sniff
that shot I received the other day. A couple of times Angie threw
my ball and I held on to it until she told me to drop it on the
floor.
"Practice is over," announced Angie eventually and I looked over
at her for instructions. "Go upstairs Baby Girl and remove your
uniform and hurry back."
I scampered upstairs and took my uniform off while downstairs, I
could hear the girls giggling and laughing about something. I
heard Julie say, "No way!" and laugh and that worried me a little
bit because it sounded like they were talking about me. Then I
heard Kayla ask, "Can we?" and Angie say, "Sure."
I came back down the stairs and stood naked in the middle of the
living room, wondering what the girls had been talking about.
Angie had a smile on her face as she asked me. "Mom, what's your
new name that you and I talked about last night?"
I looked at her with a hurt expression: that was supposed to our
secret. Julie and Kayla were smiling broadly and I suddenly
realised what it was they had talked about while I had been
upstairs.
I lowered my head and replied, "Baby Girl's is to refer to
herself as motherfucker if Mistress Angie says the name."
Angie looked at Julie and Kayla who both giggled. "Only I'm
allowed to call her motherfucker. You two bitches can work out
for yourselves what you want to call her."
I stood there naked before the girls, hurt by Angie's casual
attitude, humiliated... and aroused. Fuck, what was it with me?
Why did humiliation turn me on so much?
"Mrs Woods," Julie said standing up and coming over to me. "We
want you to refer to yourself as `stupid cunt' but only if we
refer to you as a stupid cunt. Do you think you can do that, Mrs
Woods?" she smiled as she ran the back of her hand down my left
cheek. Kayla sat there staring at me.
I was crushed. "Yes, Mistress Julie and Mistress Kayla, this
stupid cunt thinks she can do that." My stomach went tingly and
my cunt was fucking wet and sticky.
Both girls laughed and clapped their hands in delight. "Fucking A
right, bitch!" Julie said as she sat back down.
"Gawd damn," Kayla added.
 "Come sit between us," Julie said as she patted the couch space
between her and Kayla.
"My mom isn't allowed to sit on the furniture," Angie said as she
got up.
"Too bad, well, we have to get going," Kayla said as she got up.
I felt an immediate pang of disappointment.
Julie stood up and looked at me. "Did you have fun this afternoon
Mrs Woods?"
"Baby Girl had fun Mistress Julie," I replied in embarrassment,
looking at the floor.
"See us to the door, Mrs Woods and don't be embarrassed, this is
just our little secret," Kayla smiled as she picked up her back
pack.
I stood by the front door as Julie tweaked both my nipples. "You
are a very obedient mother, Mrs Woods. I think you will do well
in the competition."
Kayla also tweaked my nipples. "Thank me for helping with your
training today, stupid cunt."
"This stupid cunt thanks Mistress Kayla for assisting in my
training." I replied with downcast eyes.
"You're welcome Mrs Woods." Kayla replied as she pulled hard on
my nipple.
Both girls giggled and went out the front door and I closed it
behind them.
"Mother get in here," Angie yelled.
I scurried into the kitchen. Angie was looking at the prompter,
reading a message on it.
"Hi Kathy, this is Mrs Scott, the PTA organizer for the school
open house this Saturday? I was wondering if you were available
to assist with one of our booths for an hour. We seem to be short
of mothers to help out this year and we were wondering if you
could help us. If you can, please give me a call as soon as you
can. Thanks."
Angie looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. "We have practice
on Saturday between 1 and 3 but I see no reason why you can't
help out. Maybe, the girls and I will go to the open house also."
After dinner I called Mrs Scott and told her that I'd be happy to
help out at the school Saturday afternoon.
Later that evening I lay on my back with my hands at my sides and
my legs spread. Angie was sitting down between my legs with her
hand on my pelvis.
 "You were very good today, mom," Angie smiled as she removed the
clit clamp from my delicate and sore clit. Thank gawd that damn
thing was off of me and I breathed a sigh of relief.
 "And because you were very good girl today, I am keeping my
promise to masturbate you." Angie ran the knuckles of her right
hand up and down my slit.
"Christ, mom, you're fucking wet!" she said in surprise as she
removed her hand and looked at it.
I just smiled and nodded my head.
"I want you to rub your clit as I massage your cunt, can you do
that for me?"
"Yes, Mistress Angie, Baby Girl can do that," I replied in a
heavy voice. I was excited but didn't want to show it.
"But with your left hand, not your right hand," she added.
"But," I tried to say. I was right hand dominant and my right
hand knew just how to work my clit.
"No buts, motherfucker, your left hand," Angie soothed again as
she slid her fingers into my cunt.
I moved my left hand to my clit and worked it in a circular
motion. It felt strange, almost as if it was not me.
"You know mom this feels so right somehow, me stroking your
cunt," Angie whispered as she poked her fingers in me and I
rubbed my clit. I was so fucking wet that I was embarrassed. "I
guess it is because I own this cunt and the cum you're gonna give
me."
"Uuuhhh!" I groaned in response. Fuck this felt so good: Angie's
fingers were soft and delicate, my cunt so wet and moist. Fuck
me!
I moved my hips back and forth a little and grabbed the bed sheet
with my right hand.
"Oh yes, come for me, mother, come on," Angie whispered with
excitement, and the smell of her essence aroused me even more.
I continued to move my hips and grab my clit with my fingers,
pulling on it then rubbing it. Oh fuck yes, come Baby Girl, come!
"Come Baby Girl," Angie hissed now, working her fingers in and
out of me. "Come for your mistress! Give me your cum!"
"Ohh, ohhh, oh my gawd!" I panted. My eyes closed as Angie put
four fingers inside me and started pumping more quickly.
"That's it, Baby Girl, I can feel you cumming, come on, girl,
give it to me!" she almost squealed. I could hear the sound of
her fingers pounding my liquid cunt and the smell of lust
surrounded me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I grunted. "OH gawd, it feels soooo good!
Oohhh! Ooohhh!" I breathed in short gasps.
"That's it Baby Girl, come for mistress," Angie said, half
moaning, half giggling.
"Hhmmmm, oooohhh, fuuuuckk!" I almost screamed as I lifted my
hips from the bed and back down again, my head thrashing from
side to side, my fingers pilling on the bedsheets. "Oh fuck me!"
I breathed, and felt my cunt contract around her fingers, felt my
cum erupt over her hand.
"Damn, mom, what a naughty woman you are, cursing like that!"
Angie chuckled as I calmed down. She still had her fingers in me
but I didn't care, it felt so damn good to cum. "You know, it is
going to take some time for me learn your body so I will have to
keep masturbating you, if you behave yourself," she added
seriously.
"Baby Girl knows, Mistress Angie," I smiled back. She could
masturbate me all she wanted just so long that I could cum that
hard.
Angie pulled her fingers out of me and wiped them on my inner
left thigh and then looked at me slightly awkwardly.
"I saw you in the kitchen eating my shit," she said suddenly.
"Angie... Mistress...," I tried to say.
"Shhh, mom, I know," she said gently. "I've known since I was a
little girl that you like my shit."
I waited for her to continue because there was nothing for me to
say.
"I, um, I think it's sexy that you eat my shit, that you eat
something that is wholly mine," she continued as she stood up.
"Mistress, I realised that you knew I loved your shit because you
left things for me to eat it with," I tried to say.
"I know that, but what I want to know is why did you bring my
shit to the kitchen?"
"Oh, well... " Now it was my turn to be embarrassed, "Well, you
don't leave your shi..." I paused. "Baby Girl prefers to call it
your treat. You don't leave it for me every day and I really do
look forward to your, um, treats, especially since the start of
this competition training." I paused again. "I suppose Baby Girl
hoped you were watching because she wanted to show you how much
she liked your treats."
Angie smiled at me. "Well, I can't always leave you treats. I
don't have to go all the time and sometimes I have to go during
school." she replied as she reattached the clit clamp to my sore
clit. It was still red.
"Baby Girl would really love it if mistress could leave her a
treat every morning before school." I decided to be nice and
submissive if that's what it took to get her to leave her treats
for me.
"Since you put it like that my little motherfucker, then I will
try and leave you a, um, treat, every morning," Angie smiled as
she got up.
"Also, if mistress could leave Baby Girl something next to the
toilet to add to her treats? Mistress has such a delightful sense
of understanding her pet," I smiled at her.
"You like that don't you?"
"Your pet likes it," I looked away from her and back again.
Angie nodded her head. "Okay, if I leave a treat for you then I
will leave something to eat with it," she replied.
"Um, Mistress Angie, Baby Girl would like to ask you another
question," I asked as I sat up on the bed. I was on a roll.
"Yes, mom, what is it?"
Here goes. "Baby Girl would like to know why mistress hasn't
allowed her yet to touch her, um, to touch her between her legs?"
I felt suddenly shy, and looked away from her.
"I'm not ready yet, mom," Angie said as she looked at me. "In my
own time when I am ready." Then she turned and walked out the
door. "Get ready for bed, motherfucker."

****
Wednesday:
The next morning and Angie untied me from the bed. I hurried
downstairs and knelt by the front door, watching her come down
the stairs with her backpack, her short denim skirt bouncing up
in front of her with each step and I couldn't take my eyes off
her. She wore a pink polo shirt that had a symbol of a whip over
her left breast.
"Be on time this afternoon my little motherfucker," Angie said as
she held her hand out. She smiled at me as I licked it and as
usual, I could smell the wetness between her legs. Gawd it
smelled wonderful!
"Motherfucker understands," I replied, breathing deep the lovely
aroma.
The rest of the morning and afternoon was a blur of activity
because today was our herding practice. As usual, I bolted up the
stairs to the bathroom but I was disappointed because Angie
hadn't left me any treats. I watered the plants out back with my
urine and noticed that that damn dog Tommy taken a crap in  the
soil that I've been working on, which was nice of him.
I got to practice just a little early so I could watch the
hanging team and a couple of the young girls who had seen me over
the past several days watching them, nodded at me as I stood in
the doorway. There were two mother's swinging, their hands cuffed
behind them and black bags on their heads and below them, their
daughters were pushing them back and forth, putting their necks 
under a terrible strain as they swung. Three more women were
standing on stools with nooses around their necks and black bags
over their heads and as I watched, their young daughters hooked
their feet around stool legs and yanked them out from under their
mothers. I could hear gurgling sounds as the women swung. The
girls retrieved their canes and proceeded to swat their mother's
rear-ends,  the hanging coach giving encouragement to the girls
and admonishing the mothers for making noises.
Foofu, Peaches, Cricket and Dinky Pooh came down the hallway and
I joined them as we walked into the trainig room.
Coach Wagner was already there putting her things in the corner.
"How are you bitches doing today?"
"Um, fine," I replied. The others mumbled their replies: after
yesterday, we looked differently at the coach.
"Come on, bitches, speak up," Coach Wagner ordered us as she put
her hands on her hips. She was wearing tight shorts that rode up
the crack of her butt, a tank top that showed her cleavage and
her nipples and although she wasn't wearing a bra, her tits were
perfect, sticking straight out, no sag. She had pink tennis shoes
and white lace ankle socks on her feet. She looked like a whore.
"Fine coach," we replied.
"Today we are going to practice herding but it's going to be
different than was originally planned. I've informed your
mistresses of the change in the herding portion of the
competition."
"What's the change, coach?" Foofu asked.
"We'll wait until your mistresses get here," Coach Wagner replied
as she left the room.
We stood there wondering what to do. We heard the girls laughing
and giggling from down the hallway, but when they entered the
room they ignored us as they put their things on the bench.
"Hi, pets," smiled Karen, the nine year-old.
"Hello, mistresses," we replied.
"Undress, pets, it's time for practice!" Megan ordered as she sat
down on the bench.
In no time we were nude standing in a line before the bench.
Stacey, who was Peaches' daughter and a freshman, came over to me
and starting rubbing my breasts and neck. She then worked her
hands around me to my ass cheeks.
"Bend over, pet," she ordered and I did so. She ran her index
finger up and down my crack then circled my anus several times.
With her index and middle finger she gently pushed into my cunt.
I was wet.
"Very good, pet, you didn't jump or protest."
I felt her left hand on my lower back as she pulled her fingers
out of my cunt and wiped them on my ass cheek. Gawd I could feel
the heat in the room and I knew the other mothers did too.
"Stand up," the fourteen year-old ordered. She walked around in
front of me and put her right hand index finger and middle finger
in my mouth so that I could taste my wetness. Not something new
for me as I cleaned off Bill's cock every time he fucked me.
[SLAP] The teen slapped my left cheek and it stung. I gave Stacey
a questioning look then looked straight ahead.
[SLAP] Stacey slapped my right cheek. That stung too. "Good girl!
You know your place with me." Then she took my nipples and
squeezed them but I didn't jump or shrink away from her touch.
"Very good, Baby Girl!"
I could feel my cunt getting wetter. If I moved my thighs I knew
I would make a squishing sound but suffering this humiliation and
getting praise from this teenager was exciting me.
"You're so damn wet, pet," smiled Stacey as she stepped away from
me. "If I didn't know better I'd say you're horny!"
I blushed but didn't look down and watched Stacey sit down on the
bench and put her competition boots on. Oh how I could lick those
boots, grovelling on my hands and knees before the teen.
Angie was working over Peaches, squeezing her tits and running
her fingers up and down Cindy's cunt.
"No stubble, very good Peaches," smiled Angie.
The other girls finished warming up the other pets and then Megan
called "Uniform on bitches," and  sat down on the bench to put
her boots on.
Very quickly I had my uniform on and was in the sitting position
waiting for the next command. The others were done just after me.

As we sat there in our doggie positions we heard clicking noises
coming from down the hallway and from the expressions on their
faces, I could tell the others were as curious as I was about the
noise. It sounded like dogs!
I could smell him as he walked into the room. Fucking Tommy! I
wanted to look at his cock hanging beneath him but resisted.
Along with Tommy were four other dogs, all Great Danes but not as
big as Tommy. Their cocks were just as mean looking though.
Coach Wagner brought the dogs around to the front of us and the
girls were smiling like they already knew something. The five
dogs stood there as if they too were smiling and they too knew
what this was about.
What the fuck is this all about?
"It has been decided pets that a real dog will herd you during
the competition instead of one of you," the coach said a
matter-of-factly.
I think we all gasped in surprise. I was kind of hoping to be the
herder during the competition but looking at the Danes I got a
bad feeling.
"The Board of Elders has decided, after much contemplation, that
a dog will herd your bitches," she said to the girls sitting on
the bench. "They thought a male dog would be a much better herder
and that getting real dogs to herd your bitches would be much
more natural," the coach explained still ignoring us as she
talked to the girls. "Tommy and these other dogs have been
carefully trained for just that," the coach smiled as she patted
Tommy's side.
Oh, fuck! I wonder how he got trained? And my next thought was
what the hell?
"We have found in our research that male dogs are inherently more
intelligent than adult women," the coach continued, "which if you
think about it mistresses, makes these dogs smarter than me." She
laughed and the girls giggled.
"We won't hold that against you coach," laughed Megan.
The coach laughed also. "Coach Wagner thanks Mistress Megan."
She cleared her throat. "It was also noticed male dogs do a
better job of herding other animals. Based on that information it
was the recommendation of me and the other coaches that male dogs
be allowed to herd your bitches not as a team but as
individuals."
"We're not animals!" I wanted to scream through my rubber pieces
in my mouth, slobber dripping down my chin to my tits. Tommy the
Dane didn't have any slobber dripping from his snout, he and the
other dogs looked all business. Tommy's cock was hanging down
from his loins though. Now that I think about it was always
hanging down from his loins and that scared me.
Coach Wagner continued, "These dogs will herd your bitches in the
competition," she explained then she turned to us. "You bitches
will follow their lead and take direction from them." The coach
looked down at us.  "These dogs will be your master just as your
lovely daughters are your mistresses."
What, the fucking dog is going to talk to us? How do we take
direction from him?
The coach turned to the girls. "Mistresses please put the eye
covers on your bitches."
Stacey had my eyes covered in no time, then the command "Heel"
was given and we went to all fours.
"We will let the dogs pick the bitch that they will herd in the
competition." The coach paused. "Bitches, the dogs will sniff you
and might even give you one or two licks as they sort you out
amongst themselves." The coach paused again. "Mistresses please
get their leashes and the cattle prod."
As the girls attached our leashes the coach continued, "After the
dogs have picked you they will be your partner for training and
the competition. You will take direction from your dog master and
follow his lead. Remember bitches, these male dogs have done this
before and you haven't. They will teach you the correct way to be
herded. Ready mistresses?"
"Yes, coach." I felt the adrenalin in my stomach and my heart
beating in my chest.
"Your bitches are to stay still as the dogs check them out. If
they move zap, them with the prod on their tits. Make sure you
hold their leashes tight."
Stacey had a death grip on my leash as she darn near pulled my
head up.
The coach commanded, "Sort!"
In no time I felt a snout sniffing between my legs then a tongue
slid up my cunt lips and I jerked a little.
"Yiiee!" I cried as Stacey zapped my right nipple.
"Still bitch!" she ordered.
It was Tommy, I knew it had to be Tommy because I could smell
him. A few more licks of my cunt then I felt his tongue across my
lips.
"Aw, that's cute Baby Girl, he kissed you!" giggled Stacey.
I didn't think it was funny. Then I could feel him sitting next
to me.
"We're ready coach," Stacey announced. "Baby Girl was well
behaved."
After a couple of minutes the others were finished also, although
the sound of sobs from Foofu suggested that she was finding it
harder than the rest of us.
"Very good mistresses. Very good boys," cooed the coach. "Tommy
is paired up with Baby Girl, Dinky Pooh and Charger, Cricket and
Rocket, Foofu and Hammer, and Peaches and Pounder."
The dogs barked, a deep throaty bark for a male dog.
"Your male canine partner is going to herd you around the room.
He will nip you on your ass when he wants you to do something. If
he nips your left cheek then turn left, if he nips your right
cheek then turn right. If he licks you between the legs then you
go straight forward."
The five of us gasped in protest. What the fuck? Lick me between
the legs? A dog licking me between the legs?
Tommy growled next to me. I could feel his breath on my neck.
"Shush pets," Megan ordered. "or there'll be punishment. Continue
coach."
"Coach Wagner thanks Mistress Megan for allowing her to
continue."
I guess Foofu tried to take her rubber pieces out of her mouth
and her eye covers off but didn't quite make it.
I heard, "Bad Foofu, bad, bad doggie," as she was being swatted
with the rolled up newspaper and I think the dog next to her
barked a few times and growled. I heard Foofu cry and whine as
she was beaten but I didn't take my eye covers off although I had
a lot questions in my mind about just what was going on.
"Now are we going to have any more problems?" the coach asked.
There wasn't any sound except Foofu sobbing .
"As I was saying, male dogs have more intelligence than the
average adult female as has just been shown by Foofu here. Your
partner will herd you around the room. He will nip and lick you
in the direction he wants you to go. If you don't follow his
directions or are not fast enough for him he will gently bite
you. It will hurt but it won't break your skin."
"Heel!" Megan ordered again. I felt Tommy stand up at the same
time I went to all fours: strange.
"Mistresses please let the dogs concentrate. I will work them
around the room once then will hand him off to you so that each
one of you can work your bitch and her partner. Just watch what I
do."
Fuck I was nervous.
"I'll take Foofu and Hammer first." The coach clapped her hands.
"Come Hammer!"
We heard "uughs and ahhs" from Foofu as she was herded and then
growls from Hammer and then a series of little yelps from Foofu
when he must have nipped her. The coach was praising Hammer:
"That's it boy, show that bitch who's the boss." Then she
instructed that Foofu's leash should be attached.
"Okay, Hammer take the leash, that's a boy, now walk her, there
you go. Lead the bitch, that's right, good boy!" the coach
gushed.
By the time it was my turn, Foofu was still sobbing and so was
Peaches after Pounder herded her and Rocket herded Cricket. Being
able to hear but not to see had made me very nervous.
Tommy nipped my right ass cheek and growled when I didn't turn
right quick enough. Then I was nipped on the left ass cheek and
suddenly I was licked on my cunt. Fuck! That tongue was rough. I
jumped and yelped and the girls giggled. I heard Zoe praising
Tommy for directing me. Then Tommy licked me again between the
legs. I kept crawling forward. Next the dog took my collar in his
mouth and stopped me. I think he stepped over me because I felt
his cock drag from my left side across my back to my right side.
It gave me the shivers and goose bumps because it felt warm and
hard and not cold and slimy like I had expected.
The coach was talking to the girls about Tommy's herding when I
smelled something strange. I think it was Tommy's cock hanging
right in front of my face. I could feel Tommy's side bump up
against my forehead and he must have turned because his cock
bumped my cheek. I heard giggles but the coach kept talking. I
could feel my face burning with shame.
For the next hour we were licked, nipped and growled at as our
male partners worked us around the room. The girls encouraged the
dogs and praised them but not us. Stacey took the rolled up
newspaper and swatted me several times when I didn't move fast
enough and shouted, "Bad girl, bad Baby Girl!"
"Okay mistresses have your bitches sit in line over there and
remove their eye covers."
"Sit!" Stacey ordered me. I scampered over to her side and sat
back in the position. Tommy walked over and sat next to me. The
other dogs did the same.
"Mistresses, from now when your bitches are in practice mode with
their uniforms on and their partners come into the room or
wherever they are at, your bitches are to enthusiastically greet
them."
Oh shit! I could see anguished looks on the faces of the others.
"To practice this, I will take the boys outside the room and let
them come in. Your bitch will greet her partner properly. If they
do not show him proper enthusiasm you should punish them," the
coach said and, as if they understood her, the dogs wagged their
tails.
Oh fuck! I glanced at the others but we did not have happy looks
on our faces. In contrast, the girls seemed delighted with the
idea.
The coach left the room with the dogs, then there was a short
wait before the five dogs walked back in. We started barking and
wagging our tails and I was the first one to scamper over to
Tommy. Uncertain what to do, I started rubbing my head against
his flanks and noticed with relief the others are doing the same
to their partners.
Tommy barked and wagged his tail, standing to his full height
which made him tower above me. It was only when I glanced down
that I could see Tommy's cock growing stiff. I stared for a
moment, mesmerized by its size.
"Very good bitches, you got your partner's attention," Coach
Wagner smiled as she called the dogs over to her. "Mistresses,
does Coach Wagner have your permission to leave your presence to
go home?" Embarrassment was written all over her face as she
looked at them.
"Yes, Coachie, you can go now," Megan replied waving her hand.
On the drive home I looked over at Angie. "Baby Girl didn't like
having Tommy in practice today, mistress."
"You looked cute with him, mother," Angie smiled as she fiddled
with the cane.
"Mistress!" I said, blushing as I gripped the steering wheel.
"Well you did."
After dinner I walked by the living room and Bill was stroking
his cock watching TV, something I'd never seen him do before. He
was watching the drama show "The Dream Date", about a male
teacher at an elementary school who had a crush on a seven
year-old blonde hair girl. In the scene that Bill was watching a
woman was under the man's desk sucking his cock as he was
dreamily looking at pictures of the seven year-old on his tablet.
The pictures of the girl had her in the distance as if the man
had been taking pictures of her without her knowing. I was
disgusted, but I had to admit that Bill's cock looked really
delicious with his pre-cum oozing out the pee hole. I sniffed and
there was his familiar scent, one that I had once smelled and
tasted so many times. I really needed to feel a hard warm cock
inside me again!
For the next hour I stood in Angie's room with my hands locked
behind my head and my legs spread at a little more than shoulder
length apart. Angie had her competition uniform on complete with
boots as she walked around me. It was my good girl punishment. I
could smell her moisture and knew that she was getting turned on
as she punished me. She had Miss Riding Crop and as she walked
around me she would slap my buttocks or stomach or my breasts.
Every couple of minutes she would check my wetness by sticking
her fingers into my cunt and rubbing me. Other times she would
run her hand over the spot where she just whacked me. I tried not
to make a sound when she did this but I couldn't help it and she
would slap my face which would sting and make my eyes water.
"Do you love me, Baby Girl?" she asked as she ran her hand over
my ass cheek.
"Yes, Mistress Angie, Baby Girl loves you," I shivered.
[WHACK] she hit me with the riding crop. "Does Baby girl think
this competition fun?"
"Yes, Mistress Angie, Baby Girl thinks this competition is fun."
"Does Motherfucker like being trained as my bitch?" she asked as
she ran her left down my ass crack.
I hesitated.
"Come on, motherfucker, you can be honest," Angie smiled as she
swished the riding crop.
"Motherfucker is getting used to the idea."
[WHACK] she smacked my ass cheeks. "Used to the idea or the
training?"
"The training mistress," I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut
because of the pain.
"I really appreciate your cooperation, mom. I am learning so much
and I couldn't do that if you hadn't agreed to this competition."
"Your mother is pleased that she can help her mistress," I
replied.
Later I was kneeling under her desk with my chin resting on the
chair as she did her homework. Angie had draped her uniform over
my head as I stared straight at her pre-teen cunt: it was moist,
wet around the edges and totally open. I breathed deeply, sucking
in the wonderful smell, a little sweaty perhaps, but still
wonderful. I licked my lips wondering if I should kiss her right
then and there.
As if she could read my thoughts, Angie reached under the desk
and patted my head. "I am so proud of you mother," she whispered.
"Thank you, Mistress Angie," I beamed. I loved looking at her
pre-teen cunt.
Later that night Angie had rubbed herself on my right thigh while
she was sleeping, and when she came, her warm slime coated my
skin. Oh how I wanted to lick her slime off me, to lick between
her legs, catching her essence on my tongue. Fuck, I was one
frustrated mother.

****
Thursday:
As soon as Angie untied me from the bed I hurried downstairs and
knelt by the door. She smiled as she walked down the stairs with
her backpack. She had her "fuck me" heels on and a short denim
skirt with a pink t-shirt and her blonde hair was in pony. As
usual, I kissed and licked her left hand.
"Be sure to greet me properly today, mother," Angie said looking
down at me.
"Baby Girl understands," I replied without missing a lick or
kiss.
After she had gone, I quickly went to the bathroom but there was
no treat so I went about my work. I started in Bill's room and
was immediately faced with a dilemma: Ida's stilettos were still
in the closet. For the second day in a row I felt myself torn
between my old self and the new submissive perverted woman I had
become: I hated Ida for moving in on my husband and despised Bill
for happily flaunting the fact that he was fucking her now, not
me; and yet the very sleaziness of it seemed to make me so
aroused. Two weeks ago, I would have taken the fucking stilettos
and put them in the trash with the rest of her filthy garbage,
but now, as I stared at them, all I felt was a growing wetness
between my legs.
I pulled the stilettos out and walked to Angie's room, the scent
of Ida's sweaty feet floating up to me. Like yesterday, I put
Angie's lipstick on and looked at shoes, knowing that Angie would
freak if she saw me doing this. My cunt spasmed as I kissed the
tip of each shoe, leaving a clear round lipstick mark on them and
then carefully put the heels on table next to Angie's bed with my
other implements. I stared at the shoes and felt myself
throbbing.
I walked back to Bill's room and changed the sheets on the bed,
and then picked up his clothes along with two pairs of Ida's
thongs from the bathroom floor. I turned them in my hands and saw
a crusty white residue on the gussets and I guessed Bill had been
beating his meat off in them. I sniffed deeply and my new
powerful sense recognised the fragrance of his ambrosia: behind
it, there are fainter traces of piss and stale cunt. Unable to
resist, I raise one thong to my mouth and lick the gusset
tentatively and the tastes explode in my head, like a picture.
I put the thongs on my right arm, walked back to Angie's room and
pulled her dirty thong from under her mattress. I held it to my
nose and sniffed my daughter's essence deep into my lungs: Oh
fuck, what a heavenly smell, fresh and young and pure, not stale
and rancid like fucking Ida. I balled the thong up and put it in
my mouth, dampening it with my saliva and her scent became a
taste. So this is what she tastes like, I groaned to myself,
remembering what she said: "In my own time, when I am ready".
God, I just hoped it would be soon!  I pulled the thong out of my
mouth and neatly put it back under the mattress.
Next, I went to the closet to straighten it up. I knelt on the
floor and picked clothes up when I notice something leather
underneath. Curious, I pulled it out and caught my breath and my
face flushed with blood.  I was holding a ten inch, long ribbed,
dildo strap-on.
It was in the school colors with a black triangle that covered
the user's crotch and on the end of it, near the tip, it said "My
Pet". I burned with shame and lust as I realized that meant me
and that the handwriting was Angie's. I quickly looked at the
strap end, the little triangle part that would cover her pre-teen
cunt and the tickler that would tease her clit. Written inside it
was "Mistress Angie" with the word "Mistress" written above the
clit stimulator and the "Angie" written underneath it in nice
neat penmanship. Angie's writing again.
All kinds of questions entered my head. When did she get this?
How did she buy it? And fuck, had it come to this? I put my head
in my left hand as I stared at it. Was I ready for this? I could
complain but what good would that do? And did I really want to
complain or I did I really, in my heart of hearts, hope that she
would fuck me silly with it?
I carefully put the strap-on back inside the closet, realising
suddenly that no matter where I put it or how carefully I placed
it, she would know that I had found it. Fuck!
I went through the rest of the morning and afternoon sort in a
daze. I'm an educated woman and it bothered me that I didn't know
what to do about the strap-on. Once, I would have been certain
but now everything was hazy. At some point I knew it would be
used on me and would I be ready for that? I was conflicted and
not sure what to do.
I put my uniform on and waited for Angie to get home. I turned on
the TV just as Dr. Stone started interviewing a woman about
sucking cocks in her show, 'Cock Worship'
 "Today's show is about cock worshipping, which is the act of
turning an adult woman into a quivering, wet, idiot when
presented with a cock in front of her face. This act includes:
drooling, lip-smacking, kissing, fondling, stroking, touching,
sucking, whining, begging with her mouth, lips and tongue all
over the cock. No hands please," smiled the doctor. The camera
panned across to a thirty something woman sitting in a chair
opposite."We are very pleased to have Mrs Baylor on our show
today."
"Hello, Dr Stone," smiled Mrs Baylor.
"It's very kind of you to come in and share your experiences with
our viewers. Perhaps you could begin by telling us a little about
yourself, Mrs Baylor," the doctor asked as she squirmed in her
seat. I could almost swear that as she moved I could hear a
little buzzing sound coming from her chair.
"Well, I'm a stay-at-home mom who worships her husband's and her
son's cocks. My son is ten years old and is already quite the man
around the house."
"How'd you get started in this?"
The woman smiled. "I'm a natural born sucker, I always have to
have something in my mouth and my husband and my son provide that
outlet for me in the most delightful way."
"Does your son's cock have a name?" Dr Stone asked. "Or would you
like to give him one?"
Mrs Baylor laughed. "No. But sometimes I tell him I need the big
guy in mouth."
"How about your husband?"
"No," Mrs Baylor smiled.
"What's the most number of times you've worshipped you husband's
and son's cocks in a 24 hour period?"
The woman looked thoughtful for a moment. "I've never kept track.
So a guess would be 2 or 3 times each, maybe more."
"How often does cock-worshipping take place in your household?"
"Typically every day, mostly in the evenings after they get home
and after dinner. I find by then they are relaxed enough after
the stresses of the day and their balls have had a chance to
produce plenty of cum."
"So, when worshipping their cocks, do you start with their
balls?"
"Not usually. I like to start with the tip of the cock, though
the balls are usually cupped and fondled throughout my
worshipping.  I try not to neglect them in the process and give
them special attention as well. I like to teabag them and I
particularly enjoy feeling them moving in my mouth."
"Do you or can you deep throat?"
I felt my cunt spasm: deep-throating Bill used to be one of my
favourite things and the question reminded me of how it felt.
"Every time.  Both of them remind me if I don't then it's not
true worship."
"Even your son?" Dr Stone asked, leaning forward and moaning
softly. "I mean, at ten years old, is he large enough to take
into your throat?"
Mrs Baylor laughed again. "Oh certainly. He is not as big as my
husband, but he is large for his age. I have tried lots of things
to help him but the best is when I lie on the table with my head
hanging down over the edge. Not only does this help him fuck my
face, but it is just the right angle for him to push his cock
beyond my mouth and into my throat."
Dr Stone moaned again, and one of her hands fell into her lap.
"Okay I have to ask because the viewers will want to know, spit
or swallow?"
"My gosh, Doctor Stone, swallow, there's no way I would ever spit
their precious fluid out of my mouth. Besides is there any other
way to end a true worship time."
"What do you focus on when worshipping your son's cock?"
"I focus on how the cock feels in my mouth, the dichotomy of the
soft velvet of the skin and the hard rigid cock.  I think of the
cock's smell and flavor, especially under the foreskin.  I try to
think of what might feel good to them, changing things up like
the pace and my tongue flicks. Neither my husband or my son like
me to use my hands."
"How long is a typical cock worshipping session for you?"
"About an hour sometimes more. Depends on what TV show my son is
watching at the time or if he is doing his homework or if my
husband is reading his hand-held."
Dr Stone leaned back in her chair and slid her hand under the
wasteband of her jeans. "You don't mind me touching myself while
we talk, do you Mrs Baylor? I'm sure our viewers find your
experiences as arousing as I do."
"Of course not," the woman smiled.
Dr Stone smiled back and her hand began to move in her crotch.
"How do you worship your son's cock while he is watching TV or
doing homework?"
"Well, if he's watching his favorite cartoon then I'll kneel on
the floor and lean over the couch between his spread legs and
gently work his cock with my mouth. If he is doing homework in
his room then I'll squeeze myself under his desk and work his
cock but obviously I try not to excite him too much until he
finishes. Then I get him to cum down my throat."
"Does your son pay attention to you as he's watching TV and
you're worshipping his cock?"
"Not usually, I mean, he's concentrating on the TV show and not
me which is how it should be. A good cock worshiper should only
care about the cock in her mouth and not whether the male is
paying attention to her because it's not about the woman
worshipping his cock but about the cock." She giggled. "Mind you,
if he is watching one of your shows, Dr Stone, he gets so excited
that he cums two, sometimes three times in my throat."
Dr Stone smiled. "Yes, the young have so much energy, don't
they?" Her legs were stretched widely now and the wanton movement
of her hand was clear. "How about your husband? Does he pay
attention to you when you worship his cock?"
"No, but he likes his cock kept warm in my mouth."
"What do you mean?"
"He's sits in his favourite recliner reading the evening news on
his hand-held and he likes me to mouth his cock, keeping it warm
for him. Sometimes it is not even fully hard, but I think he
finds it comforting.  He really doesn't like the up and down
motion of movements, so I hold steady with his cock in my mouth
while I breath quietly through my nose, oh and my hands my never
touch his cock, just my mouth, lips and tongue."
"What is your favourite cock worshipping position?"
"On my knees. A wife and mother's place should always be on her
knees looking up at the cock before her. But remember it's not
about me or what I like, it's about the cock and pleasing my
husband and son with my worshipping."
"If you were forced to choose between worshipping cock or having
a man's mouth service your cunt, which would you choose?" The
Doctor's voice sounded more ragged now.
"This one's too easy!  I think I have already answered this and
that is never getting my cunt licked. I mean receiving oral sex
is nice, but not nearly as important to me as giving oral sex.  I
love to worship cock and can't imagine never being able to have a
cock in my mouth again, especially my husband's and my son's. I
think that a woman's mouth is a perfect place for a cock, it is
warm and inviting and pleasurable."
Just then I heard the school bus come down the street and I
turned off the TV and crawled over to the living room window to
peek out of the corner just in time to see Angie get off the bus.
I ran to the front door and when I heard her walk up on the
porch, I started to bark. "Arf, arf!"
"Hi, Baby Girl!" Angie said as she opened the door.
I quickly started licking and kissing her calves and thighs, my
tail wagging. She patted me on the head. "Good girl you are!"
There seemed to be an edge to her voice: perhaps she had a tiring
day at school.
"Arf, arf, arf!" I barked and panted as I followed her into the
kitchen.
"Go upstairs Baby Girl and change out of your uniform and wait
for me."
"Arf!" I replied and quickly scampered up the stairs. Hmmm this
was strange I told myself. I changed out of my uniform and stood
in the middle of the room but Angie didn't come up. Five minutes
passed, then ten and I started to think something bad was going
to happen. In the corner of my eye I saw Ida's shoes still on the
table. Fuck! I thought quickly. Gawd damn it!
I quietly walked to the table picking up her shoes and took them
to Bill's room. I used the bedspread to wipe off my lipstick and
then I tiptoed back to Angie's room, just in time. I resumed my
position and stood at attention as she walked up the stairs.
Angie ignored me as she walked into the room and dropped her
backpack at her desk. Then she walked over to her dresser and
opened it. Not daring to look round, I heard her rummaging around
the drawer and then open another one and another.
"Okay where is it?" she said, her voice cold and angry.
"Mistress?"
"My thong, my missing thong," she replied stamping her foot.
Oh shit! I broke out in cold sweat. Fuck no! I had to think of
something.
"Baby Girl asks mistress how she knows her thong is missing, it
might be in the washer," I replied in the most steady voice I
could muster.
"Then go get it and show it to me."
Tears formed in my eyes and I didn't move. Angie came over to me
and stood in front of me, and there was disappointment written
all over her face. I had failed her.
[SLAP] Without warning, she slapped the left side of my face. It
stung and shocked me and I felt my eyes flooding with tears.
"So you just lied to me?" Angie asked and I started to cry.
I nodded my head and [SLAP], she hit the right side of my face.
"Fuck! Where is it?"
I turned and walked to the edge of the bed, lifted the mattress
and pulled the thong out. I handed it to her, my chin quivering
and tears running down my face. She stared at me but I could not
meet her eye and hung my head in shame like a child who had
failed her mother.
Angie turned the thong over and over in her hand and then held it
out to me. "Put this on your head and make sure the crotch is
over your nose," she ordered.
I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes, and then pulled the
thong over my head, adjusting it to make sure the crotch was
covering my nose.
"You fucking disappoint me mother. You know that I don't like to
punish you but you give me no choice."
"Mistress," I tried to say. "Angie...."
"Shut up mother, just shut up," she cried angrily as she turned
away from me, and I could only stand there naked with her thong
covering my head and face, feeling stupid and frightened.
"What do you think I should do?" Angie asked me like I was some
errant child. I hesitated. "Well?" She was standing in front of
me with her left hand on her hip. Just like I used to do.
I knew what the answer was. I knew what my daughter had to do.
"Punish me, mistress," I sobbed, my tears flowing again.
"With what?" she demanded, forcing me to make the decision.
I knew what punishment she was asking for: the one that hurt the
most.
"The flexible metal ruler," I whispered, my voice choked by
tears.
"What?" She moved closer to me.
"The flexible metal ruler," I repeated with a stronger voice.
"You're not as fucking stupid as I thought you were, mother," she
hissed and I felt the hurt of her words like a blow.
 "Mistress," I tried to say. If only I could explain, to tell her
why I had hidden them, because I loved her smell so much.
"Shut the fuck up!"
My shame and humiliation grew as my daughter dressed me down.
What was I to do? I felt so small.
"Get the ruler and hand it to me and also get your eye covers,"
she ordered.
I turned to the table next to the bed and fumbled for the ruler,
my vision blurred and I handed it to her, my hands shaking and
tears streaming down my cheeks.
"You know what to do," Angie said as she swished the ruler
several times. It made a wicked noise through the air.
I put the eye covers over my eyes which pressed the thong against
my eyelids, then pulled my nipples straight out. "Harder!" I
pulled my nipples harder, grimacing at the effort and the
discomfort.
My nose was wet and I sniffed and suddenly I could smell her
excitement, even though the thong was covering my nostrils. For
some reason she was excited by what was happening and I was
amazed that even though I was being punished, I found that
secretly exciting.
"After each swat you will say, I'm a stupid motherfucker,
understand?"
"Yes, your mother understands, mistress," I said, using the word
'mother' in the hopes she would go easy on me.
Angie raised her eyebrows and then [SLAP] against the right side
of my face. "I like that little addition."
I heard her swish the ruler a couple of times and gritted my
teeth. "Move your arms up higher, that's it, and keep pulling
your nipples hard."
[SMACK] under my left tit. "Ow, I'm a stupid motherfucker!"
Angie smacked my tits five times each and I repeated the phrase
each time. She took her time knowing I was trying to anticipate
each smack and I had tears coming down my cheeks as each smack
stung with a fierce, burning pain.
"Relax," she ordered and I let go of my nipples. "Take the eye
cover off."
I blinked several times through the thong, then wiped my eyes a
little. My tits hurt like hell. Both were red underneath and I
wanted to smooth them with my hands but I knew better not too.
"Who else needs to correct you bad fucking behaviour, mother?"
Without hesitation I said, "Miss Cane."
"Put the ruler back and bring me Miss Cane," Angie said with
irritation.
"Yes, mistress." I walked to the small table next to the bed and
changed over implements.
"You know the position," my daughter said as she swished the cane
back and forth.
I bent over at the waist holding my lower legs and as Angie
walked in front of me, I could tell that punishing me must have
been having an effect on her because I could smell that she was
hot and moist. She walked around me and ran her fingers up and
down my ass crack.
"Hmm," she mused. "I want you to come up with an apology after
each smack. I think you're fucking smart enough to do that."
"Yes, mistress," I breathed nervously. My tits still hurt from
the ruler even though they were hanging down.
[SMACK] I jumped a little. "Ow, one, I'm a bad mother," I gasped.
"Yes you are." Swish, swish.
[SMACK] I jumped a little again. "Ahhh, two, I'm a bad mother," I
repeated. I felt her hand running smoothly up and down my ass
cheeks like she was checking something.
I heard her walking back and forth behind me, and there was that
smell again. Swish, swish. "You disappoint me, motherfucker ."
"Motherfucker is sorry for disappointing her mistress," I
sniffled, my tits swinging beneath me.
Swish, swish. [SMACK] "Ow, three, I'm a bad mother," I sobbed.
That hurt.
Again Angie ran her hand around my ass cheek and despite the
pain, her touch didn't feel that bad.
Swish, swish. "My thong doesn't belong to you motherfucker."
"Motherfucker understands that now," I sobbed a little more.
[SMACK] "Ow, four, I'm a bad mother," I cried. Fuck that one
hurt. She had force behind that one.
"Then why did you lie to me?" Swish, swish.
"I... I... Motherfucker loves your smell mistress," I cried out.
There I had said it.
Swish, swish.
"Why didn't you ask permission then? If you like my smell so much
and asked me nicely I might have let you keep my thong." Swish,
swish.
I was still bent over at the waist holding my lower legs and I
must have looked like a damn fool. I felt Angie's fingers rubbing
my crack again, then they softly poked into my cunt. Oh how I
wanted to move my hips in response to her touch.
Swish, swish.
She was tormenting me. "Answer my question, mother."
"I don't know mistress. Maybe I was too embarrassed to ask you, I
don't know," I sobbed. My ass cheeks throbbed with pain.
Swish, swish. She put her hand on my lower back, her left hand: 
her right hand was holding the cane.
"You must always ask for my permission, do you understand
motherfucker?" She ran her left hand down my ass cheeks and
gently patted me. Swish, swish.
"Yes mistress, motherfucker understands," I cried like a little
child because there was one more stroke to administer.
[SMACK] "Ow, I'm a bad mother," I gasped.
"Okay stand up. Put Miss Cane on the table."
I took the cane from her and put it on the table and stood naked
in front of her with sore breasts and stinging ass cheeks. I felt
like an idiot, like I had let her down.
"Stand in the corner looking at your paper," Angie ordered me as
she sat down on the edge of the bed.
I walked over to the wall put my nose on the paper.
`Motherfucker' it said.
"I got thanked by dad this morning," she said after a few
minutes.
I didn't know if I should answer her or not.
"Would you like to know why he thanked me?"
Not really I thought to myself, because nothing good was gonna
come of it. "Motherfucker would like to know why he thanked you."
"He thanked me for allowing you to clean Ida Carter's under
things and clothes." My heart sank. Oh fuck! "It seems that she
is really appreciative of your efforts to keep her things clean."
Even though I was standing facing the wall, my tits still hurting
and my ass cheeks stinging,  I balled my fists up.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, mother?" I could
feel Angie's eyes boring into me.
"Your mother has nothing to say, Mistress Angie." I tried to keep
my voice calm.
"Well, mom, why the hell would you clean another woman's clothes
then? I mean it's obvious that daddy is fucking Miss Carter, but
he's still married to you so that would make her his mistress.
Here you are cheerfully cleaning her underwear, bra's and
clothes, for his mistress. Have you no shame?"
I was about to say, `Don't you take that tone with me,' but
realised I was way past that stage now. "Your mother thought that
she would get punished if she didn't clean Ida's clothes because
they were in your father's bedroom." I felt the tears start up
again.
"Gawd damn it, mom, fuck! All you had to do was call me but no,
now you've fucked it all up. Christ! You thought I would punish
you? I hate the bitch as much as you do," Angie replied in
disgust.
"Your mother is sorry, Mistress Angie," I sobbed as I lowered my
head against the wall in despair.
Angie got off the bed and walked over to me. "If you had called
me in the first place I would have told you to throw her crap
out," she almost yelled and then slapped the back of my head,
causing my shoulders to hunch up. "But as it is I see that daddy
is happy, he's getting what he wants and Miss Carter is getting
what she wants. I can't break that up."
I sobbed harder at the injustice of it all. So what the fuck do I
get? I thought.
Angie stood to my left and yelled into my left ear. "Hello?
Anybody in there?" and then slapped the back of my head again. "I
have a mother who has shit between her ears." She slapped the
back of my head again and I hunched forward, crying copiously.
"You remember I praised you the other night for your cooperation,
but now, you fuck it up. I am disappointed your behaviour."
I couldn't stop crying and my head hung down to my chest in
misery as I faced the wall. I really did want the abuse to stop
but I also caught her scent once more: she was excited again and
despite what was happening  that made me damp between my legs as
well.
She took her thong off my head and scrunched it up into a ball.
"Open up!"
I opened my mouth between sobs and she stuffed it into my mouth.
"Gawd damn it mom, you really are a stupid motherfucker!"
That hurt and I cried harder.
"You know why I'm so mad mother? It's because daddy asked if you
could keep cleaning Miss Carter's stuff. She is pleased with how
clean and folded it is. I was taken completely by surprise so I
said `yes', that you'd keep doing it."
I sobbed a little deeper. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did I screw up so
bad?
Angie turned and left the room leaving me to cry and sob, facing
the wall. After fifteen minutes or so she returned. "Get dinner
ready, but first wash my thong."
Later that evening as I was on all fours in my uniform next to
Angie while she did her homework, I thought about how much I had
screwed up and how I deserved the punishment and abuse she gave
me. I could also smell her. Slobber dripped from my mouth onto
the towel. She absentmindedly rubbed my right ear between her
fingers as she tapped away on the communicator and gently ran her
fingers through my tail, twirling it around and around so that
the anal bulb rubbed against my sphincter muscle. The sensation
felt so good that it eased some of my pain and humiliation.  It
was her way of telling me that she still loved me.
My daughter can be the most demanding of daughters but yet she
can have such a soft and delicate touch.
****
Friday:
I saw Angie off at the front door as usual and as usual, she
reminded me to be on time for practice. On the toilet seat there
was a note, "I am still disappointed in your behaviour mother
therefore I have not left a treat for you," but I still looked
under the toilet seat anyway.
I cleaned up Bill's bedroom and opened the door to the third
bedroom which was on the other side of the bathroom. When we
bought the house Bill thought we would have two kids but that
didn't work out and so we hadn't used this room in years. The bed
was a double bed with just a mattress and box spring and the
dresser was empty, in fact, the whole room was empty. I thought
for a moment that I might ask Angie if I could move into this
room but then decided against it: I did like sleeping with my
daughter.
 I went into Angie's room and looked in the closet and there was
the strap-on staring back at me, mocking me, waiting for my
humiliation. I blushed several shades of red as I looked at the
blue and silver colors shining in the light. I leaned over and
picked it up and sniffed it. The shaft smelt of new plastic,
never used, and the black triangle of real leather. The plastic
was pliable and I could bend the dildo back and forth with a
little effort, and there were ridges and veins that made the
dildo look real and probably gave it a real feel too.
I wondered if the other mothers had found theirs yet for I was
sure there would be strap-on's in their daughters' closets also.
But again my big question was, would I allow my daughter to fuck
me with this?
As it was I was not getting sex now from Bill and I was always
horny as hell with that damn clit clamp on. If I balked now and
called off my participation in this sport, would I have got Bill
back? I mean, we would go back to fucking like we did before but
would he keep fucking Ida Carter on the side? More importantly,
me quitting the competition for sex with Bill would leave Angie
out, which would destroy her future, but if I stayed in I would
most certainly get fucked by my daughter with this thing, what
our ancestors called `incest'.
I bent the dildo back and forth working it in my hands, feeling
the ribs against my fingers, and wondered how it would feel
sliding in and out of my cunt and anus. If I allowed my daughter
to fuck me, would that be such a bad thing?
I put the strap-on back in the closet and stood in the middle of
the room with tears in my eyes. I knew the answer to the dildo
question, my wetness told me, but that was not why I was sobbing.
It had been a bad week and I'd fucked it up big time. I didn't
like getting punished, even the good girl punishments upset me,
but maybe I really did deserve the punishment and abuse that
Angie heaped on me. I mean, I was the one who was fucking things
up, not her, and she had to correct my behaviour somehow. I
looked over at the table that had my punishment implements on it
and drew a deep breath. Yes, I deserved what Angie did to me but
I was an adult and I could handle it.
I went out back to relieve myself and poop and I saw that the
area where I had been mixing my poop and Tommy's was growing some
grass shoots. I smiled: so maybe using human fertilizer works
after all. I watered the plants with my pee, scooting between the
flowers and then I washed my hands and feet with the garden hose.
The hole in the fence hadn't gotten any bigger but then it didn't
need to because Tommy could get in and out now. That fucker, I
wondered where he was? Maybe raping some poor bitch down the
street.
I met up with Foofu, Peaches, Dinky Pooh, and Cricket at the
church parking lot. We were hoping to watch some of the hanging
practice but Coach Wagner pulled in just after us.
"Inside pets, we have a lot to do today," she said clapping her
hands. She was carrying a large bag as she walked past us.
When we got inside the room the coach had us put our uniforms on.

"I thought only the mistresses could tell us to get our uniforms
on," Foofu complained.
"That's correct Foofu, but today I have special permission from
your mistresses to get you ready."
After we got our uniforms on the coach had us sit in a line. She
had her hair in a pony tail and was wearing a tight tank top with
pink shorts. She stood in front of us holding a long leash with
five leads on it and as she attached each lead to us she said, "I
am going to walk you bitches around the room with this one leash.
You will show enthusiasm as you walk plus I want to hear barking
just like real dogs would do. If anybody comes into the room I
want them to be impressed by your behavior."
We looked up at the coach questioningly.
"If anybody comes over to you while I am walking you around the
room you will show that person enthusiasm and playfulness. At
some point in the near future you will be outside on a leash
being walked by your mistress," we looked at the coach with
horrified looks. "That's right bitches, your pets, dogs really
and dogs are walked outside by their owners. You will come in
contact with the public, children and adults and I do not want
them to be afraid to come up to you and pet you. Do you
understand bitches?"
"Arf!" we replied but not with enthusiasm. We looked at each
other wondering if we could do this in public.
"Heel!"
We immediately got on all fours.
"Walk!" the coach ordered as she shook the leash.
The five of us moved off shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip.
"Arf, arf, arf!" we all went.
On our second time around the room there were four girls and
their mothers standing in the doorway, the ones from the hanging
competition. The girls were smiling but the mothers didn't quite
know what to make of us.
As we came up to them the girls backed up a little. "Don't be
afraid of the bitches, they won't bite you," the coach said as
she pulled back on the leash.
I was in the middle with Foofu and Cricket to my right and Dinky
Pooh and Peaches to my left. I leaned forward a little and licked
the thigh of the girl in front of me. She giggled, I barked, and
she patted me on the head. I moved around the girl as best I
could with the leash slightly holding me back. I managed to kiss
and sniff the girl's rear-end. She laughed and pushed my head
away but I barked again and licked her denim Capri's. The woman
standing behind the girl squatted down in front of me and looked
at my collar.
"Good girl, Baby Girl," she cooed as she scratched me behind my
ears. I sat back on my heels wagging my tongue and my tail.
The girl giggled, leaning over and squeezing my left nipple and I
barked happily.
"Such a naughty doggie," the girl said.
"Arf!"
The others were now doing the same.
"Nice Baby Girl," the woman said as she pinched my right nipple.
"Arf!"
"Too bad we can't take you home Baby Girl, I have some real needs
that you can take care off!" the woman said half-seriously. I
leaned forward trying to sniff between her thighs.
"Oh can we mommy? Can we take her home?" the girl asked hopefully
as she put her right hand on top of my head using it to hold her
weight as she leaned over and ran her left hand through my tail
hair causing the anal bulb to rub my sphincter muscle which felt
damn good.
"I wish you could, sweetie," Coach Wagner said as she walked up
behind me and patted me on the head. "Baby Girl belongs to her
daughter and besides she hasn't finished her training yet."
"Well, she's a nice doggie anyway. Come on Savannah, it's time
for hanging practice," the mother said as she stood up.
After the kids and mothers left the coach praised us. "Very good
bitches, you passed this test. Your mistresses will be pleased to
hear this."
Ten minutes later the girls arrived and they had clearly expected
us to leashed together like the coach had said. Each of us pulled
and jumped at the end of our leashes showing our enthusiasm to
greet them.
After they put the bags down each girl got to us walk us around
the room giving us encouragement.
"Now for the hunting instincts test," the coach said clapping her
hands. "The hunting test will evaluate three instincts: nose,
search and retrieving. In addition, it will evaluate two other
characteristics: enthusiasm and temperament."
Since there was no warm-up Megan came over to me removing the
multi leash and attaching my leash. "Sit" she ordered.
"Mistresses your bitch's nose will be judged primarily during the
search tests, but may also be judged at all times during the
competition by the judges," the coach said as she walked around
behind us. "Next is the search. The object of the search is to
find game with her nose. The search will last up to twenty
minutes. If your bitch can't find the game then you will judged
on how you punish your bitch, receiving points from the judges on
the way you punish her."
"So we can still make points even if the bitch doesn't find the
game?" asked Megan.
"That's correct, Mistress Megan," smiled the coach. "The better
you are at punishing your bitch the more points we'll get, but
remember, we get the most points if she finds the game with her
nose. For retrieving, our bitches must demonstrate strong
retrieving instincts. Delivery of the game to you is required.
Our bitches must deliver the game to your hand and drop it on
command."
"That should be easy coach, our pets are doing that already,"
Karen added.
"Very good mistresses, Coach Wagner is pleased," the coach
smiled. "Keep working with them on that. Also, throughout the
competition our bitches will be graded on their enthusiasm during
the day and their temperament, meaning, how well do they respond
to stimulation such as touching or squeezing their tits or
rubbing their cunts while they wait for their next event. If they
show the least bit of discomfort we will lose points."
"What's this game you talking about, coach?" asked Stacey.
The coach reached into her bag and pulled out a real looking
quail. "These," she said showing it to us. "These are life-like
quail, they smell like the bird, taste like the bird and feel
like the real thing." She tossed the first one to the floor in
front of me.
Yep, I could smell an odd smell.
Megan bent over and picked it up. "Wow, feels real cool," she
smiled. She tossed the quail across the room then unclipped my
leash.
"Retrieve," she said.
I scampered across the room and picked it up with my mouth. Yuck!
What a gawd awful taste! But I wagged my tail and returned to
Megan. I sat in front of her holding the quail in my mouth
looking up at her but she was ignoring me.
"Mistresses have your pets chew on the game, play with it. You
can toss it for them but they need to get used to it."
"Yes, coach," the girls responded.
"Drop," Megan ordered and I dropped the game in her hand.
"Mistresses, let's take the game and the bitches out back and
work on the retrieval test."
The girls clipped our leashes and took out back behind the
church. Now we are outside, on a leash, in public just like the
coach said. Anybody who came walking by would see us. It was a
surreal scene with the girls holding our leashes as we sat on the
freshly cut grass waiting for a command.
Coach Wagner took the five game birds and tossed them in the
bushes that lined the yard. "Mistress Megan, when you give the
command to retrieve the bitches should go into the bushes and
find the game, it doesn't matter which one so long as they bring
each mistress a game bird."
Megan nodded her head. The girls had their cattle prods at the
ready. "Retrieve!" Megan ordered us.
Our leashes were unclipped as each of us took off for the bushes.
My breasts were lightly scratched as I entered the brush. My
thighs and arms were scratched also. Foofu hesitated as did
Peaches when they realized it wouldn't be easy to retrieve the
game.
After a couple of minutes and lots of encouragement from Megan I
found a game bird, picked it up with my mouth and crawled as fast
as I could to her side.
"Good girl!" she cooed in baby talk. I wagged my tail still
holding the bird. Foofu was the last out of the brush. We were
all a little dirty but the girls didn't seem to care.
For the next half-hour we retrieved the game from the bushes.
Then the hanging team came out of the building. The young girls
and their mother's came out into the yard. Some of the girls
giggled and some of the mother's gasped as we went through out
paces. The little girl whose mother called her Savannah walked
behind Megan and I. I couldn't resist her smell so I turned and
quickly crawled to her. I stuck my head between her crotch and
sniffed. The girl laughed and pushed my head away.
Zap! On my right ass cheek. "ARF!" I went.
"Bad dog! Bad Baby Girl!" admonished Megan as she yanked my leash
pulling me back into place. I smiled at the youngster and she
smiled back, it was worth it getting zapped.
The hanging team stood around watching us for a good twenty
minutes. We were getting all sweaty and dirty rushing back and
forth into the bushes. Some of the girls and mothers were urging
us on as we retrieved the birds taking bets on who would be the
first each time.
Finally practice was over. "On Monday we will practice the
obstacle course, herding with Tommy and the hunting instincts.
Mistresses make sure you practice these three things with your
pets this weekend. Also, the dogs will be available on Saturday
and Sunday for your bitches with work. Be sure your bitch takes
her quail with her so she can practice holding it and shaking
it."
On the drive home Angie asked if everything was okay and how my
day went. I thought that was nice.
"But I'm not going to masturbate you tonight, mother. I'm still
pissed off at you," she said looking out the car window.
"Yes, Mistress Angie," was all I replied. Ah shit, I thought, I
was really hoping a for little relief.
That evening after dinner I was sitting next to the couch as
Angie and I watched the movie that Mrs Dack had sent over about
the marital bed ceremony last weekend.
Crystal Mitchell was sitting up in her master bed as little
Cherry Mayfield with a strap-on around her waist was standing
next to the bed.
There was a crowd of women and girls around the bed in various
states of undress. Dr. Stone was on her knees with her head under
her daughter's skirt. Her daughter had a look of contentment on
her face. Dr Swan was just finishing her speech about how
important it was that adult women should mentor and encourage
young girls in Sapphic relationships.
Then Crystal pulled the bed covers back and Cherry with her
strap-on attached climbed into the bed. Everybody cheered and
clapped as Crystal sucked the strap-on in her mouth, Cherry was
on knees on the bed smiling as Crystal's head bobbed up and down
the plastic.
Angie fast forwarded the movie wanting to watch only the juicy
moments. Out on the back porch there were several tables set up
that had women and girls dancing on them. I would've bet that the
women and girls were mothers and daughters. It was like a
striptease dance they doing. Standing around the tables were
other females cheering them on.
"Fuck, is that Holly Anderson, mom?" Angie asked pointing at the
screen. Yep, it was Holly dancing on the table with little girls
standing around the table cheering her on. Holly had a thong only
on as the girls were trying to stuff money under the strap of the
thong. She was laughing as she swayed her hips and the girls were
yelling encouragement at her.
In the kitchen Kathy Peterson had little girls lined up along the
kitchen wall peeing into containers and Kathy and some other
women pouring in vodka to the mix. In the living room Dr. Swan
was bent over the end of the couch with several girls lined up
behind her. Dr Swan was yelling out, "Five dollars for five
minutes with my anus!" The good doctor had a fist full of cash.
MaryAnn Dack was standing a coffee table with her wrists tied off
above her head. A couple of partially dressed teenage girls were
whipping her with short bullwhips. Mrs Dack would dance on her
tip toes with each crack of the whip.
The camera panned past little Claire and Mrs Mayfield sitting on
the couch. The woman had her head in girls lap. Claire waved off
the person holding the camera.
Little girls were running around the house naked with cattle
prods chasing some adult women who were also naked. Upstairs in
one of the bedrooms the camera showed a tangle of bodies and
limbs withering on the floor of the bedroom, girls and adult
women kissing, licking and sucking along with moans and groans.
In the master bedroom Cherry was pimping out Crystal, a line of
girls and women eagerly waiting their turns to fuck Crystal.
Cherry's strap-on was waving back and forth in front of her as
each person got five minutes with Crystal's anus.
Later I was standing in the bedroom corner staring at the paper
that had `Motherfucker' written on. In my mouth was the game
bird, I was getting used to the taste. I was hot and horny and
needed to masturbate but Angie was still mad at me so I will have
to suffer in silence until I can get on her good side. I knew I
would be going to be sexually frustrated.

****
Saturday:
"Hurry up, pet, we will be late," Angie yelled as she walked out
the front door. I hurried to pick-up my bag of stuff and her
stuff and ran out of the back door with the game quail in my
mouth. Angie had had me chewing on it since last night and the
taste was awful.
Today's practice was at Zoe's house and in preparation, Angie had
shaved me again this morning paying close attention to my anal
area where some stubble had grown. Her touch was wonderful. When
we arrived, I walked around the back of the house, still carrying
her stuff, as she entered through the front. Too my surprise the
five dogs are also in the backyard.
"Coach Wagner dropped them off a little while ago," Barb stated,
staring at them anxiously.
The five dogs were leering at us: males have only one thing on
their minds. The five of us greeted each other.
"Uniforms on pets," Megan announced from the back door. Zoe came
around the back the house calling the dogs over to her.
"Your partners will enter through the front door from now on and
that includes at your own houses," Megan smiled as we watched the
dogs disappear around the side of the house.
"We truly are second class citizens," Cindy whispered as she
turned away from the back door.
"We're pets," I replied as I worked my butt plug into my newly
shaved anus.
After a couple of minutes Stacey appeared at the back door,
opening it for us. "Come bitches, time to get practice started.
Remember to greet your partner."
As we crawled into the house through the kitchen and into the
very large and well laid-out living room, the five dogs were
lounging on the furniture with the girls. I scampered over the
couch where Tommy was lounging, wagging my tail and trying to wag
my tongue.
"Arf, arf!" I said as I rubbed my head against his side. He just
looked at me but I noticed his cock, which was semi-hard and
protruding from his loins, laying on the side of the couch. It
was meaty and long and very thick. I gulped.
Tommy jumped off the couch and walked around me sniffing and
licking my back then he sniffed under my tail and down to my
cunt. He licked me and then licked again and I felt a shudder run
through me.
"Arf, arf," I said because I didn't know what else to do, The
damn rubber pieces in mouth prevented me from talking. I looked
over at Angie but she looked excited and she wasn't about to do
anything about my predicament. The other girls were the same way.
Something had been arranged and we weren't in on it.
Tommy kept sticking his snout between my legs sniffing and
licking and when I tried to move away he just kept at it even
more.
"ARF!" Tommy let out. He grabbed my neck in his jaws and gently
pulled me away from the couch and over to the side of the living
room. The same was happening to the others but the girls weren't
doing anything. I was nervous and scared and helpless. I guessed
I could fight back and push Tommy off me but he was huge for a
dog which made me feel small in comparison, especially as I was
on my hands and knees and totally naked. Hell, even standing next
to him I felt small.
I could see his cock sticking straight up now, like I had seen
just before he fucked a bitch and I felt really scared. Near me,
Barb and Cindy were whining the best they could but their dogs
were also ignoring them and beyond them, Foofu was sobbing
desperately. I looked again at the cock: clear liquid was leaking
out of the tip, and the veins were swollen on the shaft, and for
a second I thought of Bill, the way his cock looked just before
he fucked me. Oh shit, they weren't going to let him rape me,
were they?
Suddenly Megan shouted, "SIT!" and the dogs immediately sat.
"That means you too bitches."
I took the sitting position and Karen stood in front of me
holding a double leash. She attached one end to Tommy and looked
at me. I was a little ways away from Tommy, trying to keep my
distance. "Come, sit here," the youngster ordered me.
I scooted over to her and she attached the second leash to me and
then stood holding the double leash looking down at the two of
us.
"Heel" the nine year-old said and both Tommy and I got on all
fours.
"Sit" and we both sat again. The others were doing the same
routine.
Karen handed the end of the leash to Tommy who took it in his
mouth. "Walk your bitch outside, Tommy," she said, patting the
dog on the head.
`Your bitch?' I thought but Tommy took off at once and I had no
choice but to follow him at his side. We walked through the
kitchen and he pushed the screen door open with his snout. I
squeezed through the door as best I could, still feeling small
beside him as he towered over me. We were the first out the door
into the backyard and he pulled me onto the grass and dropped the
end of the leash before walking around behind me and sniffing and
licking my ass cheeks. I moved around opposite of him trying to
protect my ass but he bared his teeth and growled at me, a deep
threatening growl. I didn't know what to do.
I stopped and stared at him and I noticed Cindy and Mary behind
Tommy with their dogs Charger and Pounder, both of them looking
terrified.
Tommy leaned forward and grabbed my neck again, firmly but not
hard enough to break my skin. He moved around so that his front
legs are on either side of my arms and his hind legs are hunched
kind of low.
Oh gawd no! No fucking way. They were going fuck us, going to
rape us! Where the fuck were the girls?
Barb was crying, trying desperately to fend off Hammer, and Cindy
was backing up around the yard. Mary was crying also as Charger
stood over her with his cock up against her left cheek. Maggie
was trying to get out from under Rocket as he kept poking his
cock at her ass.
At last, Megan shouted "Sit!" again and the five dogs immediately
obeyed but they were growling in frustration. I and the others
immediately scampered over to girls who were lined up on the back
porch watching us.
Fuck! What would happen if the girls weren't there to control
them!
"Your partners will listen to us which means you'd better listen
to us," Megan announced. I was sitting front of Angie who was
stroking my hair, calming me down. We all had tears in our eyes.
"This was a trust exercise that you all passed. You have to trust
us, pets. We won't let anything bad happen to you."
Stacey and Angie took the dogs into the house and let them go for
the day and after that, the girls had our attention. We tried
very hard to please them in playing fetch, holding our postures
and doing the bitch walk around the yard.
When the girls took a break they fed us water with their hands
which we eagerly lapped up. Then I put my head on Karen's lap and
looked at her as she stroked my head. There's nothing like almost
getting raped by a dog to focus our attention on what we had to.
At the end of the practice the girls put the blinds on us again
and had us sniff their asses. We had to follow their scent around
the yard until we found them. After the earlier fright, we were
very enthusiastic each time we found them and the girls were
laughing and giggling, so that by the end of the practice, we
almost felt like our old selves again, even Foofu.
I went from practice to the school, walking into the school gym
where there was a lot of activity. The PTA had a sign in the
corner and a table under it. Several women were sitting behind
the table, writing down information from other women who were
lined up in single file in front. The women sitting behind the
table wore cut-off t-shirts that exposed their mid-riff  with the
words "PTA Babe" emblazoned across the front. Another woman had a
t-shirt that had a close-up picture of female mouth with her lips
red with lipstick and her tongue sticking out. On her tongue was
written, "Wish U Were Here".
I walked over and stood in line and after several minutes I
reached the table. "Hi, I'm Kathy Woods. Mrs Scott called me
several days ago about working one of the booths.
The lady ran her fingers over the hand-held."Oh yes, Mrs Scott
mentioned you. She is down in the biology room setting up for the
booth. She is expecting you there."
"Thanks, but what room number is the biology room?"
"Oh, it's room 101, out the door and a right and down the hallway
and make another right. The room is down on the left," smiled the
woman as she looked at her hand-held again.
"Thanks," I smiled back and walked out to the hallway.
I found the room and peeked inside. The lady in there must have
been Mrs Scott. As I walked in, she was directing a handful of
teenage boys in setting up a row of booths. She wore what looked
like seven inch stilettos with a thigh high black stockings held
up by garter belt clips that were exposed under a short denim
mini skirt. She wore a white blouse that was tied up off under
her breasts, thus exposing her belly button and mid-riff, and it
was so tight that it looked as if her tits were about to pop out.
Her brunette hair was done in pig tails with a pink bow around
each tail. She looked cute.
"Hi, you must be Mrs Woods?" she smiled as she walked over to me.
"Yes, and Mrs Scott?" I replied.
"Yes, well, thanks for helping out." She turned to the boys.
"Okay, boys, I think that's it. Thanks for your help and don't
forget to tell all your friends."
"Thanks Mrs Scott," the boys waved. One of them asked, "Are you
going to be at the cock sucking booth later?"
Mrs Scott laughed, "Yes, boys, I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Look for me around four or so."
The boys waved again and headed out of the room.
"Hey, I know you," Mrs Scott said as she looked me up and down.
I just nodded my head although I couldn't remember seeing her
before.
"You're one of the mother's in that puppy sport."
"Ah, puppy girl competition," I blushed as I corrected her.
"Yeah, right, that's it. Man, that is so cool. I wish I had a
daughter that I could join the sport with." She leaned closer and
smiled excitedly. "So what's it like?"
"Um, what do you mean?"
"I mean, what's it like being a bitch for your daughter?" she
asked in a low voice.
"Well, um," I replied as I backed up a little, "it is the most
wonderful thing. I mean, not having to worry about things and
having mother-daughter time with her."
"I bet it's wonderful," Mrs Scott said with a dreamy look on her
face. "So you're probably wondering what your job is here?"
"Um, yes," I replied a little nervously looking at the booths.
Each one had a little hole on the outside.
"This is the `Butthole Poke' room and you'll be running it," Mrs
Scott smiled.
I looked at her questioningly. "Um, how's it exactly work?"
"Any woman, like mothers, teachers, business women, attorneys,
whatever, can come here and earn money with their anuses. The
kids pay five dollars a poke and as long they want to poke the
anus, there's no time limit."
"I see," I said, suddenly not sure if I really wanted to do this
job.
"The sign-up sheet is here. The sign-up sheet is like a
disclaimer saying that the woman takes full responsibility for
her well-being and doesn't hold the school or the PTA responsible
for any injuries to her anus. The anus as I am sure you are
aware, Mrs Woods, is the woman's single biggest money maker after
her mouth."
"But if she did get injured in some way? Like her anal wall gets
torn or her sphincter muscle gets torn or something."
"That's her problem, Mrs Woods. She gets replaced with the next
available woman."
I just nodded my head. I had heard that cock suckers and anal
fuckers always made the most money but a lot of women just
weren't into anal sex which limited their earning ability. I
wasn't into either one because I was involved in the puppy
competition, not to mention the fact that Angie would get really
pissed off at me.
Mrs Scott continued, "As I said, it's five dollars a poke. The
woman keeps two dollars, one dollar goes to the PTA because we're
funding the event, one dollar goes to the school because the
event is held on their property, and one dollar goes to the
government for taxes because they are sanctioning this open
house."
I just nodded my head again. Always the damn taxes.
"So if a woman gets ten pokes then she makes twenty dollars,"
smiled Mrs Scott.
"What do the kids use on the women?" I asked.
"Well the boys kinda have their own equipment," she giggled. "For
the girls, the strap-ons are in that big box over there. After
they are finished they can just throw them back in the box."
"Wouldn't it be better to wash it for the next use?" I ask a
little concerned. "I mean there are sinks over there. You know,
the spread of germs and such."
Mrs Scott had a look of surprise on her face. "Why would we want
to do that? The kids certainly don't care and I would have to
find another volunteer to wash the damn things."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"By the way, as you can imagine, after the boys have had their
turn, there will be fluid dripping from the anus."
"Do I do anything with the fluid?"
"Put a hand towel from over there on the step under her anus so
that the little kids won't slip and fall off the step when they
stand on it. But otherwise, just leave it dripping. It's kinder
on the women, making it easier for the next strap-on or cock to
enter her anus." Mrs Scott smiled. "Let's see, what else?"
"How about anal lube?" I inquired.
"Yes, there is anal lube in the box over there. We got a new
shipment in last week. Part of the dollar that the woman pays the
PTA goes to cover the cost of the anal lube."
I just nodded my head.
Mrs. Scott seemed to be going through a checklist in her head.
"Oh yes, there's chairs over there behind the sheet where the
women can wait their turn. We don't want the kids to know who is
up next in the booth." She smiled." Can't play favorites you
know."
I took a peek behind the curtain. There were five metal chairs
that looked uncomfortable to sit in, although they were probably
cool on the buttocks if a woman were to sit down naked. "Is there
anything for them to do as they wait?"
"Only if they bring their own hand-held's," Mrs Scott smiled.
"Look, Mrs Woods, I'm not, I mean, we, the PTA, are not concerned
with the comfort of the women working this booth. We're here to
make money and the women are here to make money. We are concerned
that the kids have a good time and that the environment they are
in is safe and comfortable for them. The PTA is only concerned
about the welfare of the kid's first and making money second. "
I smiled at Mrs Scott and nodded my head. That seemed to be true
even for the competition that I was in.
"Sorry," I replied with an embarrassed look. "I guess I'm not
used to this sort of thing, a stay-at-home mom and all."
"Easiest thing to remember Mrs Woods is that the welfare of the
kids comes first and everything else is secondary. Now let me
show you how to secure the woman," Mrs Scott said as she walked
me over to one of the booths. "These boxes are on wheels. You'll
wheel the box behind the curtain for the loading process. The
woman has to be naked, totally naked. She bends over and backs
herself in making sure her anus is lined up with the hole. You
put this strap around her neck and tie it off here on the floor
of the box using this metal ring. This will ensure that she kept
bent over and her anus is spread. Then you secure her wrists to
her lower legs. Next you wheel the box out again and the wheels
will lock in place. As you can see there is a stand on the
outside of the box so that the younger ones can have a chance
also. There are handles on the top of the box and on the side of
the box for the kids to grip if need be, especially if they are
feeling particularly energetic. Here on the right side of the box
is where the kids deposit the money for their poke."
"How do I know when to untie her?" I asked looking over the box.
"They'll yell out `Time' when they are ready, and then you simply
wheel the box behind the curtain and at that point she can put
her clothes on and leave or she can sit down behind the curtain
waiting her turn again. Oh yes, when the woman is finished she
pays you the fees and keeps the rest. Make sure you account for
all the money and when your relief comes at four, hand the money
over to her."
"Seems simple enough," I reply as I rub my chin looking at the
setup.
"It is, Mrs Woods," she said, looking over her shoulder as two
women walked in. "Ah, your first two customers. I'll be back in
an hour with your replacement." She laid a hand on my arm and
smiled warmly. "I really do appreciate you helping us out."
"Oh sure, no problem," I smiled.
The two young women walked up to me, thin attractive girls in
their late teens. "Hi, we want to make some money using our
anuses?"
"You've come to right place," I smiled in my best sales-lady
voice. "Sign this paper and step over behind the curtain.
Both women signed the paper, listing their occupations as
`college students'.
"Behind the curtain and undress, please," I instructed as I
rolled one of the booths behind the curtain.
"There's no box or anything to put our clothes, can we put them
on the chairs?" the brunette asked.
I looked around. "Better not, other women will be sitting on the
chairs waiting their turns."
"I guess we put our clothes on the floor then," the student said.
"So how much money can we make?" the blond girl asked.
"The kids pay five dollars but you keep two dollars a poke so it
depends on how much your anus can take." I watched the two young
co-eds undress and my mouth watered: not as pretty or cute as
Angie or Julie and Kayla or even the girls on the team, but still
nice perky breasts and tight ass cheeks. Different thoughts
collided in my head. I imagined myself wearing Angie's strap-on
and then sliding it into their brown puckers while the other end
of the dildo rubbed against my clit, and then suddenly it was
Angie wearing the strap on and I was the woman and it was my anus
being fucked.
"Say I know you," one of them said, looking at me. "Baby Girl
right?" she asked pointing to my collar.
I blushed, amazed yet again that I had become such a public
figure.
"You're one of those women in the puppy girl competition, aren't
you?" she smiled.
"Yes," I replied nodding my head.
"Fucking neat! Can I get your autograph?" The blonde haired one
came over to me, naked and beautiful.
"Um, sure."
"This is so neat. I wish I could be in the competition," the girl
gushed as she handed me a paper and pen. "I mean, being a bitch
for a young girl would be so challenging and rewarding."
I just smiled and nodded my head again.
The blond took a closer look at my dog collar. "Baby Girl," she
smiled. "Such a pretty name. Did your daughter name you that?"
"Um, well no, I came up with it," I replied as I signed.
"But your daughter did approve you name right?" asked the
brunette.
"Well, yes, she did approve it." I signed the second paper.
"Do you like bark and eat out of a doggie bowl?" the blonde
college girl asked, giggling. The girl had an expectant look on
her face, like she wanted some inside information about the
sport.
"Well, I can't give away the details of what we do, I mean, we're
not supposed to talk about the training and such," I lied: the
last thing i wanted to do was to get in trouble talking about
something without permission first.
"But you are with your daughter, I mean, you get to see her naked
and all, right?" she asked.
"Well, yes," I said again. I couldn't stop glancing at her tits
and my cunt was getting wet and sloppy. Oh how I wished I could
frig myself off.
I showed the girls how to get into the box and when they did I
strapped them in and rolled both boxes out into the class room.
"How long do we wait?" I heard one of them ask.
"Um, don't know, I guess we just wait until the kids start to
show up," the other one replied.
I look over at the two anuses exposed on the boxes. I so wanted
to kiss and lick them. Just then four older women came laughing
and giggling into the room. They looked to be business women in
their forties, all wearing the same outfits, with knee length
skirts, white blouses, black blazers and red pumps.
"We want to pimp out our anuses? Is this the right place?" one of
them asked brightly.
"Yes, please sign here," I replied, handing the woman the clip
board.
The woman looked it over and one of her friends asked, "How much
can we make?"
"The kids pay five dollars for a poke and you keep two dollars of
that."
"This looks to be like a contract," the woman who was looking at
the paper said. "We're attorneys and we deal in contracts."
The woman spoke with an air of authority and when she looked at
me, I felt a little nervous.
 "Don't worry about her," the third woman said to me with a
giggle. "She thinks she's a lawyer."
"We are attorneys though," the woman holding the clip board said.
"Yeah, but we don't really have anything to do with contracts. We
just serve the drinks and food during the contract negotiations
with potential clients," the fourth woman added.
"Wearing sling shot bikinis," giggled the second woman.
"You wouldn't know what a contract was if it came up and kicked
you in the cunt," the third woman said and burst into laughter.
The forth woman looked at her friend holding the clip board. "Are
you going to sign the fucking thing or what? My anus is getting
impatient!"
When the women had finished signing their names and were naked
behind the curtain, I told them that I had only three boxes and
that one of them would have to wait. Like the students, they also
piled their clothes on the floor, being careful not to step on
them.
"At two dollars a fuck we can get some new clothes," the first
woman said as I wheeled her out on the floor.
"No, Marge, Mr. Jameson said we were to purchase new bikinis and
have the company name stitched on the material," the fourth woman
said from behind the curtain.
I wheeled the other two boxes out and lined them up. Now I just
needed kids to come by. Outside, the hallways were filling up
with people and some looked inside the room curiously and nodded
their heads.
Eventually, two little girls, about six or seven years old, came
into the room wearing pathfinders uniforms.
"How much lady?" they asked me.
"Five dollars a poke girls," I smiled at them encouragingly.
They came over to give me the money but I told them to pick out a
box and drop the money in the side.
"Any one we want?" the blonde-haired one asked.
"Any one you want," I confirmed.
"Where are the strap-on's?"
"Over there in the box."
The youngsters rummaged through box, dropping several strap-on's
on the floor but paying no attention to them, giggling as they
pulled out different models and compared their choices. Both of
them seemed excited and extremely self-confident.
Finally they pulled out ten inch ribbed strap-on's and proceeded
to attach them to their waists with an assurance that showed that
they had considerable experience of using them. As I watched, I
felt myself getting wet between my legs again. Oh please fuck me
with those! I had a fleeting thought about putting myself in one
of the boxes and offering my anus to the kids, but I knew Angie
would not approve of that and I think the competition committee
would get upset.
The girls looked at the boxes with the anuses showing in the
little hole and walked up and down the line, occasionally jabbing
them with their little fingers, as if testing them out. When they
had made their selections, they both walked up to two of the
boxes that were side by side and adjusted the step.
"Hey lady, where's the lube?" the blonde haired one asked.
"Over there," I pointed. The girls looked over at a box on the
floor and then back at me.
"Well, could you bring a bottle of lube then?" the blonde haired
girl's friend asked, a note of irritation in her voice. "I don't
want to lose my place." She stared at me and gripped the side of
the box impatiently.
There was nobody else waiting so I went over and fetched a bottle
of lube for the girls, opening it and handing the bottle to the
blonde haired girl. Both girls looked cute in their pathfinder
uniform with the strap-on's poking out from under their skirts.
"My mom says I can't get my hands dirty so can you squirt the
lube on this little brownie?" she asked smiling broadly, and
pointed her index finger at the woman's anus.
I smiled back. "Certainly," and squirted the lube onto the
woman's anus and then did the same for the other girl. I felt so
horny doing it, and couldn't resist slipping my index finger
quickly into both of the sphincters, and the girls laughed. Then
they each opened their little wallets and took out a five dollar
token and dropped in the side of the box.
They got up onto the steps and looked at each other and gave a
high five before pressing the "on" button on the strap-on that
tickled their little clits. Both girls laughed and giggled as
they plunged their strap-on's into anus in front of them. There
was nothing gentle about the way they did it, just a hard punch
forwards with their hips, and I watched mesmerized as the two
anuses stretched around the strap-on's, imagining the burning
sensation that must have created. I heard one of the women make a
groaning noise as the pathfinder worked her strap-on into her
anus but the little girl just slapped the side of the box and
shouted "Quiet, you!"
She looked over at me, grinning, and I nearly melted. "I like my
women quiet."
As both youngsters plunged their strap-on's in and out of their
chosen anuses, two more women walked into the classroom and
looked at the girls and licked their lips.
They walked over to me eagerly and I had them sign the paper
before sending them behind the curtain, I looked at the forms and
saw that they were stay-at-home moms. I explained what they had
to do and how the money system worked and they nodded
enthusiastically, glancing back repeatedly at the two pumping
pathfinders. They also asked me for my autograph and one of them
said that there were some other mothers from one of the other
puppy teams here at the school. I perked up at that and wondered
who it could be, and whether her experiences were the same as my
own.
For the next hour, there was a steady flow of customers, mostly
girls but also some boys and a handful of men. When the males had
finished, I had to wipe their fluids off the step so the young
girls could participate. Four boys from the senior class came by
and worked the anuses particularly hard and after they left, two
of the women called "time" but it wasn't a problem because I had
more women waiting than I had boxes.
When the hour was up, a cute looking college girl came up and
asked if I was Mrs Woods and that she was there to replace me. By
this time the kids were lining up in the classroom patiently
waiting their turn and I gave her instructions on what to do.
I looked at my watch: Angie wanted me home by 4.30pm so I had to
hurry. I walked down the crowded hallway and looked in the
blowjob room where Mrs Scott was on her knees. She had metal
contraption in her mouth that forced her mouth into "O" shape,
her hands were cuffed behind her back and she had eye covers on.
The boy standing before her only had to pump his hips back and
forth and when he got ready to cum he tilted her head back and
shot his fluid down her throat. I noticed she was very careful to
catch it all - nobody liked to have spilt bodily fluids to clean
up. I hurried on down the hallway and out to the car.
I pulled into the driveway and parked next to Bill. He was home
finally: most weekends he was out doing whatever. I hurried
around to the backyard and entered through the kitchen and down
the hall, and I could hear some noise upstairs. The TV was on but
he wasn't there and I wondered what he was up to so I went up the
stairs.
The master bedroom door was almost shut but I could hear noises
coming from the other side so I took hold of the door handle and
walked into the room. I stopped in amazement and my jaw dropped.
Bill was lying on his back totally naked, with Ida fucking Carter
sitting upright on his waist facing him, slowly rocking back and
forth. He looked over at me and half smiled, half sneered, and
Ida turned her head as well, raising her arms up to the back of
her neck so that her tits stood out and flicked her hair.
I was taken completely by surprise and for a moment just stood
there with a dumb look on my face. The smell of rancid sex hit my
nostrils and I tried to form words but nothing came out.
Ida smiled at me and there was triumph in her eyes. "I think
you'd better turn and around and just leave," she said and I saw
Bill grab her hips and thrust upwards with renewed enthusiasm. I
stood frozen in the doorway with my hand still on the door
handle. "Go on now," she urged as she flicked her left hand at me
dismissively. "Fuck off to your dog basket!"
I had a choice to make, to get angry and make a scene and pull
Ida off Bill, or walk out of the room. I suddenly wondered what
Angie would want me to do and if I would be punished if I made a
scene. I stared at them a moment longer and then lowered my head
like an idiot and slowly backed out of the room, pulling the door
behind me.
"Leave the door open," Ida ordered breathlessly and my face
burned red as I detected a smile in her voice.
I let go of the door handle and walked backwards into the hallway
and I heard Ida shout out, "Oh yeah Bill, fuck me! Find out what
it's like to fuck a real woman!"
Tears formed in my eyes as I heard the two of them grunting like
pigs, but I couldn't move. I just stood outside the bedroom door
bathed in humiliation and felt my self-esteem sink into the floor
at my feet. I had lost Bill, but then again I think I might have
lost him when this puppy sport started because of the sex rules
that were laid out, but that thought didn't comfort me as I
remembered the triumphant look on Ida's face.
I hurried down the stairs into the kitchen and sobbed. Above me,
I heard Ida's rising moans and Bill's grunts, the type he always
made just before he came, and I buried my face in my hands. What
was I going to do?
Suddenly I felt a presence behind and turned around. There
standing before me was Ida's daughter, seven-year old Helen.
"Your husband and my mom usually fuck over at our house but for
some reason they decided to come here."
She looked so innocent and there was a child's tenderness in her
eyes. So that was where that bastard had been hiding! I just
nodded my head and tried to wipe away my tears.
I noticed the youngster staring hard at me. She narrowed her eyes
and tried to read something.
"Baby Girl," was all she said.
I looked at her. Oh fuck!
"Is your name Baby Girl?" she looked at me.
I nodded my head.
"I thought it was Mrs Woods," she replied. "Is that your real
name? Baby Girl?"
"Um," I replied looking at her. "I am Mrs Woods, but I also go by
Baby Girl." I blushed before this seven year-old.
"Can I call you Baby Girl? Or should it be Mrs Woods?" she asked
innocently.
"Well," I smiled, a little nervous. "Baby Girl would be fine."
She smiled. "Come, let's watch some TV together, Baby Girl,"
Helen said, looking at me and holding out her hand. I melted
under her stare, so cute and innocent, and I felt my spirits
lifting. I took her hand and allowed myself to be led by the
youngster to the living room. She sat on the couch and patted the
space next to her but I shook my head and sat down on the floor
in front of the couch.
"Why don't you sit up here?" she asked, remarkably self-assured.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I just can't"
I gazed up at her in a daze, not really registering the noises
upstairs, and not paying attention to the TV, when suddenly then
I heard somebody walking down the stairs, and then Ida was
standing in the living room doorway: she was nude except for a
red thong.
"So it's true," was all she said as her eyes bored into me.
Helen looked up at her. "What's that, mommy?"
"Mrs Woods isn't allowed to sit on the furniture."
"Why not?"
"She's been a bad mommy," she smiled at her daughter.
"Fuck you, Ida," I hissed.
She grinned at me and ran a hand over her left tit. "You'd like
that wouldn't you?" she purred.
I gasped and stared at her and my heart skipped a beat, strange
feelings competing with my anger. I tried to clear my mind, and
reminded myself that she was only twenty-five years old and a
couple of years out of college, but then I remembered that she
was a manager at the company where Bill worked. Why should I have
cared about that, considering what he had just been doing?
"My thong needs washing, Mrs Woods," Ida smiled.
"Wash it yourself then."
"I don't think so," she replied haughtily, knowing that she had
an edge.
"Why would Mrs Woods wash your thong, mommy?" By now Helen was
off the couch and watching me with those lovely eyes.
"Because sweetie, she's been doing that for the last two weeks."
"Why would you do that, Baby Girl?" The child screwed up her face
at the thought of washing somebody else's clothes.
"Oh, you've been calling her Baby Girl?" Ida asked her daughter
with a surprised looked on her face.
"Yes, mommy, she said I could," Helen replied nodding her head.
"Interesting. Well, sweetie, her daughter Angie found out
Thursday that Baby Girl here has been washing my clothes and says
that she has to keep doing it," Ida smirked.
Helen looked at her mother and back at me.
I looked down, defeated by the truth. Angie had been right: I was
a stupid motherfucker.
"So, my thong needs washing Baby Girl," Ida repeated as she
spread her legs a little and put her hands on her hips.
I sighed and extended my right arm with my palm up, making a
motion for her to hand them to me.
"You still don't get it, do you Baby Girl?"
I looked up at her.
"Come over here and take my thong off," she hissed. I hesitated,
looking at her, and her eyes flashed with danger. "Don't make me
tell your daughter."
I shrugged my shoulders and caught a glance of Helen who has was
staring at me, wide-eyed. I sniffed and caught a sharp scent of
arousal: the kid was clearly excited about what was going on.
I got off the floor and walked over to Ida with my eyes looking
down to prevent her to seeing my anger and tears. I bent over at
the waist and hooked my fingers into the band of the thong.
"On your knees when you do this." she ordered, shifting her
weight again.
I tried not to show any emotion as I knelt before her and pulled
her thong down with both hands.  The scent of sex hit my senses
and despite myself, I looked at her cunt: Bill's cum was oozing
from the slit. I almost licked my lips.
"Pretty sight, huh? Seeing your husband's cum oozing from my
pretty pussy," she said, gloating at my humiliation.
By now Helen was standing next to me, watching closely.
I held the thong down around her ankles as I waited for her to
lift her foot. The gusset was coated with fluids which seemed to
sparkle in the light.
"Answer me, is that a pretty sight or what?"
I hesitated and then nodded my head. "Yes, it is a pretty sight."
Ida lifted her left foot then her right foot.  "Call me Miss
Ida," she ordered me.
I slowly lowered my head, defeated. "Yes Miss Ida that is a
pretty sight."
She was naked now and the smell of the slime still oozing from
her cunt was overwhelming.
"Give me the thong!" she ordered, and I slowly lifted it and put
it into her outstretched hand. She looked at it, taking time to
examine it, and then smiled at her daughter.
"It's very messy, isn't it honey?" she said in a syrupy voice and
held it in front of Helen's staring face. "I think it will need a
very good wash, don't you?"
The little girl said nothing, but continued to stare, fascinated.
"I always like to have my heavily soiled garments thoroughly
washed," Ida continued, and then looked down at me. "Open your
mouth!"
I gasped and felt the color rising to my face. Did she mean...?
"I don't think you're in a position to refuse, do you... pet?"
she sneered.
Tears began to run down my face, and slowly, I opened my mouth.
She smiled and carefully squashed the thong together, before
reaching out and pushing it firmly between my stretched lips
until it was fully inside, the wet crotch pushed down against my
tongue. The odor of them, the taste of her cum, still fresh,
exploded in my mouth and despite my humiliation, I felt my own
wetness betray me.
Beside me I heard Helen gasp and Ida looked at her. "I think that
should help to get them clean," she said. She turned and walked
back to the stairs, and then stopped. "Thank you for washing and
ironing my other thongs and clothes. I hope you will get that one
just as clean. A simple bitch like you need's something to do all
day," she added and then walked up the upstairs.
Fuck you Ida Carter, I thought to myself and pulled the stinking
material out of my mouth. Bitch!
I looked at Helen and her face still wore that same concentrated
look. I lowered my gaze, still holding her mom's thong, and was
about to get up when she suddenly spoke.
"Take my underwear off too," she said in a husky voice for a
seven year-old.
"What?"
"Take my underwear off too and wash it like my mom's."
I looked at the girl. If I had said "boo" she would probably have
given up right there.
"If you don't do it I will tell my mommy," she tried to say with
authority which I thought was cute.
I stared at her, at her innocent eyes and anxious face. Was this
worth a fight? Her mother was a complete bitch, but she was
enchanting, and her childish attempt to control me made me melt.
I nodded my head and turned towards the youngster. She raised her
dress and beneath it she was wearing cartoon character underwear
which only underlined her cuteness. Gently I hooked my fingers
into the band and pulled it down to her ankles, and there before
me was the most beautiful little cunt, so smooth and so hairless.

"Is my pussy pretty like my mommy's?" she asked. She was trying
to sound mean like her mom but it didn't quite work and made her
seem all the more endearing.
I was so close to it that I could have just sneaked a kiss, but
knew that might frighten her. I sniffed softly and smelt her
sharp young essence. "Yes," I replied, sucking in my breath
again.
The youngster lifted her left foot, then her right foot and I
took her panties and bundled them in my hand.
"Call me Miss Helen, Baby Girl," she said, trying to deepen her
voice again.
"Yes, Miss Helen, your little pussy is very pretty. In fact, I
think it is much prettier than you mom's." Take that, bitch! I
shouted silently at Ida.
An expression of delight spread across her little face and she
giggled loudly, dropping her skirt and skipping back to the
couch.
I collected both pairs of underwear and walked up the stairs to
the washing machine and as I passed the master bedroom, I could
hear Bill and Ida laughing and giggling. After I had set the
washer, I wondered if I should take off my clothes: Angie was due
home soon, but with Ida and her daughter in the house I decided I
had better not, so I went into Angie's room to wait for her.
Later that evening, about an hour or so after Bill, Ida and Helen
had left, I was sitting on the floor in Angie's bedroom with a
depressed look on my face when Angie came into the room.
"What's wrong, mother?" she asked as she sat on the edge of the
bed.
I recounted what had happened earlier with Ida and her daughter,
my face red as I relived the humiliation, but when I had
finished, Angie just shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't think you will be getting anymore sex from dad for a
long time," she said matter of factly. "Like I told you the other
day, Miss Carter is his mistress now. He has found somebody who
is willing to put out and doesn't ask any questions."
I looked up at her and for a second wondered which of us was the
adult and which of the child. The truth of her words hurt my
pride, but I knew she was right: there was no way that Bill and I
would ever get back together now, even if he got down on his
knees and begged. "What is your mother going to do?" I sobbed as
I sat on the floor.
Angie leaned back on the bed a little bit and pulled her thong
down to her ankles and flicked it off across the room. Then she
crossed her left leg over her right leg and leaned to her right.
I could clearly see her from her cunt to her anus, and I knew
also that she wanted me to.
 "We only have each other now, plus the team, which means sex
will figure in this somehow." Her voice was husky, but behind it
was an edge of nervousness, as if somehow we were about to take a
step into the unknown and it was her job to take the lead.
I continued to stare at her cunt and anus as I wiped my eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you want me, you want to taste me and you want a good
fuck. I think we both know that dad can't give you that anymore."
She was looking at me intently, daring me to disagree with her,
and I nodded. "I know you saw my dildo strap-on the other day. I
bought that with your money, for you."
"I thought so," I replied and felt my face burn red with
embarrassment.
"You asked the other day if you could masturbate me, and I told
you only when I was ready. Well, I think I'm ready now, and I'm
also... ready to fuck you, if you want." She averted to eyes to
the bed and her cheeks reddened, and for a moment I caught a
glimpse of the little girl beneath her mistress persona.
"Um..." I began, my heart beating hard.
"Hush for a minute, mother." Angie said, as she struggled to put
her ideas into words. "I am not going to command you or order you
to have sex with me. You have to ask me. You have to ask me to
let me fuck you with the strap-on."
"Mistress," I started to say, but she stopped me, anxious not to
lose the thread of what she was trying to say.
"Mother, that's the only sex you're going to get. Dad is out of
the picture. He's getting his dick warmed by Miss Carter. It's
just you and me and the mistresses."
I looked at her, sizing things up.  My daughter was smart for a
twelve year-old, smart enough to know that in front of us was a
bridge and I had to decide whether or not I wanted to cross it.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen
between us. Not at the start of this competition or at anytime
did I think about this. Of course there were my secret lusts and
fantasies, but never did I dream of being faced with the reality.
"You know it's true, mother," Angie continued as she softly
rubbed her thigh. "You and I and the team have to stick together.
The husbands of the other pets are feeling the same thing that
daddy is: that you belong to us and not them."
Angie was being soft with me, guiding me to the right decision.
Our husbands didn't own us but I knew what Angie was talking
about.
"Yes, mistress, I know you're right," I said softly and started
to get up and move towards her.
"But," she said as she leaned back on the bed excitement
replacing her anxiety, "you have to know my moods." She opened
her legs a little, almost teasingly, and the beautiful smell of
her essence hit me.
"What do you mean?" I asked as I stared at her moistening cunt,
trying not to seem too anxious with her.
"We just can't fuck each other with wild abandon, it has to be
done right," she replied fidgeting with the hem of her skirt.
I gave her a questioning look.
"When I masturbate myself it takes me a long time to cum but it
does get easier if I am excited. You have to know when to ask me
if you want me to fuck you because I won't always be in the mood.
Do you understand mom?"
She was back to our relationship again. "Your mother still
doesn't understand what her mistress is saying."
"Look, mom," Angie replied sitting straight up. "I may not always
be in the mood for, um, fun so you'll have to know when to
approach me."
I nodded my head. "I think your mother understands mistress." I
almost smiled. It was cute seeing her getting serious about sex.
"Good. Get your uniform on," she said as she got up from the bed.
"I will be downstairs in the living room."
I opened my gym bag and quickly got dressed. I was unbelievably
wet and my stomach tingled with excitement.
"Bring the rolled up newspaper with you," Angie yelled out as I
inserted my tail into my anus.
I wondered what that is for? I kept my new stilettos on and
picked up the rolled up newspaper in my mouth and trotted out of
the room and down the stairs.
Angie was sitting on the couch when I came up to her. I went into
the sitting position with the rolled up newspaper in my mouth
looking at her expectantly.
"The main thing that gets me excited, Baby Girl, is when I punish
you, whether you need punishing or not. That goes the same with
the other pets. When Foofu gets punished I get aroused and horny
and so do the other girls I think." She looked at me to see my
reaction and I remembered yesterday, holding Foofu on the bench
and the way it made me feel between my legs but I said nothing as
I had the newspaper in my mouth. I moved my tail back and forth
to show her that I was listening to her.
Was this going to be good? I thought, having to submit myself to
being punished so I could lick her or have her fuck me?
"If this is going to work then I have to punish you whether you
did something or not. That's what Good Girl punishments are all
about, to get the mistresses in the mood to fuck their pets and
strengthen the bond between them. So if you bring me Miss Cane or
the cattle prod, or Miss Riding Crop, or the metal ruler or the
newspaper, then I know what you want." She leaned forward
watching me, and took the newspaper from my mouth. "Bark your
acceptance."
"Arf!"
"This will be hard on you mom. If this is what you want then this
is way it has to be. This way will satisfy us both." She paused.
"Bark if this is the way you want it."
I looked at her and nodded my head. "Arf!"
I was headed down a path, a lifestyle change with my daughter. I
thought it could satisfy us both but she was right, it would be
harder on me than on her, but wasn't that true of any
relationship between a mother and her daughter? Besides this was
only for the duration of the competition, right?
A smile came over Angie's face. "But that is only for fucking. As
for licking me, you can do that anytime, here at home, when I'm
doing my homework or watching TV or even at our weekend training
sessions and most importantly at practice." She sat up on the
couch like this was some new game. "I won't order you to lick me.
You have to do that on your own. Besides, I don't think the other
pets are having sex with their mistresses yet. That is still a
subject we haven't aired out as team yet."
"Arf!" So the girls at some point knew that they would have
sexual relations with us? Hell, call it fucking relations, with
us? I wonder who put them up to that?
"But I think you and I can move them in the right direction," she
continued.
"Arf!"
She was on a roll. "But starting tonight you can lick me anytime
you want. You can taste me anytime without asking me." She smiled
down at me. My heart beat faster and my excitement grew. Finally
it was out in the open, the eight-hundred pound elephant wasn't
in the room anymore!
"You know what I found sexy the other day that turned me on?"
Angie asked expectantly; she clearly was not nervous anymore. "It
was the way you showed your enthusiasm with Zoe, and also with
Julie, Kayla and me."
"Arf! Arf!"
"I want to see more of that same enthusiasm from now on."
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" Oh fuck, so did I!
Angie sat back on the couch, still holding the rolled up
newspaper, and spread her legs again. I was still in the sitting
position watching her and her beautiful scent drifted up to me
from her moist slit. She looked at me for the longest time, and I
could see lust growing in her eyes.
She hit her left palm with the rolled up newspaper. "You've been
a bad doggie this week, is that why you brought this to me?" she
asked me huskily, her eyes shining with lust.
Role-playing was back on in our mistress/pet relationship. I
wanted sex and maybe tonight I would get it, and Angie wanted
pleasure, but first I would have to endure some pain.
Here goes.
"Arf!" I wagged my tail.
"Heel!"
I quickly got on all fours.
"I only want to hear barks and whines from you, do you understand
stupid little motherfucker?"
"Arf!" I replied as my daughter stood over me.
[SLAP] across my ass cheeks. That hurt! "Arf!"
"Bad fucking doggie, bad doggie!" [SLAP], [SLAP] as she hit me
with the newspaper again, harder.
Gawd damn that hurt! I tried to move out of the way of the
newspaper but she followed me around the room.
I started whining as she slapped across my back and ass then she
took some swipes at my head. Fuck, fuck, fuck that hurt!
"Arf, arf, arf!" I barked.
"Stupid fucking dog!" [SLAP] "Get up stairs now you fucker! And
get your uniform off and wait for me!"
I had tears in my eyes. This role-playing was hard but I could
smell her essence, her excitement, and she smelled fucking hot. I
quickly scampered up the stairs and into her room, wiping away my
tears. She could hit hard but I realized that the harder she hit
me, the more aroused it made her. And I was moist also. In fact,
as I thought about it, her punishment had always made me wet, as
if somehow I had always known sub-consciously that I wanted my
pain to make her horny and that made me horny too. It was like a
means to an end.
Hell, this just might work!
I quickly had my uniform off and was standing in the middle of
the room at attention.
"You'd better be ready you stupid fucker!" Angie yelled as she
walked up the stairs. What a potty mouth she had on her, and how
it turned me on!
For ten minutes I was bent over at the waist holding my calves,
counting the strokes of Miss Cane. I was crying after the tenth
stroke but I could smell that Angie's cunt was on fire. She stood
in front of me, my head down as she grabbed a handful of my page
boy haircut pulling my head up.
"How does motherfucker like it?" she wickedly smiled at me.
"Motherfucker likes it, Mistress," I stammered. I was still
uncertain about the abuse, but my cunt was dripping.
"Get my strap-on and the lube, motherfucker," Angie hissed as she
let go of my hair.
I scurried to the closet and pulled out the dildo and lube and
returned to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her thighs
spread wide. I gulped, looking at her glistening slit, and
thought how fucking stupid I must have looked standing naked in
my daughter's room with a strap-on in one hand and lube in the
other.
Angie stood up and walked over to me, hooking her index finger
under my dog collar and pulling me forward as she turned towards
the bed. She sat down on the edge and opened her thighs again,
deliberately opening herself to me.
"If you want me to fuck you mother, then you must kiss and lick
me here." She pointed to her cunt and anus and I looked down, my
eyes feasting on her:  she wasn't quite naked but bottomless was
just as good.
I dropped the strap-on and the lube and quickly knelt between her
spread her thighs, breathing in her intoxicating smell. I could
sense her nervous excitement along with my own, but I was ready.
"Before we start, mother, you have to agree that this is your
position," she said, her voice quavering.
"Mistress?"
"You have to agree that this is your position. That you will be
responsible for my cunt and anus, like kissing and licking them
and like I said, you don't need my permission to do this. Do you
agree, mom?"
I gulped. "Yes, Mistress Angie, I agree," I nervously replied.
"Just to make sure, you are responsible for my cunt and anus, do
you understand, mother?" Angie asked me with all the earnestness
of a twelve year-old could muster.
"Yes, Mistress Angie, your mother understands that she is
responsible for her daughter's cunt and anus," I gasped as I
stared at the object of my carnal desires.
"And you also agree that when you need sex you will present me
with one of your punishment implements?"
"Yes, Mistress Angie," I gulped again. Deeper down the hole I
went.
"I won't be easy on you because you want the pleasure but you
must first experience pain."
"Yes, I know," I replied, still staring mesmerized at her cunt,
like a child looking at candy.
"You have to experience pain in order to receive pleasure."
I looked up at her. "Yes, Mistress, I understand."
Angie nodded her head and lifted her left leg, inviting me home.
I scooted forward and licked my lips and above me I heard Angie's
breathing quicken. I had never kissed another woman before let
alone even kissed a pussy. I began by kissing and licking her
vulva working my way in slowly from the outside.
"OOOhhhh!" Angie moaned.
I licked the outer edges of her outer lips, then very slowly
spread them, and licked and kissed her inner lips, and around her
vagina. Her taste was divine.
I felt her hand on my head as she moaned again, "Ooohhh, fuck!" I
tried to lick and kiss her vulva lips gently but her hand was
pressing my head in.
I looked at her clitoris as I licked her cunt trying to hold off
from coming in contact with it. I had read in a woman's magazine
that young girls preferred indirect clitoral contact before they
were fully aroused but my nose and tongue told me Angie was
already saturated with pre-cum.
I moved my hands up to spread her lips but Angie gasped, "No
hands, mom," her breath catching, so instead I gently sucked her
clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it.
I could feel her beginning to tense now, her hips squirming her
smooth young cunt against my mouth, and at times she would bring
her thighs together and squeeze my head then loosen up again, all
the while moaning. With her moaning I decided to hum against her
clit.
"OOOHHH fuck yeeeesssss, mother, gawd damn!" she squirmed as I
hummed. I had given Bill hummers before and now I found it had
just the same effect on Angie.
I remembered the magazine had also said that if your eyelids
aren't sticky after giving a pre-teen girl oral sex, you didn't
do all you could to please her, and I felt a desperate need to
please her, to make this first experience one that she remembered
always. While holding her little clit in my vibrating mouth, I
used my nose, cheeks and chin and moved them around against her
pussy, coating myself in her delicious wetness.
"Gawd damn, mom! Fuck! Fuck!" Angie screamed as she squeezed her
legs together, crushing my head between her thighs as she gripped
the covers of the bed, and her groaning drove me on, rubbing the
tip of my nose against her clit as I penetrated her precious cunt
with my tongue.
This is my daughter, I thought, my twelve year-old daughter! I am
fucking her cunt with my tongue and there is nowhere else I would
like to be at this moment. I wanted to see her, to watch the
pleasure rolling over her face, and I looked up, but sensing my
movement, she opened her eyes and looked back at me.
 "Don't look at me mother, your focus should be down there. All
your attention and concentration should be down there when you
are licking me," she panted as she bucked her hips up and down
urgently.
I felt her hand grasp my hair and push my head against her
thrusting sex so hard that it was painful, but it didn't matter:
all I wanted was for her to cum.
Angie grabbed my hair again pulling my face even tighter into her
cunt as she rotated her hips. "Ohhh, yess, mother, fuck yes! Ohhh
gawd, this feels so good!" she moaned, and then her body
stiffened and arched, and she came over my mouth.
I knew from personal experience that the clit is extremely
sensitive after climax, so I gently tapered off my licking of her
cunt as her reaction began to mellow. We both paused for a
moment, catching our breaths, and then I gently moved her thigh
over and stuck my face between her ass cheeks and licked her
anus. I licked up and down with the flatness of my tongue, one
long stroke up and one long stroke down.
"Ohh, Baby Girl, just like a dog." I could hear the smile in her
voice as she adjusted her ass a little to give me better access.
"I should have you put your uniform on and lick me."
I poked my tongue several times into her sphincter muscle then
went back to licking her. I was in heaven and one lucky mother to
be able to lick and suck my daughter like this, and she had said
that I could do it at anytime.
"Hmmm" she moaned softly. "I should've had you do this sooner."
For the next five minutes I licked her little anus and noted her
sensitivity as she cooed and moaned and squirmed with each
stroke. My tongue and jaw were getting tired but the taste and
smell was something I was used to and adored
Eventually she sat up. "Come here Baby Girl," she cooed.
I smiled and went up to her. We were face to face and I thought
we might kiss or at least hug. "I would kiss you but you have all
kinds of icky on your lips, tongue and mouth," she smiled as she
pushed my head away. "Did you enjoy my taste?"
"Yes, Mistress, your mother enjoyed your taste," trying to keep
the hurt out of my voice.
"You can enjoy that taste as often as you like as long as you
behave yourself and not get into anymore fucking trouble, do you
understand mother?"
"Yes Mistress Angie, your mother understands," I gulped.
"Because if you get into trouble again you might lose the
privilege of licking me for several days," she smiled down at me.
"Yes Mistress Angie, your mother understands and will try not to
get into trouble." I repeated, looking up at her. Her face was
flushed and her pleasure still echoed in her eyes and she looked
beautiful.
"Good. Now on your knees and beg me to fuck you," she smiled as
she rolled off the bed.
I was on my knees looking up at my daughter and all my indecision
had gone. I put my hands together. "Please Mistress Angie fuck
me! Fuck your dirty whore of a mother! Please, please fuck me!" I
pleaded.
Angie stepped into the strap-on and pulled it up to her hips,
adjusting the base of the dildo so that stimulator was over her
clit.
"Did you suck daddy before he fucked you?" she asked as she
stroked the dildo.
"Yes Mistress."
"Then I want the same," she smiled still stroking. "Tell me what
you want to do."
"I want to suck your strap-on mistress."
"What are you waiting for?"
I gulped and scooted forward looking at the ten inches of almost
life-like flesh protruding from my twelve year-old daughter's
slim waist.
I looked up at her raising, my hands at the same time.
"Don't look at me mother and never use your hands," she said
simply. "Your focus is on the dildo."
I put my hands at my sides and stuck my tongue out, tasting the
tip, the same tip that had `My Pet' written on it.
I blushed and burned with humiliation and embarrassment and
wantonness as I moved my mouth over the tip and Angie casually
put her left hand behind me and stroked my head, spreading her
legs a little and thrusting out her hips. I moved my head back
and forth over the dildo, then licked the side and the underside
of it like I would with Bill's cock.
"Ohhh, mother, that's it, make love to it," Angie hissed as the
little clit stimulator was lightly buzzing against her.
For the next five minutes I sucked and licked the strap-on under
Angie's encouragement.
"That's it mom, this is your new best friend," Angie smiled as
she guided my head back and forth. "Hmmm, up on the bed now."
I broke contact with the strap-on and quickly sat up on the bed,
my heart racing.
"On your back with your legs spread. I have to take that lovely
clit clamp off you," she smiled as the wet strap-on swung back
and forth in front of her.
"Do you think you might be able to deep throat your new friend?"
she asked as she tossed me the lube.
"With practice Mistress Angie, your mother thinks she might be
able to deep throat her, um, new friend."
"Did you deep throat daddy?" She stood in front of me stroking
the dildo.
"Um, yes mistress, your mother deep throated your father."
"Very good answer, now hold still as I remove your clamp," Angie
said as she put two fingers of her left hand into my cunt and I
heard her gasp softly: I was very wet. With her right hand she
squeezed the clamp to remove it.
"Ohhh, hmm, mistress," I moaned.
"Easy Baby Girl," Angie said as she took the clamp off. "Who does
this belong to?" she asked as she fingered my cunt.
"You mistress," I gasped.
"And who else?"
"The team mistress."
"Will you hesitate if one of the mistresses want this?" she asked
as she jammed three fingers in my cunt.
"Ohhh, gawd, no mistress," I squirmed and moaned.
Angie removed her fingers and started to massage my sphincter
muscle. "Who does this belong to?"
"You mistress and the team," I squirmed.
"Does it belong to you?"
"No Mistress Angie," I moaned as she poked her middle finger into
my anus.
"Will you complain or resist if one of us on the team wants to
play with it?"
"No Mistress Angie," I moaned again.
"Very good, mother," she said and smiled as she took the clamp
off my clit. Thank God!
"With your good attitude mother you'll get all the sex you can
handle," Angie chuckled. I smiled: I sure fucking hope so, I
thought.
 "One more thing."
"Yes mistress?" I looked at her anxiously, my unclipped clit
throbbing
"Julie and Kayla, are we going to have a problem with them? You
know they want to have fun with your body. They're a couple of
perverts," she said and then giggled.
"No mistress, your mother will not have a problem with them." I
fact as far as I was concerned, the more the merrier: there would
be more sex for me even if I have endure some abuse from those
two twelve year-olds.
"You realize," Angie said slowly, "that they won't be easy on
you?"
"Yes mistress, your mother understands."
"Good." She paused and I felt my body trembling with lust. "Does
daddy fuck your ass, mom?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"Hmmm, not as much as I would have liked, mistress," I replied,
watching her open the bottle of lube before handing it to me.
"Here, lube up your friend. I don't want to get my hands dirty."
Once more I could hear the nervous excitement in her voice.
 "But mistress, I'm wet enough as it is," I said desperately, my
unclipped clit throbbing.
"I... I want your anus, mother," Angie said huskily, her voice
almost breaking. "I want to claim it as my own before the other
mistresses."
My daughter looked at me expectantly. She was still a child but
she wanted something from me, something very personal and
private, my anal flower. But had I not agreed that my anus was
hers and the teams? I looked down at the bottle of lube and
suddenly realized what she wanted. Me saying it was one thing,
but she wanted me to give it to her freely, to give her control
and dominion over my anus.
Blushing, I nodded my head and saw the excitement in her eyes. I
saw how hard she was breathing and knew she was very aroused,
just as I was. I scooped a handful of lube in my hand and ran it
over the strap-on.
"The full length, mom," was all she said.
I nodded again and scooped more lube, rubbing it along the shaft.
She was going to go deep. I thought it strange but in a minute or
two this strap-on would be embedded in my anal cavity and guts
and here I was helping to ensure it would make it.
"Is that good enough?" she asked me.
"Yes, mistress, the strap-on is ready." I had a hard time hiding
my excitement.
"Good, I don't want to hurt the anus the first time."
I caught the reference: my anus was already hers.
"On the floor, Baby Girl," she said softly.
I slid down the bed and got on all fours as Angie stepped behind
me. My heart was beating fast and I was nervous and excited at
the same time. I could feel Angie squatting behind me and then
the tip of the dildo poke my sphincter and I held my breath.
"There's no turning back, mother," Angie said, her voice
trembling. Even if I'd wanted to, I don't know if I could have
backed out at this point: I was aroused and wet, and as excited
as she was.
"Yes, mistress," I replied with expectation on my face.
I felt the head of the dildo poke my anus again but this time
Angie sounded different.
"Come on my beautiful little anus, open up for your mistress,"
she cooed.
She pushed a little harder and I pushed back against the tip,
feeling my sphincter muscle start to give way.
"That's it, don't fight your mistress, come on, now," she almost
whispered as she pushed the head in.
"Uugghh," I grunted. "Yes, mistress, fuck it, fuck me!" I urged
her.
Angie giggled. "Don't you pay no mind to that bitch," she
breathed hard. "There you go, open some more my little anus." I
felt her hands spread my ass cheeks wider. It was like she was in
a different world as she spoke, but I didn't care, she was in
control now.
"Aarrgghh," I moaned as I dropped my head. "Yesss!"
"That's my anus, there you go," Angie coaxed as the head of the
dildo slipped past my sphincter muscle. All she had to now as
push.
"MMMmmm," I moaned. "Oh, yes, fuck me, mistress, do it!" I urged
her again. "Fuck your new anus!" I stammered.
She ignored me. "There, my anus looks beautiful with my dildo in
it," she moaned to herself. "This is the most beautiful thing.
Look how thin the pretty ring is as it stretches around it ." I
felt her finger tips running rubbing around my sphincter muscle
where the strap-on had penetrated me. "How is it, mother?"
"Sooo fucking wonderful!" I groaned moving my ass back and forth.
Angie giggled. "Ooohhh, so beautiful and sexy," Angie whimpered
as the clit massager worked its magic on her her. I gritted my
teeth. "You belong to me now, I own you."
"Uugghh, fuuckk!" I groaned.
Angie giggled again as she pushed the strap-on deeper. It felt
like about four inches of the dildo was in my guts with six more
to go. I gritted my teeth harder, feeling the growing fullness
inside me.
"More, mistress, more, push it deep!" I implored her.
"Nice! We're almost halfway little anus and you're doing so
good," she cooed as she continued to rub around my ring, ignoring
my pleas.
"Uh, uh, uh," I moaned as she pushed slowly into my guts. I
really didn't care if she ignored me or not, at least I was being
fucked.
"That's my good little anus, that's it, take it all, you're
almost there," Angie giggled.
Suddenly I could feel the leather at the end of the dildo and the
vibration of the clit massager. The dildo was fully inside me now
and I felt full.
"Ahhh, fuuuckk, mistress," I groaned.
"Hold me up Baby Girl," Angie ordered as she carefully leaned
forward and rested her chest against my back, lifting her feet
off the ground and reaching underneath me and pinching my
nipples. I could feel her budding little breasts on my back and
the hardness of her nipples against my skin. What a wonderful
feeling!
Angie's weight plus the ten inch dildo firmly embedded in my guts
made me grunt with effort.
"See what you can do when you and that little anus work
together?" she laughed. It was a crazy sounding laugh and I felt
it vibrate through her small body as she pinched my nipples
harder and started pulling on them
"Only for you Mistress Angie. Fuck this feels soooo gooood!" I
groaned, trying to move my ass back and forth against the plastic
cock.
For the next five minutes or so Angie slowly pumped my anus and
pulled my nipples, working her way to another orgasm as her left
cheek rested between my shoulders and her panting breath warmed
my skin.
"Ohhh, fuuck meee, Baby Girl, gawd damn it, fffuuuccckk!" she
screamed as the clit massager on the strap-on made her cum.
As she slowly came down, I felt her body relax against me and her
breathing slow. I felt proud that I was l holding her weight up
and the dildo was still inside my guts but my arms were getting
tired.
"I'm fucking proud of you Baby Girl for giving me your anus to
fuck," she cooed as she laid on my back.
"Thank you mistress," I beamed. I had finally done something
right.
Finally she slowly slid off me and the strap-on pulled out of my
anus with a pop, leaving me feeling empty.
"Fuck mom, that anus is big and round after my strap-on came out
of it!" she chuckled, lying on the floor and looking up at me.
"I've never seen anything like that before. Does it go back to
its original shape?"
"Yes, mistress, in a couple of minutes it will close-up again."
"Cool," she said as she ran her index finger around my oversized
opening, making me shudder with delight.
"Um, mistress?" I asked watching her lying on the floor, coming
down from her orgasm.
"What is it, motherfucker?"
"Um, mistress has come twice but your mother is still waiting her
turn." I looked at her hopefully, praying that I hadn't said too
much, or that she had not suddenly lost interest.
"Oh yes, I forgot, sorry, I was having so much fun with that
beautiful mature anus," Angie replied dreamily.
"Well, jump on then, mom," she giggled as she pointed at the
strap-on sticking straight up from her waist.
"Your mother has to clean it first, mistress, just like I did for
daddy," I replied looking at the dildo, all shiny and slimy with
my asshole  juices.
"Clean it just like you'd do for daddy, then. I want to watch."
"Yes mistress," I panted as I scooted closer to the shaft then
slide my mouth onto it. I could taste my ass guts on the plastic
and my cunt pulsed: it had always been one of my most secret
turn-on's, to taste my own ass, and now here I was doing it in
front of my young daughter. I knew that I was blushing,
humiliating myself in the most filthy way, but I was too far gone
to care, and moved my mouth down and then back up again,
gathering the slime with my tongue, concentrating on the strap-on
and my sucking technique and avoiding looking at Angie. I kissed
the tip a couple of times and then slowly worked my tongue down
the length and back up again.
"You look beautiful doing that Baby Girl," Angie said with a
smile in her voice and the thrill of her approval made me pulse.
After a couple of minutes I pulled off the dildo and looked
towards her with my eyes downcast. "Your mother is ready to
impale herself," I breathed
Angie smiled and waved at the strap-on. Fuck! I was going to sit
on it and fuck myself with it!  At long last, I was going to feel
my cunt filled up with cock, even if it was a plastic one.
I squatted over the strap-on as Angie watched me, smiling, and
lowered myself slowly onto the tip, reaching under me and guiding
the dildo between my lips. I felt it stretching me open and
gasped, and below me Angie giggled, her eyes locked on the
penetrating plastic. Then I slowly sunk lower and my eyes
fluttered and I sucked my breath in.
"How does it feel motherfucker?" Angie asked looking up at me.
"Oh, yes, mistress, this motherfucker loves it," I gasped.
"Does it make your cunt feel good?"
I moaned. "Oh Mistress, this motherfucker's cunt feels
wonderful!"
"So I picked the right size for you?"
"Oooohhhh, yessss, mistress, a beautiful size," I giggled like a
little girl.
In about a minute I was totally impaled on the strap-on and Angie
sat up, using her left arm to support herself. Suddenly, with her
right hand she slapped my face hard and I cried out in pain and
surprise, looking up at her with hurt in my eyes. Fuck, this
supposed to be a beautiful thing between a mother and her
daughter?
She slapped me again. "Come on fuck yourself, Baby Girl, fuck
your new friend like you would daddy's cock," she hissed. It was
when I heard her voice that I understood: the clit stimulator had
been doing its work, and Angie was aroused, needing pain for
pleasure.
[SLAP] "Come on you stupid fuck, fuck yourself for me."
I raised up and down on the dildo again and again, inflamed by
her dirty words, panting as it felt so good. I concentrated on
fucking myself, while Angie slapped me two more times switching
hands and squeezing my nipples.
"OOOhhh fuuuckkk mistress, yeesss that feels soooo gooood!" I
stammered.
I could smell my cunt and her cunt and we were both on fire,
abandoned to the lust that surged through us. I fucked up and
down, again and again, my moans filling the room and echoed by
hers as the stimulator bounced on her little clit.
"Fuuuccckkk, Fuuuccckk, fuck me!" I scream. "Slap me!"
[SLAP] Her hand stung my face and then reached round again to
pinch and stretch my sore nipples in the most glorious pain.
"Come for mistress, Baby Girl, come on, and show mistress that
you have cum to give me!" Angie hissed as she stared at me with
glazed eyes.
I closed my eyes and bounced on the dildo and she pinched my
nipples hard and slapped my face one more time.
"OOOhhhhh, Yeeeesss, here I cuuuummmm!" I shouted, thrusting
down, skewering myself on the plastic prick as my cunt gripped
and pulsed around it. My orgasm was shattering, and my daughter
watched me, working my tits and nipples until the spasms weakened
and I collapsed down against her.
"Wow, mom, that was awesome," Angie said. She looked impressed
and I was relieved: I finally had a mind blowing cum.
I slowly pulled my cunt off the strap-on, my cum sticking to it
in a shiny coat. Angie was still lying on the floor smiling up at
me, her eyes twinkling. Then she giggled.
"Now give me my new little anus again," she growled. "Sit on me!"

I smiled at her. For the next three hours Angie fucked me every
way possible and I sucked and licked her every way possible. She
had two more mind blowing orgasms and I had one more, until
eventually we sank onto the bed, exhausted.

****
Sunday:
I woke up with Angie lying behind me. She was still wearing the
strap-on and I could feel it pressing against my back. My anus
was sore and so was my cunt but I felt wonderfully satisfied.
Plus Angie hadn't tied me up after our fuck session.  Yes, I
thought, that's what it had been, a good, hard, much-needed fuck
session for both of us. As I thought back, I couldn't help
regretting that there had been no moments of tenderness between
us, no lovemaking, but we had both got what we wanted.
I carefully scooted down the bed to the strap-on and leaned over
and kissed it. I licked the tip and head and then engulfed it in
my mouth tasting my cunt juices from last night and smelling my
anus on the plastic.
Angie moved sleepily, straightening her legs and stretching her
arms. "Hmmm," she moaned. "How is my shit for brains mother this
morning," she smiled.
"Your mother is wonderful this morning Mistress Angie," I replied
as I licked the dildo.
"Show me my anus, Baby Girl," she ordered as she sat up.
I got up and squatted, facing away from her but with my anus a
few inches from her face. Yesterday, I would have blushed with
shame, but today, it was hers. She owned it.
"How are you this morning my little anus?" she cooed as she poked
her index finger into it. "Good?" She pressed her finger against
the rim and giggled.
"From now on mother you will keep my new little anus clean at all
times, that means inside and out."
"Yes mistress, I will keep this anus clean for your use," I
replied contentedly.
"I may want to have a dinner date with it, who knows?"
"Mistress?" What the fuck?
"I may want to have my dinner on it sometime or take it out for a
date," she said a matter-of-factly.
"Um, your mother still doesn't understand mistress," I replied
looking over my shoulder.
"I might just put my plate of food on top of your ass while
you're on your hands and knees then sit down behind you and eat
as I talk and play with my new little anus." She chuckled
wickedly.
"Yes, mistress," I breathed again. I didn't know whether I should
be amused or worried about her.
"I might also have an impression made of this anus so that I can
wear it as a ring on my ring finger. That would be so cool!" she
said, laughing in delight at the idea.
"Yes mistress." I laughed as well, indulging her. Where did she
come up with this stuff?
Angie rolled off the bed as the strap-on flexed back and forth in
front of her. "Come, Baby Girl," she commanded, walking out the
bedroom door and I followed her down the hallway to the bathroom.
She was naked and looked beautiful from behind, her ass cheeks
muscular and smooth as she walked and the dildo swinging from
side to side.
"Wait here," she pointed just outside the bathroom door, and I
stopped obediently, my heart racing. I stood looking in as she
sat down on the toilet and relieved herself, holding the strap-on
out of the way as she peed. Then I heard the music of two plops
in the toilet bowl and my mouth watered with excitement, but
after a minute or two Angie got up and flushed the toilet and
disappointment washed over me. Surely, after last night, I
deserved a treat?
She stood and looked at me for a moment, her face serious, and
then suddenly grinned.
"Come and here and clean me!" she ordered as she put one foot on
the edge of the tub.
"Oh yes, mistress," I gushed. Hot damn this was just as good. I
quickly knelt behind her upturned ass and stuck my face into her
crack. The smell of her, the smell I hungered for every morning,
flooded into me.
"Hmmm, yeesss!" I breathed deeply as I licked my tongue up and
down her brownie.
"Aaahhh, fuck yes, Baby Girl, that's it, gawd damn!" Angie moaned
as she started to move her ass up and down on my mouth. "Nice and
clean, Baby Girl! Inside and out!"
This was my place, on my knees, tonguing my daughter's asshole,
and I wanted to be nowhere else.  Gawd what a rush!
"Is it nice and clean, Baby Girl?" she asked as she looked over
shoulder.
I pulled my head from her crack. "Yes mistress, nice and clean,"
I said, "but perhaps Baby Girl should check just once more." I
went to put my mouth back on her anus but she moved away,
laughing at my attempts to keep licking her bottom.
"Outside mom and relieve yourself."
"Yes mistress," I pouted as I stood up but I couldn't help
smiling. I did need to poop and pee but I wanted her brownie
more.
I trudged downstairs and out the back door, and after a couple of
minutes returned to the kitchen to find Angie standing there
leaning up against the counter, the strap-on jutting out from her
waist.
"Make us something to eat, mother, I'm famished!" she smiled as
she walked out of the room. Where'd she learn that word,
famished?
She ate her late breakfast from a tray on her lap as she watched
TV, her strap-on sticking out from under her tray and I ate my
food from my dog dish next to the chair, glancing at it and
wondering when it would next be buried in one of my holes.
Before we left to practice at Zoe's house, Angie told me to go
upstairs and stand in the middle of the bedroom. I had my new
stiletto's on but was still naked, and I was bent over at the
waist holding my lower legs. I had to have my instructions.
I could smell her excitement again. [SMACK] went Miss Cane across
my bottom.
"Are you my good bitch?" she asked as she swished the cane back
and forth and ran her hand around my ass cheeks.
"Yes, Mistress Angie, Baby Girl is your good bitch," I replied as
I gritted my teeth against the pain of Miss Cane.
[SMACK] "I want you to tell the others bitches when we arrive
about you and me."
"Yes Mistress Angie," I grunted.
Swish, swish went the cane. [SMACK] "Whoever picks your sorry ass
today, I want you to use your tongue to show your gratitude to
her, and I mean really use it. That way the other bitches will
know you are serious."
"Yes Mistress Angie," I said through clenched teeth. Her essence
was overwhelming me. She was very excited and I wondered if she
might fuck me again before we left.
[SMACK] "This doesn't change anything mother. You're still my pet
and I am training you to perform like an animal in the
competition." Swish, swish said the cane.
"Mistress?" I caught the reference there. A slip of the tongue?
Angie cleared her throat. "Um, I mean, train you to perform like
a dog in the competition," she hastily corrected herself.
"Yes, Mistress Angie," I grunt. "I will still be your pet for the
competition." I hoped that was just a slip of the tongue.
She put down Miss Cane and hugged me from behind. I was still
bent over but she leaned on top of me reaching around and pulling
my nipples.
"You're my pet but now you're my bitch and that excites me. Does
that excite you Baby Girl?" she asked pulling down my nipples.
"Yes mistress, Baby Girl is excited to be your bitch," I moaned.
It hurt when she pulled my nipples, but I knew what it meant.
She stood back a little and traced her finger around my anus.
"This is mine, not yours and nobody else's, do you understand
Baby Girl?"
"Yes, mistress, Baby Girl understands that the anus belongs to
mistress and not me and that I will take care of it."
She spat on it and rubbed her spit into the hole. "Gawd how I
want to play with my lovely anus, but we need to get to
practice." She picked up Miss Cane and held it out. "Kiss Miss
Cane and tell her how lucky you are to have her correct your
behavior."
"Thank you Miss Cane," I said as I kissed it. "I am truly lucky
to have you correct my bad behavior."
An hour later we pulled in front Barb's house. We were slightly
late because Angie had debated about taking her strap-on, but she
ended up leaving it at home and now it looked like we were the
last to arrive.
I hurried around the side of the house, entering through the gate
and walking around the back to find Barb, Cindy, Mary and Maggie
sitting on the porch floor.
"Thank gawd you're here," Maggie said. "Something's up with the
girls, Karen has been excited all morning."
"Yeah, Zoe gave me extra canings this morning for some reason,"
Barb added.
Cindy looked at me, "Do you know what's going on?"
I smiled and set my stuff down, and Mary moved over a little bit
so I could sit down. I felt like I was child again with a burning
piece of news, meeting my friends to talk gossip.
"Come Baby Girl, tell us what you know," Mary pleaded.
I smiled at my fellow pets, excitement pulsing through me. "We
did it," I finally said.
They looked at me, perplexed.
"Did what?" asked Barb.
"Angie, I mean, Mistress Angie and I finally had sex!" I giggled
uncontrollably.
"No!" Maggie whispered loudly.
Cindy looked towards the door.
"Fuck!" Barb replied. "This isn't gonna be good."
Unable to resist a moment longer, I went on to tell them how it
happened, how Bill drove me into Angie's embrace, how bummed out
I was about Ida fucking Carter fucking my husband. The others
seemed to understand my predicament only too well, saying that
they would have done the same thing, and I wondered how much it
reflected their new lives also.
Maggie, the attorney, leaned forward. "You know what this means,
pets?"
"Yes, sex with our daughters," Cindy replied licking her lips,
her enthusiasm only thinly disguised.
"No, sex with our mistresses," Mary corrected her.
"I didn't think this competition thing would come to this," Barb
said almost to herself, shaking her head, and I realized the
strain of the training was getting to her.
"So now what are we going to do?" Mary asked. "The mistresses
will be demanding an answer."
There was silence as the others were lost in thought.
Finally I said, "I for one am going to enjoy it. If a mistress
wants to have sex with me then I'm all for it because I'm not
getting shit from Bill anymore."
"Fucking, Baby Girl, it's not sex, it's fucking," Cindy corrected
me.
"Still, I'm for the fucking part," I replied and giggled.
"I haven't had any fucking since this damn competition thing
started nor have I masturbated," Mary said, almost laughing and
we giggled like little girls. "I'm with Baby Girl."
"Me too," added Maggie. "Getting fucked by our daughters is a
whole lot better than not getting fucked by anybody."
Cindy nodded her head. "I'm in, I mean fuck, I'm not getting
anything at home anyway and it's getting damn frustrating."
We looked at Barb. "What do you say Foofu?" I asked.
It looked as if Barb was about to cry. Things had spiraled out of
control for her: she had the most punishments and had the hardest
time adjusting to the training.
"I guess so, I mean, you guys are ready for this, right?" she
said but without any conviction.
We all rubbed her arms and shoulders. "You made the right choice,
Foofu," we said, trying to reassure her.
A minute later Zoe yelled out the backdoor, "Put your fucking
uniforms on pets."
We all scurried to get our clothes off and out uniforms on and
when we were ready, we nodded at each other. Enthusiasm it is!
I nudged the door open and scampered inside followed by the other
pets.
As I came into the living room I saw Zoe standing in the middle
of the room and I bounded over to her. The others were sitting on
the couch and recliners.
"Arf, arf," I barked as I came up to her, my tail wagging and
immediately stuck my head under her short skirt to find she did
not have any thing on under the skirt. From her smell, I knew at
once that she was already aroused. Yesss!
"Ohhh, Baby Girl!" she shrieked, almost knocking me to the
ground. Around me, I could hear similar squeals of delight from
the other mistresses.
Zoe grabbed my head with both hands looking down at me as I tried
to lick her cunt. "Oh, Baby Girl, you nasty bitch!" she squealed.
I put my arm behind her and pushed my head against her crotch and
she fell backwards on the floor, not hard, and she laughed as her
legs were pulled up exposing her delicious little cunt. I rushed
in not giving her a chance to sit up.
Her demeanor changed. "Fuck yes you fucking bitch!" she hissed as
my mouth clamped around her little clit. I licked and
tongue-fucked and barked, wagging my tail in delight, and Zoe
started to moan.
Elsewhere in the room, eager pet tongues came into contact with
young wet cunts. "Arf, arf," went Peaches as she was licking
Angie. Nine year-old Karen was holding Barb's head as she rubbed
her little cunt up and down her face, leaving a smear of wet.
"Hey you sluts," Angie called out loud. "Baby Girl's anus belongs
to me. Any of you fuckers want to use it, you have to ask me!"
Then she laughed, putting her hands on the back of Peaches head
and pushing her into her cunt.
"You're so fucking bad, Ang!" Stacey responded, sucking in her
breath as Dinky Pooh licked her cunt.
"I know! She doesn't own it anymore, she's just happens to be
using it," Angie laughed out loud and so did the other girls.
"Maybe we should all own our mothers' anuses and pimp them out to
each other for a dollar a fuck," Megan laughed as she squeezed
Cricket's head between her thighs.
"Arf, arf," I replied wagging my tail. Zoe pulled her legs up
even more exposing her sphincter muscle. I kissed it, rubbed my
cheek around it and cooed a little.
"Fucking right, Baby Girl, bitch, that's a good girl," Zoe
breathed hard, pulling her legs back as far as they would go.
Angie had told me I should 'really' show my enthusiasm, and fuck,
did I! I had Zoe coming in a couple of minutes as she bucked her
hips against my mouth, my tongue worked her little clit.
Something strange happened. I thought she had peed for a moment
as I felt liquid come from her cunt and I momentarily pulled my
head back from her and looked at it, but I suddenly realized that
Zoe was a squirter. Her juice squirted all over my face and over
my shoulder, warm and thick, and I quickly clamped my mouth down
again as she bucked her hips and moaned in ecstasy. I couldn't
catch all her juice, some of it running out of my mouth, but Zoe
just kept going, bucking her hips and groaning and pumping her
cum over my face.
"Fuck, look at Zoe," Megan cried as Cricket kept licking her
cunt.
"Fuuuckk, look at that!" Angie added in amazement.
I kept my mouth clamped on the little pumping opening, taking in
all her girl juice as best I could until after a minute, Zoe
calmed down and opened her eyes and looked at me between her
knees, smiling.
"Thanks Baby Girl, you can drink me anytime," she grinned and
took in deep breath.
"Arf, arf!" I wagged my tail and licked my lips, gathering her
spilt cream on my tongue.
"Fuck, do that again, Zoe," Stacey said. "That was awesome!"
"I have to rest for a couple of minutes but this bitch here can
keep on licking me," Zoe said as she relaxed. I put my head down
into her cunt and happily licked away.
It was an orgy of sorts as we licked and sucked the girls. Zoe
got up and I followed her around the house trying to stick my
head under her dress as she laughed and giggled the whole time.
After the girls came we sat in our sitting positions as the girls
looked us over. Each one of us still had shiny mouths and lips
where our daughters had cum on us.
Angie went up to Foofu. "Beg, Foofu, beg for my cunt!"
"Arf, arf, arf, arf," Barb replied as she shook her tail side to
side. She stuck her tongue and did her best impression of wagging
it.
"Very good, Foofu, you can kiss me," Angie smiled as she thrust
her hips forward.
Barb leaned forward and planted two kisses right on Angie's clit
and I felt a little twinge of jealousy: that's my mistress, I
thought.
"All of you bitches beg!" Megan ordered.
We all starting barking and wagging our tails. The girls sat down
looking at us begging like dogs. We've must have been quite a
sight.
"Hey you know our bitches haven't cum yet?" Stacey said over our
barking.
"Yeah, we know," Karen replied.
"Who cares?" added Zoe. "They're dogs and they should wait their
turn."
Megan looked around at the girls then smiled at us. "Well, we
have to keep our bitches happy Zoe," Megan admonished the teen.
"What's your idea," Stacey asked in anticipation of something
good.
"Yeah, Meg, what's idea?" Angie asked sitting forward on the
couch.
Megan smiled at the girls. "They're our bitches right?"
The girls agreed.
"And they need to come also, right?"
The girls agreed again.
"What do dogs do when they need to come?" she asked the team
members.
The girls shook their heads.
"They hump!" Megan laughed.
We stopped our begging and looked at Megan, and the girls looked
at her questioningly as well.
 "Hhmmppfff!" Megan said in exasperation. "Girls, our bitches
hump our legs just like a real dog!"
"Oh!" they exclaimed, clapping their hands. "Cool!" Karen added.
I thought, huh?
"Our bitches hump our legs like this," Megan said as she extended
her left leg towards me. "Come Baby Girl, hump, hump Mistress
Megan's leg," she smiled at me.
Well this was something new I thought. What the fuck. I moved
forward putting her lower leg between my thighs and resting my
cunt on her shin. Megan leaned forward reaching to my crotch.
With a quick slight of hand she removed my clit clamp, damn that
felt good to have the fucking thing off.
Megan leaned back on the couch and looked at me, waiting for me
to do something. I wrapped my arms around her thigh and looked up
at her.
"Very good Baby Girl," Megan smiled patting me on the head.
I wagged my tail "Arf!" I smiled back.
"Hump!"
I gulped then eagerly moved my waist up and down on Megan's lower
leg rubbing my slit on her shin. After sucking Zoe's cunt for so
long, I was saturated and my juices formed a lubricant against
her soft skin. For some reason this felt oddly erotic and sexy,
but also damn good.
Megan leaned forward and scratched me behind my ears. "Good girl,
yes you are, you can fuck Mistress Megan's leg anytime, Baby
Girl!" She talked in baby talk.
"Arf, arf!" I replied as I pressed against her leg and rubbed
harder, my tongue hanging out as I tried to smile at her.
"Hump!" Angie said and so did Karen, Stacey and Zoe. I didn't see
who was paired up with who because I was concentrating on Megan.
Her cunt was so close to my nose and smelled wonderful.
As I was breathing hard Megan looked down at me. "Come on Baby
Girl, cum for me, give me your cum."
"Fuck this is so fucking hot!" little Karen exclaimed. "Look at
this stupid bitch!"
"Yeah, that's it Cricket, hump Mistress Angie's leg," Stacey
hissed.
I wanted to look but dared not. I was humping Megan's leg for all
I was worth.
"That's it Peaches, fuck your mommy cunt on my leg," Angie
hissed.
Stacey laughed. "Yeah, that's right bitch, fuck that stupid mommy
cunt on my leg"
[SLAP] Megan slapped my left cheek. I looked at her with hurt in
my eyes. "Come on you stupid fucker, hump faster, cum for me!"
[SLAP] Again, on my right side and at the same time the scent of
her essence seemed to intensify around me. Fuck, I thought, it's
the same as Angie!
I pushed down on her leg with my cunt and rubbed harder. "Ohh,
ohh, ohhh!" I said.
[SLAP] "Doggie sounds, bitch!" she hissed.
So I whimpered as did the others. Five adult women whimpering and
humping on our daughter's legs.
I was breathing hard and whimpering, then I growled. "Grrr!"
gritting my teeth. I slowed my humping down and whimpered some
more. I was coming, I jerked my cunt up and down a few times,
"Grrr!" and then collapsed forwards against her leg.
[SLAP] "Fucking nasty bitch coming on my leg like that!"
"Arf!" I replied with an exhausted bark.
"Did that feel good Baby Girl?" Megan smiled as she scratched
behind my ears.
"Arf, Arf!" I replied as I leaned panting against her leg.
"No slacking off bitch, lick up your mess," Megan ordered and sat
back on the couch. As I was licking her leg clean of my juices
the others were coming also under the encouragements of their
mistresses.
Five minutes later the girls had our leashes attached, walking us
out the back door into the yard. "Relieve yourselves if you have
to bitches," Megan ordered.
The five of us looked at each other. It was strange, we could be
leashed together and walked, but none of us had seen the others
pee before. Well it shouldn't make any difference now so I
squatted down and spread my legs and let my pee flow.
"Good girl," Megan said as she patted me on the head.
Then we played sit, rollover and fetch the game bird. If it was
done to the satisfaction of the mistress we could lick her cunt
if not we got shocked with the cattle prod on our ass cheeks.
Zoe attached the five way leash to us and the mistresses took
turns walking us around the yard.
"Bark," she ordered. So we barked as we crawled around the yard.
It was strange but this was beginning to feel like a team
finally.
Finally the girls sat down on the reclining chairs that were on
the porch. Megan attached my leash and had me sit next to her
recliner. She patted my head and stroked my hair.
"We should swap our pets," she said out of the blue.
"Why's that?" Angie asked stroking Foofu's head.
"We need to get to know their bodies and minds a lot better,"
Megan replied as she rubbed my left ear with her right index
finger and thumb. "They need to know our moods so they can be
properly responsive to us."
"Yeah, that would be cool," Stacey stated. "We can put them
through individual learning practices."
"Exactly," Megan said, and smiled.
We were being talked about as if we weren't even there, but
somehow, that made sense now, I thought, because we are pets and
they are making the decisions for us.
"Do we swap them for a day or for the week?" Karen asked. "I
don't want to be too long without my bitch."
"For the day I should think," Megan replied. "We can always swap
them more often if needed."
"So we put them through the same thing we put our mothers through
at home?" Stacey asked.
"Yep," replied Megan. "Whatever you have your mother do, the
swapped bitch does the same thing, punishments and all."
At the end of practice we stood in a circle in the dining room
holding hands and slightly bent over at the waist. The mistresses
had their canes and as they walked around behind us swatting our
asses, we would say out loud, "We love our mistresses."
At dinner time Angie had me up on the kitchen table on my hands
and knees with my anus in front of her as she ate her dinner. She
had me get her lipstick and when I was up on the table she
outlined my sphincter muscle with the red lipstick.
After dinner she had me suck her strap-on for an hour while she
watched TV. I kissed and licked the length of the strap-on and
all the while, her little clit massager was turned on. I was just
glad that Bill didn't come home while I was sucking the dildo.
Later I knelt under her desk, licking her. She was sitting
forward on the chair as she did her homework, catching her breath
every now and then when my tongue swiped her clit or pushed deep
into her hole, and I felt so happy, knowing that I was doing
something right when she did that. My jaw was a sore from sucking
the strap-on earlier but this is a whole lot better than just
staring at her cunt.
Angie reached under her desk and stroked my head with her left
hand. "That's my Baby Girl, just like that," she whispered. She
rubbed the top of head and I felt a sense of pride, being between
my daughters legs, and knew that it was somewhere I belonged
"Very good Baby Girl," Angie said catching her breath again and I
wondered when she would come. Maybe that's why she had me work
her strap-on for so long, to build up my jaw muscles.
I fucked her gently with my tongue, and after all the uncertainty
and anxiety, I was content: now that it was all out in the open,
everything would be better.
Right?
**