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Disclaimer update December 18 2013


As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org.


Loliwood is closed down which is kind of a bummer because I liked
the site. But it looks like the owner of the site got tired of
maintaining it.


When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted
them to Stories on Line (SOL). So some of my older stuff is on
the site up to 2011 or 2012 I think, but I have not posted
stories there for a couple of years now. They changed their
minimum age requirements for characters to 18.


So let me grovel here a bit. If you're reading this story on
ASSTR please email me your thoughts about the story, good or bad,
doesn't matter. I love hearing from readers and I respond to
every email. I have some readers that I keep a constant
correspondence with.


Now to the disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I
write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while
writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on
the page.


Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.


Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
so or who would be offended if they did.  Most if not all of the
stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is
not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people.



I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls.


If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a
wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth"
as he puts it into the story line.  If there are any mistakes in
the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error
and not his.  Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me.


I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become
"email friends". I bounce story line ideas off of them and they
and they come back with wonderful ideas and scenes that take me
in different directions.


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to continue.


Story codes are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation,
consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry,
discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex, young love, also
asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff), erotic hanging, punishments
like spankings, whippings and canings, young girl domination with
strap-on sex, rape. Not all of these story codes are in every
story but a good majority of these codes are.


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Puppy Girl Competition 8



It was the evening before the Mid-Autumn Festival and here we
were at the Intercourse High School gym, listening to a speech
from Coach Wagner. This was our 'coming out', so to speak, our
presentation to the town of Intercourse before the great
competition tomorrow, and boy, were they interested! It had been
decided to hold the rally here because the gym could hold a lot
of people, and even so it was standing room only.



Of course, so many people knew about the competition that it was
bound to attract cranks: in front of the school, blocking the
entrance to the parking lots, were the anti-degradation
feminists, the ADF, protesting this evening's event. The past
several weeks they've been protesting around the valley telling
anybody who'd listen that women weren't puppies and should not be
trained to act and behave as puppies. I'd tried to ignore it, but
it made me so angry: I'd like to tell them that I'd volunteered
for this competition and there was no place I'd rather be than on
my hands and knees pleasing my daughter. I just hoped those
bitches wouldn't be allowed at the competition tomorrow - if they
were, I'd bark and try to bite them.



The girls had dropped us off in girl's locker rooms a couple of
minutes before and had gone to the cafeteria to relax, leaving us
in our dog cages with our muzzles attached around our heads in
the training room. We were just as nervous as the girls but that
didn't seem to matter to them. The five male dogs were free to
roam around the room but more often than not they came over to
sniff us, especially our rear-ends, their cocks hanging heavily
beneath their loins dripping gobbets of pre-cum on the tiled
floor. I don't know if it was something to do with the scent of
anticipation coming from our cunts, but they could tell that
something was up and were frustrated that they couldn't get at
us.



We were nervous and strangely excited about being presented in
front of all those people, and so were our mistresses, although
they didn't seem to show it in the same way. As I crouched in my
cage I thought how unthinkable all of this would have been two
months ago, and yet now, despite my nerves, I felt that I had
come to accept who I was and what I was doing, and I think the
other mothers had too, even poor Barb. Of course, that was partly
due to all the eight weeks training, but things had changed so
much for me in recent weeks: I had learned what it really meant
to obey, to accept my role as Mistress Angie's bitch, and it had
been her, my twelve year-old daughter, my mistress, my lover, the
owner of my anus, who had really taught me. At her feet I had
learned about love and obedience, that pleasure and pain are
often the same thing, and that being totally controlled could
allow me totally horny without responsibility and shame. More
than that: I discovered that humiliation and degradation, rather
than hurting me, turned me the fuck on!
Of course it wasn't as straightforward as that. There was still a
lot of the old Kathy Woods fizzing around in my head telling me
that what I was doing was wrong, that I should be ashamed, that I
should draw a line and set a better example as a wife and a
mother, but whenever Angie told me to lick her cunt, whenever she
slapped my tits with a steel ruler or whispered filth into my ear
as she raped my anus, I knew that she was my mistress and that I,
as her pet, was absolved from shame.



And over the last few weeks, I had done a lot that the old me
would have been very ashamed of.



**



I looked at Tommy and smiled to myself: he was never troubled by
the finer points of what was right or wrong: he just took what he
wanted and raped the hell out of it, and that is what he did to
me.



It was a couple of days after Mistress started fucking me and now
that our relationship had taken such a wonderful turn, she had
removed my clit clamp. I was naked as usual after she had left
for school, still savouring the earthy flavour of the morning
treat that she had left me in the bathroom. I was doing my chores
in the third bedroom when I heard the kitchen screen door slam
shut. It was unusual so I went downstairs and secured the door,
checking out the backyard: there didn't see anything out of
place.



I went back up stairs to the bedroom, musing. I had been making
the bed for little Helen who going to be staying over some nights
because her mother, Ida, was fucking Bill now. I should have felt
hurt, angry but I wasn't. After my training,  now that I had my
12 year old Mistress to fuck me, nothing else seemed to matter,
especially Bill and his flaccid little cock. Ida was welcome to
it, and anyway, little Helen would be spending time here now and
I longed for a taste of her small peach of a cunt.



I didn't hear him enter the room but I smelled him with my new
sense of smell. I turned around and there Tommy was, his tail
wagging back and forth and his cock hanging down between his
loins, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted and
drooled. The big goddamn Dane was staring at me, leering at me. I
tried to move away from him but he turned towards me and his tail
hit the door swinging it shut.



He blocked the door, growling at me and I was nervous and scared:
I knew what he was capable of having seen him around town. He
sniffed the air and growled again, advancing on me, his mottled
cock swinging as he moved, moisture building up on its tip. I
jumped up on the bed and tried to run around him and grab the
door handle but he tripped me as I stepped off the bed and I
tumbled to the floor, landing on my back.



In two strides Tommy was standing over me his cock swinging back
and forth. He sniffed down at my crotch and around my belly. He
looked at me and growled. Yes, I was ovulating but I wasn't
bleeding like I normally would for some reason. I suspected it
was what we were being fed, perhaps the dog treats that were our
reward for performing some trick or doing good during our
training.



Then I realized, Oh gawd I was in heat and Tommy knew it, looking
down at me like I was his bitch. He sniffed at my crotch again
then licked my cunt with a flick of his tongue and it was only
then that I realised I was wet. Fuck, I couldn't believe it!
Despite the fear in my head, my body was betraying me: I was
turned on and didn't realise it, but Tommy did. He lifted his
massive head and leaned over me. He tried to roll me over but in
some feeble effort to resist, I tried not to budge, tried not to
look down over my naked body at his thick, dripping cock which
swayed hypnotically. He brought his head up over my tits, opened
his massive jaws and grabbed my neck, not too hard, but hard
enough to get my attention. My heart was pounding as he growled
and as he tried to roll me over again, he bit down a little
harder to convince me he was serious. Shit! What would Angie and
the team say to bite marks around my neck? My team dog collar
wasn't wide enough to hide any bite marks. How would I explain
it? I put my hands on the floor and lifted myself just a little
and rolled over for him. He didn't let go of my neck adjusted his
grip as I turned until he was gripping my neck from behind.



Tommy growled and gently shook my neck and I could feel his cock
on my lower back. I knew what he wanted and when he shook my neck
gain, this time a little more insistently, I wondered how I would
explain the scratch and bite marks on me if I didn't comply with
the dog's demand. I pushed myself up from the floor, my heart
pounding, my stomach tingling and my cunt wet. I was about to be
raped by a fucking Great Dane that stood taller than me when I am
on my hands and knees.



Tommy still had a grip on my neck as he moved over me and I could
feel his rock hard cock on my ass cheeks now, along with a trail
of his slime. I settled onto my hands and knees between Tommy's
legs, preparing for his thrust as he towered over me, but he
shook my head again. I tried to figure out what he wanted and
felt his prick stab against my ass cheeks again. I used my right
hand to reach underneath me and tried to guide his cock in but
Tommy growled a vicious growl and I pulled my hand back.



His cock was rubbing up and down my ass crack and between my
thighs sliding against the outside of my cunt and I suddenly
realized that I was as closer to the ground than a female dog, I
would have to raise my ass a little and spread my legs for him to
gain access. I hesitated, but only for a moment as Tommy growled
again and shook my head and this time poked his cock against the
ring my asshole. I panicked: I didn't want my asshole violated by
this fucking dog - my asshole belongs only to Mistress Angie!
Quickly, I raised my ass up to get it out of the way and in doing
so, made it easier for his now dripping prick to poke my cunt.
Once he felt the moist opening he pushed and growled. I grunted
and made a half-hearted effort to move my ass away from his
thrusting cock but he was strong and determined and pushed it
right into my slickness. Fuck, I was impaled on his cock!



`Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I said out loud.



Tommy let go of my neck and moaned a series of low growls as he
moved his hips and hind legs forwards, pushing deep into me.



I squealed with unexpected delight as I felt my cunt fill up with
doggie cock for the first time ever. Tommy pushed in as far as he
could and then held the full penetration of my cunt for a moment,
almost as if, like me, he was thrilling at the pleasure of having
his stiff prick buried in my tight fuckhole.



I felt fuller than I had ever been, thrilling to the sensation of
being stretched and stuffed to the brim with dog meat, and
amazed, suddenly, at the person I had become. A few months ago I
was just straight-as-a-dye Kathy Woods, a respectable married
woman, devoted to my husband and daughter: now I was Baby Girl,
my daughter's bitch, a slut, a cunt, and I was being used by
Tommy like a bitch he found on the street.



With his massive prick inside my cunt, I whimpered and gasped and
had tears forming in my eyes. His swollen cockhead was lodged
deep inside my belly while his long stalk was levering at my cunt
like a crowbar. I briefly looked under me to see what it looked
like and I could swear that I could make out the outline of his
cock against my belly. How could I let this happen so quickly?
Fuck, I was conflicted with emotions, but it felt so good and my
cunt was winning.



I twisted my ass and hips, winding my cunt around on his buried
prick. I was trying to dislodge it but I only succeeded in
jerking back, fucking myself on an inch or two of his meat,
sending waves of pleasure through me. Tommy took that to mean
something as he growled then howled and began to fuck me
furiously, his hind legs dancing behind me. I could feel he was
about to cum and let me tell you, when I felt him squirt into to
my womb, his doggie sperm was a lot warmer than human sperm, and
much more copious, especially when compared to the dribble that
Bill managed to pump into me. When his cock stopped spasming, he
pulled out until only the head was lodged at the entrance of my
cunt, paused for a second, then fucked in balls-deep again.



"AAHHHH!!!" I screamed as his scumbags swung in and out hitting
the top of my thighs, and his hind legs scrambled on the carpet.
I felt a mix of cum and cunt juice squirt out of me as his piston
of flesh pumped inwards, and the force of his body threatened to
push me forward onto my face. I did the only the thing I could
do, I met his strokes in counterpoint, jamming my ass back as
Tommy pushed his cock in and twisting it from side to side as he
withdrew. My cunt rippled and clamped onto him, moulding my
fuckhole around the contours of his massive prick.



"FFFuuuccckkk!" I moaned as my pussy muscles began to work,
sucking on his cock as if I had a secret mouth deep inside my
womb. I jerked and jolted under the brute as he fucked into me.
Tommy howled and took hold of my neck as he gently shook my head
back and forth growling to let me know who was in charge. I could
feel my cunt juice spray from my pussy slot as his fat cock
stuffed me.



My moans matched his thrusts as he pounded me from behind and he
seemed to match me, letting go of my neck briefly as he howled
again. I could feel his slobber drip onto my back then the top of
my head, and then he grabbed my neck again growling with each
push of his cock. His balls slapped in, splattering my pussy
cream from my crotch and his huge prick filled me, dragging my
cunt almost inside out as he pulled back, then stuffing my cunt
lips obscenely up inside me as he fucked his meat to the root
again.



I felt as if I was being fucking speared on his long cock as he
pounded into me. I had never been fucked so deep before, not even
with Bill's ten inch cock, and although Angie's strap-on came
close to this feeling of being speared, I would have to teach her
how to go deep in me with it. Even then, she wouldn't be able to
thrust so powerfully: I half expected to feel his cockhead come
sliding into my mouth from within, passing all the way through my
body, spiking me like a pig roasting on a spit. It was all I
could do to pump my ass back as I gorged my cunt on Tommy's cock,
wanting all and taking all. I howled like Tommy and gurgled and
gasped, abandoning myself to my lust and desire, just as I did
with Angie a couple of days ago.



Then Tommy shifted, fucking down on me, causing the full length
of his cock to rub across my clit as it slid through my pussy
slot and plunged into the depths of my womb. He let go of my neck
again, howled and lifted his front legs off the ground wrapping
them around my waist so that I was now carrying the full weight
of my rapist on my back. My arms started to buckle under his
weight. His dog slobber dripped from his mouth onto my head. Then
he leaned forward his head next to my head we were cheek to
cheek, Tommy panting and me a study in concentration.


I started thinking, "You can do this Kathy. You can show this
rapist that you're just as strong as he is. Don't show weakness
in front of him like the other bitches you've seen him fuck. Just
show him what fucking really means!"



My ass churned under his weight and my hips shot out from side to
side as I met him with equal energy, fucking myself to jelly on
his cock. I felt him dip down a little and plunge his cock into
my cunt at a downward angle, causing a long, rippling, under
slung stroke that tilted my ass up into the air and forced me
towards the floor.



Above me, Tommy was going wild with joy as he squeezed his fore
legs tighter around my waist, his slobber dripping on my head and
shoulders, my tits swinging wildly beneath me. I could feel his
tail waving violently back and forth as his hind legs danced
behind me. I know that Tommy had plenty of bitches in his time,
but I suddenly thought with a flash of shameful pride that no
bitch had ever had a cunt that sucked and dragged on his meat the
way I was doing.



My cunt hole filled with thick juice, and his massive prick
slammed in through the slippery folds, throbbing and thundering,
heaving and hammering until his backbone twisted and contorted as
he shot his prick up my womb. The Dane was fucking me with
lightning strokes, his haunches a dark blur, his prick like a
black ramrod. Each time he pulled back, the red meat of his naked
cock came out of my cunt for a split second and then he speared
in to me again, going in to the balls, rattling my womb with his
savage thrusts as he pumped a continuous flood of doggie cum into
my very depths. My thighs tensed, rippling as I pushed back
against his prick and the cheeks of my ass spread open as he
pounded me. His doggy slobber ran down from the top of my head
past my left ear across my cheek to the corner of my mouth. I was
concentrating so hard on holding him up that I didn't feel his
slobber slip over my parted lips and into my mouth.



"Fuck, fuck, fuck, let me hold this damn dog up," I panted, sweat
running down from my forehead as Tommy grunted with each push of
his cock.



For a moment, I felt his rhythm begin to slow and wondered with a
shameful sense of disappointment if he had had enough of me, but
he was only preparing himself for his next assault. His cock
pistoned in and out of my flooded fuck hole with renewed vigour,
filling me with his meat, stuffing my pussy to the depths,
spreading my clinging womb out on his expanding stalk, and all
the time his cum seemed to flow, as if he was pissing into me.



I began to melt, my cunt hole creaming on his cock. A spasm shook
me, then another. Waves of joy shot through my belly and raced
down my thighs to my feet. I cried out as my cunt started to
spasm, "Ffffuuucckk, mmeeee!" The thrill ebbed for an instant
then I began to rise right back towards a second coming, and as
if Tommy sensed this, he gently grabbed my neck and shook my head
side to side, unwrapping his forelegs from my waist and standing
up, relieving me of having to carry his weight.



He fucked resolutely on, his savage thrusts driving me forward,
bucking into me and shoving me towards the wall. I slammed back,
his doggie cock and my cunt jamming together, cunt juice and dog
spunk squirting out. He shovelled the meat to me from below and
my ass heaved up with each thrust. My lust-crazed face sank down
to the floor when he eventually released my neck, howling and
barking, and my whole body trembled as that massive brute
continued to fuck into me, stuffing my cunt full. I grunted as a
violent thrust shook me to the core. God damn, he was fucking
into me so hard that it seemed that his long cock must be shoving
my vital organs out of the way as he speared so far up into my
womb, as if my hipbones might jump out of their sockets as that
thick stalk spread me out in its passage.



"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" I wailed, saying the word each time Tommy
fucked into me, totally abandoned to bestial lust. My cunt was
creaming again and again, my clit going off in one climax after
the other until I was aware only of that massive cunt- stuffing
dog cock who was pushing me through wave after wave of creamy
joy.



Suddenly I knew Tommy was near the crest: his loins fucked in and
I felt him swell and throb and expand and at once I ground my ass
and hips back to meet him, to engulf him, to take every sweet
inch of his cock in my melting cunt.



"Pour it into me, you bastard rapist!" I wailed, as I felt the
dog's prick flare inside me. My body was jerking spasmodically. I
coiled and uncoiled under the fucking Dane like a spring,
undulated like a serpent, jacked my body out, then pumped in. My
tits were swaying under me just the way they did when Angie
fucked me the other day, hanging like ripe fruit ready to be
plucked. My ass heaved, my thighs rippled, Streams of cunt juice
poured down the insides of my legs.



"Fill me with hot fucking doggie cum!"



As if goaded on by my words, Tommy snarled and grabbed my neck
again, using his front legs to haul me toward him by my hips and
pulling my pussy more tightly onto his driving cock. He fucked
in, his balls jamming into my crotch and every inch of his fuck
meat vanished up my soaking cunt tunnel. Suddenly, I felt the
volume of his jism increase: he seemed to have spurting spunk
into me since he started fucking, but now his jism shot into my
womb with such tremendous force that he almost blew me right off
the end of his prick. I gasped as I felt stream into me - Gawd,
his jizm was so warm!



My cunt creamed again as I came with Tommy but he fucked on,
squirting his slime into me time and again. His cum was hot, much
more than hotter Bill's, and as he flooded my womb, my pussy
seemed to melt around that stream of dog jizm. He shot out
another dose as his cock stuffed my cunt to the brim and a blend
of cum and cunt juice gushed out, soaking his balls and lathering
my crotch. I shoved my ass back to meet him again and gurgled
with bliss as more doggy cock jizm gushed into me: I had never
been fucked like this before; never so thoroughly; never so
orgasmically.



Tommy began to slow down slightly as his balls drained to the
dregs and his angry red cockhead slipped out of my cunt, nudging
my clit. I grasped his prick and shoved the hot meat back up my
cunt, wanting more cock and more cum, wanting this ecstasy to
last for hours, and he yelped and growled. He nipped my neck as
it seemed he didn't want anything touching his cock but I ignored
him and put his cock back in and hosed my fuck hole with a final
spurt. My clit went off and more pussy juice seeped out as I came
again.



Then Tommy stopped moving and stood over me. I could feel his dog
slobber dripping on my back and neck as he clung to my ass. I had
this mental picture of Tommy mounted to my ass like a trophy on a
wall. He was panting and whining, and I could feel the base of
his cock knotting. I shifted under him, pushing and pulling my
slippery cunt on a few inches of his shaft, giving myself a few
last strokes to make sure that I had emptied every sweet drop out
of the Dane's balls and had worked off every last wave of my own
joy. Then I, too, stopped moving. We were rigid, locked together
with Tommy standing over me panting and me on my hands knees
perfectly positioned between his four legs.



Tommy's prick felt even bigger than ever now, spreading my cunt
out around the huge contours of his swelling knot. For a moment,
I wondered if we might have to wait there, coupled helplessly,
until Mistress or little Helen came to throw a bucket of cold
water over us. I gave a tentative jerk but Tommy growled at me
and nipped my neck and I thanked God I was wearing my dog collar.
Then he moved to his left lifting his front leg over my back then
swinging around and moving his hind leg over my back. Now we were
ass to ass and the strange thing was I could feel his cock
pumping his seed into me like a steady stream: I was his bitch
and he was doing everything to impregnate me. As I was in heat,
having my period, I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I was raped by
the god damn Dane because of my being in heat and I enjoyed it.
Fuck, Tommy was a rapist but it was my fault that he came after
me and I let him. Raped by a dog and I enjoyed it, how shameful
and delightful is that?



Tommy was panting and making low growling sounds as I felt his
cock spew his doggie seed deep into my womb. As I stayed steady
on my hands and knees I reasoned that Tommy raped me because he
was doing what instinct taught him and that was to impregnate his
bitch, me. It wasn't his fault; he was only doing what nature
taught him: it was my fault because I didn't pay attention that I
was in heat and he was in the neighborhood. These feelings I had
were the same when Angie punishes me or gets upset me, it's not
her fault that she abuses me, it's my behavior. It was simply
that I needed to remember my training and everything that it had
prepared me for: Angie and Tommy were only doing what they felt
was right, and it was my role to obey, like a good puppy-dog. For
the next ten minutes Tommy's cock remained stuck up my cunt, not
yielding an inch and pumping me full of his seed but eventually I
felt my cunt begin to slowly slide off his cock. As I looked over
my shoulder at him, he looked down at me and it seemed like he a
smile on his face. Well so did I:  I had just had the best fuck
of my life and I wondered if he felt the same way!



Feeling his knot shrinking, I gave myself the pleasure of a few
more strokes, pushing my pussy up and down on his cock for a few
moments, and then, with a contented sigh, I drew my cum-filled
cunt off his prick. When he felt his drained cock slide free, he
stepped forward, his cock swaying up and down, the naked, slick,
slippery prick-knob bobbing like the weight on a pendulum,
glistening in the light. My cunt, vacated, was flowing as if a
dam had burst: a frothy mixture of my pussy cream and doggy spunk
came gushing out of me, soaking my crotch, trickling down my
thighs.



I looked up at him and then back down at his gently swinging
cock. A glistening mixture of cum and cunt juice ran thickly down
the mottled shaft and fell from the red tip in long slow
elongated drips. As I stared at it, swaying back and forth, it
seemed so hypnotic, drawing my face towards it, making my mouth
water with sudden lust. Above me, the Dane looked down at me and
whined like a he needed something done.



The head of his cock continued to sway in front of me, slathered
with my fuck cream and it occurred to me that it might be a good
idea to clean him up before he went back outside. I mean since it
was my fault that he raped me and it was my cunt juice on his
cock, then it was only fair that I do something about it. And I
smiled, knowing the best way to clean that soiled cock too
because, soaking with his cum and my cunt juice, the red meat
looked absolutely delicious.



I crawled closer and put my face under his loins and he
whimpered, quivering, as if he somehow understood my intention.
His cock was starting to retract and his balls had collapsed, as
if they'd had a blowout, but he was still interested in my
movement towards his cock. I thought about touching it but knew
that he didn't like that so I lifted his softening prick with my
mouth and began to carefully lap all my slime from his rubbery
knob. As slid my lips over the crown and sucked, I was surprised
that it was even more savoury after it had been soaking in my
creamy cunt hole and my taste buds tingled as they registered the
delectable flavors of his cum and my cum.



This wasn't bad at all I mused. The musky cock meat, spread with
a tangy sauce of cum and cunt, was a delight and my cunt began to
throb again, despite the workout that the dog had already given
it. I slid my mouth lower, sucking some of the gravy from the
base of his stalk and slurping any other cream I could find, and
then sat back on my heels. Tommy looked at me, smiling I think,
and he barked as he stepped towards the door but his large body
knocked me over on my back. He didn't miss a beat as he stepped
on, his paw of his left hind leg stepped on my tit.



"Ouch! Fuck Tommy that hurt," I said.



He just barked, wagged his tail and looked at the door, waiting
for me to open it. "Fucking males!" I thought: he didn't care, he
got what he came for. I snuck him past the cameras and out the
backdoor and sat down on the porch feeling totally confused: I
was ashamed of what I did and yet it was wonderful and I enjoyed
it so much. How could I? I went back upstairs to rinse my hair of
his doggie slobber. As I rinsed my hair I was thankful that the
mistresses had taken our clit clamps off the other day, but I
decided it would be best not to tell Angie what had happened: I
wasn't sure what her reaction would be.



The next day on our way home from practice there was Tommy in the
church yard fucking a bitch. The female was yelping and cowering
under Tommy's onslaught and his hind legs were dancing as his
forelegs gripped the bitch under him. Fuck, was that familiar or
what?



"Wow, look at Tommy go!" Angie giggled. "He's tearing that bitch
up."



"He's just doing what nature taught him," I replied in an even
voice. Angie looked at me kind of funny.



"That's a change," she said looking at me.



Deep down inside I was just a little bit jealous of the bitch. I
mean he is mine isn't he? Now come on, by that I mean he is my
partner in the competition, okay, okay, my master in the
competition but he's still mine so I have a right to be jealous.
I wanted to tell Angie, but I was too ashamed and humiliated so I
kept Tommy's rape to myself.



A couple of days later Tommy was back. He was at the back door
looking in and when he saw me he got agitated and started to bang
on the door with his head. I thought the door might break, which
would have meant me having to tell Angie and Bill what had
happened and explain why Tommy wanted to come into the house so I
smiled and opened the door to let him in.



He immediately sniffed at my crotch. I pushed his head away but
he stuck right back.



"Bad doggie!" I said in a low voice, smiling while I rubbed the
top of his head. Part of me wanted to stop him, to push him back
out of the house, but instead I headed upstairs to the bedroom:
fuck, I had to do something before he got too agitated. I snuck
him past the cameras which wasn't that hard because I knew where
all the cameras were now. He followed me upstairs to the third
bedroom but I stood outside the door and waited for him to go in.
He stood looking at me, then growled and barred his teeth, and I
could see his livid cock hanging between his hind legs.



"Okay, okay, Tommy" I smiled as I stepped around him. My cunt was
seriously moist now.



I stepped inside the room then turned and looked at him. He
walked in then came towards me sniffing the air. Yes I was still
in heat. He flicked his head which caused the door to shut and
advanced on me, growling. I shrunk down on my knees.



"Okay, Tommy, just once more, but that's it," I said. "I am very
busy today."



Tommy just growled, I don't think he cared: it looked like a grin
on his face. He leaned over and took my neck in his jaws, using
them to pull me away from the wall, and move me into position. My
cunt was still hurting from the other day but that didn't matter
to him, and if I am honest, at that moment it didn't matter to me
either.



Several times now Tommy has come over to the house and banged
against the backdoor. I like to think it's because I'm his bitch
and I'm the best fuck on the block, and not simply the doggy
treats I drop accidently on the back porch. When I hear the door
rattle, I smile and my stomach does a little flutter.



**



And then there was Helen, Ida's seven year-old daughter. I should
have known that I would not have avoided her in my new role when
she and her mom were over at the house, and to be honest, I
didn't want too: I had lusted for a long time for her sweet
little cunt.



It was on a Friday evening the week after Angie and I started
fucking. Helen and Ida had come over a couple times during week
but Helen had never really seen me with Angie. Angie was sitting
on the edge of her chair at her desk and I was on my hand and
knees under it, licking her pre-teen cunt. I had her squirming on
the edge of the chair when I heard the door open and I
instinctively looked towards it. I caught a glimpse of Helen
holding the door knob looking in and at the same time, I felt
Angie twist slightly in the chair to look over her shoulder. I
pulled my head back to say something but Angie put her left hand
behind my head and gently pushed my face back into her dripping
cunt.



"Shhh!" she admonished me.



I whined a little bit but continued my licking, nervous about
what was going to happen.



"Hi Helen, what's wrong?" Angie asked.



"Oh, nothing, I was just bored and wondering what you and Baby
Girl were up to." The sound of her voice, so young, so seemingly
innocent, made my clit pulse.



"Where's your mom?"



"Oh, she and your daddy are fucking in his room."



My clit jumped again.



"Come on over and take a look."



My heart was beating fast as heard the youngster walk across the
room.



"Wow," Helen exclaimed. "What is she doing?"



I could hear the smile in Angie's voice. "She is making me
happy."



The little girl thought for a few moments and then asked, "What
do you do to make her happy?"



"Hmm," Angie replied as she ran her fingers through my page boy
haircut. "She likes to be punished."



`Not true!" I screamed in my mind but I kept licking her.



"Oh, cool," the girl replied.



"Do you want to see her?" Angie asked.



"Oh, yes please."



Angie backed her chair out and I tentatively crawled out from
under the desk. I had my puppy uniform on, even my tail. I
averted my eyes from the child, aware that the lower half of my
face was covered in my daughter's cunt juice.



Helen seemed to look me up and down and then giggled. "Wow,
cool!"



"She's my puppy aren't you Baby Girl?" Mistress asked.



"ARF!"



Helen giggled again.



"Sit!"



I sat back on my heels in the proper position.



"Go ahead and touch her. She won't bite!" Mistress urged little
Helen.



The angel looked at me with hesitation then looked at Angie
again.



"It's okay, Helen, touch her anywhere you want."



Helen reached out and grabbed both my nipples and rolled them
between her fingers. "I always wanted to do this," she said
huskily. I tried to hold my position as an obedient pet, but the
pain and pleasure of the little fingers went straight to my
already wet cunt and I could smell my scent surround me.



Angie smiled. "Well, you can do that anytime you want."



Then Helen slapped both my tits and giggled as my tits bounced
back forth. I kept looking straight ahead.



"You can play with her if you want."



"Okay."



"Play Baby Girl," mistress ordered and I noticed the little
girl's eyes get big when Angie said that.



I turned and playfully sniffed at her and she giggled and started
to run around the room. I chased after her and although I could
have easily tripped her, I followed her sniffing at her wake
instead so that I could take in her delicious smell. Eventually,
I reached my left hand out and gently tripped her, and she fell
to her knees in front of me, her bottom pushed up in the air as
she slumped forwards. Her little skirt was pulled up and I found
myself looking directly at her ass: to my delight, it was naked,
she wasn't wearing any panties. I leaned down and sniffed her,
taking in the fragrance of sweat and piss and little girl cunt,
and even a hint of shit, then I licked her ass cheeks and ran my
tongue up along her crack tasting the flavour of her tiny
puckered rosebud. I pressed my tongue against the hole for a
moment and then swept down to her tangy little labia. She froze
and gasped, and looked over her shoulders at me.



"That feels good, Baby Girl," she said with a wide eyed look. I
looked over at Angie instinctively and saw her glaring at me.



"Baby Girl, you nasty bitch!" Mistress said as she came over and
yanked on my collar. I whined and cringed down, looking at her,
wondering what I had done wrong. She clipped my leash on me and
handed the end to Helen. "Walk her around the room," she said, I
could hear anger in her voice.



For the next ten minutes Helen ordered me to sit, stay, heel, and
fetch when she tossed her shoe to the corner. Eventually, Ida
called her to bed in the third bedroom and she sighed in
disappointment, turning around and doing a little wave to me as
she left the room.



A half-hour later I was standing in the middle of the room
holding Mistress's strap-on over my head as she caned my ass
cheeks. She was on the stroke of ten and my arms were getting
tired, my ass cheeks were on fire and I had tears in my eyes from
the sting of Miss Riding Crop: out of the punishment implements
on the night stand why did I pick Miss Riding Crop?



In between strokes, Mistress scolded me because I had shown
affection to Helen by sniffing and licking her ass. I knew she
was upset and it made me feel very loving towards her to think
she might be jealous, but it seemed unfair that she was taking it
out on me.



"Baby Girl meant nothing by it, Mistress," I said as she struck
my left cheek with the Miss Riding Crop. "Eleven Mistress."



"You belong to me, mother," Angie replied as she walked around
me.



"Yes, mistress, but I am an adult woman who can multi-task at
pleasing multiple people."



SMACK, "Twelve, mistress."



Angie ran her hand around my ass cheek. I decided to try
something else.



"Baby Girl thinks Mistress Angie is jealous." Christ now I sound
like a high school kid.



SMACK, "Thirteen mistress"



Angie came around the front of me, reached out and slapped my
face with her right hand. The blow stung so much that it brought
tears to the corner of my eyes. Angie looked at me intently, then
swung the riding crop several times, making it swish through the
air.



"Fuck, mother, fuck!" was all she said. She turned away then
turned and looked at me again. My arms were getting tired holding
up her strap-on, but I looked up and met her gaze.



Angie nodded. "Yes, mom, I am jealous. Gawd damn it, you belong
to me. You're my pet, my plaything. I own you: fuck the team owns
you!" she said in frustration.



I responded quickly without thinking. "Baby Girl knows you own
her and that she is your pet and plaything but when Baby Girl
doesn't have the attention of Mistress's sexual desires she wants
to avail herself of other possible outlets for her needs."



There was a pause before she spoke. "You know I can just put the
clit clamp back on you so that I control your needs?"



"Baby Girl understands and she knows that mistress will do what
she thinks best for Baby Girl."



Angie paused again and when she looked back at me, her eyes had
softened. She nodded her head. "This training has changed us both
hasn't it mother?"



"Yes, Mistress."



"Kiss Miss Riding Crop and put her back on the night stand."



I quickly did what she asked and stood in front of my daughter.
"Secure my strap-on around my waist, then get it nice and wet
with your mouth," she said with her hands on her hips.



As I knelt in front of my daughter with my head bobbing back and
forth on the strap-on Angie said, "You have my permission mother
to explore your other desires. That should not interfere with
your training unless it is a part of your training and you answer
to me and nobody else, understood?"



"Hmmm, yes!" I mouthed on the dildo. My heart jumped a couple of
beats and I got a tingly sensation in my stomach.



Shortly after that I was on my stomach on the bed with a ball gag
in my mouth as mistress had her strap-on seated firmly in my
anus. She had begun by fucking me hard and deep, almost savagely,
as if she wanted to show me just how much she owned me. My ring
had burned agonisingly as it stretched to accommodate her
thrusts, but the pain made my cunt wet, knowing that I was
feeling my daughter's love. Now, she was slowly pumping my ass,
cooing and moaning in my ear as the clit massager on the strap-on
worked her twelve year-old clit, while her hands held my wrists
in front of me. She came softly and slid out of me, collapsing
back onto the bed and then lay smiling up at me. I was hoping
that she would fuck me now, but she had one punishment left to
assert her ownership.



"Clean my strap-on," she commanded.



I gasped and looked down at the phallus bobbing obscenely from
her crotch: even in the dim light I could see that it was coated
with a discoloured sheen. I looked back up at her.



"Does Mistress mean..?" I stammered.



"You know very well what I mean, mother!" she snapped, and then
her voice softened. "I need you to do this for me, Baby Girl. Now
I have given you the freedom to explore your own needs, I need to
know that you won't get carried away but will still obey me
without question." She giggled. "Besides, you like the little
chocolate presents I leave you in the bathroom - this can't be
that different."



And she was right. As I took the strap-on into my mouth and
cleaned it, my ass slime tasted bitter, earthy, but not that much
different from Angie's presents, and the very perversion of what
I was doing made my cunt gush.



She leaned forward and I felt her fingers running gently around
the ring of my still gaping asshole. "I love my anus," she said.
"Just remember when you are playing your dirty games, that it is
mine and only mine."



"Baby Girl will remember, Mistress," I said.



**



And then, perhaps worst of all, there was Ida.


As I lay in bed while Mistress slept beside me, I realised that
Angie was getting quite mature for her age and felt a sudden
surge of pride. Of course this competition had something to do
with it but she also showed a wisdom not expected from a twelve
year-old: despite her jealousy, she was willing to see things my
way, and what is more, she realised that she couldn't let my
new-found freedom interfere with my training.



And so far I felt that I had everything under control. Being
raped by Tommy or even debasing myself in front of little Helen
could really be considered part of my training. But you know what
really bothered me? What caused me most psychological turmoil: it
was my behavior in front of Ida.



When I first found out that she was fucking Bill, I could
cheerfully have killed her: not only was my pride hurt, but I
felt humiliated, by Bill's betrayal, and Ida's smug delight at
parading new mistress-status in front of me. But now I had Angie,
and my training had kicked in, and I found that my reaction to
Ida's humiliation excited me and turned me on so much that I was
impatient for her visits and craved her demeaning treatment. I
just couldn't help myself. It was like a drug addict, I needed
the fix, but just like an addict, I felt miserable when I came
down off my high.



I suppose I first realised it after Angie had ordered me back to
being naked in the house. Two days later Ida and Helen came in
the front door: Ida had picked her daughter up from school and
was stopping by the house. Both mother and daughter were
surprised when I answered the door because I was nude. Ida stood
there in the hallway with Helen standing next to her, both of
them staring at me and me averting my eyes.



"Well?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips.



"Well what?" I replied, my heart beating.



"Miss Ida," Ida said.



"Well what, Miss Ida?" I repeated. My cunt suddenly got really
moist.



"My thong is dirty, remove it and wash it," she ordered. Beside
her, Helen giggled.



I could have told her to fuck herself or even walk away from her
but I didn't because the humiliation excited me so much. I looked
at her and she raised her eyebrow and my heart skipped a beat. I
needed that fix I told myself. I nodded my head and knelt down in
front of her.



"Don't wrinkle my skirt," was all she said looking down at me.



"Yes Miss Ida," I replied. I carefully put my head under her
skirt which came to mid-thigh on her. Then I brought my hands up
to her waist, gently put my right cheek on the inside of her left
thigh and carefully pulled down her thong. I could smell the
ambrosia of sperm from her warm, moist cunt and I wondered if it
was Bill's: something perverted inside me hoped it was.



I got her thong half-way down her thighs when I felt her hand
through the fabric of the skirt on the back of my head. She
gently pushed my head towards her cunt. I knew what she wanted.
Her breathing was heavy. My heart was racing and if I rubbed my
thighs together there would have been a squishy sound. I gave her
clit a kiss.



"See that wasn't so hard was it, Baby Girl," she said huskily.
"Do you recognise the taste?"



Under her skirt, I moaned.



"It's Bill." Her voice was like treacle. "I met him at lunchtime
and he filled me up - you know how much cum he pumps into you." I
thought for a moment about Tommy, but pushed the thought to the
back of my mind. "Stick your tongue in there, Baby Girl, get a
good taste of your husband's fuck juice."



She squatted slightly and I moved against her, pushing my tongue
into her cunt, and felt thick juices flow over it and into my
mouth. The flavour seemed to explode against my taste buds and I
moaned again as I swished it around my mouth and then swallowed
it.



"There's a good girl," Ida continued. "I'll tell Bill and perhaps
we'll make you another cum cocktail tonight. Perhaps if Angie
doesn't need you, we'll let you watch," she added mockingly. "Now
see to my thong."



She removed her hand from the back of my head but I voluntarily
kissed her clit again, then quickly pulled down her thong to her
ankles. I removed my head from under her skirt but didn't look up
at her: I knew that my face was burning red, and my mouth coated
with her slime. I waited for her to raise her foot so I could
remove the thong and out of the corner of my eye saw Helen
staring at me, her little hand out of sight under her skirt. Fuck
I was ashamed of what I just did, but I needed it. I felt so,
what's the word, complete? All my training - to obey, to submit
completely - brought rewards that I had never dreamed of.



"Look at me Baby Girl," Ida ordered.



I lifted my eyes to her but my left hand remained on the thong.



"You see Helen, Baby Girl, knows her place, you just have to show
her," Ida smirked, then lifted her foot so I could remove the
thong. Yes the training I had been through worked me up to this
point.



Helen squatted in front of me then reached out with both hands
grabbing my nipples and tweaking them making me wince. I looked
down at her, her legs spread wide with child-like abandon, and
gulped: her panties were pressed tightly against her plump little
sex, the material dampened in the middle where she seemed to have
been touching herself.



"Whoa, where'd you learn that?" Ida asked her daughter.



"Miss Angie showed me," Helen smiled at her mom. "She said I
could do this anytime I wanted." She twisted my nipples again and
then stood up. "Take my panties off too, Baby Girl," the seven
year-old said with a serious tone of voice.



"Yes Miss Helen," I replied with a red face. Oh gawd, please pull
my nipples again little girl, I screamed in my mind.



I reached under her dress and slid my fingers under the band of
her panties. Her skin was smooth and warm and I let my fingers
rub against it as I gently pulled them down. Copying her mother,
she didn't raise her foot, but put her hand behind my head and
pushed me forward towards her crotch.



"That's it sweetie," Ida said with a heavy, aroused voice. "Show
Baby Girl what you want."



It is so hard to describe how much my new, enhanced sense of
smell can reveal, but now every new scent tends to paint a
picture. At this moment, I was surrounded by the smell of cunt:
my own -  mature, rich, urgent; Ida's - soiled and perverted; and
mostly and so deliciously to my nose, Helen's - fresh, pure, rich
in pre-teen curiosity.



I didn't hesitate to kiss her little slit, her smooth-as-silk
cunt, and even when she took her hand off my head, carried on
kissing it, rubbing my tongue over the tiny swelling of her clit
and pushing between her wet, fragrant lips.



"This feels good mommy," the seven year-old hissed. I didn't look
up at Helen but continued to pleasure her little cunt with my
mouth.



"I know honey. Maybe we can get Baby Girl to do this all the
time." There was an obvious excitement in her voice, and I
wondered if she was fingering herself as she watched us, but I
didn't bother to look. Helen was squatting now, opening her cunt
to my tongue and pushing herself harder against my lips, and I
could hear her panting softly.



Ida spoke again and it took a moment for me to take in what she
said. "Come with me Baby Girl to my new bedroom so that we can...
talk things over."



I felt a sudden anger that she was interrupting so selfishly and
thought of how I would protest, but Helen beat me to it.



"Oh Mom," she panted, half in anguish, half because of my
thrusting tongue, "don't make Baby Girl stop now! It feels so
good in my cunny. Please don't make her stop!"



There was a pause. "Okay, sweetie," Ida said at last, "you have a
nice cum and I'll talk to Baby Girl afterwards."



I worked the little body harder after that, raking my tongue
across the tiny clit and fucking the sweet little cunt with my
tongue until her body began to tremble and her small hands pulled
viciously on my head, pulling me tighter against her as she came.
I opened my mouth wide and felt her spend flow over my tongue,
sharp and creamy and fresh, knowing that as it did so, my own
flooding cunt betrayed me to the watching eyes of Ida.



Eventually I felt Helen relax and her grip on my head soften, and
she stood up straight, stepping out of her forgotten thong,
before sinking down into a chair, sitting carelessly, her legs
spread wide apart.



"Do you like licking little girls' cunts?" Ida said, her voice
taunting me.



I swallowed. "Yes, Miss Ida," I whispered, looking down at the
ground. The delicious taste of Helen's fresh cunt cream still
filled my mouth.



"I want to talk to you upstairs," she commanded, "in my room."



"Yes, Miss Ida," I replied as I stood up, still averting my eyes.
The emphasis she put on the word "my" hurt me but I knew that
that was one of her many ways of dominating me. Although whatever
she had planned for me upstairs wasn't going to be good, I was
beginning to crave the humiliation.



She looked down at her daughter still splayed out on the chair
and said, "Helen, sweetie, you watch TV for a little while Baby
Girl and I talk things over," before staring towards the stairs.



"Okay, mommy," Helen replied and then she looked at me. "Can we
do this again later Baby Girl?"



I turned and smiled at her and she smiled at me, and then I
followed her mother upstairs.



In the bedroom Ida was already laid out on the bed, moreover, on
what used to be my side of the bed. She lay with her right leg
straight out and her left leg bent which exposed her cunt and
anus and she was idly running a finger up and down her glistening
slit.



"Lick me Baby Girl, I need tension relief," she said, tapping the
bed beside her.



I nodded my head and lay on the bed. I nestled my head on her
right thigh as I moved my mouth closer to her cunt and anus, and
I started to kiss, lick and slobber on her cunt.



"Hmmm, Baby Girl, that's nice," Ida cooed. "I never realised when
I knew you before what a filthy bitch you are. I watched you
fucking my daughter, your slime running down your thighs, and now
it feels like you can't get enough of my cunt." She gave a smug
laugh."This is the way it's going to be. If you're not training
and Angie doesn't have plans for you, I want you here between my
legs worshipping my cunt and ass."



"Yes, Miss Ida," I hummed as I sucked her clit.



"I'm sure Bill would love to have his cock sucked again as well.
I will have to have a word with Angie about that. That's
something I don't like to do but I'm sure your mouth could take
its rightful place on his cock?"



"Yes, Miss Ida."



She thought for a moment. "Perhaps if you're very lucky, we might
let you watch us fuck. I might even let you clean the pair of us
up afterwards."



"Yes, Miss Ida."



For the next thirty minutes I licked, sucked and kissed her cunt
to orgasm. My jaw was sore.



**



Well strange things have happened since. Several days after that
fateful day mistress required me to be in uniform when she got
home which means that Ida and Helen now see me in my uniform.
When I pointed this out to mistress she replied that I had better
be enthusiastic then because I would have to be the same way on
competition day. The training was tightening up and I felt as if
I was going deeper into the training regimen with no way out.
Thing was, did I want out? I craved the humiliation with Ida and
although she pissed me off, I couldn't resist it.



"So Ida and Helen will be part of my training like Julie and
Kayla, mistress?" I asked as I raised my head from between her
ass cheeks.



"Hmmm, yes, mom," purred Angie. She reached around to put her
right hand behind my head and push my face into her anus again.
"No more silly questions, mother. I want your tongue right in
there, cleaning me out."



I didn't think it was a silly question, I mean I have to know who
has the rights to be part of my training. But more than that,
perhaps the answer helped me resolve the turmoil of Ida in my
head: if me humiliating myself in front of her was part of my
training, then I could hardly be blamed for being turned on by
it, nor should I be guilty about it.



As a result of Mistress Angie's answer, the daily pattern of my
life developed into a prolonged period of sex and perversion:
Angie idolised my anus; Tommy would rape me; and Ida continued to
humiliate me while I continued to submit.



But with Helen, it was different: just pure joy. Sometimes when I
chased her around the house, I manage to get her on her back with
me standing over her on all fours, licking her face like a dog.
Helen would laugh and pull and twist my nipples and slap my face,
then, to a chorus of her giggles, I would move down her chest to
her stomach and finally between thighs to her little slit. Her
giggles turned to moans as my tongue licked and probed and I
buried myself in her deliciousness: there is nothing like the
taste of little girl cunt that hasn't started bleeding yet.



Sometimes we would play catch with the tennis ball or she would
ride on my back like a horse as she stroked my tail. The
difficult part was when I had relieved myself in the yard. I
wondered at first if it would be too much for her but from the
first she reacted with a mixture of excitement and childish
fascination, squatting beside me as I squatted down, parted my
thighs and pooped and peed. She was a study in concentration as
my poop came out like little rolled turds. Then the youngster
would giggle and laugh as I scooted my ass along the grass wiping
it clean.



One morning, Helen yelled out, "See mommy? Look at what Baby Girl
is doing!" and I suddenly realised that Ida was standing on the
porch watching me.



 "That is how dogs clean their asses, sweetie, and Baby Girl is
being a good doggie." She smiled at me in what seemed like
delight. "Baby Girl is always a good little bitch when she has to
pee or poop. She always begs to be let out into the yard because
she knows that she would be in big trouble if she peed or pooped
in the house." Her voice was smarmy, demeaning, and as she walked
back into the house, I heard her laughing to herself.



After that incident, Ida started to ratchet up my humiliation.
Since I was in my uniform everyday when they got home, I would be
enthusiastic meeting Ida and Helen at the door, licking them,
kissing their legs and thighs and barking to get their attention.
Ida would always demand that I pull their thongs down with my
teeth, which Helen just loved, but her mother now began to demand
more, that I smell them, lick them, suck the gussets into my
mouth to clean them. To add to the humiliation, sometimes they
would be soaked in cum or piss, or even have livid streaks of
shit clinging to the cotton, and Ida would explain to her
daughter just exactly what I was doing while Helen stared at me
open-mouthed.



Then one evening at dinner time Ida played her next humiliation
card. Dinner times had become fun since Helen had arrived: I
would eat from my bowl but sometimes Helen would feed me from her
hand. Other times I would be in the sitting position next to her
at the table and watch her eat just like a real dog would.
Mistress loved that; indeed at some point in the last week or so,
Mistress, Bill, Ida, and Helen would feed me table scraps from
their hand. However, this particular evening, Angie was not home.




"Baby Girl," Ida said suddenly, "when you have finished eating, I
want you to go upstairs and sit outside my bedroom and wait for
me."



I looked up at her, trying to read her meaning, but her
expression was like stone. "Is that clear?"


"Yes, Miss Ida," I said.



I sat upstairs for half an hour waiting until eventually I heard
her and Bill coming up the stairs. They ignored me as they walked
past and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. I
waited for what seemed like half an hour, listening to their
muffled giggles and then moans, until Ida opened the door. She
was red faced and naked except for a pair of stockings, and I
didn't need my new enhanced sense of smell to tell me she was
excited: the evidence was glistening on the insides of her
thighs. She held my leash in her hand and attached it to my
collar, leading me into the bedroom.



Bill was sitting in the bed, also naked, stroking his hard cock
and smiling at me. I licked my lips: when the girls removed our
clit massagers late in the third week, I wanted sex, dirty sex,
more sex in my life and if getting to Bill's cock meant I had to
go through Ida then so be it. I know I hadn't anticipated the
delight of Tommy's cock, but I wanted Bill, if for nothing more
than familiarity and the memory of those days when my sex life
was normal.



"I want you to suck him off," Ida commanded. "I know Bill likes
it but it is not something I care to do myself. And then I
thought, why keep a dog and bark myself?" She broke into
laughter, pleased with her own cleverness. "And I will expect you
to swallow!"



It felt wonderful to have Bill's cock in my mouth again, even
though it carried the taste of Ida's cunt, and as I took it into
my throat and heard him moan, it was just like the old times. Ida
held the leash all the time, and as soon as Bill had pumped his
seed into my mouth, she pulled me away and off the bed.



"Open!" she said, and I opened my mouth to show that I had
swallowed Bill's spunk. "Good doggie, Baby Girl. If you behave
yourself, then perhaps we will let you join in some of our games,
but there will be no fucking." She paused. "Do you understand?"



"Yes Miss Ida," I said.



And so a pattern developed. On some evenings when Bill got home I
would be in his room sucking his cock while Ida waited for him to
put into her cunt. Bill would pull out of her cunt and put his
cock in my mouth then back to her cunt. I always had to be in
uniform as Ida held my leash. If Bill came in her ass then Ida
would squat over my face and push the sperm out into my mouth.
Fuck, what a nasty bitch I was turning out to be.



Of course, I should have realized that I would get caught and
punished by mistress for participating in the sex play between
Ida and Bill. Angie punished me in frustration making me cry as
the flexible ruler stung the underside of my tits. She treated me
more harshly in practice which was uncomfortable because
everybody was staring at us, she gave me the silent treatment and
was passive aggressive with me. It was almost like a lover's
spat.



In the end, once more Angie showed her growing maturity and made
me proud: she admitted that she was jealous of me with dad and
Ida, but she did give her father permission to have sex with me
because she realized that would make me happy, as long as he
remembered that my anus was off limits to everybody. She was like
the parent who knew her child was going to do it anyway and so
she let me, as long as it didn't interfere with my training or
her training demands at home.



**


And along with all these amazing changes in my life, our training
continued as usual. We spent most of our time working on the
competition events. The obstacle course we got better at. The
girls worked us through our paces using the cattle prod: up,
down, start, stop, listening to our mistresses give us commands.
At times the girls traded off giving us commands but we got so
that we could do the course flawlessly no matter how it was
arranged. We were given dog treats for completing the course
without getting shocked. I don't know what was in those treats
but my skin was turning the color of a yellow retriever, my
blonde hair was turning the same color as my skin, and I could've
sworn that our skin smelled like a dog's when we perspired.



Sometimes the mistresses would let the little girls from the
hanging class play with us in order to test our obedience and
self-control. We would playfully chase them around the room or
stay in our sitting position while the girls pinched and pulled
our nipples or ran their little fingers up and down our cunts,
all in an attempt to make us loose our cool.



A few weeks ago the girls took us out to an open field,
transporting there in our custom made cages in the back of the
moving truck. Coach Wagner drove us while Megan drove a van with
the girls in it. When we arrived the coach unloaded us while the
girls walked over to a group of people that I did not recognise.



"We're here to work on your hunting instincts, bitches," Coach
Wagner said. We were lined up, still in our cages, as the coach
walked back and forth in front of us. "The people that your
mistresses are meeting with are competition judges. They want to
see all the teams at different times during your training to get
a feel on how they will judge you." Coach Wagner paused and
looked at us closely. "You will be enthusiastic today and
accepting of whatever you are told to do. Any whining or talking
or complaining about anything will be looked down on by the
judges. You are dogs, bitches, so act like you are," she said,
putting her hands on her hips.



The mistresses came over and let us out of our cages. I bounded
over to Angie wagging my tail, my tits swinging beneath me and
the others did the same to their mistresses. Angie patted me
several times on my head. "Sit Baby Girl"



I quickly and efficiently went to the sitting position.



One of the judges came over holding a pheasant, like one of the
plastic ones we've been working with.



He looked at the mistresses. "In that field over there with the
tall grass," he said, pointing, "there are four live pheasants
that have had their wings clipped so they can't fly. What we want
to see is how good your puppies are in catching a live bird and
killing it."



There were gasps amongst the girls and I stopped wagging my tail.
"What do you mean?" asked Karen.



"Your puppy will catch the pheasant with her mouth then shake her
head so that the movement snaps its neck."



Nobody said anything.



"I hardly need to tell you that this action simulates a real
dog," the man smiled.



"But there are only four pheasants," Megan said.



"The bitch that doesn't bring back a pheasant will be punished by
her mistress, and we will expect to see the discipline in that
puppy as she accepts her punishment," the man added, smiling.



The girls nodded their heads and my heart starting beating
faster. Fuck, another challenge against the others.



Angie squatted down in front of me and put her hands behind my
head, holding it as I stared at her.



"You won't let me down will you Baby Girl," she smiled.



"Arf!" I wagged my tail.



"I would be very mad if I had to correct your laziness in not
retrieving a pheasant."



"Arf." I licked her forearm and stared at her. I hoped I was
doing right.



"Okay, girls, let your dogs go," the man yelled as he stepped
aside.



"Go get `em Baby Girl!" urged Angie.



We ran off towards the tall grass on our hands and knees our tits
swinging back and forth under us. I could smell the pheasant in
the grass but I didn't know exactly how to start searching. In a
couple of minutes, however, the pheasants were jumping in the air
and back down again as we came close. I managed to get one off by
itself but it kept jumping and out of my reach and I realized
that for this to work, the bird would have to tire itself so that
I could have a chance. So I chased the bird around, the hard
grass scraping my tits or tickling my cunt as I ran through.



Foofu came up beside me and she had a flushed look on her face.
We both chased after the bird, each of us pushing each other out
of the way or trying to trip each other. Barb had really improved
herself the last week under her daughter's Zoe intimate care and
she always looked well fucked when she came to Saturday's
practice.



I could tell the Pheasant was tiring out so I positioned myself
between Foofu and the bird. Once the bird landed about three feet
in front of me I pounced, landing on it with my hands. Foofu
tried to bump me off the bird but I held tight. I quickly leaned
over and bit down on the pheasant's neck. It was still squawking
when I shook my head just like a dog. I heard a snap and the bird
went limp. I gave a smile to Foofu and bounded off towards the
waiting judges.



I came bounding out the grass to see that Peaches already had her
bird. She was in the sitting position with the pheasant hanging
limp in her mouth. I sat next her with the pheasant in my mouth.
Angie came over to me with a big smile and petted and stroked my
head and I stuck my chest out a little further.



Ten minutes later the others came out of the grass with pheasants
but poor Foofu looked dejected as she didn't have one. Zoe
administered swats with the riding crop and Foofu stayed
perfectly on her hands and knees as her daughter walked around
her swatting her ass cheeks.



The group of judges came over to us and told us to remove our
tails and get on our hands and knees so that they could
physically examine us. They ran their hands around our cunts and
asses and our mouths and squeezed our tits. One judge stuck two
fingers in my cunt while, at the same time, one of the female
judges stuck two fingers in my anus. They both laughed as their
fingers touched between the thin membrane in my anus, and for a
few moments they gave me a sort of coordinated finger fuck. I
looked quickly at Angie and was secretly delighted to see that
she had an upset look on her face when the female judge fingered
my anus. I think she was jealous of the woman but could do
nothing about it.



The coach drove us back to the church and our training continued
with the best of show with the judges watching us. The mistresses
ran us around the training room holding our leash then had us
sit, lay down, roll over, and heel. We climbed up on the viewing
stand and were made to stand in a perfect hand and knees position
while Coach Wagner brought in the little girls from the hanging
class to feel us up. They were told to touch us, squeeze us and
poke us anywhere they wanted and they started to run around us
excitedly, as if they were browsing. I stood there motionless as
three little girls squeezed my nipples, slapped my tits back and
forth, and then I felt two small fingers slide into my cunt.



"This doggie's cunt hole is really squishy!" one of the little
girls exclaimed, and I felt other little fingers pushing and
prodding at me as their little owners giggled to each other.



"I know," said another little voice, "we could do what I do with
my mommy after we have been to hanging practice."



"What?" the other little voices chorused.



"This!" and I felt small fingers and then knuckles and then a
complete little hand push through my slit and deep into my now
saturated cunt. The little girl moved her fist backwards and
forwards and I could hear the squishy sounds of my juices as she
fucked me. I felt a sudden desperate urge to move against the
tiny hand but I realised that that was what the judges were
looking out for and so held my position, staring straight ahead.
Angie was concentrating on me, also making sure that I didn't
flinch or move because this is what the judges would be doing to
me on the day, but I swear she had a gleam in her eye.



 We also spent a lot of time doing herding practice with our
"new" masters, the dogs. They didn't practice with us every day
but when they did it was intense and for me, nerve-wracking:
well, Tommy and I had already been fucking during the day and
what I was most worried about was him trying to fuck me at
practice as well.



We would be blindfolded and Tommy and the others learned how to
take our leash in their mouths and lead us around the room as the
girls gave encouragement to them. Then the course would be set-up
and we would still be blindfolded as they nipped at our ass
cheeks, directing our movements. During breaks the dogs would
sniff and try to lick us while we would be in our four point
stand, on our hands and knees, looking straight ahead in a test
of concentration. A couple of times Hammer tried to jump on Barb
but would be pulled off by Zoe; Tommy knew enough not to jump up
on me because I think he knew I would fuck him the next day.



Some times on Saturday practice the mistresses would chain our
dog collars to the dog's collar. I would be connected with Tommy
so that I had to be next to him and when he moved I moved. I
tried to keep up with him but he is so damn big. The girls of
course thought it was funny and would give both of us treats when
we had finished. When it came to the water bowl, I had to wait
for Tommy to get his fill. It seems I was now a second class
citizen to Tommy in practice as well as at home.



Some weeks before, the girls had agreed that after each Saturday
practice they would swap pets and we would go home with a
different mistress. The afternoon of the first Saturday that we
were to be swapped, the mistresses were sitting in Megan's living
room. Angie, Karen, and Stacey were sitting on the couch with
their legs pulled up to their chests as I licked and kissed
Stacey's cunt, Peaches licked Karen's and Foofu licked Angie's.
Megan was sitting in the recliner with her legs pulled up as well
while Cricket licked her and Dinky Pooh licked and kissed Zoe on
the love seat. I think all of us pets were excited by what was
going to happen: I certainly was.



"I think that if we are going to swap the puppies then we should
know a little about them before hand," Angie said suddenly as she
stroked Foofu's hair.



"What do you mean?" asked Karen.



Oh fuck this wasn't going to be good, I thought, but I kept
licking away at Stacey's smooth cunt. I was proud that I was
making her squirm a little.



"Well I think it would be useful to know what they like and don't
like, you know the sort of things that turn them on. Then when we
take them home, we can have fun with them," Angie explained.



"I think it would be more fun to find out what their limits are
without knowing anything about them," Megan replied.



"I would agree, "Angie responded quickly, "but I don't want you
bitches tagging Baby Girl's anus because it belongs to me. I
don't want it all stretched out of shape and hurting because you
guys are fucking it hard."



Although she had been talking about me as if I was a piece of
meat, I felt a surge of affection for Angie and her urge to
protect my anus.



"Aww, poor Angie," teased Zoe.



There was a pause. I could hear us licking and smacking our lips
as we worked on the mistresses.



"Well, with Foofu, just beware that she gets air in her cunt when
you fuck her so it sound like farts as you pump her," Zoe
giggled.



The girls laughed. Megan replied that maybe she needed to have a
little surgery to tighten her cunt muscle up so it wouldn't be so
loose and the girls laughed at that. I looked over at Foofu: a
few weeks ago she would have been distraught at what Zoe and
Megan had said, but now she just seemed content to bury her
tongue in Angie's slit.



"Besides that, treat her like a real dog and she will respond to
that. I have no limits on what you can do with her," Zoe said.



I could hear Megan adjusting herself on the recliner. "For
Peaches I have no limit on what you can do with her either. She
does like verbal abuse, it gets her all squishy between the legs.
Warm her up good though as she will make an enjoyable fuck if you
do."



"For Baby Girl, like I said her anus is off limits, it belongs to
me," Angie said.



"Gawd, Ang, do you have an anal fixation or something?" teased
Zoe.



"Yeah, Ang, you own all of her anyway," added Karen.



"Look guys, just leave her anus alone. But I'll tell you this,
she does love poop."



I pulled my head from Stacey's crotch to look at her.



"Hey, get back to eating you," Stacey demanded and pushed my head
into her cunt.



Angie's revelation hurt me deeply. That was supposed to our
secret; now the group knew. How could she do this to me?



Angie continued. "When you take a shit have her use her tongue to
clean you."



The others giggled. "Cool" replied Karen.



I buried my face deep between Stacey's thighs, trying to hide the
vivid blush that I was sure filled my cheeks: I would have to
have a talk with Angie about keeping our secrets.



"Other than that girls, I have no limits on Baby Girl, oh, she
does like the humiliation so make her do something that will
embarrass her."



"For Cricket she likes the physical abuse of slapping and
whipping: that really warms her up. You can fuck her anyway you
like," stated the nine year-old casually.



"Ah well, Dinky Pooh," Stacey said with a smile in her voice.
"She's such a good little doggie. My perfect bitch, she just
loves to please. She is open to anything you want to do with her;
you don't have to ask the bitch, just do it!" Stacey chuckled,
and the others chuckled also.



So I thought, they were the same as me, needing humiliation and
the degrading sex, and it suddenly felt so liberating to share
that knowledge that we were all alike, that it wasn't just me. I
would have bet before this training started that not one of us
would be on our hands and knees pleasing our mistresses, yet here
we all were, making the same journey.



 "Switch!" Megan said.



We all moved over one. I was licking Karen's very damp and moist
nine year-old cunt, so fresh and appetising, and for the next
thirty minutes we switched around the room, licking whichever
cunt was in front of us. After the girls came down from their
orgasm they let us hump their leg and I found myself humping
Megan's left shin.



"Look at me Baby Girl, come on, cum for me," she cooed as she
scratched me under my chin. "That's it, cum for momma!"



We all howled as we came at different times and after I was
finished, I licked up and down on Megan's shin, cleaning it of my
cum.



**



 At the end of practice, after the girls had chosen among
themselves which pet they were taking home, I felt a pang of
jealousy as I saw Angie walk out with Peaches, but straight
afterwards, Zoe came over and told me that she had picked me.



"Were you pleased that I chose you, Baby Girl?" Zoe asked as we
drove to her place.



"Yes Mistress Zoe," I answered truthfully.



"So am I. I always wanted to fuck you." She paused and I tried to
concentrate on my driving. "I mean Foofu is OK but she finds it
hard to get really .... involved." I fought back an urge to
laugh: I loved Barb dearly, but somehow I had never seen her a
sex goddess.



Suddenly, the car filled with an all too familiar fragrance and I
glanced quickly across a Zoe: her legs were wide apart, two
fingers of her right hand sunk into her naked cunt.



"I mean," she continued, "if I were to do this, Mom would have a
fit!" Her voice was soft, teasing. "Whereas  I think it would
make you excited." She paused, thrusting her pelvis upwards,
making it more obscene. "Does it make you excited?"



Oh fuck yes! I swallowed. "Yes Mistress Zoe," I whispered.



"Show me!" she said more urgently.



I hesitated. "Baby Girl is worried that she might have an
accident."



"You only need one hand to drive. Show me, two fingers."



I swallowed again and lowered my hand between my parted legs,
slipping two fingers into my leaking slit, before withdrawing
them and holding them up. I glanced at them: my cream covered
them like transparent icing, and where the fingers parted, clung
over the gap in thick loops. Zoe reached across and pulled them
in front of her, sniffing them and then taking them into her
mouth; I felt the warmth of her small tongue and the suction of
her cheeks as she licked and sucked and swallowed.



"I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight!" she exclaimed quietly.



When we got to her home, she took me straight to her room and had
me standing naked in the middle of her bedroom with my legs
shoulder width apart as she warmed me up; not that I really
needed warming up after the car journey there. She mauled my tits
and squeezed my cunt and then poked my anus.



"So this is your lovely anus," she whispered in my ear, "the one
that we are forbidden to use." She knelt down behind me. "Bend
forward and pull your cheeks apart."



I hesitated. "But Mistress Zoe..."



Smack! "Do it!" she commanded, giving me a stinging smack on my
thigh.



As I held myself open I felt her sniffing me, and she ran a
finger gently around the puckered brown hole.



"Your asshole smells so clean, Baby Girl," she said, and I could
feel her breath against me.



"Mistress Angie demands that Baby Girl should keep it clean and
smelling good as she owns it," trying to emphasise the last three
words.



"Mmmm," she replied and for a second, I felt the warm wetness of
the tip of her tongue rub against the sphincter. "Perhaps one day
Angie will let me play with that little hole properly."



There was a moment of quiet as I stood there, holding myself
open, and then Zoe stood up. "Stand up again. hands on your
head," she ordered and she licked my neck and rubbed her body up
and down against my back as she ran hands over my tits. She
lightly ticked me on my sides causing goose bumps and she came
around the front of me and sucked my nipples into her mouth,
gently biting them. All I could do was stand there, my hands on
my head, my wetness leaking down to coat the insides of my
thighs.



Suddenly, she stepped back from me and reached out and slapped my
face, and then she slapped me again. Both slaps stung so much
that I had tears in my eyes, but when I looked at her all I could
see was excitement. For the next several minutes or so she kept
slapping my face and then, just as suddenly she stopped and
stepped closer to me, putting her hands around my head and
drawing me in, kissing my reddened cheeks softly.



"Kneel down," she said softly and when I had done so, she leant
down and kissed me. "Open your mouth," she whispered, still
holding my head, and then puckering her lips, released a long
slow dribble of warm spit between my open lips and onto my
tongue. Her open mouth descended towards mine until our lips
touched and taken over by lust, our tongues met and wrestled and
our lips smacked. I almost brought my hands down to grab hold of
her, to draw her closer to me, but I resisted the temptation,
knowing that it was not my place.



Eventually Zoe stepped back and told me to get in my uniform and
wait for her return, walking out the door as I hurried to do as
she told me. I longed to touch myself, to get rid of this
desperate itch between my legs, but I knew that was for Zoe to
decide, not me. Fuck! I was all worked up.



For what seemed like an hour I waited patiently in her room on my
hands and knees and then she called me. I went scampering out the
door following her voice to find her sitting in the living room
watching TV.



She looked at me and smiled. "I want you to show enthusiasm Baby
Girl, try and get my attention. If my dad comes home, ignore him.
You are to stay off the furniture, do you understand?"



"Arf, arf!" I replied wagging my tail.



For the next couple of hours, I kissed and licked her feet and
legs. A couple of times I picked up a tennis ball and flicked my
head towards Zoe which tossed the ball onto her lap and she would
idly tossed the ball up and down in her hand before throwing it
back across the room for me to chase. Fuck I was wet and moist
and fucking horny as I tried to get her attention. but all the
while she ignored me. A couple of times she got up from the couch
and walked to the kitchen, and I followed her, licking her legs
and gently bumping up against her, even trying to push my nose up
into her crotch. When she walked back to the couch I playfully
growled at her, lowering my upper body and sticking my tail in
the air wagging back and forth.



When her dad came home I tried my best to ignore him but almost
as soon as he saw me, he sat down in a chair, pulled his cock out
and started stroking it. Fuck it was almost as long as Bill's. To
make matters worse, Zoe got up from the couch and ordered me to
`stay'. I sat back in the sitting position and in dismay, watched
her as she walked out of the living room, leaving me alone with
her dad still sitting in the recliner stroking his cock.



"You know, Barb does the same thing Zoe is making you do." The
unexpected sound of his voice made me jump and I looked at him,
thinking to myself, how the fuck would I know that you dumb shit.



"Zoe has had her mom acting like a dog almost from the first day
this thing started. She didn't like it at first, was always
crying, but now she is almost to the point where acting this way
comes naturally to her." He paused looking at me, his fist
wanking slowly up and down. "You look like a natural also."



I didn't know how to respond to that, but his words seemed to
strike a chord somewhere inside me. Was I a natural at being a
dog? Is this what this whole competition is all about, an excuse
to turn us into dogs to do our daughter's bidding? No, it can't
be, I thought in sudden alarm. I'm doing this to further Angie's
opportunities in college and beyond. That's the whole and only
purpose of what we are doing. The trouble was, despite my
certainty, his casual remark made something nag at the back of my
mind.


When Zoe returned from the kitchen she was carrying a glass of
milk. She sat down on the couch again but this time pulled her
legs up to her chest, then spread her thighs. She said one word
to me, "Lick!" and she said it without even looking at me.



I settled at once between her outstretched thighs and started
licking and kissing and feasting on her thirteen year-old cunt
and anus. Because of the position of the furniture, her father
was directly behind me and I could sense his eyes boring into my
melting fuck hole as I abused his daughter in front of him. Zoe
started to moan and put her hand on the back of my head and
pushed my face into her cunt, squirming a little beneath me. I
heard a movement behind me and low grunting, and then warm liquid
landing on my back and ass. At the same time, Zoe came, her cunt
ejaculating delicious thick cum into my mouth as she clenched and
moaned and spasmed. Afterwards, she lay still for a little while,
softly stroking my hair, and behind me, I heard her father leave
the room. I remembered what he had said: is this what the
competition was about?



 "Heel!" Zoe commanded suddenly and I quickly got to all fours in
front of the couch, no hesitation on my part. Zoe got off the
couch and headed towards her room and I followed without being
told.



I spent the night in Zoe's bed and she carried out her threat, to
fuck me hard. When she eventually settled to sleep, my cunt ached
from the strap-on and her fingers and her mouth, and my mouth was
bruised from the pressure thrusting pressure of her orgasms, and
all of it was wonderful!



The following morning I got up first and found my way into the
back yard to pee and poop. It felt odd doing it at someone else's
house, but my training told me what to do. As I was pooping, I
looked towards the house: at an upstairs window, Zoe's father was
looking down at me.



When I got back to Zoe's bedroom, she wasn't there, but I heard
her calling to me from the bathroom. When I walked in, she was
sitting on the toilet, staring hard at me, and at almost the same
moment, I heard the water splash in the bowl. She slid off the
seat and and settled onto the floor on her hands and knees,
looking back at me over her shoulder, her ass in the air.



"Clean me!" she said, her voice catching with excitement.



I swallowed, wondering only for a second if I was nasty enough to
obey her, then knelt down behind her, and at once she used her
hands to pull her butt cheeks apart. Her anus seemed to wink at
me, seated in that soft pink valley of thirteen year-old flesh,
and around its edges was just a hint darker staining. My nostrils
flared with the intoxicating smell that still lingered on that
beautiful little circle and I leaned slowly forwards until my
tongue touched against.



"Oh fucking YES, Baby Girl!" she moaned. "Lick it clean! Lick it
real clean."



I licked harder, tasting her earthy bitterness and then pushed
against the sphincter until it opened and let my tongue delve
inside.



"Oh fuck!" she cried and pushed back against, forcing my tongue
deeper in where it delved and licked and tasted as if it were a
creature with a mind of its own.



Afterwards, after she had somehow cum and then moved away from
me, I knelt on the floor and tears of humiliation started in my
eyes, humiliation at my perversity, at my loss of self-control.
Zoe reached out and touched my cheek and smiled.



"My mom would never do that for me," she said. "You must love
Angie very much."



**



And of course I did: that was why I was doing all this.



At home I sexually served everybody, but the only person I had to
properly please was my daughter, Mistress Angie. She loved my
anus, she played with it, dribbled her spit on it, stuck her
fingers into it and most of all slid her ribbed strap-on into it
at night.



When I could I kept my anus perfumed and clean, giving it a good
enema twice a day. I was embarrassed in having to ask Ida to
pick-up a bunch of enema kits but I had no choice as there was no
other way I could get them and Angie demanded a clean anus.
Sometimes she would have me kneel on the floor next to her desk
with my head on the floor and my ass raised. She would stick her
pens and pencils in my anus, not that she used pens and pencils,
only that she had seen an old time picture of them once. Other
times she would put flowers in my anus and water them with her
pee, just little dabbles of pee, enough to get the petals wet.



One time Helen came into the room as Angie was fucking me. I was
kneeling on the floor with my head down and my ass raised, and
pulling my cheeks apart. Mistress was standing over my ass
pumping up and down and occasionally slapping my ass cheeks when
Helen came in, wondering what the slapping noises were. Mistress
invited her over for a closer look and she sat watching us with
wrapped attention for the next twenty minutes, until her mother
called her away.



Angie had made clear to everyone that my anus was hers, and only
hers; however, there were two exceptions to her rule, Julie and
Kayla.  They became more frequent visitor's at our house, and of
course took their liberties with me. It wasn't every day that the
girls came over but at least twice a week I greeted them in my
uniform as a proper puppy would greet their owner. They had me
purchase their strap-on's for them: they wanted something that
they would be proud to wear and I would be proud to have them
fucking me with, so I purchased two ten inch black ribbed
strap-on's and let them do what they wanted with me.



They loved doing the sandwich position, where one had their
strap-on in my anus and the other in my cunt and both girls would
fuck me with wild abandon. and fuck it hurt afterwards. They had
no idea nor did they care that fucking me that hard and fast
hurt, and strangely, I ended up not caring either, as long as I
had the pleasure of two preteens filling both my holes at the
same time. Other times they would fuck me doggie style and had me
barking and whining with each thrust or I would play catch with
them and if I was good, they would let me lick their little
smooth cunts, licking between their slit and their anus, tickling
them with my tongue as it traced circles around their little
brownies.



**



"Time for you to meet the people of Intercourse, pets," Megan
said as the girls returned to the locker room. "Make sure you
don't let us down."



Her voice suddenly brought me back to my senses, and my muscles
tensed with nerves. The girls removed us from our cages and
walked us down the hallway where we waited with the male dogs.
Angie softly stroked my head as we waited and I could hear
clapping and cheering coming from the audience in the gym as
Coach Wagner began to introduced us.



Fuck, what was I doing? I suddenly thought. What would the
audience think of me? What if I lost my nerve?



"Mistress Angie and her yellow retriever, Baby Girl, and her
partner Tommy!" Coach Wagner said into the microphone, making it
sound like we were dancing partners or something.



The three of us stepped out from in front of the curtain
together. Tommy didn't have a leash but of course I did and Angie
smiled and waved as she walked me across the front of the stage.
Everybody in the audience seemed to have phones out taking
pictures, and as we walked to the center of the stage, the larger
digital cameras of the press nearly blinded me with the flashes.
Tommy barked a few times and wagged his tail and after Angie gave
a few sharp tugs on my leash, I barked too, bringing more
laughter and applause from the crowd. My crawling posture was
perfect as we went across to the other side of the stage, me
beside Angie's left calf. I am ready! I thought suddenly and a
wave of elation and arousal swept over me. I had goose bumps all
over, my nipples were sticking straight out in excitement and I
was as wet as could be, so wet that Tommy stopped a couple of
times and sniffed my crotch, which the crowd loved. Angie stopped
on the left side of the stage and took a bow and Tommy barked and
nipped my ass cheeks a couple of times.



Gawd I was wet and horny. If Angie had commanded me to hump her
leg right then and there in front of everyone, I would have.
After doing our circuit of the stage, we walked to the back of
the stage where there were five chairs. Angie sat down at the end
chair and I went into the sit position on her left side, my back
straight, hands tucked under my breasts and my thighs spread
apart just like we had been taught. Tommy sat down beside me, his
tongue hanging out and his cock semi-rigid.



Soon the others were introduced. Mistress Karen with her Irish
Setter, Cricket and her partner Rocket. Mistress Megan with her
Cherish Valley Water Spaniel, Dinky Pooh and her partner Charger.
Mistress Zoe with her Border Terrier, Foofu and her partner
Hammer. Mistress Stacey and her Akita with a curly tail (laughs
from the audience), Peaches and her partner Pounder.



By the time the last of the girls took her seat, the whole
audience was standing and clapping and cheering. Coach Wagner let
them continue for a few moments and then stepped up to the
rostrum and raised her hand and I looked over at her, knowing
that this was a big moment for her too. She was wearing a pink
t-shirt that had the words "Coachie" across the front, white gym
shorts that rode up her ass crack, pink thigh stockings and black
Mary Jane's. We had heard, but couldn't be sure, that Coach
Wagner had orgies at her place after school and that's where the
girls picked up a lot of their knowledge of fucking. Looking at
her now at the podium with her tight shorts and her smiles at the
girls in the crowd I reckoned those rumors were true.



"The Intercourse school district is proud to present your team
for the tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival," Coach Wagner said as she
smiled and clapped along with the audience. The girls had their
competition dominatrix uniforms on, a blue and silver dominatrix
dress that came down to mid-thigh with a slit down the middle
between the breasts to the belly button exposing their mid-riffs.
What made the outfit even sexier was that the girls weren't
allowed to wear bras or panties. On their feet they wore black
knee high patent leather boots with five inch stiletto heels.
Gawd, I thought, I'd forgotten how many times I had kissed and
licked those boots trying to get Angie's attention for one reason
or another.



So there we were, sitting next to our Mistresses as we had been
trained, the male dogs, our new 'masters', sitting proudly
alongside us. As I sat, it seemed so surreal, the last six weeks
a blur - the training, the home life, the changes, and more
training and, and, well, just everything.



I looked out over the sea of faces, realising for the first time
how many people were in the gym: it was standing room only. Most
of the crowd were women and girls who had come to see us and hear
Coach Wagner talk about our training to the community. Many of
the women in the audience were mothers who had brought their
daughters or rather, their daughters had probably insisted on
coming along. Men and boys were standing in the back along the
wall, most stroking their cocks at the sight of us.



I managed to pick out some familiar faces. There was little
Helen, in the front row and as soon as she saw me look at her,
she smiled at me and did a little wave of her hand. I wondered if
she had any panties on: she was such an innocent little girl in
so many ways, but over the last few weeks she has really grown to
like everything to do with sex. I almost licked my lips at the
thought of kissing her anus and rubbing my face in her cunt.
Gawd, I loved that seven year-old.



A row back of her were Julie and Kayla, and sitting next Kayla
was her mom, a dog collar around her neck with a leash attached.
I blushed and even felt a twinge of guilt as I looked at the
woman: I told Kayla a couple of weeks ago to bully and rape her
because, even though she seemed not to like the thought of sex
between a mother and daughter, she was really hiding her feelings
and it was up to Kayla to show her mom what she really was. It
took a while but now the woman really took to the leash.



The mayor of Intercourse, Mrs Denise Slocum, was in the front
row. She had her blond hair in pig tails with bright red lipstick
on her lips and I think the ladies sitting to her right were in
her administration. One of them was sucking a lollipop in the
shape of a cock. Two rows back sat the school district PTA
ladies, all smiling broadly, probably trying to figure out how to
capitalize on all the oestrogen wafting about in the gym. I knew
that Ida and Bill were in the crowd somewhere, but in the throng,
I couldn't pick them out.



Coach Wagner returned her attention to the podium, our mistresses
sitting behind us holding our leashes. "Good evening everybody,"
smiled the coach. "I am very happy that we have a full gym this
evening for this special event." The audience clapped some more.
"These young mistresses on the puppy girl team have worked very
hard these past weeks to train and shape their mothers into
proper puppies for tomorrow's competition. My job as coach was to
instruct these young mistresses in how to train, discipline and
punish their mothers so that they think, act and live like a
dog."



The audience clapped again. I smiled inwardly to myself: they
have no idea, I thought.



"These mistresses have learned important life lessons during the
last eight weeks." The coach paused, looking around the church to
make sure she had everybody's attention. What about us? I
thought. None of this would have been possible if it were for the
five of us.



Coach Wagner swept her right hand around, "This whole scene
reaffirms my belief that all women are like pets in that we can
be trained and that deep down we need to respond to authority, a
firm hand and firm discipline. Without that firm guiding hand we
are lost and can never reach our full potential."



Several women yelled about the same time, "Amen, Coachie!" and
the audience laughed.


"We women maybe business owners, CEOs, be on corporate boards, or
even in politics, but deep down inside we want to be on our hands
and knees looking up at our mistresses as we patiently wait to be
given a command. We want and crave humiliation to be made to do
things that we would not ordinarily do." The coach pointed at us.
"These five mothers have done just that. They have crossed that
threshold to reach their full potential as trained pets."



The audience clapped and whistled. I stuck my breasts out a
little further in pride. Damn straight! I thought.



"These five young ladies sitting before you tonight gave that
firm guiding hand to their pets. They have taught and disciplined
their mothers to be the proper pets that we women all want to
be."



The audience clapped again. I blushed and I'm sure the others did
too. Did I really start this competition training just to end up
being a pet who worships my daughter, to wait on her every
command, to try and please her with everything I do? No I started
this competition to help my daughter, but it wasn't just that: in
the process of training and punishments I found my true self, a
mother who needs humiliation, discipline, punishment, and the
kind of sex that girls can give a woman. I realized that I was a
failure at being a mother and that true happiness was pleasing my
daughter and the others who were in my life and that the only way
I could please them was to accept and embrace the fact that I
could be a puppy.



"One of the life lessons these mistresses have learned these past
weeks is that properly owning a dog is excellent training for
properly owning and maintaining a woman." Coach Wagner stood
there looking down at us. I turned several shades of red as the
audience clapped but held my posture. Tommy wagged his tail.


"I don't think many people realize that the behavior of male dogs
and women is eerily similar, and their relation to a young girl
testifies to that." The coach looked at us and continued. "A dog
maybe man's best friend but an adult female on her hands and
knees with a collar around her neck and her leash attached is a
young girl's best friend."



 "These young girls found that like dogs, adult women over the
age of seventeen need to be led. We want to be led. In fact,
though we will never admit it to each other, women want to be
treated as pets, women want to be a girl's best friend just like
a dog is man's best friend." Coach Wagner paused. She lifted a
bible from the podium thumbing through some pages. "Take the
passage from the book of Gladys, chapter 2 verse 30, where she
talks about her lust for a pre-teen girl, `With the presence of
the creator all around me filling me with the spirit, I knew that
I loved this twelve year-old pre-teen standing before me. 
Kneeling before her, I looked up at her staring at her budding
young breasts, her smooth silky legs, the perfect `V' at the top
her thighs, her hairless vulva that begged me to kiss it. She was
so powerful in her nakedness that I was nothing in her
presence'".



A woman yelled out, "I've masturbated to that passage a dozen
times!" and Coach Wagner and the audience laughed.



"Like dogs, we adult women will walk all over you if you let us,
girls," which brought about more laughter from the audience and
giggles from the mistresses. The coach looked out at the
audience. "Adult women and young girls who are in a committed
relationship know this all too well," the coach chuckled.



She paused, waiting for the laughter to die down. "These
mistresses realized that like dogs, adult women will test you for
your alpha status the moment you show weakness. There's nothing
male dogs and women loathe more than being adrift in a
non-hierarchical relationship. We both need to slip comfortably
behind you in an established pecking order. It is there we find
deep, true happiness and contentment," she looked down at us,
"just like these five mothers before you."



The audience clapped lightly. That was true I thought. I am most
happy with my face between Mistress Angie's thighs licking and
nibbling her clit or my head buried in the pillow as she rides my
ass with her strap-on. I know where I stand with her and the
others in the house and I am content with that.



"It shouldn't matter to the girl what the pecking order is
between the male dog and the woman, even if the woman is the
girl's mother. It is up to the dog and the mother to sort out who
gets the choicest cuts of meat in the dog bowl or who gets to lap
up the water in the water bowl first, things like that. Girls
should never have to concern themselves with animal politics
between a male dog and the adult woman, just as long as they both
obey her commands."



Fuck wasn't that the truth I thought. I looked sidelong at Tommy
and smiled to myself: 'animal politics' seemed a strange term for
it. He could be such a ruthless bastard at home and in training
and the other male dogs probably weren't much better, but in
these past weeks I'd learned to accept his behavior at home and
while we were training. Angie and the mistresses and the other
mother's still don't know about the rape but Tommy, he doesn't
let me forget. Living with your rapist is strange, letting him
eat the choicest cuts, watching as he lounges on the furniture
that I'm not allowed on, but most importantly, getting wet
between my thighs whenever his cock stiffens. That bothers me the
most. I should be upset, disgusted and fearful of him which I am
sometimes, but my lust always betrays me when his cock wants to
play, and that is often.



The coach was still talking as she looked out over the audience,
"All you young girls here tonight must realize that adult women
need to be trained and when a mother or a teacher or another
adult woman does something that displeases you that is her way of
telling you "Please train me to respect you."



The coach paused looking out over the audience, her voice rising
to a finishing crescendo. "I have no doubt that with the training
these young mistresses gave their mothers, we will win tomorrow's
competition."



The audience stood and clapped and whistled. Afterwards the
mistresses walked us to the edge of the stage and the crowd
surged forward with everybody trying to pet us or grab our tits,
but I stayed in the sitting position, perfectly still, as Angie
smiled down at me. She answered a few questions from some of the
women, and she let one or two of the young girls pet me and play
with my tits.



A half-hour later the gym was clearing out and the mistresses
took us to our cages before the coach loaded us in the back of
the truck and dropped each one of us off at our house. I frowned
when Ida came out of the front door and took the cage, rolling me
around to the back of the house. I half expected to see Tommy but
he wasn't there, and when Ida let me out of the cage, I scampered
off into the house and up the stairs. I bounded into Helen's room
and she sat up in bed.



"Sit Baby Girl," she smiled.



I sat in the proper position and she climbed out of bed, coming
over to me. She petted me and ran her fingers around my mouth and
at once I knew that she had been touching herself because I could
taste her fresh young cunt on them. I licked them carefully and
smiled at her.



"Come here Baby Girl," Angie called to me.



I quickly turned around and scampered down the hallway to her
room and my heart leapt when I saw she was holding flexible
ruler.



"I have to relieve my nervousness for tomorrow," she smiled as
she flexed the ruler back and forth.



End of Part 8