Becoming Abby Ch. 10

Note from the Author

I would like to take a moment to thank everyone that has been reading along with Abby's adventures. All of the comments, and private messages, have been really encouraging. Please don't hesitate to comment or send me a mail. I always try and respond to each of them.

I am sorry that it has taken so long to get this chapter out, but I truly hope that it was worth the wait.

As always I want to say thank you to Garth for taking the time to pre-read and help with the editing of my writing. He is always very patient, even when I have silly questions about punctuation.

I have a very special thank you I want to give to Mistress M.

Thank you for allowing me to write these stories and share a little bit of myself with others.

Thank you for accepting me for who I am and helping me to become a better me.

Thank you for being you.

Abby

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My face was scarlet for the entire walk. I kept my eyes down, trying to watch where I was putting each foot with each step. I didn't look around at the people I was passing, or even pay attention to the conversations that they may, or may not be having once I was past. My hands, as if having a mind of their own, kept slipping back and tugging down the back of my skirt. It was bad enough that everyone could see my tail, but what would they say if they saw the damning words Mistress had added to my body?

I physically relaxed once I was inside the breakroom. It looked like I was at least going to have the place to myself this time. Someone had found, and added a second coffee pot to the counter, so it looked like Pam was going to get her wish of two pots after all. I quickly went about the preparations. I couldn't figure out why they had so much trouble repeating what I did. Just don't use as much coffee, and clean the basket out between pots.

Just as I clicked on the second pot to brew, a noise behind me got my attention. I turned and looked towards the door, where a bright-red-faced Rose was standing with her coffee cup in hand.

"Hello, Rose," I said softly.

The grin that split her face was infectious. "Hello, Abby. I see your Mistress gave you permission to talk now."

I shook my head. "Only to you, and only if we are alone," I answered.

"I see," she said. "Well, if the others find out you are here making coffee, we won't be alone for long." Her face turned a brighter red. "And if some of them saw what I saw on your ass, you won't be leaving without help."

My hands darted to the back of my skirt as my face burned.

"Oh, they would have to really be looking to see, Abby," Rose said. "I... um... wanted to see more of your tail, so I was looking pretty close. And you were all stretched out reaching up for the coffee filters."

I tried to hide my blushing face by looking back at the coffee pots. They were only half finished. It was going to be at least another five minutes before I could leave. When I turned back around, Rose had moved closer. She was now only about two feet away from me, and still smiling.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," she said. "I have had much worse written on me. Across my chest, my ass, my thighs, even my face."

I couldn't help but giggle. "Mistress has never done this before. She is... testing my limits."

"Owners are good for that," Rose answered. "Can I ask? Who she let use your ass as a cum dump?"

I just thought my face was burning before. It seemed to be an inferno now, at such a direct question.

"You don't have to answer," Rose said stepping closer. "It's just... when you turned around a minute ago... you were leaking."

Leaking! My hand shot between my thighs, and sure enough there was a line of wetness running down between them. I whimpered and grabbed a paper towel to try and clean it up a little. I felt Rose's light touch on my hand.

"Here, let me help you," she said softly. She took the paper towel from my hand. "Turn around, and put your hands on the counter. We don't want you smearing your Mistress's writing."

Her touch was as gentle as her fingers on my hand. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as she slowly moved higher.

"Wow, there must be a lot in there to be leaking this much," Rose said. "I'm kinda jealous now."

I didn't think it possible to blush more than I already was, but somehow I did.

"And no panties," Rose continued. "Abby, you are one lucky gurl today."

Her fingers pressed a little against my tail plug as she tried to clean up the last of the leak. I bit back the moan I felt trying to escape and bent a little more over the counter. I really am a slut. Someone rattled the door to the break room.

"Hey! Why is this door locked?" they called.

I stood up and looked back at the door. Rose was really quick. She had already pulled my skirt back down where it belonged, and was halfway across the room to the door. She tossed a smile back at me while crossing her lips with her finger, telling me to be quiet. I blushed and looked at my feet again as she opened the door.

"Sorry about that, Pam," Rose said. "I keep telling you that this damn door sticks sometimes."

I had turned my back to the door and was making a coffee for Mistress, but I heard Pam walk in, and the rattle as she inspected the door.

"I will tell Missy again," she said. "I keep telling her we need a full time maintenance person. Ahh, I see we have coffee again."

Keeping my eyes down, I turned around holding a cup of coffee for Mistress and smiled softly. Pam was already on her way over to get one of her own.

"Thank you, Slut," Pam said.

The look of shock on Rose's face as she mouthed the word 'Slut' questioningly at me, was priceless. I could only smile and shrug as I headed for the door. She reached out and touched my arm softly as I walked past her. Pam just kept running on about trying to get Mistress to hire me as a full-time coffee slut.

Several people saw me walk out of the breakroom with a cup of coffee in my hands. They must have been under orders from Pam to stay away until I left. I was forced to stand to the side as they rushed past me. Some leaning over to take a sniff at the coffee in my hands.

One younger man, he couldn't have been twenty yet, took longer than the rest to sniff at the coffee. His nose may have been pointed at the cup, but his eyes were clearly on my chest. I couldn't say anything, or even move from the spot I was in.

Another man grabbed his arm on the way past. "Come on, Chuck, there is not going to be any coffee left."

"Yeah, OK," Chuck answered moving down the hall with his friend.

"Dude, you are going to have to learn to be more discreet," his friend was telling him. "I don't blame you for looking. But ogling her chest like that is enough to get you fired, if not sued for sexual harassment."

"Sorry, Paul," I heard Chuck say as they moved away. "But, did you see what she was wearing? And her nipples just hanging out there for everyone to see. It's not right to punish me for looking at what's on display."

I couldn't hear Paul's response as they had moved too far away. But what did he mean 'nipples just hanging out there'? Looking down at my chest, I nearly dropped the cup of coffee I was holding. My nipples were definitely showing. I tried to think how this could have happened, and why Rose or Pam didn't tell me about it before I went walking through the building.

It must have been when Mistress bent me over the desk. I had my hands behind me at one point, laying on my chest. The back and forth motion, must have let my breasts fall out of the deep plunge bra. The cups barely covered my nipples at the best of times. Now my breasts were pushed together a little more, and my nipples poked over the edge of the cups. I pulled at my bra through my top, and was just able to get my nipples covered again.

Mistress had her head down, as she looked over a file on her desk. Walking around, I found my pillow in its place at the corner, so I knelt and held out the coffee. She didn't even lift her eyes from what she was reading as she reached out. I guided the coffee cup to her hand, and let it go as she took it. She took a long sip, then nodded and put it on the corner of her desk.

I knelt beside her for a good thirty minutes as she flipped through the pages of the file, sometimes making a note, other times referencing things on her computer. Mistress seemed happy with her results when she closed the file and looked at me.

"Well, Slut," she said. "I have a meeting in about ten minutes with the wardrobe department from another motion picture." She put her hand on top of the file. "I have here a list of some of the things they are looking for, and as it so happens I have several examples in stock. I am just not sure what I am going to do with you while I am so busy."

I wiggled around a little, trying to get comfortable on my pillow.

"You see, I have thought about what Pam said," Mistress started. "Today is likely not a good day to have my slut at work, not for this meeting any ways."

She had just picked up her phone, when it beeped at her. "Ah, Jo, I had almost forgotten."

Mistress read through the text Jo had sent her, then looked at me. "It seems that my problem has been solved," she said. "Jo has asked if I would loan you to her for the afternoon, as Holly is still feeling the effects of last night."

I couldn't help but smile, thinking about what happened last night. Mistress had picked up the office phone and punched a number in. "Pam, could you come to my office, please? And bring Rose with you, if you would. Thanks."

It was only a couple of minute's wait before there was a knock at the door, and Pam entered, followed closely by Rose.

Mistress got to her feet and moved around to lean against her desk. "Pam, I was thinking about what you said earlier, about today not being a good day for my coffee slut to be here. After going over the file for this meeting, I find myself agreeing."

Pam was nodding. "Yes, while she makes a hell of a cup of coffee, I don't think the execs would be overly impressed."

"No, I think not," Mistress answered. "And to address that, I would like to ask Rose here if she would be willing to take my slut home for me."

Rose, to her credit, did her best not to jump for joy as she answered. "Of course! I would be happy to help," she said.

"Good," Mistress answered. "Then it is all settled. If you two will excuse us for a moment, I have some last minute instructions for my slut, and then she will join you directly, Rose."

Pam and Rose backed out of the office, and Mistress turned her attention back to me.

"Come here, Slut," she said pointing at the spot right in front of her.

I moved to my feet, then quickly moved over to stand on the spot she pointed to.

Mistress looked me up and down slowly, then wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. Her tongue probed for entrance. I parted my lips, accepting it with pleasure. She pulled me tighter to her as our tongues danced. One of her hands found my breast, cupping it tightly, while the other gripped my ass.

Our lips came apart as Mistress looked up into my eyes. "You have no idea how excited this has made me."

I blushed and smiled at the same time. "I am glad you have enjoyed our time today, Mistress."

"Stop that," she said. "I'm being serious right now. I can't keep you here any longer, my pet. I don't think I could control myself. I can't afford to blow this meeting, and if you were there, I would be hard pressed not to throw you on the table and fill your ass with even more cum."

I smiled as she continued. "You are too much of a distraction. I swear, I'm going to have to break out a pantie liner to help with the flood you are causing between my legs."

I reached out my hand towards the front of her pants, but she grabbed it half way there. "No, that will only make it worse, and make it that much harder for me to send you away. Besides, Rose is waiting on you, and Jo really did ask for your help."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, clasping my hands behind my back.

Mistress cupped both my breasts in her hands, and squeezed them gently. "God... You are so distracting today." Shaking her head, she let go and stepped back behind her desk. "OK, so, you are to let Rose take you home. You may still talk to her while you are together. Once you are home, you will change into your basic maid's uniform. Lose the tail, and um... clean up the mess." This part came out with a smile. "You can wear whatever bra and panties you like under your maid's uniform. And then you will drive yourself over to Jo's house."

I was nodding, taking mental notes of everything she was telling me. "Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Mistress came back around the desk, and slid a hand under my skirt, grasping my cock gently. "Jo knows my rules, as do you. While you are there without me, you will obey Jo as if she were me, with one exception. If she tries to break my rules, you have my permission to disobey."

I swallowed hard as her hand gripped me a little tighter.

"I don't think that she will," Mistress said. "But, just in case." She let me go, then leaned in and kissed me again. "OK, get going before I have you bend me over this desk."

Being bold, I stepped into her and kissed her long and hard, before turning and heading for the door.

"Good work, my Slut," she called after me. "That just earned you ten strikes when we get home."

I couldn't hide my grin when I stepped out of the office to find Rose waiting.

"Well, it looks like you got something to be excited about," she said when she saw me. "Want to share?"

I nodded and leaned down close. "I get a spanking later," I whispered.

"Lucky you," Rose said with a smile. "Let's go. I have to get back for this meeting. Seems I will be modeling some of the outfits."

I smiled and followed her out to her car, my mind racing, thinking about more time alone with my Mistress.

Rose's car was nothing special to look at, just a little beater to get her from point A to point B. Rose got in on the driver's side, then reached across to unlock the passenger's door. As I pulled it open, Rose patted the passenger's seat.

"Come on, Gurl! You can do it!" she encouraged in a voice like speaking to a dog.

I blushed, but giggled and wagged my tail for her a little before sitting down.

"Such a good Gurl! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!" Rose said scratching the top of my head. "Now, buckle up, safety first."

I pulled the door closed, and fastened my seat belt.

Rose patted my leg. "You're such a good Gurl! Your Mistress really has you trained well. She should be proud. Now, who wants to go for a car ride?"

I giggled and smiled at her. "You don't have to treat me like a puppy Rose," I said.

"Hey! No back talk!" Rose snapped. "Your Mistress asked me to take you home, so that means I am in charge. Is that understood?"

I nodded and answered, "Yes, Miss Rose."

Rose almost squealed with joy at my answer. She started the car, backed out of her parking space, and pulled around to the exit of the parking lot.

"Umm... I don't know where you live," she said coming to a stop.

I looked at her, and she looked at me. I don't know why it was so funny, but suddenly the two of us were cracking up laughing. As soon as I could breathe, I gave her basic directions and we started off.

The trip was very enjoyable. We talked, or should I say Rose talked about her pack. I could hardly get a word in before she would shoot off another long winded explanation about pack life. I actually learned many interesting things that I would have to discuss with Mistress when I got the chance. The most important thing I learned was that the pack is more than just a group of people. They are family. They have a bond to each other that transcends the physical.

If one member of the pack was in distress, then the whole pack, Owners and pups alike, would come together to help that member. Rose tried to explain the feeling of the bond she had to her pack. She said that she didn't feel obligated to any of them. There was never this feeling of she had to do anything because she owed the pack. She wanted to help because she cared about each member. They are her family. Even more so than if they were blood relatives.

I was amazed at the stories she told me about her pack. It seemed like we had just started talking, when I gave Rose the last few directions and she pulled in the driveway of my home.

"Well, Abby, it has been fun talking to you," she said. "I really hope that we get a chance to talk some more, and maybe your Mistress will bring you by to play with the pack."

I blushed. "It was very nice to talk to you as well, Rose. Thank you for your help in the breakroom today. "

"You're welcome. Well, I better get back. Pam wanted me as a model for the meeting," Rose said.

I opened the door and stood up out of the car with a little more grace than at the office this morning. Just as I was about to step away and close the door, I felt a tug on the back of my skirt.

"Be still a second, I'm fixing the back of your skirt," Rose said from behind me. "There, now, be sure to swing those hips as you go to the door."

Stepping away from the door, I pushed it closed, then leaned down to look Rose in the eyes. "Really, Miss Rose?" I asked? She had pulled the back of my skirt up, and tucked it into the waistband, exposing my ass and its damning label to the world.

"Yes, really," she said. "And the longer you stand here complaining about it, the more chance your neighbors are going to see, and the later you are making me for getting back."

If she only knew that my neighbors had likely seen much worse than my bared ass. I rolled my eyes at her, then giggled and blew her a kiss before straightening up and heading for the house. I gave my best impression of a runway model, swaying my hips back and forth with each step so that my tail would swing side to side. Just as I reached the door, there was a toot from her horn as Rose backed out of the driveway. I opened the door and went inside.

As soon as the door was closed behind me, I headed directly for the bathroom. My only stop on the way was to pick up my cell phone from the sideboard in the hallway. I pulled my shirt up, and tucked my phone into my bra, then reached for the zipper of my skirt. The cramping in my belly was getting much worse now that I was moving again. My skirt fell to the bathroom floor as I basically ran the last few steps to the toilet. This was going to be tricky.

Because I was still wearing my tail, I couldn't actually sit down on the toilet. I was forced to straddle it and squat down as close as I could. I was holding my tail up behind me with one hand, and holding onto the sink with the other to keep my balance. I should have taken off my heels first, but the pressure was getting to me. I squatted lower, and started pushing the plug out.

The fluid that started running down my legs was warm, but it was also going to make a mess. I pushed harder, moaning as the massive plug stretched my ass wide. There was a pop and a gush as I fell on the seat. I sat there, breathing deep against the stinging pain from removing the plug so fast. It still hung from my hand, the heavy metal plug swinging back and forth from the tail I was clutching. I laid it on the floor and put both hands on my belly.

Each time I pushed down on my belly, it felt like another gallon of cum poured from my ass. I know there was not that much really, but after holding it in my bowels for so long it sure felt like it. Now that I felt a little relief, I took time to kick off my heels, and look at my cell phone.

There were two missed calls, both from Miss Jo, but no voice messages. I also had three text messages. One from Mistress, one from Jo, and one from Chris, I started with Mistress of course.