Domesticated into her Teacher's Pet

She shut her eyes tight. Of course it wouldn't be that simple.

Her tongue dipped into the dog bowl, and she drank the little droplets of her wet tongue. She felt demeaned. She licked again, and kept licking-- it was a very inefficient way of drinking, but after a dozen or two laps, she began to get into the rhythm of it. She tilted her chin up a bit with each lap to catch a bit more water.

Drinking like this was a bit messy, though, and she found her shoulder length hair wet with little splashes of water. She reached up to brush it aside, but felt Torias's gaze on her, and lowered her hand back down.

"Good bitch." There was a tinge of sadistic mockery in the gentle honey of his voice. She furrowed her eyebrows and blushed, just as affected by his words as he wanted her to be: mostly she felt blissfully self-satisfied at having pleased him, earned his affection; but his slight mockery had her feeling in part reminded of her humiliation; and she couldn't help but feel, flowering from the cruelty of his wonderful voice, an undeniable little flame of desire.

"Now sway that ass, nice and slow."

Defeated, she obeyed. Kaitlyn kept lapping up water from her "Sweetie" labelled dog bowl next to Torias's desk. Her face and the hair around it were wet from her sloppy drinking, and as she drank, her wide butt, with no panties to cover it, leaned its heaviness to and fro like a swinging clock. Should someone have seen her without the context of her non-consent, she would have appeared to be quite a happy, thirsty puppy.

Once she was finally done, her belly full of water, she sat herself up with a tired groan. Torias looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Done?" She nodded. Torias took the bowl and set it on the other side of his desk. Then he turned back to Kaitlyn. "Good girl," he praised more casually, and ruffled her hair. "Lay, girl." Then, he turned back to his work. Kaitlyn looked at him wide-eyed for a moment or two longer, just a bit stunned by his nonchalance, now. It was comfortable, as if she was his friend, and her obediently behaving like a dog for him was the most normal and unassuming thing. Her face flushed a bit-- though she was well aware that it was only because the interaction left her crushing a little extra on her teacher. She curled up onto the floor beside his seat again, and shut her eyes.

She had drifted off, but two hours later her eyes fluttered open with a bit of strain in her expression. She pressed her thighs together. She had to pee. She sat herself up, slowly and groggily, but with noticeable urgency, until she was facing Torias in her bitch pose. "Mmmm!" she whined. Torias didn't take his eyes off his work, but smiled. "Someone's awake. Speak."

She took a moment, feeling embarrassed that she even needed permission for this. "I have to piss," she mumbled, not making eye contact. She quickly added, with a bit of reluctance, "...sir."

"Mmm," Torias said a knowing tone. He turned his attention to his desk drawer and pulled out a folded stack of newspapers, before unfolding them and setting them in the corner, behind and to the right of his desk. He sat back down. "You're free to go, Katie."

Kaitlyn, meanwhile, was horrified. Was he serious? She watched the newspapers with jaw-dropping disdain. "I-I am NOT peeing in front of you!" she said impulsively. But a moment after she realized her fatal error. She turned to Torias and saw painted on his countenance a stern and disappointed glare. Her face went pale.

"W-wai-" she tried to protest, crawling back as he stepped towards her, only to feel him grab her wrist and slap her across the face hard with his other hand. She whimpered in pain, tears forming in her eyes.

"That is your ONLY warning. Get in your bitch pose, and whine for forgiveness, and shake your pathetic fucking ass in gratitude, for not tossing you out that door. Then, after you piss you're gonna be lapping your piss right back up."

Kaitlyn's face was pale. She couldn't drink her own piss-- or any piss for that matter. That was insane, that was depraved. She gazed at Torias with terror, and he gazed right back.

They stayed in a standoff, for what seemed like eternity. Then, Kaitlyn's eyes watered. She slowly crawled to her knees, placed her hands on the ground, puffed her chest out, pushed her breasts together, curved her back in and threw her behind back. She was a broken girl. She didn't want to drink her own piss, but he was showing her how tight his leash on her was. The whining was real. She was on the verge of tears. Kaitlyn swayed her round bottom, faster until she was shaking it for Torias. Like a happy dog, though she was in reality quite despaired and afraid.

Torias smiled. Looking up at him, it felt like a cruel, sadistically loving smile. Yet, his approval comforted Kaitlyn. She missed his warm kindness. His adoration. So as he smiled down at her moments before she was to drink her own piss, she felt bliss bubble inside her. Wagging her ass like a "happy dog" suddenly felt more genuine.

Torias set her bowl in front of her. "Go on, puppydoll. In here." She blushed red, and shifted giddily. She was on a submission high-- deeply interiorizing how little power she had right now. She could tell herself "she didn't want to do this" as much as she wanted, but she deeply fathomed that it didn't matter what she wanted. And she felt her brain crack a bit trying to justify why it was her pussy was throbbing gently at the thought of what she was about to do.

Obediently, she squatted over the bowl. Her thighs lifted her skirt so that her pierced pussy was facing plainly towards the empty classroom.

Her face burned red and her small bladder pressed on, until finally, a gentle trickle streamed into the bowl. As the bowl began to fill, the quiet splishes grew into more embarrassingly loud splashing. Drips and drops of urine fell against her calves and her socks and her upper thighs and onto her bare ass, until her bladder was empty, and the bowl was full. Why she didn't stop herself halfway, make the following task more bearable, Kaitlyn couldn't say. The comfortable relief of obedient pissing had a mind of its own.

Torias smiled down at her with a patronizing and warm smile. "That's a good dog. Now lap."

Again, she didn't want to. But as she heard his approving voice, and was growing conditioned to being fearful of disobedience, she had no real choice anymore, her body moved on its own. She crawled her way around the bowl, though as she caught sight of it, she gasped. It did not disgust her, not as much as it utterly demeaned her. She really was less than an animal. Even an animal wouldn't be made to do this. She was beneath human. She was an object of ridicule, someone else's entertainment. She was going to drink up her own piss from a dog bowl for this man. Her blush was much darker by the time she leaned her head over the bowl.

Now more than at any other point before she should've wanted to change her mind. But choice was beyond her. She would do exactly as she was told. And though the bliss of obedience left her not unhappy, some part of her knew how tragic it was, to be stooping to such a level.

With tears glistening in her eyes, she shamefully yet eagerly lowered her head down, raised her ass in the air, and began to lap up her piss like a dog. It splashed against her lips, and she kept licking.

It tasted exactly as dirty as she expected, albeit without the expected vomit reflex, thankfully. She tried to drink quickly, but hastily lapping up-- and tasting-- each tongue-full of piss proved much less efficient than gulping it down would've.

Kaitlyn swayed her butt back and forth without thinking. Yet even so, she cried into her bowl. Prohibited from combing her hair up, her dirty-blonde locks got soaked with piss and matted her face. A minute or two passed, and she was only halfway done. Each lick sent another wave of piss-flavored humiliation through her body.

Kaitlyn sensed Torias rise from her chair, but kept lapping her drink up. A tense anticipation of something filled her mind, but didn't distract her enough to quit her licking. She could tell he was behind her. Suddenly, he pressed a very unique, scarlet pink sticker over her pussy. It stretched from front to back, covering her privates entirely, though just barely, and nestled between her thighs and cheeks, almost reaching her asshole. Kaitlyn's head shot up in surprise, but only for a moment before Torias gave her plump cheek a violent grope. "Finish your piss, bitch."

With flawless obedience, Kaitlyn squealed and brought her lips nicely back down to her bowl.

"You take this sticker off, I'll know." Torias ran his thumb over the sticker, making her shudder. She didn't want to let him touch her like that, yet the shudder was sinful in nature. "If you'd rather not take my word for it, you're welcome to take the risk. 5AM before classes tomorrow, you can come in and ask permission to piss on my papers like a good dog. And not a second before. If you refuse to piss at five, piss yourself in class for all I care. Your next piss will be after school."

A burning hand struck Kaitlyn's bare ass, and she moaned pitifully, face splashing into her piss.

"You're a good girl for Daddy," his honey voice purred.

Kaitlyn sobbed, and a broken smiled stretched gently on her face. She jiggled her ass happily back and forth for him.

Torias was so proud of her. With a gentle pat on the ass, he returned to his desk and continued his work.

A few minutes later, Kaitlyn lifted her head. She was finished. She had stopped wagging; face wet with urine, she sat up and gazed vulnerably up at her owner. The horrible conflict in her eyes was apparent. She'd just drank an entirely bowl of her own piss. Quiet sobs escaped the girl's lips, breaking through her delicate smile. Then, Kaitlyn whimpered loudly like a dog for her abuser.

He turned from his work with a tender look in his eyes. "Yes, sweetie? Speak." He brought his hand quickly to hold her cheek. Kaitlyn felt like a dumb animal, with piss all over her face. She felt worthless. Undeserving.

"I don't like this, sir..." she mewled through the tears. The despair of the situation overtook the bliss of obedience, and all she had left was to reach out for him, to see if her feelings genuinely meant anything to this man that now owned her.

Torias brought his hand gently to her chin, and held it as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips pressed deeply against hers, and she melted into it blissfully. He tasted her lips and her mouth, and pulled away gently.

"You're my perfect puppy, Katie. You've done wonderfully."

Kaitlyn melted for him. Her pussy burned for him, her heart fluttered for him, her will bent for him, her ass shook for him. He was right. And as he watched her, he couldn't help but adore her, too. He brought her to her feet with the greatest ease. "Bark, puppy." She stood on her hind legs and he looked down at her expectantly.

Her face burned with humiliation, yet, with a teary, broken-willed smile, she barked. "Arf!" Her cute little lips parted for her sweet voice to let out her puppy noise.

Torias smiled, and pet her head. "Good girl." He took the panties from his black dress shirt pocket and pushed them into her mouth. Then, he gave her a cute kiss on the head. "You can take those out when you step foot out the classroom." He gave her an encouraging pat on her ass. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sweetie."

Feeling Torias's hand against her bare ass had Kaitlyn wagging her hips. "Yeth Mithter Toriath!" she mewled through her lewd gag, bubbling with lust and girlish affection--which Torias met with a warmly patronizing chuckle, allowing her to speak without permission this once. Panties in mouth, she scurried out the classroom like a happy little school girl. She stepped foot into the hallway and the door closed behind her. Kaitlyn stood outside her teacher's classroom, going commando, with her panties in her mouth, red marks on her open cleavage and bare ass, strong scarlet rubber tape over her pussy, her clitoris pierced and ringed with a bell attached, and her hair and face wet with her own urine.

The ordeal was over.