Puppy Girl Ch. 08

I nervously laughed, "Heh, sorry, not sure what to say..." I said trailing off.

"It's fine. I know how much this is to process and reconcile, and I'd imagine there's still a little bit of the shock factor as well."

I nodded. "But... I want to do this..." I said, in my quietest voice. "I know I have the trial period to reconsider, but every time I have second thoughts, they're met with even more anticipation..."

She regarded me thoughtfully, and then grabbed a pen. She flipped authoritatively through the first couple pages, initialing and signing where it was indicated.

"I have a lecture to give, but you are not to sign this right this second. I want you to stay here, read the entire packet in its entirety. I need to know you understand, and are at least aware of everything I'm asking of you and everything you're entitled to. Will you do that for me? When you're done, you can sign. Here's my key, lock up when you finish, and leave it with Susan, the Admin Assistant, at the end of the hall."

She left no room to argue, but I nodded. She collected her bag, and stood up, making her way to the door. She touched my shoulder, pressing it encouragingly, and I moved to turn to her, still no idea what to say, but in a second, she was gone.

As I starting re-reading the familiar words of the opening contract pages, I thought about our last little exchange. I'd pretty much consented to a submissive relationship with her, and she seemed pleased, but in the way that a stock investment does well. I guess I was just feeling surprised at the lack of romance, the absence of regular relationship mumbo jumbo. But, then again, this was anything but regular. She was older than me, considerably farther ahead in life, yet it didn't feel that wrong, it suited the roles we were taking.

I was into the back part, reading all the detailed description and instruction I was supposed to follow. There was a lot. Eye contact: I was to avoid all contact with the Dom, until requested, and then following, I was to not break it until instructed otherwise. There were lots of non verbal commands too, but it seemed like a lot of them came straight out of a dog training manual. Two pats on the leg meant I was to come to her side. A fist, turning upwards meant stop and sit. There were motions for down, up, come, stay. It WAS dog stuff. It was a little demeaning, but I closed my eyes, and took one moment to imagine her instructing me like that, and the tingle between my thighs meant that I was going to like it.

I read on, there were procedures on how to serve food and drink, on how idle time should be spent, even told me my breathing and normal "inhabiting" of room was to be kept quiet and respectful. There was so much that was expected of me, so much to learn, and so many standards to uphold. But I had to imagine that the payoff was going to be worth it, that this burning, unsatisfied desire could finally be quenched.

Fifteen minutes later, I was through the dense material. It was full of really dominant and sexy instruction, but it still felt a little dry. The language was so purposeful, so legal sounding. I knew I wasn't going to remember all of it, but I had done what she asked; I read everything, cover to cover, and there wasn't anything I saw that would really keep me from going in.

My shaking hand grabbed the pen still on the desk, and trembling, I moved to the line where I was to sign. I hovered, feeling the risk, the gravity, and then scribbled my signature. There. It was done; it was official, even though there was no one to witness it. I set it back down. I almost wanted to sit there, wait for her to come back, and claim me, I guess...

A noise from the hallway snapped me back into reality. I got myself together, arranged my signed copy nicely next to hers. It was real, it was in motion, and it was happening. I didn't feel giddy, exactly, but my stomach was twisted in knots, and I had to make a conscious effort to breathe deeply. I locked her office, gave the key to the gal at the end just like I was told.

I couldn't, just couldn't, bring myself to any kind of focus that day. The excitement, the nervousness, the apprehension was all too much for me to listen to someone lecture for an hour. I skipped, went straight home. My email was still open, with our contract displayed proudly on the screen. I really did need to be careful, if Andrea had seen it, our adventure would've been over before it had begun. I glanced over the words again, the mention of, "Sub," "training," "play", or even "punishment" were triggers, even just reading the words, to my moistening need that had been building ever since I began my day .

Yes, the familiar urge was back, but before my hands traveled south to relieve the growing pressure, I stopped myself. I remember what she'd said, telling me I wasn't to play with myself, or orgasm without her. That was gonna be tough, but I needed to stop right where I was, or I'd never make it. I busied myself for the rest of the day, laundry, kitchen cleaning, and homework. It helped, but the anticipation of the weekend was ever-present in my mind. That night, I got a text message from my soon-to-be Dom.

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I saw your copy, I'm very pleased. Excited too, shall we say Saturday, at 1:00? Plan for things to carry late into the evening, we will also discuss arrangements.

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Late into the evening, hm? That was probably the first saucy thing I'd heard from her, and even if it wasn't supposed to be, that's how I was going to take it. Saturday, it was set. And my recently freed schedule didn't leave much need to adjust, so I just lay awake, thinking about her, and everything she wanted from me. I slipped into fantasy, imaging her fingers raking my skin, scratching and reddening it, smacking me, before gently teasing again...

I felt a powerful pulse of heat, energy, and desire, circulate my body. My lust was back with a vengeance, and as I sit, lying on the bed, just feeling my body work, it built, and built, until I couldn't take it anymore. I stripped my now-needless clothes off my body. I closed my eyes, taking my time, arching my back and sliding my hands up and down my smooth skin, over the curves of my breast, before finding their target between my legs. I brushed my sensitive lips just for a moment; I bit my lip, and pushed inside myself. It felt like eons since I had cum last, and the feeling of something inside me, even just my own two fingers, was heavenly.

Immense satisfaction reverberated in my muscles, clenching and tensing, before slackening again. And then it wasn't enough; I had to have more. Feeling incredibly kinky, I grabbed a pair of cloth belts. The first, I wrapped around my neck, closing it, and tucked the slack into my bed, effectively making a collar and leash. The second, I looped and twisted around my wrists. Now kneeling, I took my bound hands underneath my frame again, pressing firmly and squeezing the skin around my pink opening. I was dripping with excitement, and I couldn't wait any longer. I assaulted myself, rushing my hand back and forth, my fingers in and out as hard and fast as I could, it felt so good, I couldn't help it as I drifted into fantasy... ... ...

Her one hand held my pelvis, and along with my ankle, waist, and wrist bonds, the only thing I could move was my neck. Her other hand was a blur, fingering my delicate pink pussy with unyielding speed and aggression. I raised my head up, looking down on her naked form atop mine, holding me down firmly. I didn't want to get away, but I still pulled and yanked on the ropes; there was no escape.

"Oooh, you're getting close little one, I can feel your pussy quiver. Do you want to come for me? Do you want to come for your Mistress?"

There was no speaking, so I nodded feverently, desperate for the release I as heading for. She leaned up, offering her firm breast to me, I was lost in the sensations she was giving me, until she stopped abruptly, grabbed my head and pulled me to her. I sucked, and kissed, biting very gently, until she began again. I moaned into the wonderful flesh my lips were attached to, and struggled to remain still, even thoroughly tied up as I was.

"Mmm... nggg..." I moaned, growing louder. She pinched my clit as a warning,

"Ah, ah, ah," she scolded. "No words, no speaking, or I'll leave you in this state."

I whimpered, still dutifully attending her boobs, while giving the best puppy-face look I had.

"Oh my poor little puppy, you need this so badly, don't you?" She sped up again, reaching and pressing even further into my depths. Yes, yes, it was coming, I felt warm, alive, and I was so, so close. Just a little more, just a little bit longer... just one more... .. ... ..

"Oooahhhh," I groaned/moaned/yelled/screamed. I looked down, my naked body was glistening with sweat, and my chest was rising and falling with my heavy breathing. I touched lower, and my sheet was wet, I had obviously cum hard, and a lot. But I waited just a second to come down, and catch my breath.

This was actually, really, seriously going to happen. I was willingly giving myself to another person to be their sex toy. And a woman at that, a college professor. I didn't know what made me special or wanted, but I was glad, and I felt optimistic.

Every second that passed from that moment was torture; I wanted it to be the weekend so badly. This was more than first date jitters: it was way more than that much more. I didn't even have to touch, but I knew that I was in a constant state of arousal just about every waking minute. And probably some of the sleeping ones too. I did feel a little guilty about playing with myself, but I couldn't help it. Would she really be able to notice?

It dragged on, but finally, the week was over; there was nothing on my mind except her and me. I rifled through my wardrobe all Friday afternoon. She hadn't been specific on what I was to wear, and suddenly I felt that it would be so much easier if I didn't have to choose. Even for regular days, choosing clothes was so difficult, and it was even worse when I was trying to dress to impress.

I laid out my outfit, a black slacks, with modest heels, purple low-cut blouse, and lacy black bra and panty set. I fell over into my bed, just wanting to accelerate time until the very first moment she took over. I curled my toes and hugged my arms on top of the sheets; I was really, truly going to do this. I was excited, and all the nervousness and apprehension seemed smaller in my mind than it usually was. I willed myself to shut my eyes and fall asleep, knowing that a big day was in store for me.

I woke up slowly, stretching my limbs out, and I felt energy spread throughout my entire body. Today was the day. I made myself eat something, even though the butterflies in my stomach had me in knots. Andrea joined me at the kitchen table,

"You look put-together for a weekend, do you have plans?"

I paused; I knew there was going to be an inevitable conversation.

"Well, I'm just, uh, going to the library, and I hadn't worn this in a while..."

She raised an eyebrow. I hate not being convincing, but she left it alone. Hopefully she simply attributed it to my general weirdness. I excused myself, and I slung a bag over my shoulder. I hope she wasn't going to miss me late tonight. Wait; was I even coming home tonight? I couldn't remember if she told me I was staying, I know she didn't tell me to pack an overnight bag.

I got it my car, and took off. I sped; I was just too excited, as nervous as I still was. I arrived at her place, parked outside, and tried to calm my erratic breathing. I took a few minutes to collect myself, make my hair fall just right, and I crossed my fingers that she would like me. As I walked up her stone path, Dr. Donnely was opening the door for me.

She looked professional and authoritative, as always, wearing expensive-looking dress clothes, a silk scarf draped fashionably around her neck. Her hair was down, straightened. She did look flawless; I had to admire just how beautiful she was. I offered a small smile, but I didn't really know what to do. How was this going to go, how was it going to start?

"Before we begin, are you comfortable? Have you eaten, do you need something to drink?" It seems she was mind-reading again.

"I wouldn't mind using your bathroom... if that's okay..." I replied. She bade me inside, gesturing towards the bathroom. "How... what do... um... how is this going to start?"

"Well, I think we may need just a little time to get into the roles, after all, it is a hefty transformation I expect you to make." She stared at me, a quiet intensity in her eyes. "Go. Take care of what you need to, and make sure you look how you like."

I was about to shut the door, "Um... how would you like me to look?" I squeaked. I did want her to be pleased with me...

"Hm, we'll get to that, for now, just hurry, you know I don't like to be kept waiting..."

Her words came off like a sensual threat, so I didn't waste anymore time. I pressed my hands into my torso, trying to slow my heart and my breaths. It was no use, I stared at the girl in the mirror, trying to find the submissive, puppy mindset, and let everything else go. I couldn't, second thoughts, doubts, and worries swirled in my head, but I was here, I had to give it my all.

I emerged, and she had her legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine. She seemed please with how I looked, so I came closer, standing in front of her. Please, could she just tell me what to do? I felt so lost, every action, every thought in my head was second guessed. She stood, coming closer to me.

"Now, you are mine. Yes?" She said, staring deep into my eyes.

"I... I'm yours," I said meekly.

"Good girl," She started walking around me, I could feel her eyes trace me up and down, like you would a fancy piece of furniture. She came around front of me,

"This will be a rare reward, but you have earned it, for being brave, and for taking the plunge." She grabbed my chin gently, and tilted it upwards. Gracefully, her lips descended on mine, and she pressed into me, softly at first, but incredibly passionately. I closed my eyes, and kissed her back. I opened up, and felt her tongue invade, and dance with my own. God, she was so good! Her hand slipped down, holding my neck gently. She sucked my lower lip, and held it as she pulled away, ending the hottest kiss I've ever had.

"Wow..." I said breathlessly.

Unconsciously, I leaned forward for another, but her finger went to my lips. I looked at her, confused. I hope she liked that just as much as I did!

"You earned one, and I'll decide if you are good enough to receive another." She stated. I looked down, not dejected, but a little disappointed. "Come now, Brooke, I'd like to more thoroughly inspect you. Stay standing, look straight ahead."

She began to slowly circle me again, looking me up and down. I was being inspected, and with each pass, I could feel the tension building. Behind me, she reached out to touch my back, her fingers grazing over my top. She circled again, and again, her hands tracing higher, until they ran over my breasts. She had me so responsive, even this simple touch was enough to make my nipples harden, and as she brushed over them, I knew they were apparent. Her hand rose higher, touching my ever-sensitive neck, brushing my hair, touching my face gently. I had stopped forming complete thoughts; I was losing myself in her soft, delicate touch.

"My, my, your body isn't holding any secrets, is it? I like that very much. There won't be any hiding from what you're feeling..." she said saucily. I could only gasp and exhale, making words was impossibility at this point.

"I'd like you to show me all of you. Are you ready?"

Whoa, I'd been here ten minutes, and she was asking me to strip down. Was I ready? I took a deep breath, and nodded at her. She brushed her hair, looking at me expectantly. I must've been in a trance, but I snapped out of it, unbuttoning my pants. I slid them down my legs; the cool air meeting my skin let me know just how naked I was becoming. She didn't say anything, or react, so I continued unbuttoning, pulling my shirt off, over my head.

"Stop," she said, simply.

Had I done something wrong? She studied me, moving around me again.

"You have such delicious skin, so smooth, so flawless," she praised.

My hands started to rise up my body instinctively, to cover up, but I held them at my sides, unsure of what to do with myself. Suddenly, her hands were on me again, on my thigh, sliding up. I shivered; her extra-soft touches were sending electricity through my entire body. I labored sigh escaped my lips, and I but my lip.

"We're really going to have to work on that, you're already shaking, and I've barely begun with you..." she teased.

She was right, I was expecting a lot more to come, but she already had me responding to the simplest of touches. Her hands grew bolder, one dipped to brush over my panties, almost making contact with my outer lips. It was no struggle to find my erect nipple either, and her merciless assault continued on my body.

Then it was over, at least for now.

"That's enough for right now, I like what I see," she said. "Come, sit by me. There's still so much to discuss."

She moved to the couch, and I followed, sitting next to her. She lifted her eyebrow, regarding me questioningly.

"What do you think you're doing? That is not your place." She scolded. "HERE."

Her command rang out authoritatively, and she pointed to a spot on the carpet. I figured out I was not allowed on the couch, probably not on any furniture without invitation. I scurried from my spot, and sat down on my knees, my head lowered, embarrassed from already messing up. I did feel a little frustrated, how was I supposed to know all these rules already?

"There there, little one. You are brand new, so you really have no idea what I expect from you. What you need to know is that you are allowed a small learning curve; you will not be punished for disobeying rules you don't know, or are unaware of. I will be very consistent in what I enforce. You will need to be mindful, however, because I will not let you get away with it forever."

I did almost want to find out what she meant, but I knew there would be no avoiding it entirely.

"This will be your appropriate attire, until I want you in less clothing," she said with a wink. "As you might've guessed, my pets aren't allowed on furniture. Any belongings you bring, you will give to me when you arrive. No phone, no outside contact, unless I say it is okay. Understand?"

I thought over her words, and nodded. Sure, this was a lot of control to have over another person, but that's what I signed up for.

"What is your bra size, please give me your measurements I'd like to pick some things out for you in the future."

I looked around, trying to find something to write them down on. I pressed my lips tight together, still unsure if she wanted to let me talk.

"Heh, it's okay, Brooke, you can speak when I ask you a direct question."

"Oh sorry, I didn't know..."

I was blushing again, but I gave her all my sizes. She smiled to herself, a smile that could only mean she had something planned.

"You are to call me 'Ma am' or 'Mistress,' using my name would be very disrespectful. If I choose, I will call you by name, or 'pet,' or anything else I decide." She stopped for a moment. "Actually, I'll lift your speaking restriction, until I say otherwise. If you have a question, you may speak up. I expect you to let me know when you're hungry, thirsty, or have any other needs."

She paused, looking at me to speak.

"Okay," I said, pondering her words. Suddenly, I corrected myself, "I mean, yes Ma'am."