Puppy Girl Ch. 09

"Yeah... I guess I feel that too." I reflected, and then added, "Thank you so much for having me, you did take good care of me."

"Of course," she said, beaming. "That's my job. Your job is to let me take care of you."

I started to head out the door.

"Brooke? Are you forgetting something?"

I turned around.

"The collar, honey; It's still on." She chuckled.

I turned beet red, I had almost forgotten it was still on me. I touched it; it felt... right.

"I'm pretty sure others might have questions about it, so we will be keeping it here." I stepped back, and turned around, and felt her hands slowly unclasp it, and it slid off my neck. I caught it, and held it thoughtfully in my hands, before returning it to her.

"Now, you may leave," she said, still smiling.

I smiled back, although it left my face quickly. I stepped out the door, and it closed behind me. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and I turned my head over my shoulder, looking back at what had been my home for the last 24 hours. I stepped into my car, and on auto-pilot, made my way home.

I walked in the door, and heard Andrea call me from the couch.

"Hey! Where've you been today? Sorry I missed you last night, I got in super late."

I smiled: she didn't know I'd spent the night away.

"Yeah, I'm assisting Dr. Donnely with lesson plans and things; I'll get some credit and a good recommendation from her."

"Oh that's cool, isn't she great?"

I breathed a sigh of relief; I thought I was going to be interrogated much more than just that. I climbed the stairs, physically and mentally exhausted. I still felt sore, but the complete, wholesome feeling I had, just an hour ago, was now gone. Now that I was in my familiar surroundings, everything felt a little emptier. Did I really crave submission that much, did I crave her that much?

I sighed, and tried to dig into my books. I still had obligations in my classes, but it was really hard to focus. I clambered on unproductively for the rest of the night, slowly getting my minimum done, to justify falling asleep. As spent as I was, my mind was still going on all cylinders. I thought of her, what I felt, her amazing body, her authoritative voice. I fell asleep, knowing that I'd be dreaming of her.

The week trudged on, and I hadn't heard from Dr. Donnely if we were on for this weekend again. It didn't help that I had a big paper assigned, but I struggled to make any headway with it. Thursday morning, I sent her a text,

*I am available again this weekend, if you would like me to come over again, also, do you have any time to talk, maybe lunch?*

A little while later came her reply:

*This weekend is good for me, although I won't be giving you my full attention the whole time. I have plenty I need to get done. No, I have a full schedule today, but I will see you tomorrow.*

Another came in minutes later:

*Let's plan for 8:30PM, make sure you bring your schoolwork; you need to be productive in our downtime. You will not be allowed your phone, so please let others know you will be unreachable.*

She sounded so bossy, but I guessed I had just interrupted a busy day for her. I didn't know how I could get anything done: if I had my tail in, and was constantly turned on like I had been But her instructions were her instructions.

Andrea surprised me as soon as I walked through the door, squeezing me in a tight hug.

"I'm an aunt!" she exclaimed! "My sister-in-law just had their first, his name's Tony! I have to go see them this weekend; can you take care of Jude?"

I nodded, "That's amazing! Um, I might be gone for big chunks of time, can you plan to have someone else swing by to take him out, at least Saturday?"

She frowned, "Well I guess so, what are you going to be doing, that keeps you so busy?"

"Me and Dr. Donnely are going to be working all weekend, and I'm not sure what times I'll be around..."

"Okay, okay, well we have to figure something out, or get somebody to come by Saturday night. Wait, that's my brother calling now! Gotta go, byeeeee!"

She bounded into her room, still giddy. How was I going to take care of Jude? I guess I could call somebody, but I didn't want to. I loved our weekends together, but that meant canceling with Dr. Donnely, or having to leave a few times. And I really, really didn't want to do that.

I sat upstairs, and sent her a message:

*Can you talk? I might have a problem*

I didn't get a response, until much later, and I heard my phone buzz. It was her.

"Brooke? What's the problem?"

"It's Andrea, she's going out of town, and assumed I would take care of her dog, and I sort of agreed to. I'm trying to have someone come take care of him, but I don't know how to answer when they ask me why I can't..."

"Hmmm," She paused. I couldn't hear the inflection in her voice, and I was worried she'd be mad.

"What about a pet hotel?" She asked, finally speaking. "There's one on the far side of town, you can pick him up after we finish Sunday. "

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea, how do I propose it?" I was asking her for everything, even what to say...

"Hmm, tell her you feel bad you can't take care of him, and you want to make sure he's pampered. Tell her it's a thank you gift, for something."

"O-, Okay, yeah... that'll work."

"I'd be happy to pay for it, if that frees you up for the weekend. Shall I meet you there, before you come over? Say, 7:30?"

Good god, there was no arguing with this woman.

"Okay, that would be great... We'll meet you there..."

I told Andrea, convincing her that I felt terrible that I couldn't hang out with him, and that it was something nice I could do for her and Jude. She seemed convinced. The next day, she was gone early in the morning, and dog-duties were on me.

As agreed, I put Jude in the car, drove out to the Pet-Hotel place. I wondered if it was a successful business, catering to people who needed a place for their dogs for a weekend. Dr. Donnely was there, dressed in her business attire. I'd have to make sure to not let Jude get any hair on her.

She greeted the dog, and then me, and we went inside. The people were very friendly, and Jude seemed happy to be handed over, sniffing all the new smells. Dr. Donnely paid for it all and sorted out all the paperwork, and I looked around, found myself drifting through their pet supply store.

Dr. Donnely came over too, to the clerk behind the desk. She glanced at me, and then turned to the man behind the counter.

"Evening, I just got a new puppy, and I'm looking for different ways of discipline and training, what do you have for that?"

"Sure, right this way, let me show you."

She beckoned me to follow, and I turned red with embarrassment, realizing it was me she was talking about.

"You've gotchur squirt bottles here, that'll do it if they don't like getting wet."

"Oh no, that won't do. My puppy is always wet, and it seems like she enjoys it a lot."

I was going to die from embarrassment, and my face was going to be permanently dyed red.

"Well, there's shock collars, but if you don't want that, we got this lil prod, sends a shock too. Nuthin too painful, but it'll get their attention."

"Hm, interesting," She considered. "Sure, I'll take that."

"Need any chew toys, or balls, or anything? Them young ones really like to play."

"Oh no, thank you. We have plenty of toys, I'm sure she'll be plenty occupied."

She was teasing me, right in front of this oblivious man. I didn't say a word; my eyes were glued to the floor. She was so nonchalant about the entire purchase, and I guessed that the clerk was none the wiser. But she was grinning at me, knowing I heard every word of her double entendre conversation. I couldn't help but smile shyly back; it was a little funny...

"I'll see you back at my house," was all she said, before tearing off in her car.

She must be a speedster, because when I finally made it there, her car was already parked inside the garage. I took a deep breath; everything had been moving so fast, and I had been so preoccupied with getting Jude's arranged, I had forgotten that I was about to go back to being her submissive. Was it really a switch I had to turn on and off, or was I being transformed into someone else?

I didn't spend any more time thinking, and I got out, taking small steps until I knocked on her door. She opened it, and beckoned me inside. She wasn't one for small talk, she instructed me to my room, and to put on her intended outfit. I nodded, and left to comply.

I wondered if all of our weekends would be like this, an obvious sexual charge, and always something new to experiment or endure. Inside my room, I found a sexy looking black dress, cut lower in front, with a lot of leg showing. As I sized it up, it barely hung to cover my ass and pussy, and was very tight, completely form fitting. It was a little shiny, and had a zipper running from top to the bottom, straight down the middle. That would make it easy to get out of, I supposed. A pair of lacy black panties was with it, so I slid them up my legs quickly.

I didn't see my tail around, and I pouted a little. As much as it was uncomfortable, I loved the way it looked, and it gave me a strong puppy self-image. Maybe tomorrow...

I didn't want to keep her waiting any longer. I was assembled, and I bent to my hands and knees, and crawled out. My legs rubbed up against one another, and I was quickly reminded how easily excitable I could be. I hoped I would get some relief tonight, it was torture having to wait all week, but my orgasms had been so much more fulfilling here.

"Come here pup, it's been a while since I've had a pretty little thing to dress up; let's see how you look."

I paraded for her, feeling a little more pride, and a little less embarrassment than I was expecting. She leaned down to graze the fabric as I passed by, and the tight material let me feel her fingers just like I was naked. Gracefully, she traced underneath, and deliberately, she pressed two fingers into my panty-covered pussy. I wasn't surprised; I was already wet, and what, I had been here 15 minutes?

"Eager as ever girl," she purred. "I think you might have a tricky time with what we have planned tonight..."

She produced a small vibrator, and pushed it inside me, switching it on. It buzzed slowly, but it felt like it was making all my insides vibrate along with it. My panties held it tightly inside, and I squirmed, just testing, and I shuddered with how good it felt.

"No cumming, now. I have some training we will be going over. You are to pay 100% attention to me. Ignore the pussy between your legs, it's mine anyway," she commanded.

"Y-yes... Mistress..." I agreed.

For the next hour, she went very in-depth into how a sub was to act around her master. I crawled behind her, always a step behind. I received instruction on everything: how to speak softly and politely, acceptable eye contact, and even learned I was to keep my breathing quiet as to not disturb my Dom.

And I had the worst learning distraction ever, a vibrating nuisance between my thighs. I ached with throbbing need, and it took every fiber of my resolve not to sneak a rub when she wasn't looking. But I was compliant, answering everything she quizzed me on quickly. Even worse, though, the vibrator starting oscillating speeds. She must have either set it, or have been controlling it somehow, but it constantly reminded me of its presence.

"I'm not going to need to tie you up, am I pet?" she warned.

I almost wanted to endure that delicious-sounding punishment, but I had a higher priority to be obedient to her. She instructed me on different poses for a sub. One, I was on my knees, spread widely, arms held behind my back, pushing my chest out. We did one while on all fours, elbow together, head down, and ass raised up in the air. Every position I tried to ingrain in my memory, blocking the shame from being displayed so lewdly.

Every minute my desire was burning, until I reached a point where I thought I was cumming, and I stopped. I clenched every muscle in my core, and she noticed my discomfort.

"Pet? Is something wrong?"

"I... I'm trying..." I stammered. "Trying my hardest... not to cum Miss..."

Her devilish grin was back, "Oh how forgetful of me, that thing is still inside of you. Here, let me fix that."

She leaned down, and dipped her fingers beneath my panties. I was relieved; I thought she was going to pull it out, but the next thing I felt was the toy turned way higher, buzzing loudly, and I cried out, shocked and surprised by the burst of stimulation. I groaned, knowing I wouldn't be able to suppress my impending climax.

"Oh you poor, little thing, it must be so hard for you to control yourself."

She was whispering in my ear, sounding as husky as she was quiet. My legs started shaking, and I couldn't contain it for another second.

"Mistress, I can't help it... I'm gonna cum!" I proclaimed.

"I know... Do it." She replied, tweaking a nipple in the process.

I had an earth-shattering orgasm, bringing me to the edge of unconsciousness. When I came to, my legs had given out, and she was stroking me.

"Good girl, you lasted a lot longer than I was expecting, especially since this was your first orgasm this week." She paused. "This WAS your first orgasm, wasn't it? You haven't touched yourself without permission, have you?"

"No, Mistress, not at all..."

She studied me for a minute, as if to ascertain the truth.

"Good."

The rest of the night felt almost... normal. We made dinner: she led, instructing me on how to help, but there was idle conversation too. She told me about a couple of her trips to the Rockies with her brother, I recounted my favorite family vacation. With all the sexy games going on, I didn't know if there was going to be this kind of personal connection, but here we were, getting to know the little things.

We ate, and cleaned, and spent the night watching a movie. I didn't get to sit on the couch with her, but I sat alongside her legs, and every so often she would pet or play with my hair. I allowed myself to really relax, enjoying her company. Everything had been so sexually charged up until this point, but now that we were well into our arrangement, I guess we could start becoming a little bit more like a regular couple.

Our movie ended, and she stretched.

"Are you tired, pet, or eager as ever?" She questioned.

"Whatever you would like Mistress, is good for me," I said genuinely.

"Mmm, good answer. You are developing quite nicely." She complimented. "But I've had a really long day, and I think I would prefer to go to bed. That means you too, we have all day tomorrow..."

I tried to hide my disappointment, but I wouldn't mind trying to go to bed too. I played servant to her again; I brought her a night-robe, helped her undress and redress for bed, and brought her a glass of water. I stood at attention, and then she dismissed me. I departed, trying to figure out how I felt about that: about being at her beck and call for any chore she requested. I guess I didn't feel that strongly against it, I just didn't realize that I was assumed to do that along with my sexual submissive role.

Of course, then I thought back to all the orgasms I'd had from her, and how rewarding and completely mind-blowing they had been. Maybe that was going to make it all worth it? She hadn't told me if I was to sleep in my outfit, or to put it away. God, I hated having to making decisions now, especially if she might be disappointed with them.

I ended up taking it off, and making my bed with a pair of blankets. Naked, I padded around, (very dog like of me) and finally curled up, thinking of my Mistress, and anticipating the next day. Drowsiness came faster than I was expecting, and soon, my busy mind quieted, and I drifted off to sleep.