Chapter 12: Alternate Ending 1

Late Saturday afternoon:

After the stadium ceremony, Mistress Stacey drove us to her house to blow off steam, well, the Mistresses to blow off steam. And us? To have sex and satisfy our Mistresses of course. The Mistresses and us took our uniforms off, and they sat down in the living room, pulling their legs back. We got in our familiar position on our hands and knees and started licking their hot, most, teen cunts. With our heads buried between their lovely thighs, the Mistresses laughed and recounted the days events, who did what and made comments about the other teams. Mistress Stacey called time and we switched cunts. The Mistresses tried their best not to cum and at times the conversation stopped as they concentrated on our tongues. Fuck it felt good to know the pressure was off.

After 30 minutes of the most wonderful tasting cunts, I took Mistress Zoe’s hand and led her upstairs to a spare bedroom. We sat on the edge of the bed looking at each other. She cleared her throat and spit on the side of my face. I wiped her spit into my mouth and spit back, landing it her forehead. For the next ten minutes we spit on each other, then French kissed, then licked up each others spit. Mistress Zoe attached her dildo and laid back on the bed, I scooted over her hips and impaled myself on it, then leaned down and kissed Mistress Zoe.

I could hear Mistress downstairs whipping someone, it sounded like Cricket, working herself up for good sex. I could hear the others grunting and groaning. Mistress Stacey and Barb stopped in the doorway watching us, then went into the master bedroom across the hall.

When Mistress and I got home later that evening, the house was empty and I was secretly relieved: I knew they had watched the competition in the stands and I had been anxious about how they and Helen would react. They would be happy obviously, but they would be wondering if things would go back to the way they were before the competition.

“You look dog tired, pet,” Mistress said and then giggled at her choice of words.

I laughed, and then stopped. “I’ve been meaning to ask Mistress, it didn’t bother you that I didn’t tell you about Caesar?”

“No,” she said softly, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me close. “I already knew.”

“You knew!?”

“You forgot about the cameras.”

Of course, the fucking cameras, I thought I was being sneaky, but I also didn’t know where all the cameras were. She must have seen everything. “Then why didn’t you say anything ... this afternoon ... when they asked for a volunteer?”

“Because it had to be your decision. If I had told you, it would have been mine.” She stepped back and looked up at me. “I would never have forced you to do something you didn’t want to do.” My heart melted, I leaned forward and we kissed. “I’m glad you did it pet, glad you made the right decision.”

Sunday morning:

I was woken up the next morning by something sliding gently into my anus. As I came to, I looked over my shoulder: my legs were spread out wantonly and Mistress was kneeling between them, finger fucking me slowly. I moaned and she looked up at me and giggled.

“You’re anus is so sexy pet,” she said, withdrawing her finger and wiping it on my left ass cheek.

“What time is it Mistress?” I asked, noticing for the first time that she was dressed.

“8:30 pet. Get up, shower and get dressed. We have that meeting at the Mayor’s office at 10:30.”

I groaned. I had slept solidly, my dreams filled with cunts. It was a meeting of the organizing committee, to hand out the college certificates and have our first round of interviews.

As I got out of bed and stretch, Mistress looked seriously at me. “I want to ask you something important first.” She paused and smiled. “The competition is over now. You don’t have to call me Mistress anymore, I won’t call you pet anymore. You’re free. You can go back to being your old self, to being my mom again.”

I stared at her. “But...”

“Think about it, but take a shower first and get dressed” she said quickly. “and meet me downstairs.” She kissed me quickly and then walked out of the room.

As I walked into the bathroom, I thought, free? My old self? I had almost forgotten who my old self was. I was Kathy Woods, a housewife married to Bill, with one daughter, Angie. Except I wasn’t any more. I was Mistress’s pet, a pet who exposed herself in the most wanton depraved way in front of thousands of people and millions more around the world, who was fucked by a Great Dane, and howled like the bitch she was.

And fucking loved it.

I don’t know how long I had known deep down that I had changed, but I knew it now. The old, respectable Kathy Woods was long gone: I wanted to be a slut, a whore, a bitch, but most of all, I wanted to be Mistress’s pet, to belong to her, to let her use me as she wanted, to please her.

I stood there in the deliciously warm shower, examining my body and fingering myself lazily under the stream of water. I even pissed, watching it fall from between my legs and down the drain. Pissing my old life away I giggled.

It was only after I got out that I noticed it, Mistress’s gift in the toilet bowl, the yellow water. My heart melted and I lapped up the water greedily, still amazed that the bitter tangy taste made me so wet, but no longer ashamed of my depravity. I used the toilet myself then returned to the bedroom.

I knew what my answer would be.

I stood there in the kitchen doorway, on my hands and knees, with my puppy girl uniform on. Mistress looked up from the kitchen island and smiled.

“Arf, arf!” I smiled and wagged my tail.

Mistress Stacey pulled up out front in the truck. It was a rental truck that had carried us to the competition yesterday and now we’re on our way to the Mayor’s office. The truck would have to be returned later today. Coach Wagner was in an SUV behind the truck, she was driving the other Mistresses.

The Mistresses had their uniforms on and we had our puppy girl uniforms. Stacey pulled into the parking lot, as she did so, reporters and news teams came running over to the truck shouting questions. Mistress Stacey and Coach Wagner stopped to talk to them as the others got us off the truck. I was surprised as there were what looked like several hundred or more people including the press between us and the county building.

A half-hour later we managed to make it to the front door of the building where security cleared a path for us to enter. In the Mayor’s office, everyone was there. The competition committee, Dr Asshole, Tina and Betty, Jessica from Teen News, she had exclusive rights to the ceremony. There were loads of photographers and TV cameras. We lined up in the sit position next to our Mistress.

The mayor gave her speech, then the organizing committee president, then Dr Asshole, who went on about how a woman can be trained to do anything. Finally the certificates were handed out. The focus was on the Mistresses as they received their awards. I couldn’t help but smile: after all we had been through.

Mistress knelt next to me and showed me the award. I looked down at the certificate. Under the fancy heading of the Board of Elders, it read, “Certificate of Sporting Excellence, awarded to Angie Woods, member of the Intercourse team, upon their victory in the Cherish Valley Puppy Girl Competition.”

Below that was written in red, “This certificate entitles the holder to automatic entry, upon successfully graduating from high school, to a university of their choice in Cherish Valley at the full scholarship level. In addition, an annual stipend of $5,000 is awarded for expenses related to attendance.”

Below this were the signatures of the mayor and the competition committee and the date. I looked up at Mistress’s beaming face. I stared with amazement and pride at my Mistress’s and felt myself welling up.

Mrs. Renshaw, from the competition committee, said the competition had been so successful and raised so much money from the spectators and TV coverage that they will continue with the competition next year.

Afterward we sat for an interview with Tina and Betty and they wanted to do a reality program about us, all of us. Both were so naughty. Tina wasn’t wearing any panties and she kept opening and closing her legs and saying naughty things to us. It made me all horny. She leaned over to Mistress and asked her if I would show her how to fuck a dog. I blushed as the camera zoomed in on me.

Betty told Coach Wagner that Bikini Bottom was interested in her coaching their team next year and that she could name her price. I’m sure Zip Down and Climax will come up with offers for her, so Intercourse better come up with a way to keep her.

After that, there was a reception and Mistress fed me from her hand. We had to push our way through the fans and reporters on our way to the truck. Microphones thrust in our faces, questions being shouted, fans wanting autographs, it was mayhem.

Bill, Ida and Helen were at home when we came in the front door. I was still in my uniform as Mistress sat down on the couch. I got in my sit position next to her.

“Is there going to be another competition next year?” Helen’s excited voice surprised us. She had been sitting silently, staring at Mistress with adoration, but now she was suddenly animated.

Mistress smiled. “Yes, the committee said that this year was so good that they are going to do it every year from now on.”

“Does that mean that you can do it again?” Helen asked, getting up and walking towards me.

“No. Next year there have to be new Mistresses because we have already got our certificates.”

“Do there have to be new puppy girls?” Helen asked eagerly as she petted my head and I smiled up at her. I could smell her teen cunt.

Mistress thought for a moment. “Yes, I think so. It has to be mothers and their daughters, like it was this year.”

“Oh,” Helen sighed and I saw her shoulders slump.

“What’s the matter sweetheart,” Ida asked.

“Nothing,” she replied in a flat voice.

I got on all fours and sniffed her rear. Helen giggled, she wasn’t wearing panties under her Denim shorts. I had a sudden vision of earlier, looking up at it as she lowered her lovely cunt onto my mouth, and I felt myself moisten.

“You want to be in the competition next year?” asked Mistress.

Helen looked at me. “Yes. I want to be a Mistress like you and I wanted Baby Girl to be my pet! I want to be all cool like you and the other Mistresses.”

I pressed my nose into her crotch, ‘hmm, lovely,’ I smiled to myself.

“That’s cool, but sorry, the rules are pretty tight about that,” Mistress replied.

For a little while there was silence and then Mistress giggled. “You can be a Mistress if you want to, Helen,” she said. We both turned to look at her. “Your mom can be your puppy girl!”

A look of horror crossed Ida’s face and she opened her mouth to speak but Bill gave her a look.

“That would be so cool,” Helen cried imploringly, letting go of my neck and looking at her mother. “Will you be my puppy girl?”

Ida looked at her daughter, horror now replaced by desperation. “I...”

“Of course she will,” Mistress interrupted glaring at Ida. “She loves you very much and she would never even dream of letting you down, would you Ida?”

She looked daggers at Mistress and I barked, “Arf, arf!”

Mistress giggled again. “If you get selected for the team next year, you could have Baby Girl to help you train her.”

“Arf, arf!” I smiled.

“Well fuck,” Bill said. “First I lose Kathy to this sport, now I might lose my girlfriend to this damn sport.”

“Think of our future dad,” smiled Mistress.

I had yawned slightly theatrically and told Mistress that I was going to have a shower and get ready for bed and asked her to come and kiss me goodnight when she came up, and she smiled and nodded, but when I glanced back at her from the door, her smile had faded.

I paused as I passed Helen’s room but heard nothing. I didn’t know where Caesar was, hell, I hadn’t seen him since the competition.

I showered quickly and then put on my puppy girl uniform, checking in the mirror that it looked just perfect. I wagged my tail and moaned as I felt it moving in my anus, realizing how much a part of me it had become. I tiptoed into Mistress’s room and placed a single red rose on her bed along with her strap-on and the card I had written: it had a heart on the front and inside, ‘Baby Girl’s anus will always belong to her beloved Mistress’. I fetched Mistress Riding Crop from the cupboard and then, with a final check, assumed the sit position next to Mistress’s bed and waited.

Time seemed to slow down as I sat there, dizzy with anticipation. I tuned in with all my senses, listening for the slightest movement downstairs or the faintest scent, but all I could hear was my heart thumping and all I could smell was my own arousal. I waggled my bottom experimentally and felt the slipperiness between my thighs.

At last I heard a noise downstairs and then Mistress coming up, but when she reached the top, she went to my bedroom instead of her own and I heard her call out, “Pet?” I know I could have waited, that she would have come back eventually, but the excitement and anticipation were too much for me.

“Arf! Arf!” I barked and quickly put the riding crop in my mouth.

Mistress appeared almost at once in the doorway and stopped dead. She stared at me uncertainly. “Are you sure? I know you made up your mind this morning, but,” she stopped.

I dropped Miss Riding Crop and padded slowly over to her, wagging my tail. As I did so, my gawd, my anus felt stretched and wonderful. “Baby Girl knows that she never wants to go back to what she was. She belongs to Mistress, now; she is Mistress’s bitch, her anus belongs to her, and she wants to be for as long as Mistress wants her.”

I watched Mistress’s expression slowly change from concern to what could only be described as joy. “Oh pet!” she cried, grabbing me around my neck and hugging me against her young body. “Are you sure?”

“Baby Girl has never been so sure of anything in her life, Mistress.” I said firmly.

Suddenly she stepped away. “I need to get ready for bed,” she said in the commanding voice I had become accustomed to. “Go into your bedroom and wait until I call you.”

I wagged my tail as hard as I could and bounded out of the room and I could swear I heard her giggle as I ran past her. In my bedroom, I waited, my senses tuned, my heart racing and my thighs slippery with excitement. I heard Angie go into the bathroom and then about five minutes later, back into her bedroom. It seemed like ages before anything happened but then I heard her call, “Baby Girl! Come here!”

I took a deep breath, my arms and legs shaking with anticipation. I scampered to Mistress’s room, my tail held high.

This time it was my turn to gasp. She was standing waiting for me, hands on hips, wearing a tight t-shirt and a pleated skirt that fell just below her crotch. Written across the front of her top were the words, “Wet Cunt”, her teen breasts swelling out the material and her nipples clearly erect. But is wasn’t simply that that made me gasp: it was also the scent. Her essence seemed to fill the room.

“Sit!” she commanded, walking up and stopping right in front of me, so close that the hem of her skirt was almost touching my nose. “You’ve been a very good pet,” she said, stroking the back of my head and behind my ears. She seemed to stroke me harder, pushing my head forward until my nose slipped under the hem and touched against her panties. Oh gawd, they were saturated!

She giggled and pulled back teasingly. “Naughty girl!” she said playfully. “I.m very pleased that you got ready for me but I need to check that your condition is good. Heel!”

I stood on my four legs and she ran her hand slowly down my back, underneath me and back up. Her hand reached my tits and she quickly found my nipples, rolling them and squeezing them between her fingers, sending delicious signals directly to my clit. She moved further down my body to my tail, rocking it back and forth so that it massaged the sensitive ring of muscle around my anus.

“Did the judges hurt you yesterday, when they examined your cunt?” she asked, with a hint of laughter.

“No Mistress.”

“Mmmm,” she said as if she was considering what to do. “I think I had better check, just in case. There might have been some bruising.”

I felt her breath on my wet thighs and heard her giggle. Oh fuck! I was so wet. I could imagine what I must have looked like.

“You look rather swollen,” she said as if she was a doctor. Her finger touched me just above my clit and then rubbed gently around my slippery lips, and I moaned, knowing how close I was. “Hmmm. Well your cunt seems okay, but I think I had better check inside.”

Oh fuck! This was just like the examination round yesterday, except this was my Mistress and I knew that I couldn’t resist her. Two fingers slid into my drenched hole, wiggling against the walls and sending electric shocks through me. Then, as her fingers reached their full depth, her thumb pressed hard against my swollen clit and I came. The pleasure spread like a wave through me and I groaned through my clenched teeth as my cunt spasmed and spurted around her fingers.

Eventually I felt her pull out and I panted, the sensations still echoing through my body.

“Well everything seems to be alright,” Mistress said teasingly. She walked back in front of me and held out two fingers, glistening with my cum. “Clean them, Baby Girl.”

I leaned in and took them into my mouth, tasting my musky flavor, and she walked over to the riding crop which I had dropped earlier. She had her back to me and she bent down slowly and deliberately, keeping her legs straight. Her short skirt lifted to show her beautiful bottom, the string of her thong cutting between her buttocks. They were parted enough to show that deliciously darker shadow of the skin around her anus, like a corona around a dark star.

“Why did you fetch Miss Riding Crop?” Mistress asked when she stood up.

I swallowed. A little part of my brain, the part that wasn’t swamped by lust and need, remembered that dark night and the pain I felt when she beat me with the riding crop, but I also remembered how aroused it had made her. It was then that she understood for the first time that I was willing to submit myself completely to her control because I loved her so much, and I wanted to do that again, to show her that although the competition was over, nothing had changed between us, that if it excited her, she could do anything she wanted to me.

“Baby Girl needs to be punished, Mistress,” I said in a whisper.

I noticed the expression on her face change. “Why is that?”

“Baby Girl has naughty thoughts Mistress.”

“What are these thoughts?”

I took a deep breath. “Baby Girl loves the threesome with Bill and Ida.”

Her eyebrows raised but there was also amusement in her eyes. “That’s very naughty!” she said with mock sternness. “Was there anything else?”

“Baby Girl wants Helen to fuck her and she wants to sleep with her.”

“Have you talked to Helen about this?”

I hung my head shamefully. “I want to get your permission first.”

She said nothing for a few moments but the flush of color rising in her face and neck gave away her intention, and I knew that she understood the game we were playing. “You’re right, pet, you have been very bad and you need to be punished. Fuck it, pet, yes you can fuck Helen and sleep with her,” She paused. “Take everything off and kneel down in front of me, ass up!”

I rushed to obey her, stripping off my uniform and then kneeling, my head on the ground, my ass pointing up at her, my heart thumping in my chest and my clit. I could hear her breathing heavily behind me and the riding crop swishing through the air as she took some practice swings.

“I’m going to give you six strokes with Miss Riding Crop. Remember that after each stroke you must thank her.” There was a pause, then she added, “I am only doing this for your own good.”

SMACK! Fuck that stung! “Thank you Miss Riding Crop,” I gasped, feeling the stinging heat on my buttocks.

SMACK! Shit! That seemed harder. “Thank you Miss Riding Crop.”

“You know I don’t like having to punish you like this...” Mistress’s voice was strained and the scent of her grew stronger.

SMACK! I yelped. “Thank you Miss Riding Crop.” My bottom felt as if it was on fire. Was that harder or had she hit me in the same place as one of the other strikes?

“ ... but sometimes you can be such a stupid bitch...”

SMACK! I heard her grunt with effort as she brought down the crop and pain shot through my ass, but that wasn’t the only thing that made me cry out: my clit had begun to throb. “Thank you Miss Riding Crop,” I sobbed.

“ ... and this is the only way I can make you learn...”

SMACK! I moaned with pain and growing sensations of pleasure. “Thank you Miss Riding Crop.” What the fuck was happening to me?

SMACK! Jesus Christ! I cried with pain, my body knocked forward by the force, as if she wanted to make the most of the last one. “Thank you Miss Riding Crop,” I gasped.

I felt her hand gently stroke my ass, her fingers seemingly tracing the welts made by the crop, and then her lips kissed them softly. “Stand up Baby Girl,” she said quietly and I stood back up on all fours. “If you want me to carry on being your Mistress, you must learn to behave.” She walked around in front of me and raised my chin with the end of the riding crop. “Is there anything else you need to tell me?”

I looked at her flushed face. We both knew we were playing a game, but I could see the lust burning in her eyes. There was lust in mine too, but it was a different kind that I was only just beginning to understand: I loved Angie so much that I wanted to submit to anything she asked of me, even if it caused me pain, and tonight for the first time, that very pain aroused me.

“Yes Mistress.”

She stared at me for a moment. “What?”

I drew a deep breath. I knew what was coming, the gift I was going to give her, and felt myself creaming. “Baby Girl has already had fun with Helen,” I whispered, watching her reaction. We both knew that she had given me her permission to play with Helen, but I needed her to keep this perverted game going.

“How?” she asked, her voice catching.

“Baby Girl played with her anus and then got her to do the same to me,” I said, abandoning the correct format in the heat of the moment.