Chapter 2: Wednesday First Practice

Mrs Cindy Spanner, Peaches: Stacey 16
Mrs Mary Johnson, Cricket: Megan 15
Kathy Woods, Baby Girl: Angie 14
Barbara Lane, Foofu: Zoe 14
Maggie Hart, Coco: Karen, 14

Wednesday first practice:

I woke up Wednesday morning horny needing cock, but Bill had left for work early. He was still somewhat pissed from yesterday. The local news had somehow gotten our names for the puppy girl sport. Somebody at the school leaked the names I imagine. I had phone calls from the local TV station and the Intercourse news website, the school district news website, but I didn’t answer the calls. I really didn’t know what to make of it all, everything was moving so fast. I did feel somewhat proud of the fact that I was on the team and that I would helping Angie.

But this morning I was nervous, today was our first practice. I was trying to breathe normally but my insides were all tingly.

I drove into the parking lot of the White Redeemer church. There were about a dozen cars in the parking lot. As I turned the car off I rubbed my palms together, they were sweaty. Angie had a big smile on her face as she got out of the car and I was wet with anticipation of the first practice. The other four mothers and daughters were standing outside the church building. I walk up to my friend Cindy Spanner and kiss her on the cheek and turn to Mary Johnson and we kiss each other’s cheek.

I didn’t know the other two women, Barb Lane and Maggie Hart. We introduced ourselves. Barb and Maggie look just as nervous as us.

Angie, Stacey Spanner, and Megan Johnson were standing off to one side. It was kind of awkward as Zoe Lane and Karen Hart, stood next to their mothers. The girl’s kind of said “Hey” to each as their mothers introduced them.

So there we were standing outside the church building wondering who would be the first to walk inside. Cindy looked at us and said. “So are we all ready to do this?” she had a nervous look on her face.

I rubbed my sweaty hands down the side of my skirt. “As ready as I’ll ever be I think,” I smiled.

“Well,” said Mary. “Let’s do this. Let’s see what this all about.”

So we filed into the conference room at the White Redeemer church. It was 10am and Coach Wagner was waiting for her team to arrive.

“Thank you, for agreeing to the competition, this is a great day for your daughters, the school and the valley. I know that you have not taken this decision lightly and I commend you for that. I also take it that you are all stay at home mom’s? Good, we don’t need distractions.”

She looked at us with a serious look. “I just want to let you know that it was not me who leaked your names yesterday. In fact, the school district is looking into it, but they believe that somebody had hacked into the district database and stole your names.”

We just nodded our heads. Nothing we can do about it now I thought.

I looked around the room and notice it was empty of chairs and tables. Coach Wagner paced back and forth in front of us holding a clip board. “Let’s go around the room here, tell us your name, your daughter’s name, your educational background and if you participated in any sports. You first,” the coach said pointing at Maggie Hart.

“I am Mrs Hart, Maggie Hart and my daughter is Karen. I was an attorney in the female persecutor’s office. As you all probably know being a female attorney in the persecutor’s office you don’t need any experience or training so I could persecute girls and women for minor infractions of the law.” Maggie smiled at the group of women and girls. Coach Wagner was taking notes on her clip board.

“Are you any good at it? I mean persecuting women?” the coach asked looking up from her clip board.

“Not really.” We all laughed. “I mean, I went to the hanging academy and got a degree in knot tying with a minor in measuring.”

“Measuring? What is that?”

“It is where the woman is properly measured for hanging, you know, her toes when pointing straight down have to be one inch from the floor, that sort of thing,” Maggie replied nodding her head.

“Okay, so from the hanging academy you didn’t get a job with the county hanging office?”

“No, they had an over abundance of girls like me just out of the academy. So I went next door and applied for a place on the female persecutor team working for Judge Judy Snyder (ed. Note: Character from the Faculty Adviser story line).

“So, you really don’t have any experience trying female cases?” smiled the coach.

“Not when I first joined, no.” We all laughed again, Maggie laughed also. “But now I have experience. I mean, on the female persecution team, we look at all female cases as guilty because women are guilty of something, so it’s a pretty easy job plus I like working for Judge Snyder.”

“So what sport in high school did you letter in that allowed you to get into the hanging academy?”

“Nude gymnastics, we won the all around team competition my junior year,” Maggie sound proudly as she stood up straight.

“Very well, and you?” The coach asked as she turned to Mary Johnson.

“I am Mrs Mary Johnson and this is my daughter Megan. I am a stay at home mother and I am so nervous about being here.”

“Don’t be, Mrs Johnson,” replied Coach Wagner. “We’re all females here, go on.”

“Well, I didn’t try out for any sports in high school, my father told me I was was too dumb and not athletic enough,” Mary said with an embarrassed look. Megan rubbed her mother’s shoulder. “So I didn’t even try.”

“So what did you do?”

“I dropped out of school at the tenth grade and went to work at the Purple Bottom club as a serving hostess, fell in love with the night manager, at least I thought I did.” She laughed at this. “And we got married, so I stayed at home when Megan was born.”

“Thank you, Mrs Johnson. Okay and you?”

I gulped as the coach was pointing at me. “I am Mrs Kathy Woods and this is my daughter is Angie. I am a stay at home mom, but sometimes I help out my neighbor who runs the neighborhood prostitution ring.”

“Ah, one of the best ways to make a lot of money,” smiled the coach.

“Yes, but I only help out when needed.” I looked embarrassed, I just knew it.

“What do you do when you do help out?”

“Generally, I answer the phone, text messages and online inquiries about the services she provides.”

“So where is your neighbor during this time that you have to help out?”

“People or businesses call her for service and so she will take however many women and girls with her and drop them off at locations around the valley where they are needed and then pick them up afterwards.”

“Is the demand very great?”

“Oh yes, they are used at office parties, sometimes her female neighbors who aren’t part of the ring are at these office parties, which makes things awkward. Others call for service at their home, even though she offers rooms at her house, most adults just don’t want to be seen using the service.”

“Great, so what sport did you play in high school?”

“I waited until my senior year to play a sport. I joined the coed nude soccer team. We won only one game that year,” I replied smiling weakly.

“Thank you, Mrs Woods. Next mother and you are?” the coach asked pointing at Cindy.

“I am Mrs Cindy Spanner and this is my daughter is Stacey. Before I got married, I worked for the Intercourse maintenance department as the office pimp coordinator,” Cindy paused and looked at me. “I think I have used your neighbour’s service before Kathy, for some of our holiday parties.”

“What does an office pimp coordinator do?”

“I schedule our female employees for sex with our male employees. Sometimes I set up office sex parties and other times I go to the high school to finds girls for weekend parties. It was a lot of fun while I was working there.”

“I’m sure it was, so what sports did you play in school?”

“I played nude handball. We won the Valley individual championship my sophomore year.”

“What finishing school did you attend after high school?”

“I actually lucked out. I went to the Huntington academy and got my degree in office pimping and was hired right out of school by the city.”

“Thank you Mrs Spanner. Last one,” the coach said pointing at Barb.

“I am Mrs Barbara Lane. Everybody just calls me, Barb. This is my daughter Zoe. I am, or I should say I was, a service girl in the VIP section of the Gentlemen’s club in the Five Points neighborhood. I quit my job yesterday.”

“Ah, you have probably seen my husband there on Friday nights,” said Mary Johnson. We all chuckled.

“Oh, yes, I’ve heard of the Gentlemen’s club, never been there myself,” laughed the coach. “What is it?”

“It is a strip club for women over seventeen who want to strip for an older male clientele. Sanctioned by the Board of Elders, of course.”

“You have me intrigued, Mrs Lane. What kind of strip tease shows do the women do on stage?”

I looked at Barb. I had never been to the Gentlemen’s club either and had heard only rumours of what went on there.

“Well, um, women can either dance together or on separate stages. Sometimes the club has a competition between dancers to see who can dance the nastiest.”

“Oh? Like what?” Coach Wagner asked with a little excitement. We were all looking at Barb.

Barb could tell she had a captive audience. “Sometimes the dancers come out wearing string bikinis or even school girl outfits. You know the kind with the blouse and plaid skirt or wearing sling shot bikinis or business outfits or even outfits that make them look like little girls. The men of course line-up around the stages waving their dollars.”

We all stood their looking at Mrs Lane. She continued. “Some of the women are pretty good at dancing on the table tops as they dance around the drinks as the men stuff dollars in their g-strings.”

“Oh, I see, so what does a service girl do in the VIP section?”

“Well, since I am one of the oldest women there, I get the lowest job responsibility, I suck the penises of men who come into the VIP section after watching the shows on stage, a dollar a suck,” Barb said proudly as she sat up straight.

I think that Bill had probably been a few times.

“What else?”

“It was the only job I could find, being older and all. I did attend night school at the high school taking the hand job course. Then I realized that I could make a little more money by using my mouth at the club.”

We all laughed again. The school district had masturbation clubs at the schools and so offered hand job classes after hours to women who wanted to make extra money.

“But you have quit the job at the strip club?”

“Oh, yes, like I said, I resigned yesterday,” nodded Barb.

The coach continued, “So I take it you didn’t play any high schools sports?”

“No, didn’t even try, as I was growing up I was one of those girls that never got picked for a team.”

“Thank you, ladies. That was very informative.” The coach said as she tucked her clip board under arm. “Now that I have your backgrounds, most of you are losers and a few of you are winners and know what it takes to be a winner. We are all going to work together here. The reason I asked about your backgrounds outside of the home is find out how comfortable you are with your nudity. It was not meant to embarrass you in anyway.”

We all smiled and nodded in agreement. We stood there with rapt attention as the coach talked.

“We are not here for you but your lovely daughters. You must be cooperative in training and at home with your daughters.”

We all nodded in agreement.

“As I said on Monday, this training will be hard on you, your dignity will suffer, your humiliation will be great, but think of the future you have set for your daughters by participating in this new sport.” Coach Wagner paused, some of the mothers looked at their daughters, the apprehension on the girls’ faces showed, a couple of the mothers gulped, I know I did. “There will be tasks that you will have to complete. I will keep reinforcing this, reminding you that by participating in this new sport with your daughters, you will need to give yourselves completely to them. Think about that, you must act, think and be a dog, your daughter will be your mistress, your owner. Call it brain washing if you will, but you must completely submit to her training.”

Coach Wagner paused; some of the girls were rubbing the shoulders of their mothers, giving a small bit of comfort.

“Practices are mandated on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I expect you all here in this conference room on those days, ready to practice that day’s competition. Again, the competition this year will cover “Hunting, obstacle test, Best of Breed, Best of Show, and Best of Herding.”

“What does this hunting cover?” Barb asked.

“In the hunting test you will learn to kill a wounded quail with your mouth. You will retrieve the quail and bring it back to your daughter, it is timed event.”

“Eeeww!” Said some of the girls, “Oh my” and “Oh gosh no” from some of the mothers. I gulped and looked down at the floor thinking how humiliating I would look carrying a bird in my mouth. My cunt spasmed a little at the thought, “How fucking disgusting,” I said to myself. “Carrying a dead bird in my mouth!” but my cunt was leaking a little. Angie had a wild eye look on her face.

“Don’t worry, it is not as bad as it seems. Again, if this is too much, you and your daughter are free to leave, but the team will be disbanded if you do,” Coach Wagner said with a stern look on her face. Then she walked to a table at the front of the room.

“Over here,” the coach waved her hand at us. “On the table are the things you need to be a puppy girl,” Coach Wagner looked at all of us. Angie stood next to me as the coach continued. “We have dog collars with school district collars, leashes, dog paw gloves, dog paw knee pads, two straps and two mouth pieces for each mother. Starting at the top so to speak, we have the dog collar.” Coach Wagner held it up. “Each dog collar has your name on it.” The girls giggled and we looked down in embarrassment.

Coach Wagner smiled as she continued. “The dog collars have a little bell attached to it, the bell is about two inches long and sets out about an inch from the collar itself, the bell is very sensitive. I will explain at a later time why that is so, but at the start of the hunting competition the bell will be removed. On the back of the dog collar of course is the leash ring.”

There were moans and groans from the mother’s and little giggles from the girls.

“Please, you didn’t think you could be trained without a leash? The leash ring is located on the back of the collar for easy attachment and as you notice both collar and leash have the school colors. One more item that is attached to the dog collar is an identity tag that says on one side, ‘Property of’ your daughter’s name with phone number, and on the flip side, ‘I am a proud member of the puppy girl team’. In case you are wondering, I had the high school metallurgy students make the tags yesterday after your daughter called.”

The coach looked at us and smiled. “To get your mind into the proper attitude, you will start wearing the dog collar today. Do not take it off, it is washable and should be good for use on the day of the competition. But the bell will only be used during practices or when you at home. If you go out, it is up to your daughter to remove the bell.”

Coach Wagner paused. “These two mouth pieces are little rubber pieces fit at the back of your mouth, the board did say that they want to see slobber coming from your mouth and this.”

The coach held up a weight looking thing with a clip attached to it. “This is a tongue weight. Your tongue is a muscle and this is designed to stretch it out so that your tongue hangs outside your mouth while you have the mouth pieces in. When properly used, the weight should pull your tongue out to the bottom of your chin, in effect, making your tongue longer than what it is. It will take about two weeks for the weight to work so that on command from your daughters you tongue can hang out like a real dogs.”

We all groaned, and I think Cindy said, “Ah shit”. I looked at Angie and she smiled back at me. She had an excited look on her face.

“Please, dogs slobber so these two pieces of rubber will do the trick, your mouth will be open, you can eat and drink, using your tongue of course, but you will not be able to talk with the two pieces in your mouth. The dog collar and the mouth pieces will allow you to only yelp, or bark in response to your daughter’s commands, which is the desired effect the competition committee is looking for.”

There were murmurs and whispered curses by the mothers. Zoe leaned over and said something to Stacey and both girls giggled.

“Next on the table are the dog paw gloves. As you can see these are fashioned after dog paws, these are practice pairs. The gloves come all the way to your elbows with your fingers curled inside. We have plenty more as you wear them out, but for the competition, the art class will craft some special pairs for each of you. You will be wearing the paws on your hands and knees.” Coach Wager set down the pair of gloves.

“Now these two straps,” the coach said as she held up the two straps, one with a short chain. “This larger strap fits around your thigh and this smaller one with the chain fits around your ankle, the chain clips to the large strap, thus bending your knees backwards, holding your ankle to your thigh. Your knees will take punishment when you attach the straps; it is my recommendation that you start wearing the straps tonight, at least for twenty minutes and then every day increase the wear time by twenty minutes. During the competition you will be on your hands and knees for about ten hours. You need to work up to the ten hours, get your knees used the discomfort. The knee pads are of course self-explanatory and as you can see also look like dog paws. Please take care of your knees, as your knees will take the physical punishment in training.”

Some of the mothers gulped and shuffled their feet but every girl had a smile on her face. Angie reached over, grabbed my wrist and squeezed it. I looked at her and she gave me a thin smile. Fuck! Why was I so wet?

“Here are the uniforms your daughters will be wearing.” The coach held up a one piece dress with the school colors of blue and silver. “The dress is designed to come to mid thigh on your daughters and the cut down the front runs down to their navel. Bras and panties are not allowed to be worn by the girls. This uniform is designed to be form fitting on her body.”

Now it was the girls turn to “oh” and “ah”. “Neat!” blurted Angie, “I like it,” smiled Karen. “Whoa!” Megan exclaimed as she stepped forward to look at the uniform.

Some more “Oh my” and “goshs” were spoken by the mothers as we stepped forward to look at the uniforms.

“Looks like a dominatrix outfit to me,” said Maggie Hart as she stepped forward to look at the dress.

“Your right Mrs Hart, it is designed after the popular girl’s dress, the Board of Elders selected this after lengthy discussions with local designers. Your daughter will be wearing these black knee high boots with a five inch stiletto heel,” the coach said as she held up a pair of black shiny boots.

Each mother looked at her daughter with embarrassment on her face. “Girls, get used to wearing the boots, especially if you have never worn a stiletto type heel before. Practice at home with the boots or wear them when you go out.”

Angie smiled at me and squeezed my hand. I wondered what she would look like with “Yes, Mistress” boots on.

“Now, let’s get practice officially underway. You must lose your inhibitions today and going forward, I can’t stress enough that you must get into the proper frame of mind of having your daughters control you. I know all of you have seen naked women before as you were growing up. But probably your daughters have not seen you nude before. You must get over that fear, that phobia. You will be nude during the competition. If this bothers you, you are free to leave and the team disbands.” Coach Wagner stepped aside of the table and waited for the mothers to make up their minds. “Don’t let it be said that I am not giving you enough of an opportunity to back out.”

We all looked at each other and shook our heads. Angie had an anxious look on her face. She had never seen me nude before, nor did it ever occur to me to be nude around her. I looked at the other mothers and could tell they too had never been nude in front of their daughters.

“Good, now seeing that we have two months before the Autumn Harvest to prepare for the competition.”

The coach paused. “From here on until the end of competition you will be referred to as pets, or pet, not mom or mother or any other term. Girls, going forward, refer to her as your pet or pets.” The coach looked at all of us. “Pets, when talking to your daughters, address her as mistress, not her name.” Coach Wagner looked us over. “Does anybody have a problem with that?”

We were shuffling our feet and not looking up. The girls had smiles on their faces.

“Good. Pets, form a line here in front of the table. We will start with the easiest things first,” the coach said as she pointed along the floor where we should stand.

I shuffled a few feet over to where the coach indicated. Barb and Cindy were to my left and Mary and Maggie were to my right. We kind of formed a loose line.

“Girls, please get your pets dog collar from the table and attach the collar around her neck.”

“I had the sewing class on stand-by yesterday so they could embroider your name on the collar.” The girls walked over to the table and picked out their mother’s dog collar.

After Angie had called the number on business card on Monday, one of the instructions she received was to ask me to pick a puppy name for myself. I thought she was joking but she pouted at first saying that it wasn’t her idea but then got a little upset when I didn’t take her seriously. I spent Monday evening searching for the ten best dog names from the net. After much deliberation and squirming in the seat, I picked, “Baby Girl”. Angie immediately texted my new name to whomever was on the other end. Angie looked at me and said it was beautiful name.

“Please put the dog tag on the collar and attach the collar to your pets neck. From now on while at practice or at home practicing, address your pet by her puppy name. I don’t want hear the word ‘mom’ or her first name, is that understood, girls?”

“Yes, Coach Wagner,” the girls replied.

Angie fastened the collar around my neck. I was very nervous standing there as she attached the collar. I could tell that her hands were shaking a little. After the collar was attached, there was the tinkling of the bells as we shuffled our feet. I looked to my left and saw the name Foofu on Barb’s collar and Peaches on Cindy’s collar. I looked to my right and Mary had Cricket on hers and Coco was inscribed on Maggie’s collar. I stifled a giggle as I looked at the other names. I realized that my pet name was probably just as ridiculous.

“These collars will now stay attached around your necks until after the competition. Please do not take them off. Now, girls, please stand in front of your pet.”

The girls shuffled forward to stand facing their mothers. Angie stood right in front me looking over her shoulder at the coach waiting for instructions.

“Here is the hardest part, pets. Your daughters will remove your clothes. Girls you can pile their clothes on the table here. Okay, go ahead,” indicated the coach as she stepped back a little bit.

Angie looked at me and gave a nervous giggle and I kind of shrugged my shoulders, fuck I was nervous. With shaking hands Angie started to unbutton my blouse. I gritted my teeth.

“Girls, girls, please, look at your pet as you take her clothes off, not at the ceiling or floor, stare into her eyes, watch her closely, just as it is important for each pet to get into the proper frame of mind, so you must all get into the proper frame of mind. Remember girls, you will be the dominate one in this relationship.”

Angie looked into my eyes. I could see the lust, the excitement in eyes and face. She slipped my blouse from my shoulders and it fell to the floor.

“Your pet have given up her parenting role. You are the parents now and she is the child. You are responsible for her well being, her emotional needs.”

Angie unzipped the zipper on the skirt and let the skirt slid to the floor.

“Pets, keep your hands at your sides, let your daughters do the work.” The coach said as she walked back and forth in front of us. “When you get to her bra, girls, walk around behind her and unclasped her bra, let fall from her shoulders.”

Angie walked around behind me. I took a deep breath as I felt her fumbling with the clasps on my bra. Then suddenly she had it undone and my bra fell off my shoulders. Angie walked back in front of me, sucked in her breath and stared at my nipples. I felt the heat of embarrassment on my face and my chest turned red. Angie licked her lips and looked at me. If Angie had said so much as ‘boo!” I would have jumped out of my skin. Here I was topless in front of my child.

“For your pets panties, use both hands to pull down them down,” the coach instructed.

‘Shit,’ I thought to myself. My fucking panties are wet at the crotch.’ I almost asked the coach if we could take our own panties off. ‘Oh shit!’ I said to myself as Angie leaned forward.

Angie reached forward with both hands and pulled my panties down. She stopped pulling my panties down and stared at them. I looked down at Angie. She let go of my panties and stood back looking at me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I could have died right there. ‘She’s staring at me wondering why my panties have a wet spot!’ I thought to myself. I could see the question forming on her lips, ‘Baby Girl, why are so wet? Do you like being humiliated?’

Angie leaned forward again with a look of embarrassment on her face. She pulled my panties down a little further and let go as my panties cleared my thighs and pooled at my feet. She looked me up and down, but her eyes lingered on my crotch. I was totally nude in front of her. She licked her lips and looked over at the coach.

After a couple of minutes we were undressed and our girls were staring at us, some of the mothers became self conscious and covered their breasts and crotch. I tried to casually place my left hand over my crotch.

“Pets, please do not cover yourselves, arms at your sides. Girls gather up your pets clothes.”

The girls quickly gathered up our clothes and dumped them in a pile on the floor by the table. Angie hurried back to stand in front of me. I almost quit right there. I was so humiliated standing there naked, what was I thinking? But my cunt told me otherwise, especially looking at Angie who had excitement in her eyes.

“Come on pets, this is nothing, we have a long way to go and a short time to teach you to lose your inhibitions.”

Finally, we were standing straight with their arms at their sides, our nipples erect from the cool air of the room.

“Please step over here pets. We need to weigh and measure you. This will be your personal information for the competition.”

I followed Barb and Cindy to the corner of the room where there was scale and height bar. Angie was walking beside me. She hadn’t said much yet since we got here and that bothered me. I looked like to me that she didn’t trust herself to say anything.

“Foofu, please step on the scale,” the coach said with a straight face. The girls giggled and I almost cracked up. Barb turned beat red as she stepped on the scale.

The coach had her clipboard. She flipped a couple of pages. “Age 41, what’s her weight, Zoe?”

“Um, 135, coach,” Zoe said as she stared down at the scale.

“And her height?”

Zoe took the height bar and placed it on top of her mother’s head. “Ah, five feet, seven inches, coach.”

“Okay, Zoe, take that measuring tape and wrap it around her bust line, the tape must cover her nipples.” Coach instructed.

Zoe took the tape and wrapped it around her mother’s chest. “Okay, 36 inches, coach,” Zoe said as she studied the tape.

“Foofu has a 36b bust size, Zoe, very good. Next Peaches?” the coach said as she waved at the scale. Barb stood there self-consciously as I and Mary and Maggie did.

“Her age is 39, weight, Stacey?”

“Um, okay, 140 pounds.”

“Peaches’s height?”

Stacey adjusted the height bar on her mother’s head. “It is five feet, ten inches.”

“And her bust size?”

I look at Cindy and had always known her to have big tits, but seeing them now, her breasts were gorgeous. I wanted to lick my lips as I stared at them, but didn’t want anybody to know that I thought those titties were beautiful.

Stacey wrapped the measure tape around her mother. “Size is 38 inches, coach.”

“Very good Stacey, Peaches’s bust size I think is a 38D,” smiled the coach.

The coach looked at me. “You’re next Baby Girl.”