Chapter 6: A full week of training

Coach Wagner, recent college graduate, age 22

Cindy Spanner, 37, Peaches, Akita: Stacey 16

Mary Johnson, 35, Cricket, Water Spaniel: Megan 15

Kathy Woods, 34, Baby Girl, Yellow Retriever: Angie 14

Barbara Lane, 34, Foofu, Border Terrier: Zoe 14

Maggie Hart, 33, Coco, Irish Setter: Karen, 14

Here it is Sunday evening and we’ve completed the second weekend with seven weeks to go to the big day. I was on my hands and knees next to Angie, who was doing homework. The first week of school was completed. She was a Freshman at Intercourse high school. She was a very good student, a smart student so much so, that her teachers suggested to me and Bill that they move her up a grade. I remember being proud of Angie when we found out that her IQ was 140, which put her in the “Very Superior” classification. But we decided to keep her at grade level for her social development.

The girls were more assertive with us since this week. By us I mean, me, Barb, Cindy, Mary and Maggie. I don’t know if that is because they are getting used to the idea of training us for the competition or, heaven forbid, the girls have a natural tendency for discipline and punishment. I found myself wanting to please Angie, either at home or at the church, and that has bothered me a little bit because I’m her mother and a little piece of me tells me that she should be listening to me and following my directions. It’s that little piece of me that gets me into trouble.

Anyways, I am on my hands and knees learning to be quiet, learning to maintain my posture and form like a good dog because this will be so important in the upcoming competition. But fuck I’m so ashamed of what I did this week. More slobber is dripping off my lower lip. Angie dropped her left hand to my head and lightly strokes it, I feel a tingle in my stomach.

Did I really enjoy participating in punishing Barb and Maggie? Did I enjoy being punished myself? Christ I don’t know, maybe I do. But Zoe and Karen can be so dominating sometimes.

Bill is watching TV downstairs. Ida Carter came to the front door this evening to talk to Bill. I didn’t invite her in, but went to get him. Bill stepped outside and talked with her for several minutes. By the way, I wasn’t naked like I usually am when I answered the door. Angie at least let me have a t-shirt and shorts on.

“Grrr!” I growl as I listen to Bill watching TV.

“Easy Baby Girl,” Angie soothes as she gently rubs my head. “We’ve had a good week. Let’s not ruin it with more punishment. That would make me unhappy and interfere with my homework.”

I flex my ass cheeks making my tail swish back and forth. I was getting good at this tail thing. I felt Angie rub her hand up and down my ass crack as I wagged my tail.

“Do you think you’ve had enough posture training for this evening?” Angie asks me as she rubs her index finger around my anus and the stem of the tail. I still have a hard time getting used to her and the other girls touching me this way.

Do I keep saying ‘girls’? It should be mistresses. What did the coach tell us that second day of practice last week? The definition of a mistress is a female in a position of authority, control and ownership over another. I guess the definition really doesn’t matter as we have to refer to our daughters as ‘mistress’ when addressing them anyway.

I bring my thoughts back to Angie, one bark for yes, two barks for no. “Arf!” I reply trying not to shake the little bell attached to my dog collar. I must be careful not to tinkle that damn little bell during practice time because it illicits punishment and working on my posture is considered practice.

Angie giggles, “Not yet Baby Girl, just a couple of more minutes.”

I almost nod my head out of habit.

So where was I? Oh yes, the week...

Monday morning:

“Good morning pet,” Angie smiled as she came into her room. I was still on the bed with my hands tied with the silk scarf under me and my ankles tied to the bed post. “How did my favorite pet sleep?” she asks as she unties my ankles.

“Fine, mistress,” I reply. I look at the clothes she was wearing for the first day of school. To me her choice of clothes yelled out SLUT. But I very well can’t complain because I bought her the clothes on Saturday.

“Mistress, couldn’t you find some better clothes to wear than what you have on?” I ask as I sit up in bed. My daughter was wearing a pink blouse that was tight around her chest showing off her nipples because she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had on denim shorts from the Sir Denim line but these shorts were so short that it could have been worn as panties. On her feet were white ankle socks and black and white saddle shoes.

Angie stood up and looked at me. She frowned. “No pet, I can’t find better clothes. Besides, you don’t have a say so in what I do,” she paused. “pet,” she smiled as she untied the scarf. I don’t like to be addressed as “pet” but after what happened on Saturday’s practice at Megan’s home, I’m a pet during non-practice times and a dog during practice times.

“Follow me pet, I have to show you a couple of things before I leave for school.”

Angie walked out the door as I climbed off her bed. I was about to grab my t-shirt off the floor when I heard, “You can dress later pet.”

She was right. I dropped the t-shirt and hurried after her. Angie was standing outside the hallway bathroom.

As I scurried up to her she held a small plastic bottle in her hand.

“This is green food dye. I have put in it his toilet, the downstairs toilet and dad’s master bath toilet.”

I looked at her in confusion.

Angie shrugged her shoulders, “If you flush the toilet that’s a bad thing. You’re a pet, you relieve yourself outside like you been doing. If you’re thirsty, drink out of the toilet. Also, you need to pick-up your poop from the yard because the lawn guys will be by later this week to mow and trim the bushes.”

“But mistress,” I replied.

“No buts pet.”

I was about to remind her that the coach said the girl’s had to scoop our poop as it was part of their training.

“Yes, mistress,” I replied as I folded my hands in front of me and looked at the floor.

“Good, I want the bathrooms cleaned, the house cleaned and my room picked up,” Angie said as she brushed past me. Her perfume said “fuck me!” A ninth grade girl shouldn’t be wearing perfume like that, but I had purchased that for her also.

Cleaning the house is what I do all the time anyway I thought. “Yes, mistress.”

I followed her downstairs into the kitchen. She had a handful of doggie treats on the counter and dog food in the bowl.

“This is your food. You’re not allowed to eat human food, do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied. This will be easy, I’ll dump the doggie treats into the trash out back and get something to eat from the fridge.

“You mother’s must think you’re sneaky,” Angie continued. “But you’re not. See this little camera on top of the cabinet?” Angie asked as she set the bowl of dry dog food on the floor. “You are to eat from the bowl where the camera can watch you. I will check every now and then on my phone to see if you are eating out of the bowl.”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Any questions?”

“Um, yes, mistress, do I have to be on my hands and knees when I eat?”

Angie giggled. “Pet you can be so dense sometimes. Yes, you have to be on your hands and knees when you eat. I don’t want to see any use of your paws.”

“Yes, mistress.” I replied embarrassed she used the word “paws” to describe my hands.

“Good, now there are other camera’s placed around the house.” she waved her smart phone at me. “I took the time this morning to place them. They are micro cameras that are hidden. I want to watch you throughout the day to make sure your doing okay. Don’t try and find them because if you do you will be severely punished when I get home.”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied shrugging my shoulders. Was there no end to this? Didn’t she trust me? Well, I really don’t trust myself because I was going to try and cheat on the dog bowl. Maybe she does know me better than I do.

“Are the other pets being watched by their mistresses?” I asked hoping I wasn’t the only one.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head over it pet,” Angie replied as she squeezed my left breast. “What the other mistresses do with their pets during non-practice times is their business.”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied as I shivered when she pinched my left nipple with her thumb and index finger.

Angie grabbed her backpack and lunch from the counter and headed out of the kitchen. I was still standing there when she yelled out. “Come pet, see me out the door on the first day of school.”

I quickly walked out the kitchen and met her at the door. She turned facing me. “Kiss me goodbye,” she smiled.

I leaned over, puckering my lips to kiss her on the cheek. “No pet, not like that,” she leaned back. “Pets don’t kiss their mistresses on the cheek or lips.”

“Then how, mistress?”

“On your knees,” she looked at me.

I quickly went down on my knees not liking whatever she had in mind.

She held out her left hand. “Lick my left hand.”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied as I licked the back of her hand.

Angie leaned over me, looking down at me, holding her left hand in front of her. “From now on when I leave for school you are to wait for me at the front door on your knees. You are to lick my left hand and if I forget to offer you my hand you are to remind me, understand?” she smiled.

I looked up at her. “Yes, mistress.”

“Good, we’ll talk about what you’ll do to properly greet me when I get home, but that’s for later.”

“Yes, mistress”

Angie turned and open the door, looking at me on my knees.

“I left you a treat in the upstairs bathroom, use it all day.”

Before I could ask her what it was she was out the front door. I was alone in my own house, kneeling naked wondering what I was doing.

I stood up and looked around the house. I guess I should go upstairs and put some clothes on. But why, I thought, I’m the only one here. So what was this surprise she left me? I think I knew what it was.

I hurried upstairs and into the bathroom. I knelt down in front of the toilet, my heart racing with tingling sensations in my stomach. I opened the lid of the toilet and instantly turned red with embarrassment. I looked around the bathroom maybe thinking she put a small camera around somewhere, but didn’t notice anything out of place. I turn slowly back to the toilet lid and frowned. How could she do this?

On the underside of the toilet lid she had written “CUNT” in big bold black letters.

But a familiar smell came up to my nostrils and I looked into the bowl, pee. I looked up at that nasty word again and back to the water and realized she loved me, she knew me.

I leaned forward into the bowl and licked some pee water into my mouth. I savored the taste. I put my hands to my cunt and started to masturbate myself when I realized that that damn clamp was still on. Oh fuck how I wanted to cum.

Well I did have to pee so I went outside and relieve myself. As I stepped out onto the grass I noticed the hole in the fence was bigger. That got me worried enough that I looked around the yard making sure that fucking rapist of a dog hadn’t gotten in.

I squat down in the corner of the yard behind some bushes and push my pee out while looking and listening for anybody who might hear me. I didn’t have to poop yet, but will have to before I leave for practice today.

So where do I start for the day? I run my tongue over my cheek and teeth still tasting Angie’s pee. I guess I should brush my teeth first then start cleaning.

I start in my bedroom or Bill’s bedroom because it used to be mine and his, but not anymore I guess, at least for now. I look in the bathroom and lift the lid and sure enough the green dye is there. All my cosmetics and toiletries are gone from the bathroom. I wonder where Angie put them? I go through Bill’s drawers and pull out a pair of pink thongs with tiny white hearts. Why am I not surprised? Probably belong to that bitch Ida Carter. There’s a crusty spot on the crotch of the thong. I rub it and put it to my nose and sniff deep. Yep, belongs to Ida Carter. That smell is the same taste that was on Bill’s cock yesterday. Fuck!

Should I throw the thong away or put it back? For the first time I thought what Angie would want me to do. That’s bad. I mean I shouldn’t be thinking what she would want. But I do. I think Angie would be mad at me like she was yesterday afternoon if I threw Ida Carter’s thong away. I shrug my shoulders. I really don’t want to get punished so I put the thong back in the drawer. I make his bed and vacuum the room then go down the hallway to Angie’s room.

I make her bed and fold the scarf and my ankle rope neatly on her night stand. I look at both items and wonder if I shouldn’t put them in her dresser or maybe the closet. But no, I think Angie would prefer them on her night stand. I pick-up her clothes from the floor and put them in her dresser or hang them in her closet. On the floor of the closet are my clothes in a pile. I notice she has been stepping on them as there are shoe prints on my t-shirts and such. I neatly fold my clothes and put them at the back of the closet.

I look at the hand towel that’s on the floor next to her desk, the one I use to catch my slobber when I’m practicing my posture. I change the hand towel laying the new one neatly on the floor.

I head down to the kitchen and start cleaning. I look at the floor with the dog bowl. My stomach grumbles, no breakfast yet. I shrugged my shoulders and got down on my hands and knees looking at the bowl of food. The dry dog food I bought the other day. I look up at the camera and gulp, then lean down and scoop up a tongue full of dry food. I chew slowly looking at the camera wondering if this made my daughter happy. I don’t know why I can’t eat regular food with a fork and knife so I will have to ask Angie about that. I take the second scoop of the dry food and chew.

I eat two more scoops of food and stand up. I walk into the living room and turn the TV on. I almost sit down on the recliner, but stop myself in time. I am not allowed to sit on the furniture so I sit on the floor leaning up against the couch.

I woke up with a start almost jumping off the floor. On the TV was the Doctor Swan show. She was a female psychologist who specializes in female sexual issues. She was interviewing Doctor Leanne Hobden, a female psychologist and author of, “How to be Owned.”

I would have loved to hear the interview, but needed to get to practice. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out the door.

As I drove to the church parking lot Maggie, Coco was getting out of her car. Then Mary, Cricket drove in behind me. I walked over to Maggie.

“Hi Kathy,” she smiled. She was wearing a cut off pink t-shirt with gym shorts that could have passed for thong underwear.

“Hey, Maggie,” I said as I flung my gym bag over my shoulder.

“I don’t like it that we are going to have our pictures taken with these skimpy clothes we’re made to wear.”

“I agree, but we weren’t told to bring anything else either,” I replied.

Mary came over as Barb, Foofu and Cindy, Peaches drove into the parking lot.

Mary, Barb and Cindy were also wearing short shorts and tank tops with no bras.

We greeted each other as Coach Wagner drove up. She got out of her truck with her book bag. The coach was wearing a business suit and had her hair in a bun on the top of her head. Her six inch heels click across the parking lot as she walked towards us.

“Let’s go pets, inside, we have a lot to do today,” she said as she walked past us.

We walked into the training room and put our stuff down. We hadn’t been told to do anything so we just stood around talking to each other. The others also had a slow day at home like me, but we all agreed that catching up on our sleep was good as each of us had different sleeping arrangements with our daughters.

After about ten minutes the girls came into the room. “Hi pets,” they said.

We each responded with “Hi mistresses.”

Coach Wagner came into the room as the girls put their book bags down.

“Listen up mistresses,” the coach yelled out. She was still wearing her business suit and high heels. She was all business looking and serious.

“I’ve just come from a business meeting with FPTA (Female Parent Teacher Association)” she said as the girls stood in front of her and we stood behind them. “This meeting involved the four school districts as well. It concerns the competition and its funding.”

We looked at each other and then the coach. This wasn’t gonna be good I thought.

“As you all know the FPTA funds the sports activities at the individual school level. There are a lot of new school sports this year and that has created a funding short fall.”

“Is the competition still on?” asked Megan.

“Yes, it is,” smiled the coach. The girls smiled but I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“It was decided that the puppy girl teams from each school district must fund their own activities.”

“What?” Barb asked.

“What’s that mean,” asked Maggie.

“It means pets and mistresses,” the coach replied. “That you will have to provide the funding for different activities associated with the competition.”

“What?”

“It means that we need dog cages in which to transport the pets to and from different activities. Therefore, with the lack of funds you will have to pay for your own dog cages. There is a vendor who can make the cages for each team. The cost of each will be forty dollars.”

I looked at the other mothers. “What the fuck?” “What the hell?” “No fucking way!” was heard.

“So we have to pay forty dollars for cages that will transport us like dogs to different activities?” asked Cindy.

“That’s what it means,” replied the coach.

“What kind of cages? The kind that are square?” Cindy asked.

“No, these are form fitting metal cages. You will be caged from your neck to your feet. Your head will not be restrained by the cage. The cage is on wheels and will have a leash attachment at the top to pull you along.”

We just nodded trying to figure out in our minds what it would look like.

“Also you will have to pay to register yourselves with the Cherish Valley animal control office,” the coach added.

“Why the fuck do we have to do that?” Barb asked as she stomped her foot on the ground like a little child. I stepped away from her.

“Because to participate in the competition you must be registered as dogs. That’s in the rules and when your mistresses register you as dogs the paperwork is sent to animal control which costs ten dollars. The mistresses will receive a certificate of ownership from the office, which they will take to the competition.”

“Ownership of who?” asked Cindy.

“You. Your mistress will own you once you’re registered.”

It looked like Barb was going to cry and so was Maggie. Cindy, Mary and I looked at each other with worried looks, but didn’t say anything. The girls were smiling of course. The first day of practice the coach did mention something of ownership, but I don’t think any of us took her seriously.

The coach looked at her notes. “Everything has to be paid by this Wednesday.”

“That’s fifty dollars we have to pay! How are we going to do that?”

Cindy stepped forward. “Maybe we can have a bake sale here at the church or at school. Say we sell homemade pies and cookies.”

The girls snickered and giggled. “Pet, kids will want more from you than just pies and cookies. I don’t think your idea is very good,” Stacey replied.

“This is where your mistresses come in,” the coach said. “Last week I had you put some of your mother’s clothes in a trash bag. Tonight you are to go through the remainder of your pet’s closets and drawers and remove things that you think she will not need anymore. That includes dresses, panties, bras, shirts, blouses, socks, pants and even shoes like high heels and I must say their jewelry.” There were gasps from us as we thought about our jewelry. Coach continued on, “Although I personally would have her keep her high heels and get rid of everything else including the jewelry, but that’s me.”

The girls smiled and nodded their heads in excitement.

“Wait a minute.” Barb said. “Our daughters make that choice for us?”

“Your mistress and yes she does. Consider it part of her training. Remember you are to follow her commands without question and this will help you with that.”

I could see the anger in Barb’s face and also Maggie, but more so in Barb.

“Tomorrow pets you are to take those unwanted items to the thrift store and sell them to the shop. Make sure you get as much money as you can from your personal things as there might be more costs associated with the competition. Now let’s get practice started.”

As we walked over to the bench to remove our clothes I heard the coach tell the girls she was going to look for the photographer team.

We folded our clothes on the bench and waited for the girls. Stacey walked towards me. “Over here bitch!” she waved.

I followed her off to the side of the bench. “Stand up straight. Wait, where’s your bell?”

I touched my dog collar. Shit! “Um, on the bench mistress,” I gulped.

Stacey glared at me. “Well, don’t just stand there looking stupid, Baby Girl, get the fucking bell and bring it to me,” she said.

“Yes mistress Stacey,” I replied as I quickly walked past her. She slapped my left ass cheek. I jumped a little.

I rummaged through my gym bag and pulled out the bell and hurried back to her.

“Stand straight and chin up,” she said as I handed her the bell.

“Now bitch, hands behind your head and lock your fingers, good,” she said as she walked around me. I felt like she was inspecting a piece of meat. “Spread your legs shoulder width apart, good.”

Stacey started rubbing my neck and ears like the girls were taught on the first day of practice. I stayed as still as I could because I didn’t want that bell to tinkle. Stacey worked her way around to my front and briefly I looked at her.

“Don’t you fucking look at me. You keep your eyes straight ahead.” Stacey took her hands using her palms to rotate circular motions around my nipples which stood straight out and rock hard.

“I see that you like this Baby Girl!” Stacey smiled as she gently rubbed my nipples with her palms. Off to my right I saw Angie running her fingers inside the mouth of Cricket. She had her tongue out as Angie ran her index and middle finger around the inside of her mouth.

“Okay dog, stay still,” Stacey ordered. I wasn’t going anywhere and I almost nodded my head.

Stacey knelt down in front of me and ran her fingers up and down my cunt. Parting my lips with her fingers and gently rubbing up and down.

“You’re a good bitch, Baby Girl, for not cumming with the clamp on,” she giggled. She tugged at the clamp a couple of times and I gasped. It felt damn good to have a couple of fingers rubbing my cunt. Fuck how I wanted to cum right there. I was almost to the point where I would do anything for a cum.

Stacey stood up, forcing her fingers into my mouth without saying anything. I quickly opened my mouth and she ran her fingers around my teeth and cheeks. I could taste myself on her fingers. I had tasted myself many times on Bill’s cock, but never on the fingers of a girl. Gawd I tasted good. Could that be the dog treats? I don’t know.

Then Stacey walked behind me again and ran her right hand up and down my ass crack as she placed her left hand on my belly.

“Easy girl,” she said as her right hand was almost massaging my anus.

Out of my vision again I saw Angie kneeling behind Cricket. She had the woman’s ass cheeks somewhat spread before her. She was tracing circles around Cricket’s anus and ever so gently she would poke it. That embarrassed me and made me jealous of the treatment Cricket was receiving.

Stacey came around in front of me again and ran her right hand across my lips. I could taste my ass on her fingers. She stepped back and said, “Very good Baby Girl, take off your bell and stand over there facing the wall.”

I took my bell off and tossed it into my gym bag as I walked by it. I stood in front of the wall with my hands at my sides.

“Very good bitch,” I heard Angie tell Cricket. “You’re the type of dog I want around my house,” she laughed. “Go join that other bitch at the wall.”

Cricket stood beside me then Peaches came over then Coco and finally Foofu who had tears in her eyes.

We could hear the girls pulling out something from their backpacks. After a couple of minutes of staring at the wall Megan told us to turn around. Oh my, was my first thought.

The girls were in their competition uniform. It was the dominatrix uniform in blue and silver with a cut down the middle from between their breasts to their navel.

The girls were smiling and moving back and forth showing off their uniform for us with their black shiny knee high boots with stiletto heels.

I smiled at Angie. She was hot looking in her mini dominatrix uniform. But then a thought occurred to me. Why are they dressing up now?

Just then the coach came walking in with the camera crew. Three high school boys. We immediately tried to cover our breasts and crotch with our hands.

“Team these boys are from the photography club. They are here for the team picture,” the coach announced. The boys stood there smiling.

“What?” Barb cried out.

The girls turned around looking at Foofu. Peaches and I kind of stepped away from her.

“We have to get dressed for the pictures,” Barb said.

“Yes, you do,” agreed the coach. “Pets get your uniforms on!” she yelled out.

I could see startled expressions from the photographers when the coach said that.

Barb walked quickly up to the coach. “Wait, I thought that we would be dressed and have our picture taken like, mother daughter pictures. The wholesome kind of pictures.”

“You thought wrong Foofu. But you are right in one aspect, you will have your picture taken with Zoe as a mother daughter, but only in uniform. Now get yours on.”

None of us had moved or made and attempt to get our uniforms on. Barb started crying and pleading with the coach. “Please, coach, please, I will do anything else you want, but I want a nice wholesome picture with Zoe for the sports team.”

“Mistresses,” was all the coach said.

Zoe came over to her mother and grabbed her by the arm. “Punishment time, Foofu!”

“No Zoe, mistress, please no!” Barb cried as she tried to break her daughter’s grip on her arm.

Zoe pushed her mother towards us. “You bitches take her over to the bench and lay her down on it. Grab her arms and legs to hold her in place.”

We stood there looking at the girls. Stacey yelled, “Now!”

I grabbed Barb’s left arm and Peaches grabbed her right arm. We pulled her to the bench. Cricket started to remove the clothes from the bench when Karen came over and pushed our neatly folded clothes to the floor.

“Leave ‘em.” she said as she stepped back from us.

Foofu was struggling against our grip as we laid her down on the bench.

Cricket and Coco quickly grabbed her ankles and spread her legs as me and Peaches stretched her arms. I looked around the room. Obviously we were the only ones naked and we were holding down one of our own for punishment.

Coach Wagner went to the girls. “Mistresses as you punish one pet, the other pets will fall into line. Your pets will slowly understand that.”

Then I heard clicking noises and looked over my shoulder. The three boys were taking pictures with their high speed cameras. They spread out around the room taking pictures from different angles.

“In case you’re wondering,” the coach said as she walked around the bench to Foofu’s head. “The boys are here to take pictures of a typical practice. Apparently one of you thinks that punishment is part of our practice routine. Well so be it. Mistresses, when you’re ready.”

Coach Wagner squatted down in front Foofu and lifted her chin up looking into her eyes.

Stacey announced. “As captain of the team I want five swats on each cheek that’s a total of ten swats per mistress. Pets I want you to yell out the number of the swat. Zoe, she’s your dog, you start first.”

Zoe leaned over and gave five quick swats to her mother’s right cheek and five quick swats to her left cheek. We counted out loud each time. The boys with the cameras were coming in close for close-up shots and wide angle shots. Then she pinched her mother’s right cheek which made the woman squirm in our grasp.

As Karen stepped up, Coach Wagner said to Foofu. “Accept that you are a dog.”

[SWAT], “One!” we yelled out.

“That you will be trained as a dog by your mistresses.”

[SWAT], “Two!”

“You will obey and follow the rules and instructions of your mistresses.”