Chapter 31

Jane left us again to get acquainted and returned about an hour later to see to our bathroom needs. She led us to Rocco’s ‘spot’ where the dog squatted and dropped a load right in front of me with no embarrassment at all. I suppose to a dog it is totally natural to poop in front of others. I was still red-faced even after all the practice I had squatting in front of my family.

I suppose that was the point. No one actually wants to see something that nasty happen – and yet, I think the fact that it is so taboo to do it that being watched and laughed at while I did made me feel intensely vulnerable and horny.

If anything, she seemed more proud of the steaming pile of dog shit than anything else. Jane had a baggie ready and simply picked the shit up, turning the bag inside out while not actually touching it directly.

I thought that was a pretty cool trick. Until Jane said, “Go potty, Drip! I’m not waiting all night!” Jane seriously expected me to do what Rocco had done!

All I could do was bark twice and wag my tail, hoping Jane would understand that I couldn’t even if I wanted to, with the plug stuffed up my ass. Jane giggled and made a production of saying that she’d forgotten about the plug, having come to think of it as just part of me. She leaned down and plucked the plug from my butt, nearly lifting my knees off the ground in the process.

The plug popped out and Jane looked at it as if wondering what to do with it before presenting it to my mouth. Once again I was forced to hold my own smelly plug clenched between my teeth, but this time, I had to squat and try to force a turd out too. At least it was small.

Jane praised me and had to shoo Rocco away from it because Rocco had wanted to sniff it. Instead, Jane used a second bag to collect my stool just as she had with Rocco’s. Jane didn’t even appear grossed out with the task.

The same couldn’t be said for me. I was barely out of my squat when I felt a tongue on my ass. Rocco was cleaning me! Jane laughed, praised Rocco for being such a good friend, then took the plug off me.

“You wont need this tonight. It’ll go back in the morning,” she promised, holding onto it. “You can return the favor and lick Rocco’s pud, though,” she said. It wasn’t a suggestion.

I discovered I still hadn’t reached my mental limits. I felt flushed, humiliated, grossed out and yet very aroused at the simple instruction to lick another dog’s genitals. This is an animal that scared me just by being so close to me.

Still, I attempted to do as I was told. Rocco went back to trying to wash my butt with her huge, rough tongue, so we effectively did a little dance together, each of us trying to get our tongues between the others’ legs while moving in a little circle.

Jane left us alone again to continue getting acquainted. She came back, locked the gate and bade us goodnight. She needn’t have bothered locking the gate. Trussed up in the costume, I was in no danger of escaping the kennel. Maybe Rocco could, but not me.

The cramps didn’t start until quite a while later. I was laying on my side, spooning with Rocco when the first one hit my thigh. I desperately wanted to straighten my leg, but the harness wouldn’t allow it. Then an arm spasmed the same way. All I could do was bear it. My whimpers upset Rocco too.

She woke up, licked my face and seemed to be assuring me everything would be alright. Maybe I was imagining that at the time, but I know I learned over time that Rocco really could be very supportive.

It was a long night. The cramps returned and tapered off. Each time, I thought I wouldn’t be able to bear the pain a moment longer, but somehow I did. The next morning Jane came out, very chipper, to let us out to use the bathroom and feed us more dog food. I was in no mood to have Rocco help herself to mine and I actually growled at her.

That was a big deal for me. I was scared of big dogs, but I was tired, not having slept well, irritable and very hungry. Rocco took the hint and left me be. I slurped up my dog food in record time. Well a record for me. Rocco finished hers long before I did, although she licked my face clean. I even let her. It just seemed inevitable anyway, so why not?

One of the hardest things about that first morning at Jane’s was not seeing my children before school. The second hardest thing was pooping for Jane when she let us out to do our business. The third hardest thing? Boredom. Jane followed her friends off to the airport, so I was left locked up with Rocco.

Rationally, I know Jane was only gone for about four hours. To me it seemed like weeks. I was as happy to see her as Rocco was. I gained a better understanding of why in movies, dogs always seem so excited when their owners get home.

Just hanging out in the kennel in my harness with no company except Rocco did something to me. I even snuggled with my doggy ‘pal’ and without being made to, I licked her in the only area she doesn’t have fur, just because I was so bored. And horny.

Being bored and horny do things to a person that they might later regret. I didn’t regret Rocco returning the favor of licking my butt and perineum though. She has a very talented tongue. I, on the other hand, felt disgusted with myself at first.

I didn’t even need Kristina to be there saying anything. Even as I licked my canine companion, I could hear Kristina’s voice in my head. It made me feel disgusted with myself, but also drip juices with excitement. That was absolutely an open invitation to Rocco.

When Kendrick came over with Kristina after school, I got another inspection and my restraints were removed. My arms and legs absolutely screamed when I straightened each joint, reducing me to tears. I later learned that I’d been restrained in the harness for twenty six hours. Kendrick had his way with me.

It was heavenly. He had been particularly aroused seeing my reaction to being freed from the harness, and that only served to make him just a little more rambunctious. My pussy ended up stretched, puffy, sore and simply feeling fantastic, along with the rest of me by the time he was done the third time.

I didn’t even care that we’d fucked in Jane’s living room with James, Elizabeth, Kristina and Jane watching. I’d been a little surprised that Kristina had stayed. I’d expected to hear some cutting remark and see her storm off in disgust, but she watched attentively as the others, seemingly scoring my performance.

“Ready for the harness?” Kendrick asked once he’d completely recovered.

I barked twice, very bluntly. I had absolutely zero interest in being subjected to that cruel device again.

“No? You didn’t like the loving you just got?” Kendrick asked in surprise.

I barked agreement, using the barks for yes, absolutely, and wow. I didn’t understand why Kendrick might think otherwise. I mean it had to be clear to him, seeing how much I’d enjoyed myself. I just didn’t want to wear the harness again so soon.

“You know you’re going into it again, Drip. I just hoped you’d be a little more agreeable to it, knowing how much it affected me too,” he said gently.

His words stopped me cold. I wanted to ask if he was sure. I had wanted to hear him tell me I had no choice, but there was more to it than that. I wanted to be reassured that I wasn’t being replaced by a doggy bitch who’s cunt was the only thing that interested Kendrick anymore. I had also thought the harness was to be a novelty thing, not a daily accessory.

All I could do was whine and give him my best puppy dog eyes.

“You just look so damned fuckable in that costume, Drip. I don’t know how James keeps his dick out of you, but Jane said he hasn’t touched you since yesterday.”

I looked up at Ken. I hadn’t even considered that. James could have done something before he’d left for school, but he hadn’t. I assumed he’d taken Dianne up on her offer. The thought made me feel guilty. I was right there and I hadn’t even thought about James, just myself.

“Just so you know, Chris was a pain in MY ass this morning until Danny insisted he fuck Fartbox’s. And she doesn’t like anal nearly as much as you do. So I want you to be a good girl and look forward to wearing your costume so I can enjoy seeing you get out of it again,” he encouraged me to be less resistant to donning the costume without complaint.

He had me there. I was being totally selfish and scared of a little cramp. I apologized the best I could and trotted over to the harness, picking it up with my teeth and trotting it back to drop at Ken’s feet. I barked once to assure him I’d wear it.

“The little slut just wants it on again so she can offer her butt to James,” Kristina announced in a snarky voice.

I knew what was expected of me. I barked once, but put an edge to it as if to say, Absolutely, with a capital A. After all, James deserved better than a reluctant whore. It wasn’t his fault his mom and sister refused to fuck him again.

The days passed slowly. So slowly I lost track. I know, slow days usually make it easier to keep track, but I’d never had so much down-time before. I’d been a working mom, then a housewife who’d looked forward to lazing around the house but now that I was kind of doing exactly that, I found it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

I quickly began to look forward to Jane’s daytime training, Kristina’s afternoon training and Ken’s cock. James did make a point of plucking my butt plug out and making me hold it while he amused himself with my ass hole.

He was always quick to point out that it wasn’t as good as his mom’s pussy but that it’d have to do. Yeah, it made do for four times in a row after Ken left to go home that second afternoon. It began to feel like I wore the costume more than my butt plug.

One bonus was that if I wore the costume long enough, my forearms and calves went completely numb. All I felt was my upper arms and thighs. My hands and feet may as well not have existed.

At least once a day, Jane or Elizabeth made use of my mouth, but never on a schedule. Just when they felt horny and didn’t have dick easily available. That meant at LEAST once a day. Sometimes I tasted cum when they squatted down on my mouth. I started out thinking it was nasty that they didn’t clean themselves after sex, but then I began to appreciate them for saving it for me.

Once I was fairly sure that I tasted Kendrick’s cum in Jane and later that day, Christian’s in Elizabeth. I figured I was probably wrong, at least about Christian’s cum. He only liked fucking assholes. I was surprisingly calm about the idea of Kendrick fucking Jane again. He did have needs, after all.

Jane worked on a surprise she had in store for Kendrick, but she planned to work the kinks out before showing him. I was the kink. She brought home another dog, this one a male, who’d been trained by a friend of hers who specialized in training dogs to do the deed with humans. The kink was that she wanted me to suck doggie dick. I didn’t want to.

Looking back on it now, I was being an absolute brat at first, and I deserved much more than the few punishments I received for refusing to obey her orders. At the time I was like, I CAN’T DO THAT!

I’d learned to doggy-beg, both the positive and negative kinds. Positive begging was where I’d sit, ensconced in my harness and lift my elbows while allowing my tongue to hang out of my mouth. I’d waggle my elbows and look up at whoever, wide eyed, the message being that I really wanted something.

Negative begging was done while standing on all fours. I’d discovered I could work the muscles in my butt to make it look like my tail was between my legs. I’d then whine quietly, conveying that I didn’t want to do something. My negative begging really pissed Jane off and a number of times, she bemoaned Kristina ever teaching me that move.

It turns out, sucking on a dog’s dick is just repulsive in theory. In practice, dogs have an interesting flavor. Of course, I had to get past the ‘repulsive’ part first, and that was Jane’s biggest challenge.
I still got cramps wearing the harness for extended periods, but Kendrick, Jane and Kristina persevered. It got to the point where I was more reluctant to have the harness removed than to put it back on.

Kristina taught me how to make my own way onto the table without help. I even got to the point where I could nudge the dining chairs into position to make it possible to climb onto the table completely unassisted. I think I took so long to learn that because I knew what would happen. My daughter would thoroughly inspect me and then the harness would have to come off.

On the day of my release Jane seemed a little down, which made me sad. As I said, I’d lost track of the days and I had no idea that it was to be that afternoon, that I’d be released from my duties as a puppy girl. Rocco and I bounded around the backyard, playing together, trying to cheer her up. It helped a little, as did my performance on Duke, a different dog I’d never met before.

He was a Great Dane and his cock was perpetually hard, from the moment he first laid eyes on me and smelled my sex. I was actually eager to assist him with his problem, but Jane wouldn’t let me.

“Ken will be here in a little while, Drip. Just hold your horses, okay?” She ordered.

I barked once then assumed the positive begging stance, trying to get her to agree to giving me at least a little taste. I really had no business being so wanton. James had fed me two loads that morning, I’d taken care of Elizabeth before she left for school and Jane, twice during the day too. What’s more, I knew without a doubt Chris would be over to fill my ass with a couple of loads later as well. But Duke was there and hard. I felt bad for him.

I think I was like I was because Ken hadn’t allowed me to cum when he’d fucked me the evening before. It was his latest thing. Take his cock, get wound up to the breaking point then be forced to cool down again. He’d fucked me for hours. Everyone there to watch had gotten bored and wandered off.

By the time Kristina had assisted me back into my harness, I had been climbing the walls. Later, Rocco nearly managed to make me peak while we played in the kennel. She did her best, but I just could quite get there even though I was willing to suffer the consequences if Ken found out I’d cum.

So there was a lot going on in my head. Duke’s cock, Mistress Jane’s mood and the delicious aroma of horny male. Being made to wait on top of everything really tested my resolve. I mean, honestly, that really was a lot to have to think about for just one puppy girl, but I was determined to be a good puppy girl.

I’d begun to really pride myself on my obedience but I had Danny to thank mostly for that. He’d worked out a deal with Kristina so that when she came over to train me, he was there too, ready to discipline me when I fucked up. If I was slow to respond or didn’t get something right the very first time, he’d whack my butt with a plastic rod he’d taken off a window shade.

There was a lot to be thankful for when he helped me like that. The most important was that he came over every day between the end of school and the start of football practice, to help his sister. That’s EVERY day.

He had put his sister’s desire to train me in the art of being the best possible puppy ahead of his football. That was pretty big. Then there was his dedication to helping me. He could have let me get away with being lazy or not focused but not once did I get away with anything.

As soon as my training session with Kristina ended, he had to haul ass in the family minivan to get to football practice. To me, that was an unexpected level of commitment. And he didn’t cut corners, either. He gave me a warm up spanking before Kristina did her thing and he watched carefully for my mistakes. But Danny went the extra mile.

If I didn’t stand perfectly still while he administered my reminder, he’d start again. Even when he targeted my milk sacks instead of my hindquarters or thighs, where there was exposed skin next to my pud. Getting caned on THAT area, focused me more than any other spot, and he’d do it even though his preference was my teats. I was often a whimpering mess before he finished, and he didn’t stop or let me use tears and whining to get off easy.

One day he didn’t have football practice to get to, and he was able to spend additional time with me. We made a game of discipline. He wanted to test my resolve, and I was in an especially playful mood, trying to test him right back. So he had Fartbox run and get some of the toys he’d been using on her lately.

There was a whip thingy with a bunch of leather tassels, a paddle and crop. The game was to see if he could make me break position before he was done with a set. He showed me how well Fartbox accepted the discipline then tested me to see if I could do the same. It was difficult for me, but well worth it.

But I’m getting off-topic. I was talking about the last day of my week with Mistress Jane - even though I had forgotten it was my last day. Mistress Jane kept Duke inside and I was in the kennel with Rocco when Master Ken came over. I was so excited to see him that I beat Rocco to the wire gate, jumping around and putting my front paws up against the wire, my tail wagging like crazy.

Rocco barked right along with me, but I know I was happier than him to see my master. It felt like it’d been forever ago since I’d seen him even though in the back of my mind, I knew it’d only been one day. Master Kendrick fed a Beggin’ Strip through the wire cage - one for me and one for Rocco, and it was really hard not to gobble it up, but Mistress Jane had been training me too. We both had to settle down and focus on Master Kendrick so that he’d give us permission to consume it. That didn’t mean we were completely still. Our tails were still wagging up a storm.

I held the treat clenched between my teeth just like Rocco, waiting for the order to eat. Master Kendrick made us wait what felt like forever before he moved his hand in that special way that told us we were good to swallow our treats. Rocco was so much better at it than me.

She could be finished and begging for another before I’d chewed one time. I like to savor the flavor, though. Rocco is just a pig. She swallows the treats whole.

“So are you ready, Drip?” he asked through the cage once I’d finished my treat. Rocco didn’t get a second one, by the way.

I had no idea what I had to be ready for, but I sat on my haunches, lifted my front paws and shook them at him after I enthusiastically barked one time. My antics never failed to cause a smile or a chuckle.

“I guess you are. Where’s Jane?” he asked, not really paying a whole lot of attention even when I pointed, just as Princess had taught me. Pointing is where I freeze my body, lift one front paw and aim my nose in the direction I want someone to look. “Is she inside? I was thinking that maybe she’d like to come over tonight and we could play a game where I dump a load and you clean her out?”

I had no idea what Master Kendrick was talking about, but I was simply happy because he was paying attention to me even if it wasn’t his full attention. Sometimes lately, it seemed like he was paying more attention to Mistress Jane or Mistress Elizabeth than me and it wouldn’t be until Mistress Jane encouraged him to have his conjugal visit that he’d really give me the attention I longed for.

Master Kendrick covered his mouth, stifled a sneeze and then unlatched the gate before standing way back. “Go get Jane, Rocco,” he said firmly to my friend.

Master Kendrick is allergic to dogs. Have I mentioned that? I’d wondered a few times if he was in danger of developing an allergy to me. But he only breaks out in a rash if he gets dog hair on his skin, and we’ve been skin to skin when he fucks me, and he hasn’t broken out in hives yet.

Rocco knew what he wanted, and she darted out of the kennel and went searching for Jane. We both knew Jane was in the house with Duke, waiting to unveil her surprise on my master. I was looking forward to showing him the level of skill I’d developed sucking dog cock too.

I had to calm myself. I was very nervous, hoping I wouldn’t let Mistress Jane down by not being able to get this new dog off and scared that my new trick wouldn’t please my master the way Mistress Jane expected it to.

Once Rocco was gone, Master Kendrick approached the gate again.

“You really did submerge yourself in this all the way, didn’t you, Carrie?” he asked.

It took a moment to understand what he was saying. Over the course of the week, I’d stopped being Drip the slave and had become Drip the puppy girl. Hearing the name Carrie after a week of intensive puppy girl training threw me.

“I’ve got a surprise for you when we get home,” he said mysteriously. I love surprises, and I got my tail going side to side as hard and fast as I could.

Kristina had taught me a variety of barks and ways of expressing myself over the last week, and I used all of them to show Master Kendrick how happy that made me even though I was still confused by what he actually meant. I really just processed the word, ‘surprise’.

One thing I’d learned from Princess’ training is that people talk too much. Too many words to get across a concept when few will do. Master Kendrick looked particularly happy and that was enough for me. A surprise was just a bonus, like a Beggin Strip before dinnertime.

Master Kendrick was crouched down, petting my belly when Mistress Jane came out with Duke.

“Whoa!” Master Kendrick said when she called out a greeting and he saw Duke.

He quickly stood up and backed away. He wasn’t scared of Duke. There was nothing in his eyes that proclaimed fear, just an automatic aversion to getting too close to a source of hives. I barked my regret that he’d stopped petting me, but I rolled over and got back into a paws-down stance.