This is a fictional story i found and liked....
Puppy's Further Adventures
by MasterKensbeany©
It was a dreadfully long, lonely day for the puppy waiting for her Master's return. Earlier she had gone thru her usual morning rituals, waking Master with her warm hungry mouth, bathing him with her hands and tongue, fixing his breakfast and sitting patiently on the floor next to him while he ate, cleaning up...all routine but each in their own way completely satisfying for her. With even the smallest service she did for her Master, she made his life easier, brought him comfort and pleasure and she lived to do just those things.
Sometimes, when he left her home alone for the day, he left her free to take care of her chores around the house. Sometimes, he left her bound to the bed or over the furniture, helpless and exposed, ready to be played with or taken at his leisure when he returned. Sometimes, like this morning, he left her locked securely inside her cage with a blanket for comfort, her bowls in the corner with water and kibble and a couple of her favorite chew toys. Before he'd closed her inside, he'd stuffed the dildo into her pussy and the plug with held her tail into her ass.
Shortly after purchasing her cage, he'd had a harness special made for her, it held the dildo and plug firmly in place, allowing her tail to fall properly down her thighs and even had an opening for her to pee without having to remove it all. The only thing she couldn't do was touch herself, her clitty was completely covered and there was no room whatsoever for her to ride on the dildo. It was maddening to feel the constant urgent throbbing of her pussy and ass around the plugs, feeling them rub together with each small move she made and not be able to bring herself to climax. Around her nipples he'd placed small rings which held them firmly engorged and kept them sore. Over them she wore a special bra which, again, allowed no access to probing fingers. She waited, trying to get comfortable in her cramped cage, trying to ignore her arousal and listening intently for the sounds that would signal her Master's return.
As the hours wore on, her torment increased. She could feel the leather of her harness becoming saturated with her juices and then her thighs become slick with them. Her nipples ached to be released from the rings, until they became a constant nagging pain. She couldn't lie still, she dreaded moving and on top of everything else, her water bowl was empty and she had to pee. Ignoring her bladder became her one overriding concern now, she couldn't pee in her cage, Master would be so angry at her if she did that. She paced back and forth on hands and knees, begging out loud for her Master to return though she knew she was forbidden to speak when Master had her in puppy mode. She didn't care, all she could think of was the needs of her own body. Just when she thought she could hold out no longer and was thinking of the best place to go, she heard the sound of his key in the door and knew he was home. Her pleading whines met him as soon as he got inside and closed the door.
"Uh oh" she heard him exclaim as he walked towards the cage "sounds like something's wrong with my puppy." He stood looking down at her as her whimpering increased in both volume and urgency. Looking around her cage, he spied the empty water bowl and laughed to himself. "What's the matter puppygirl" he asked playfully "does my puppy have to go potty?" She tried desperately to relay her need by wagging her tail and staring intently at the locked cage door. She heard him laughing happily, enjoying her discomfort and her antics. "Hmmmmmmm, I guess she does" he chuckled to himself "OK puppy, I'll let you out." He unlocked the door and as he was pulling it open, he grabbed her leash and attached it just as she was emerging. She was confused, he never had leashed her to go to the bathroom before but she turned and began to crawl in a b-line for the bathroom door. He pulled her up sharp when she hit the end of the leash.
"Not that way puppy" he told her "come with me now." Even more confused and bewildered she followed as he led her to the back door and opened it, stepping out into the back yard. It hit her then and she balked, pulling back on the leash and trying to go back in the direction of the bathroom. "PUPPY HEEL!!!!!!!" Her Master had worked with her diligently for several weeks training her to respond immediately to both word commands and hand gestures until she had no will to disobey, she knew this was another test of that training. His words and tone brought her up short, she hated it but she knew she had no choice and turning, followed him into the yard. He walked her over to some bushes and looked down at her "you can go now puppy" was all that he said. This was terrible!! He couldn't expect her to do this, he just couldn't. She looked up at him, thinking to beg him not to make her do this thing but, when she saw him cock that eyebrow at her, she knew she must do it or face disappointing him. Disappointing her Master was never an option for her. Lowering her head, she could feel the heat of her blush burning her face. She leaned back on her haunches and after a couple of moments, emptied herself on the lawn.
"Good puppy" he praised as he patted her head, "heel puppy." He led her back into the house and she dragged along behind him, her tears doing nothing to cool her still hot cheeks. Once in the living room again, he sat in his big comfy chair and she sat at his feet. "Was that so hard for you my puppygirl?" he asked. She leaned her head against his knee, her tears soaking the fabric of his pants. He reached down and lifted her chin, smiling down at her. "I'm very proud of you" he told her gently "I know you almost lost it a time or two but, you got yourself back under control and that pleases me greatly." His words were a balm to her heart and she found herself smiling back thru her tears.
Suddenly, his smile disappeared and an evil glint came into his eyes. "However" he started menacingly "you weren't so controlled all day, were you puppy?" Her mind began racing, trying to think of what she could have done to make him angry but nothing came to her. "Before I came in" he continued "I could've sworn I heard someone talking...was that you puppy?" Her heart stopped and her eyes dropped to the floor. "I heard someone begging for their Master to hurry home" his voice was growing cold and dangerous "your Master is not pleased about this puppy, not pleased at all." "How could she have been so stupid and careless"? she thought as she prostrated herself at his feet, licking his shoes and whining pathetically for forgiveness. "Stand up puppy" was his answer, she knew there would be no forgiveness before her punishment. She stood on shaky legs, still staring at the floor in front of her. He stood as well and pulled her around behind his chair, pushing her over it so that her head was in the seat and her seat was high in the air, her toes barely touching the ground. Lifting her tail and throwing it over her back, he exposed her bottom. The harness fit between her cheeks, holding them apart slightly and leaving them nicely vulnerable. She felt his hands running slowly over her ass and down her thighs, coming back up to check the wetness of the leather covering her pussy.
He walked over to the stand where he kept an assortment of canes. Some of them were beautifully carved of hardwoods and others were of simple rattan. The first were mostly for parties and gatherings, the latter were "disposable" ones, the kind he didn't mind breaking. It was one of the later that he selected now, flashing it thru the air, testing is rigidity. He stood to the side of her and tapped her bottom with a couple of warning blows. They stung slightly but she knew she was in for much worse. "You know my rules puppy?" he questioned her "I've made them clear enough for you?" She shook her head yes, he had and she knew them. "You understand why I have to punish you? Again, a sad shake of her head. "Good then, 20 strokes for talking in puppy mode" he told her " and no... you don't need to count off, puppies can't count." She winced at the number, 20 was a lot. Burying her face into the upholstery and digging her fingers into the arms of the chair, she steeled herself as best she could.
The first blow was still a shock when it came, striking her hard over the backs of her thighs and she let out a yelp of pain. Then another came just above the first and another just above that. After the first 10 he had a nice pattern from the middle of the thighs to the top of her ass. After each, he'd given her a few seconds for the pain to subside before administering the next. For the last 10 he wasn't so kind, bringing the cane down with long powerful strokes again and again over already tender flesh, sending her forward and off balance. Her yelps turned into cries and then into full-throated screams as her tears poured again from already swollen stinging eyes. The final stoke did indeed break the cane, sending shards flying thru the air and nearly toppling her over the chair. He pulled her back into place and put a hand in the small of her back to steady her. He ran his hands over the bright red welts, admiring the lovely design they made. "Lovely my puppy" he said happily, "but not enough I think. No it needs something more."
She barely heard his words over her own weeping, she only knew he wasn't letting her up yet. He left her for a moment and when he returned, she felt the cool round head of his favorite paddle as he ran it over her hot welts. Her anguished cry was met with a chuckle as his hand moved again to her back, holding her in place. He started in one spot, slowly and softly, gradually working up both speed and force until he had her kicking and screaming, then he would move to another spot and start the process again. She knew he was watching carefully as the bruises began to appear and spread across her bottom. He considered himself an artist with her as his canvas and he took great pride in the beauty of the marks he left upon her. He would occasionally rub over the spot he'd just finished, waiting to see how it would work or he would stand back and take in the whole picture, assessing where he needed more color.
Eventually, the heat of her bottom began to merge with the heat of her pussy, the pain becoming exquisite pleasure. Her screaming stopped completely and as her mournful sobs turned into deep, guttural moans her bottom began to rise to meet each stroke of the paddle. Now, it was when he stopped, when he withheld the pain that her cries rang out, reaching up on tiptoes, her ass searching for the instrument of her torture. When the paddle hit again, she shook and groaned in ecstasy. The heat rising from her ass and pussy warmed the very air around them and the scent of her juices filled the room.
"Down slut!" was all he had to say, immediately she was sliding down onto the floor, her ass raised into the air, her legs spread wide. He fumbled with the catch for the dildo and the cover that held it in and then removed them, leaving a wide opening to her pussy. She heard him unzipping and felt him plunge his cock deep into her dripping cunt. He was using his cock as a battering ram, driving in again and again. She could feel the tender flesh of her pussy being bruised and battered by his savage assault. He reached up her back and grabbed two handfuls of her long red hair, using them as his reins, riding her wildly. He pumped deep into her steaming pussy and she could feel the pressure of the plug in her ass rubbing against his cock and the simmering heat of her glowing bottom.
She loved when he took her hard like this; she loved his strength and the passion she knew drove him to use her so forcefully. She was his fucktoy and she reveled in it. She felt his body tense and heard a moan that roared up from his balls as he emptied them into her. He held her there, pulled back onto his cock by the hair for long moments as he shot stream after stream of his seed deep inside of her. When he finally released her, she fell forward onto the carpet, completely spent and drained. After only a second, she came to her senses and realized he was waiting. She dragged herself up and turned towards him, her mouth automatically reaching for his cock, engulfing it. The flavor of their mingled juices with the last few drops of his nectar were the sweetest things she knew of and she lovingly licked and sucked him clean.
He finally pulled her off and got back up into his chair, allowing her to sit between his legs with her head on his lap. She pulled his cock back into her mouth and softly suckled as he lit his pipe and relaxed. Looking up into his face, she saw the smile that she loved more than anything in the world and knew that her Master was pleased with her again. As he smoked in silence, she drifted off to sleep with her Master's cock still in her mouth, thoroughly contented and at peace.
