Preface
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A myriad of distractions have kept me from getting this part, and parts of other stories, written over the last few weeks.
Looming large in that myriad have been a touch of writers block and some time we all (the real Katy, Betty and I) spent playing with an on line domme. That was huge fun, and we learned a thing or two (or three, or a dozen) about ourselves. Thank you Sarah. Things are even more wonderful here than they were before.
Some interesting games took place, some of which may find their way into K&G or, more likely, stories of their own.
Another distraction that's used up a lot of time is working on four stories at the same time. But since Thursday I've only been working on this, part 19, of Ginny and Katy.
I hope it satisfies those who have asked "Well, WELL, what happens next?" Or were those questions all about P&M? :)
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Saturday, April 21, 2012, The first day
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I woke, as Ginny. Except when my dreams were too human, I usually did when I fell asleep as her. I felt wonderful. Though I was also aware that something had disturbed my sleep. I felt one of Katy's hands resting on my head, the other on my side. They were not moving. The television was showing some kind of documentary, which I gathered had come on after the movie finished.
I moved just my eyes, to see the clock across the room. It was almost two in the morning. I heard again the sound that I realized had woken me up. I smiled because I'd heard it many times before. Katy was snoring ever so quietly.
I'd probably have slept through it, as I usually did, if not for the other distraction. I needed to pee. I lay there thinking about that for a few minutes. I knew I wasn't going to be using the bathroom. Deep immersion and all that. And I'd agreed. But here it was.
The Ginny part of me, which is to say the major part of me right now, wanted to go outside. It was "right," and she really had control of me. The Virginia part of me, that little part that is always watching and always aware, knew it was going to be embarrassing and humiliating. And a big turn on.
I slipped out from under Katy's hands and stood, hands and knees, on the couch beside her. I whined at her. She stopped snoring and changed her position, but didn't wake up. I tried again, whining louder. Nothing.
I sat back, which was exactly the right thing as Ginny. But it changed the pressure on my bladder and I really, really needed to pee. I jumped back up on all fours, jumped up and down on the couch and barked several times. Katy jolted awake.
"What the... oh, Ginny. Is everything OK?"
I whined, jumped over her to the floor, and danced around to face her. I barked several times and ran through the door into the kitchen. I stopped at the space between the island and the counter, spun around, and danced up and down barking. Katy came through the door from the living room a moment, later yawning and rubbing her eyes.
I ran over to the back door and stopped. I'd intended to scratch at the door, but I had come up short with my paw an inch or so from it's surface. I considered my nails. First, if I scratched would it mess up my manicure? Second, would it leave scratch marks on the door. Thirdly, did Ginny care? I scratched at the door.
Katy reached up to the coat rack to get my leash then crouched down in front of me. And, well, I'm a puppy not a trained dog, so I continued to jump around and scratch at the door.
"Sit, Ginny. And stop that scratching. You'll ruin my door."
I slowed my jumping around just enough to let her get hold of my collar and put the leash on. She stood and opened the door. We'd gotten the whole thing about going outdoors out of the way some time ago. And I really did need to pee. So I lunged out the door and got most of the way across the porch before Katy pulled me up short.
"Bad girl. Wait for me to take you."
I whimpered again, but waited, my body shivering with excitement. She stepped out on the porch, closed the door, and went down the steps, with me leading her. Not quite straining at the leash, but certainly keeping it pulled taut.
I was playing up the behavior I'd seen in that puppy so long ago. When she really needed to go she didn't sniff around or search for the perfect spot or any of those things dogs do. She went straight to her favorite spot, under what we all called "her" tree and did what she needed to do.
I'd already picked my favorite tree so I pulled Katy right along to it. When we got there my need overrode every resistance I'd been expecting in myself. I got close to the tree, steadied myself on two hands and one knee and raised my leg to pee on it.
Katy yanked my leash. "No, Ginny. Not that way."
I put my leg down and turned to look up into her face.
"I've played this game before, Ginny. And we both know that girl dogs somethings, raise their leg like you just did. And it's the way you almost always see human pets like you do it. But I can tell you that it's nearly impossible to keep from peeing on your other leg."
I looked from her to the tree and back and whined again. I really didn't care about that right now.
"Instead of doing that, I want you to stand on your toes and fingers, lower your crotch very close to the ground then pee. It's a very girl dog thing to do. Go ahead, baby."
So I did as she said. It seemed awfully loud. I glanced up at her then looked away. She was watching me. As my relief came, the other things I'd expected to feel rose up. Ginny was just doing what comes naturally. Virginia was finding it all deliciously humiliating. As the stream tapered off I found I was getting wet another way.
"Are you done? Sure you don't need to poop too, baby?"
No, I didn't, thankfully. That would happen, of course, but not right now.
Yip!
"Stand up, baby dog."
I did and she cleaned me up with a baby wipe and dried me with some tissues. Or tried to. She leaned down to take a closer look, then ran a finger through my folds. I growled and humped my pelvis slightly and was rewarded by pushing her finger up against my clitoris.
She removed her fingers and patted me on the head.
"You're such a good girl, aren't you?"
Bark!
"If you're all done, let's go in. Bed time."
We went back in the house, she hung up my leash, and gave me a slap on the ass.