Once Mistress had finished with him, Pet was taken to the kennel where the other slave dogs were kept. He was given bowls of food and water and harnessed so that his hands were padlocked to his ankles, preventing him from rising, despite the kennel walls being short enough to step over. He laid down on the hard floor, unable to stretch out despite the ample room to do so due to his constraints but exhausted from his training session with Mistress. After a rest he drank some water and ate some food, still in shock as to his current status as slave dog, betrayed by what he thought was a friend. He wondered if he would ever earn his freedom, and what exactly that entailed.
The next morning Pet was collared and leashed by a pony slave girl and led out of his kennel early in the morning. He was still padlocked into a hands and knees position, forcing him to crawl along behind the pony slave. She led him to a bathing room where he was permitted to relieve himself awkwardly before leading him into the shower. He was immediately inundated with steaming hot water that somehow felt delicious on his sore muscles while also burning his skin. He remained on his hands and knees while the pony slave girl washed him as the water sluiced over his body. She paid generous attention to his cock and nearly virgin ass, slipping a soapy finger inside the latter to ensure Mistress would be pleased with her work.
After he was toweled dry, Pet was led back to his kennel where he was blindfolded, after being permitted a quick drink and bite to eat. The pony slave removed his collar and leash before exiting the pen. He remained like this for what seemed like eternity, wondering when he would see Mistress again, and how she could possibly amplify his training, as promised. He was unaware of the existence of predicaments like his, it was more twisted than even a letter to Penthouse. When his knees became sore, he laid down on his side and drifted off to sleep, hoping to wake up from this nightmare when he awoke. No sooner had his eyes closed behind the blindfold did he hear a familiar voice, commanding that he rise to "standing" for a slave dog.
Pet jumped to attention, relieved that the waiting was over, but also with a knot in his stomach, wondering what was to come. Mistress collared and leashed Pet before forcing him to climb over the entrance to his kennel and into freedom. Pet didn't even consider trying to make a run for it...he was clumsy on his hands and knees from lack of practice at moving that way, not to mention he was padlocked into that position. At least crawling he wasn't worried about running into anything while blindfolded, for that he was grateful, but only that.
Mistress led Pet to a closed door, which she opened and ushered him through. She left him there, by the door. He could hear her moving about the room they had entered, but he had no idea what she was doing, or what torture awaited him. Suddenly Mistress appeared by his side, leading him by the leash to what felt like a matted area of floor. There they stopped; Pet was grateful for the mats because his knees were screaming for relief after being forced to crawl everywhere for two days. He supposed they would toughen up, eventually, if this really was to be his life.
Pet began to wish he had taken another drink before leaving the kennel. He was very thirsty, after all, he was very nervous, and was afraid to ask for a drink because he didn't want to risk the wrath of Mistress early in the training session. He licked his dry lips nervously, debating whether to ask the question after all when mistress beat him to it. "Are you thirsty Pet?" She asked. Nervously, he nodded, assuming she would offer him a drink. He was surprised but delighted when Mistress responded by removing his blindfold, only after placing a spreader bar (set at a difficult to maintain setting) between his ankles and securing them to the piece of metal, preventing him from moving forward at anything but a glacial pace. He was relieved, when his hand restraints were loosened, though not removed entirely.
This isn't so bad, he thought, as the feeling returned to his hands following the constant pressure of pulling his knees along while he crawled. He subtly shook out one hand, then the other, looking around before settling his gaze on Mistress. The room was bare, other than a cloth covered cube in the middle of the matted area and an unsettling table covered with a sheet; but appearing lumpy beneath said sheet. Mistress was sitting on the cube, wearing a one-piece sheer black teddy, trimmed in spotted fur. Elbow length fur trimmed gloves completed the outfit, and Pet couldn't help but feel his cock tighten just seeing her.
Mistress spoke again, "come here if you're thirsty", while tugging on the leash attached to his collar. Pet immediately began crawling toward Mistress, only to realize as he reached her that he didn't see anything else in the room and immediately regretting his eagerness but realizing it was too late now. As he approached, Mistress spread her legs and pointed to her cunt, unclipping the crotch of the teddy as she did so. "Here you go Pet, lap away". Pet realized immediately that his goal was to please Mistress, despite his thirst, and that's what he would do.
Steeling himself, Pet came mouth level with Mistress's pussy, realizing this would be easy, for he was an oral sex expert. He knew he would have Mistress coming in no time, impressed by his prowess and begging him to stay on as a consultant. He settled into the work of lapping at the wet cunt, licking up the slit, only to find her sopping. He realized she was serious and that this may be his only chance of getting something liquid on his tongue any time soon. He redoubled his efforts, moving from licking Mistress's slit to lapping at her clit, teasing the sensitive nub out of its hood and into range of his tongue. He gently seized upon it, applying pressure with his lips over his teeth, gently sucking the clit and releasing it just as quickly. Mistress began to writhe soon after this treatment.
Increasing his ministrations, Pet swirled his tongue around Mistress's swollen clit. Pushing hard against it while circling at the same time. She began to shudder, and he switched to gently but vigorously sucking her clit. Biting softly every now and then as her legs began to twitch, Pet took a breath before returning to his work. With his loosened restraints, Pet was able to crouch at Mistress's feet and reach her cunt with one hand. He inserted one finger and began pumping her pussy with it while continuing to lave her clit with his tongue and lips. He withdrew the digit, to a moan from Mistress, only to push two fingers back into her sopping hole, pumping them deeply into her, keeping time with his mouth.
Pet knew it wouldn't take long with his skilled tongue and penetrating fingers before Mistress came apart, and he was ready for the accolades, wondering if he'd even given her one of the fastest orgasms ever. Like clockwork, she suddenly stiffened under his mouth, her inner walls clutching his fingers, sucking them deeper and deeper as spasms quaked over her body. When paused to congratulate himself Pet felt strips of leather come crashing onto his back, once, twice, three, four times. "Who told you to stop????" Mistress gasped. She lashed him again and his cock jumped to attention despite the pain and the cries she tore from his body in the process. "Now...again". Pet was stunned. She wasn't satisfied? He'd done some grade A clit licking and sucking, his specialty. Fuming he began attacking Mistress's pussy with his mouth. Licking and sucking and gently biting while she rained down blows on his body with the flogger. She seemed not to care where they landed or the impact each lash had on his efforts.
"This time don't stop until you're told, do you understand?" Mistress demanded, not missing a lash with the flogger as she spoke. Pet nodded, continuing to bathe his chin in pussy juice, while he worked on Mistress's clit and slippery snatch. Her legs started to twitch again, and he began congratulating himself. After all, if there's one thing that can't be ignored, is this kind of proof. As Mistress expressed her pleasure vocally, the flogging ceased. She tightened and strained, coming apart under Pet's mouth. He realized she hadn't expressed an interest in his stopping and that she intended for him to continue eating her through the current orgasm. As if reading his mind Mistress begin raining half hearted blows on Pet with the flogger again until the orgasm subsided. Then the blows began to increase in intensity again as Mistress recovered. Pet continued his work on Mistress's pussy, wondering when she would signal him to stop, surely the pleasure and sensitivity must be nearly overwhelming by now.
Quickly Pet realized that Mistress must be expecting him to give her a second orgasm. Jesus, how long would that take? He'd never given anyone a second orgasm before, women just didn't like sex that much. "Ok, dive in, she asked for it," thought Pet as he increased his efforts on the bucking slit of Mistress. She let out a loud guttural moan as she began to come, barely managing to keep her place on the cube, he grabbed her clit and began to hum, a signature move that he knew drove the ladies wild. Mistress was no exception, her quivering slit really began bucking then as he struggled to keep his mouth aligned with her shuddering pussy. To his shock she continued to orgasm, showing no signs of slowing the rolling motion of her hips as she gasped and panted. He quickly inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and Mistress gasped out loud at the intrusion.
