The car slid silently through the night, the cabin only periodically illuminated by the street lamps. Jessica crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously in the back seat. Her heart raced suddenly when she, in a strange moment of clarity, realized what she was doing. The man driving the car was someone she had met at the bar, someone who she barely knew. But the way he had spoken to her, his confidence, his assertiveness, his dominance, had triggered something deep within her. He had told her to get in the car, that he was going to take her home, and she was instinctively obeying his instructions before she had much time to think about it. When he had told her to ride in the back, it made her feel small, almost helpless. But it was intoxicating and utterly irresistible, her pussy moistened as she realized that there wasn't much she would say 'no' to in her current state. The car pulled into the garage and the motor shut down.
"Come with me Jessica," John instructed as he opened her door and offered her a hand.
"Yes Sir," she replied softly as she let herself be guided. John helped her from the back of the car and lead her to the door the house. There a sign awaited with simple instructions: No Clothing In The House. Beneath the sign waited an open laundry hamper. John gestured to the sign wordlessly then looked to Jessica.
Her heart raced even faster when she realized how quickly things were going to go tonight. She wanted so badly to obey, but she was nervous, she needed to be coaxed just a little to make her submit the way she truly wanted to. She nervously looked at the ground and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Sir, I want to, it's just that-"
"I know subbie," he interrupted her. "I am going to go inside, and you can take as much time as you need before you follow me inside. But when you do come in, I expect the house rules to be obeyed."
And with that he opened the door and stepped inside, leaving Jessica alone. What would happen next? She wondered, before answering her own question. Nothing. Nothing would happen until she gathered her resolve enough to do as she was told. She started to undress in the strange garage, dropping item after item into the laundry hamper. Once down to only her bra and panties she hesitated. Maybe she should stop, call a car to take her home, there was nothing stopping her from leaving before things went too far. She rejected the thought, deciding she owed it to herself to see this through while the opportunity was right in front of her. Her bra and panties joined the rest of her clothes and she cracked the door to slip inside.
Once through the door, her hands dropped to cover her pussy instinctively. She tip-toed completely nude through John's house, and for a moment she wondered if she should have made sure they were alone first. It was too late now; and while she felt very exposed like this she could feel her wetness already dripping down her thighs. She saw a bedroom att the end of the hallway and heard moving inside, she could only hope it was John as she made her way to the room. Her eye was caught by the site of a large dog kennel, but she had gotten no impression that a dog lived in this house.
"Good girl," came a voice from off to her side. John emerged from the bathroom, still wearing his slacks and oxford shirt but having lost his dark jacket. "I am glad you found the courage to come inside."
"I'm sorry it took a while Sir," Jessica stammered still trying in vain to cover herself with her hands. "It's just that I was so nervous, I've never done anything like this before, and I really want -"
John cut her off by pressing a finger to her lips. "That's enough Jessica. I know you are nervous, so I am going to make things easier for you. You aren't allowed to speak tonight. If you feel the need to make noises, you will bark, like a good little pet. If you understand and agree, I want you to sink down to all fours for me."
Jessica felt her face flush red with embarrassment, but at the same time she felt a wave of relief rush over her at this arrangement. She opened her mouth to agree verbally, but then remembered the instructions and stopped herself. Instead, she nervously sank down to her knees, and then leaned forward until her hands pressed to the floor. For a moment, her mind was consumed with the feeling of how exposed she was in this position. But then she realized with a start what that kennel was actually for. She wanted to say something, but all she could manage was.
"Bark! Bark!"
"Good girl Jessica," John praised and Jessica felt her heart leap at his praise. She felt her sense of submission to him deepen significantly. She was so grateful.
John opened the kennel and beckoned for Jessica to crawl inside. She eagerly shuffled forward on her hands and knees, no longer feeling the slightest bit of hesitancy to go deeper into this petgirl role she had been given. She opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out as she started to pant quietly. She turned around just in time to see the door to the kennel being closed on her. She looked up at her new Dom pleadingly through the bars.
"Don't worry pet, you may come out again, after you have shown me that you're worth my time." John instructed as she approached the cage and moved to unzip. But just before his hand reached the zipper her heard the hum of the garage door and froze. His demeanor changed so suddenly, Jessica thought she was looking at a different person. The facade of his confidence evaporated and suddenly he was the one looking nervous. Oh god, Jessica thought as panic overtook her, what if he was married? What if his wife had just come home?
But then John did something she couldn't understand. He quickly unzipped his pants, dropping them and his underwear at the same time. His shirt quickly followed and he stood before her completely naked, his eyes locked on the garage door. He grabbed his clothes and quickly kicked them under the bed just in time for the door to open. Jessica was far too confused for words at this point, she just stared.
A woman entered the house with a confident stride. Her eyes immediately locked on John and she gave him a seductive smile. "Well hello there petboy," her gaze drifted to the side, and she noticed Jessica half hidden behind him. "Oh, and it seems we've taken in a stray."
"Yes miss, I wasn't expecting you home until tomorrow." John confessed.
"Clearly not, and just what made you think I would allow something like this while I was gone pet?" She asked, though to Jessica it didn't seem like she was particularly upset by all this.
"Miss, you said I was allowed to play while you were gone, as long as I didn't cum." John protested. Miss snapped her fingers at him, and he sank down to all fours just as Jessica had done a few minutes ago.
"And this wasn't going to make you cum?" Miss asked as she peered over at the caged and naked woman John has prepared for himself. She noticed the look of confusing on the poor girl's face.
"I know, it's hard to understand." she explained apologetically. "Sometimes John likes to pretend to be a dominant male. But he's not. Tell me John: what are you?"
