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?"
"I'm your bitch miss." he replied with both humiliation and gratitude in his voice.
"Keep going." she prompted as she turned him to face his little petgirl.
"I'm your slut, your property, your obedient little slave pet. I'm your pretty little slave pet miss." John recited dutify. Despite his sudden change in role, his cock throbbed with desperation.
"Good girl," miss replied. For a moment, Jessica thought she was talking to her. But as John barked softly and sunk down onto all fours, she realized miss was talking to John, feminizing him a little. Miss walked to the closet and returned with a few items in her hand, through from her angle and through the bars of the kennel she couldn't quite make them out.
John stared through the bars at Jessica. Some part of his mind was still working on an explanation of all this that would let him keep his dignity, maybe even return to a dominant role with her, but the better part of him knew such a thing was impossible. His mouth opened in surprise and he let out a little whimper, he turned over his shoulder to watch miss pushing a plug up his asshole, attached to the end was a fluffy little tail. He bit his lip, the humiliation of being made to wear a tail in front of the girl he expected to be obeying and worshipping him tonight was overwhelming, but if he was being honest: after going this far he wanted his miss to push him even further.
Miss moved over to the bed, she sat down on the edge and casually spread her legs, and as John stared intently up her skirt he realized that she had removed her panties at some point before coming home. Miss saw him staring, licking his lips and visibly resisting his urge to let his hand slide down to his throbbing, desperate cock. She smirked and motioned for him to crawl over to her. John whimpered with excitement as he complied, resting his head on miss' leg and staring up at her hopefully.
"Despite this little surprise tonight, have you been a good boy and resisted the urge to cum while your owner was away?" she asked as she stroked his hair softly. "Don't lie to me pet, I'll be able to find out for myself soon enough."
"Yes miss," he replied as he affectioniately kissed and lapped at her thighs; trying to show her even more subservience than normal. "I promise, I was able to control myself."
"Then you should be able to do something for me pet, something I don't think you would be able to do without going for almost a week without an orgasm." she let a wicked smile flash across her face at the thought of it. She took him by the wrists and placed his hands on her waist. "Don't you dare take these hands off my waist until I instruct you to."
"Yes miss," John shuddered with anticipation. His lips inching closer and closer to miss' naked pussy.
"Good slut," she smirked again as she pushed her hips forward and let her pet start to lap eagerly at her pussy. "Because you are going to lick that pussy until you cum without touching."
