Author's Note: I was shocked with the direction it turned. My fingers have a mind of their own sometimes (most of the time). But I wanted to make it into something decent and not just a stroke story, so this is what I came up with. I do have someone looking at this story, but no official editor.
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Elsa Fishtpad was walking along the streets, dragging her suitcase along the sidewalk, completely homeless now that she had turned 18. It was Friday, school had just gotten out but I hadn't gone. Instead she was just walking along, hungry, tired, her feet hurting, and she didn't know what to do now that she had nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Elsa had large E breasts and big green eyes with pale skin and red curly long hair. She didn't have a temper, at least not one that she saw. She was seen as a sex doll by most, and she couldn't blame them. She really did look like a sex doll.
Elsa was walking toward the house of the only man to ever be kind to her in her life, her science teacher Mr Matt. She had followed him from school everyday for a week, just knowing that soon she'd be out on the streets and she knew she'd need to know the way to his home.
Just then, Elsa saw his house and walked up to his porch, sat down on his swing and began taking off all her clothes. She wanted him to see her as a sex doll and forget his morals when it came to fucking a student.
Elsa had worked at a sex shop and had a few toys that she'd bought with her discount there. She took out the ring gag and put it in her mouth, fastened it. She added black dog ears, then lubed up my black tail plug and shoved it in her ass. Then she attached cuffs to her wrists and ankles, ones that had D rings on them for easy attachment to chains. Finally she got out the black puppy paws and attached the velcro to one, but she couldn't do both. Frustrated, she whined loudly.
Just then a man behind me chuckled in a deep voice and said in an amused voice.
"Well well, what do we have here? A lost lil doggy?"
Elsa turned to find a huge black guy resting against the porch railing. She had been so caught up in what she had been doing, she hadn't heard him come up. Either that or he was really silent on his feet. Who knew for sure, but it didn't matter at this point.
I whined and shook my ass, then crawled up to him and held up the paw whose mitt still needed to be fastened properly. He gave me one long look, as if judging how serious I was, and I gave him a look I would never have given him if my mitt had been properly attached. He chuckled and reached out, fastened the velcro properly and I went into full blown puppy mode.
I immediately started whining and rubbing my naked self against him all over, shaking my ass at him and prancing around like a bitch in heat. I was soon wet, seeing his cock get larger in his pants and imagining it in all my holes. Well, 2 of them. I had never been fucked in the pussy yet, I wanted to save that for my owner.
"Are you chipped girl?" he asked me. I heard the words but didn't understand them. I sat on my heels and whined softly, head tilted, looking cute I knew. He pulled out a device, something like a scanner I guess, and he held it to the side of my neck. It beeped and he looked at it, shook his head.
"Nope, you aren't. How old are you girl?" Elsa pointed to her ring gag and he laughed deeply. She was a little wary of him, since she didn't know him at all, but that barely let her go back into her human mindset now that she was in full gear.
"Are you over 18?" he asked her now. She stomped her paw. "Are you 18?" She nodded, whining deeply.
"Good." He took something off the porch railing and looked at her through it. She suddenly realized it was a camera. She immediately went wild, dancing in place, wiggling her body, whining loudly, rubbing against his side.
"Good girl, pet," he said, petting her. She whined happily, nuzzling his side best she could. He hadn't hit her yet, which is better than what the others had done.
"I'm going to take this gag out of your mouth and you aren't to bite me or do anything destructive, understood?" He said gruffly. He took it off her and she immediately whined, going to her bag and taking out a metal muzzle that could be attached to my head and had several other attachments. It was much like what you'd put on a biting dog, but it was made for human pets instead.
"You want to wear this?" He asked her.
Elsa nodded and barked loudly. He put it on her after examining it all over. "This must've been very expensive, pet. Who is your owner?" She frowned and whined, then shook her head. Owner? She had no owner. Not yet. Maybe he would be?
"Let's go inside my home." He went to the door and unlocked it, leading her inside. Elsa followed and he turned off his camera. Her human side was confused, Elsa had sworn this was my teacher's home as she had followed him here from school.
But my puppy mind didn't care at all. This is where I belonged. He had several cages and pillows on the floor along the hallway and in his living room.
"Mandatory meeting. New voluntary puppy girl. My house. One hour." His gruff voice brought me to his side and I tilted my head at him as I knelt before him with my paws behind my back and my knees spread wide. My pussy was wet, I was horny after seeing him and being in my puppy mode.
"Calm down girl," he said gruffly, smiling at me. "I see you don't have a collar, which is a very good thing for you pup. I'm gonna tag you tonight so if you ever run away, you can be found."
I just listened, resting gracefully, not understanding him much. A tag? What was that? Would it hurt? I hoped it wouldn't.
"Speak girl."
I barked.
"English girl! I need to know your story."
She barked again and rubbed her muzzle against him before sighing. It broke her conditioning to talk to him like a human would, but she had to.
"My name is Elsa, Sir. I followed Mr Matt to what I thought was his home, this home, several times in the past month from school. Guess I messed up with that. I knew I'd need a home when I turned 18 today and was kicked out of my room at the group home." I struggled to keep going against my conditioning. "I thought this was his home. I trusted him to take care of me. All the stuff I'm wearing I bought at the sex shop where I worked until yesterday. I was also trained to be a pet of some sort while there for the last 3 years." Elsa kept flinching as she spoke, ready for the crop.
"I'm not smart enough to make decent grades unless I really study hard, and then I only get Cs. I came here hoping he'd take me in, care for me as a pet." She struggled to find words. "I think that's it Sir. I was conditioned never to talk human when I'm in my puppy gear, Sir. This is hard for me."
"I can see that. Thank you. You won't have to speak again in human while in puppy mode. I love your training, your conditioning. But whoever did it was wrong to do it to you at such a young age." He said. He sat down and thought, occasionally rubbing her head.
Dwayne sat and thought about what a delightful pet had landed in his lap. This wasn't normally the way things were handled, but because this was a very unique case, he'd be taking her under his wing and protecting her.
Time passed quickly and soon there were knocks on the door and the sound of it opening and closing several times as members of the Slave Association let themselves in. The first one was Brad and as he came into the living room, he frowned when he saw the new pet. Dwayne had told her to stay when they heard them arrive.
"Elsa? What are you doing here? Why didn't you show up at school today?" he asked her. She barked loudly and shook her ass, whined, but didn't move from her spot at my side.
"What did you do to her, you faggot?" Brad asked Dwayne harshly.
"Brad! Remember your place!" Mistress Chim said harshly behind him. "I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why Master Dwayne has an unfamiliar pet girl curled up against his side."
"She is here because it is her birthday, she just turned 18 and got thrown out of her group home today, and she had followed Brad here to my home several times in the past month from the school. She thought this was his place instead of mine. I told her she wouldn't have to go against her conditioning again."
"Conditioning? What conditioning? What have you done to her?" Brad demanded. Elsa growled, not liking his tone to her Master at all. She had accepted him as her owner in her mind until she was told otherwise and Dwayne admired it, then wondered what would happen if he let her loose on Brad Matt. He decided to find out and reached over, undid her paw mitts and took off her muzzle. She looked at me, then saw I didn't know what she needed.
She said, "Normally when I look at you like that, I want you to confirm that you wish for me to finish the process you've started with me going back to full human mode. I can easily switch between puppy and human without all my gear on, Master."
"Go back to full human," I ordered gruffly. She smiled and took off her cuffs and headband, pulled out her tail and set them all in a pile on the floor. "Those are dirty, so they must be cleaned. If they're cleaned, they get put away."
Fully human now, Elsa looked at Brad and saw he had a collar on. She grinned wickedly.
"What are you thinking, girl?" Mistress Chim asked her. Elsa glared and they did a silent battle without words. Elsa nodded, submitting to her as well.
"I'm thinking Mr Matt wouldn't last a day in my life, Mistress. Not without being trained and put in his place by everyone he called a faggot, including the girls. I went through a slow but rigorous training and conditioning at the sex shop where I worked for the past 3 years, Mistress. I don't know when the last time I actually spoke human there. I'd love to see him pegged by the Master. He flies both ways."
"I knew I'd seen you before, girl," a white man in all black said quietly from the doorway. "You're the girl that Jeffers has at his shop sometimes."
