Slave is shared
For the past few days Jillian looked after Mrs Watson, and the woman's training was coming along better than expected. The older woman became used to crawling, and no longer made the mistake of speaking, because pet's don't talk. She whined for attention, like a puppy, and yipped to indicate what was needed.
She'd been fed and taken outside for a toilet break, so next were the exercises to keep her fit. On the end of a leash, naked, she was taken around the house, crawling at her mistress's feet. Jillian threw a ball for her pet to catch, or at least bring it back in her mouth. Once the exercises were over, the teacher had to sit on her haunches, in a begging pose.
Occasionally Jillian would toss a treat at her teacher, which was always caught in her mouth, as she had plenty of practice. Keeping the teacher hungry concentrated her efforts on playing the humiliating pet games.
'Well done, puppy-girl. You're a good little puppy, yes you are! Yes, you are, you're my lovely puppy-girl,' Jillian patronised her teacher.
Mrs Watson looked pleased from the praise. She certainly hadn't been happy at the beginning. It was a surprise that their teacher had succumbed to puppy training so easily. Jillian figured it was the weeks of submission to Danny, as his slave, that had softened her up. She'd learnt to obey, and submit to another's will, or be punished. Jillian certainly knew how to punish the woman, being more inventive than Danny.
Before Jillian could embark on further training of the teacher, the door bell rang. Jillian answered the door, knowing who it was going to be.
'Hi, Danny. Did you have a good trip?' Jillian asked.
'Yea, thanks. I've secured a place in college. That will keep my parents happy,' Danny said, looking relieved.
'Well?' he asked.
'What?' she prevaricated.
'You know what. Well? Where is she?' he said, sounding anxious.
'She's alright. I told you I'd keep her safe, so you won't be found out,' Jillian pointedly said.
'Don't play around. Bring her here, I'm taking her home,' he crossly spoke.
'I'm not through training her yet,' Jillian complained.
'Training her?' he asked, looking mystified.
Looking proud of herself, Jillian said, 'Wait here, you'll see.'
Jillian came back to the lounge, with Mrs Watson crawling beside her. On seeing her master, their teacher yapped with pleasure. The woman was naked, apart from leather restraints, collar, leash, and a butt plug tail. It was being wagged to emphasise her pleasure.
Mrs Watson was ecstatic to be rescued from this nauseous girl. Danny was one of her students, yet he had enslaved her. With a blackmail threat hanging over her, she'd given in to his training regime, ending up fully subservient to him. If she had realised how thoroughly submissive and obedient it would make her, she wouldn't have let him brainwash her.
Escaping him had been a great desire, but not now, not after being in the hands of Jillian. The nasty girl was another of her students, but was far more demanding than her master was. Why eighteen-year-olds took such pleasure in tormenting a teacher, she had no idea.
'What have you done to her?' he sharply said.
'She's my puppy-girl now. I've trained her, haven't I puppy-girl?' Jillian slowly said, so as her puppy could understand.
'Yap! Yap!' Mrs Watson answered.
She dare not speak or behave out of turn, while her mistress held the leash. Until she was safely away from here, she had to behave herself, or suffer the consequences.
'Come here, slave!' Danny encouraged.
Mrs Watson looked at him with imploring puppy-dog eyes. Her master was here, but all she could do was wag her tail and hope he took her away.
'She's my puppy-girl now, and she's staying here. You want to stay with your mistress, don't you puppy-girl!' she said.
A sharp tug on the leash had the desired result. Their teacher nuzzled her student's leg, as though wanting to be petted.
'She's coming with me. She's mine, she's my slave. I trained her,' he angrily said.
'We'll let puppy-girl decide,' she confidently smiled.
The smug smile faded, when Mrs Watson dashed to her master, and curled herself around his feet.
'There's your answer,' he said, and stroked their teacher's hair.
'Good slave-girl, I'll take you home, and look after you properly,' he told the woman.
'I'll tell everyone what you've done. You've kidnapped a teacher,' she spat at him.
'I'm rescuing her from your demented plans,' he firmly stated.
'You're going to keep her as your slave, that can't be legal!' she shouted.
'She's with me of her own free will. She wants to be my slave, not a pet,' he shouted back.
Mrs Watson used to be a teacher with bucket loads of authority, able to keep her class in check with just a word or a look. Now she was clinging to a student's legs, looking terrified. Danny extracted the tail, undid the collar and straps, then threw the lot at Jennifer. He snarled something at her, and marched out, with Mrs Watson awkwardly trotting behind him.
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Her legs were stiff, from being strapped into position for a couple of days. Much longer and she wouldn't be able to walk for some time. It didn't take long to be limited to crawling around as that girl's pet. It didn't matter, she was back where she belonged, willingly serving her master.
