Slipping on the black leather collar sends a shiver up my spine as I feel the cold of the metal ring against my skin. Master had said I should be prepared for our little hiking trip to test my limits. I can feel myself dripping at the thought but also a twinge of nervousness, we're going on a small hike up a secluded trail, but any outdoor activities risk the chance of being caught. I slip on some shorts and a thin tank top with knee-high black socks, and I want to make it easy for Master to take off my clothes when needed but also make him struggle to look away from me.
"Come on, pet, time to go." The call of my Master makes it difficult not to let out a whimper, my desperation growing.
We hike the trail for a bit, slowly making our way to the destination he's chosen just for me. We passed a few other hikers, two couples, and a trio of men who appeared to be friends. I'm nervous and excited about what position they might catch me in with my Master's. My thighs were starting to send burning sensation into my calves; maybe Master had planned this out. Make me hike so I wouldn't be able to be as defiant as usual. Making me weak and only able to be an obedient puppy, the warmth spreads to my pussy. The thrill of being caught is as good as any edging, but I won't make it too easy for him to take me as is. I grip the edges of my shorts, trying to calm myself at the thought of being forced to the edge of a climax, only to be slowly back down once again. A punishment I find delicious despite the maddening sensations it gives me. The couple is behind us only a few paces, and I let out a louder than intended moan while I claw my thighs. I don't turn back to see if they heard, but Master turns to look at me. I can't help but smile, and I love putting on a show. A few moments later, I begin to get bored with this endless trail, so I get close to his back and paw at his shirt, making a teasing whimpering sound like a puppy. Maybe if I get on his nerves a little, he'll stop the hike and give me a good spanking, so I gently bite his shoulder and slip my hands up his shirt.
A gentle yet firm touch to my chin, forcing my eyes up to his, brings me to a halt. I melt quickly into his grasp, my submissive mind ready to obey despite my bratty nature.
"We're here, my impatient little puppy," his voice is deep and rich, putting me in a trance that makes me instantly his obedient Puppy. I take in my surroundings; we've wandered off the trail to a small waterfall and pool of water. He sits across a fallen tree and unloads the toys from his backpack for the evening. He makes a hand signal, a secret code for just the two of us, to fall into puppy mode. I strip my clothes except for my collar and sit on my knees. The cool dirt presses against me as I wait obediently. This is our ritual. He hands me my mittens made of black leather. They bind my hands, making me feel more like a puppy than a person. My mind easily slips into the role, and my tongue instantly falls out of my mouth happily. I am his Puppy, and he is my owner.
He sits back down, "Come, puppy." I happily hop over, standing in front of my Master. This is our routine. First, he will inspect me to ensure I am healed from the last session and that I've kept up the training he gave me. His hands slowly move across my sides; he's barely using the tips of his fingers to tickle me, and soft giggles escape my lips. Then, I feel a harsh tug on my hair, forcing my head back as he growls in my ear. "Did I say you could make a sound?" I whimper as a harsh slap ripples across my ass as he growls another command at me. "Speak, Puppy!" I let out a small bark, feeling the sting across my bottom, with another spank to follow as I let out a yelp. As he winds up for the next spank, I can't help but let these words escape my mouth, "Master seems a little tired, doesn't hurt as much as usual." The subsequent spank stings as he yanks my head back and follows through.
Every spank is painful but pleasurable, and I love his punishments. After he's finished my spanking, he trails a gentle kiss down my spine as a reward for taking it so well, but I can hear him mumble about my bratty nature. His hands follow down my red sore ass, slowly spread my cheeks, and gently massage my tight ass. Instinctively I bend over, spreading myself further. His fingers slowly work their way inside me, and I can feel his fingers moving in and out, stretching me as he adds more. My clit twitches desperately as he pushes inside me, massaging the inner walls, it's tight, but with each push, I become more relaxed.
"That's my good girl, what good little puppy," That's all it takes, those simple words, and I can't help it. As the warmth spreads from my pussy, targeting my twitching clit, it builds, and I want to close my legs, but he holds them apart to prevent it. My clit aches as I feel the sensitivity building quickly. I squirt, soaking my thighs, my moans disturbing the quiet outdoors. I feel myself bending over more, desperate for him to continue teasing me until I come to an earth-shattering orgasm.
"Naughty Puppy, look at you desperate. You're already making a mess from your Master just prepping your tight ass." I moan and wiggle my ass a little, ready for what's coming next, what will push me over the edge. He spreads my ass and generously preps me with lube. As I feel the butt plug enter me, I let out a whimper of strain. Its tip enters me. My tight ass resists at first, but Master's hands find my burning, aching clit. With one finger, he begins stroking, not enough to stop the desperation but just to tease it. The barely there strokes cause me to rock against the butt plug, trying to get more stimulation to my clit. Which helps me take more of it in. He adds pressure to my clit when it finally enters, allowing circler motions to take me farther into puppy mode. The pleasure is fantastic as I feel the familiar tickle of the furry tail that has just been placed inside me. I am entirely a puppy.
