Bath time was one of puppygirl's most favoritest activities. Some puppygirls didn't like bath time, and she thought that must be because their owners didn't make it any fun.
Master made bath time fun.
A nice bath, filled with warm water, and sometimes they had bubbles. Being all slippery and wet... Humping things was soooooo much easier when your entire body was slippery, and wet, and warm....
Puppygirl was already getting excited about bath time.
"Puppygirl, come! Time for your bath," master said loudly from the bathroom. She couldn't help but let out the cutest little "ARF!" before quickly heading to the bathroom.
Master stood by the tub, which had barely started to fill. He had even brought in a few of her favorite bath toys. HE IS THE BESTEST! she thought, tail wagging happily
"Alright, get undressed and hop in. I need to go check on something, and I'll be back to help you scrub all those little puppy parts so we get you nice and squeaky clean," he always poked her tummy when he said squeaky, she loved it.
"When the tub is full, just be sure to turn off the water," he reminded her as he left.
She nodded and began eagerly undressing.
First were the socks, which always got a little stinky and dirty. One of the hazards of puppy life. She went through sooooo many socks, but she also had sooooo many cute ones. Master spoiled her sometimes.
Next was her top, and off it came. Puppygirl HATED bras, and her breasts were small enough that she could usually get away without one. Her puffy pink pierced nipples were finally free from oppression.
Lastly, her little skirt and underwear. Skirts were a preferred clothing of puppygirl over shorts, because they were less restrictive, and made certain activities easier. She also loved feeling the breeze around her sometimes sensitive skin, giving her goosebumps. Sometimes it reminded her of master's touch, like an invisible hand he could use to touch her from far away.
It was finally time to slip into the hot water, and in she went. The water was hot, but not too hot. Perfect. Just needed to let her body adjust, as she wiggled slightly in it, enjoying the newfound warmth and slipperiness.
One of her favorite things to do in the tub, something she had learned on her own, was to use the running water to feel good. She only had a little time left, as the tub was starting to fill, so she had to be quick. Turning the heat down a little on the water, she positioned her puppy parts in just the right way, under the faucet. She might have enough time to cum once, maybe. But she'd have to be quick or master would catch her.
Propped up on her elbows, she began to enjoy the sensation as always, the water a steady warm force against her warm and needy puppyness. She had always had a very active humping reflex, and when that water started hitting her, she couldn't help but thrust her little puppy hips up, begging the water for more. It didn't really change the sensation much, I mean, you can't really hump moving water.
But she was gonna try.
This puppy wasn't a quitter.
Her body was feeling warm. Warm from the water and warm from her little activity. She felt familiar sensations began to build, her puppy body ready and eager for them. She could be a needy little mutt sometimes.
As these sensations began to near their climax, the door opened and master walked in. Busted.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked, a devious smirk on his face. "Are you having fun without me?" stepping toward the tub before turning off the water.
*whining whimper noises*
"Someone's being a bad pup. You know the rules," he explained. "You only cum when I say so."
She gave an agreeing nod. Except, sometimes she did wanna make master angry. Because then she gets punished. Or, at least master thinks he's punishing her, because sometimes she likes it.
"If puppy behaves, puppy can cum. If puppy misbehaves, puppy gets punished. Now sit up so I can start washing my little merpuppy."
