Janet Needs More Pt 02

Note... I wrote the first part over 15 years ago, recently germinated the idea for this fantasy and decided to use the original story that was never finished for the setting. While this part can stand alone you might want to read part one first. Part one was in the BDSM category since it is more traditional BDSM play, but given the direction of the story I thought it best to use the Fetish category for part two. Enjoy, and any feedback is appreciated.

Janet Needs More, Day 2

His wife had left to see her mother and he was left with a new submissive to play with, and she had been quite enjoyable the prior day. He had trained her in the eight positions required for her to expose her soft body to his needs, which dovetailed neatly with her own. Control, pain, arousal, submission, dominance all found an equilibrium that heightened pleasure for both of them in a most natural way. Once she stepped though his front door, it seemed like there was no choice but to do what he wanted, and accept the resulting pleasure it perversely created.

What had been unmarked, flawless pale white skin now was marked with red lines and pink splotches, evidence of whippings and spankings and the crop. While in the bathroom she had looked at and felt the red welts with pride, and all through breakfast seemed to want him to know she adored them. Her silent body language let him know she wanted more, but he let her simmer in anticipation, treating her more like a favored pet than a slave to torture.

Her name is Janet and she was in her early thirties, about 5'10" with beautiful red hair and a pleasant face with full lips and a proportionate nose. Her breasts were small at around 34C's and might be described as perky, with thick nipples that protruded out from the silver dollar sized, coral colored aureoles. She was a little pudgy in the stomach and had wide hips and a generous ass, giving her a "Baby Huey" shape. Never considering herself a beauty she was comfortable in her own skin, accepting what feminine attributes God had given her, and using them to her advantage when appropriate.

Once again he anticipated her needs before she even knew she had it. He could have just tied her up like a trussed hog and fucked her senseless in all three holes before breakfast, and might just do that tomorrow, but today required more finesse, building her trust and desire to serve willingly regardless of what such service entailed. From her viewpoint she was somewhat disappointed he had left her in bed without using her, but did her best to avoid showing her feelings since he was in charge of her body until Sunday night. She had given him her BDSM checklist and a specific 'bucket list' of kinks to possibly experience, and he had not disappointed her at all the first day, even if there was more she listed he had not hinted at yet.

She could hear noises in the kitchen as she came out of the bathroom still naked and went to the sound. He was sitting at the table sipping coffee, and at his motioned finger indicating position one she quickly fell to kneel on the kitchen floor facing him, knees apart, hands upturned on thighs, breasts thrust out, eyes down. He smiled. She blushed realizing how automatically she reacted to his silent order. All he had to do was raise his finger, saying nothing, and she obeyed.

He motioned for her to come over to him, and she crawled on hands and knees, staying like that to his side as he sat at the table end. He reached out and attached a thick leather collar around her neck, and placed a metal bowl on the floor in front of her. He then had her turn around so her ass faced him. He applied some lube to her asshole and pressed in a butt plug with an attach dog's tail, and she tensed up at the intrusion, even after being brutally sodomized last night.

The tail was about 15" long with long flowing hair like a Pekinese and had an upward curve to it, so it stuck out nicely from her ass no matter her position, and the hair fluttered softly with the breeze or her motion.

"I hope you can cook; the ingredients you need are on the counter. Make me breakfast. You may stand, my puppy."

She looked up at him and whimpered like a scolded puppy, but quickly got up and went about preparing his breakfast. Nothing too difficult- an onion and pepper omelet, bacon, home fries, English muffin with jam, orange juice and coffee. He sat and sipped coffee, watching her naked form move about the kitchen, her tail swishing back and forth as she moved. He could tell she was not used to the feeling at first, reacting to its movement both inside and out, but quickly seemed to adjust and soon moved more normally.

When everything was ready, she served it on a plate and at his instruction she brought him a glass of cold water. She knelt on the floor beside him, finding two metal bowls by his feet in front of her. He filled one with water from the glass and forked a portion of the omelet, bacon and home fries into the other, then turned his attention to his own meal. With pat on the head and an order, "Eat!" she bent down to lap at the water before putting her face into the other bowl and taking up the food with her tongue. In between bites and sips she looked up at her master and panted with tongue out like a puppy, and her tail swished back and forth particularly hard when he scratched her behind the neck.

When both had finished he ordered her to fetch her bowls and take them to the sink, then retrieve his dishes and clean both before returning to kneel at his side as he casually sipped another cup of coffee. The use of the words fetch and retrieve did not go unnoticed by her, and it helped to reinforce her entry into her day of puppy role play, as it was intended. This was further reinforced when he picked up a thinner, pink leather collar from the table and after removing the larger one, attached it around her neck, followed by the clip of a leash attached to a ring on the front of the collar.

He stood up and holding the end of the leash began to walk towards the bedroom, firmly saying, "Heel." She began to crawl on hands and knees at his side and just behind him, and he allowed the pace to provide for her crawling. She followed him into the bedroom, grateful for the soft carpet after the hardwood flooring of the dining room and hallways, and he had her stop at the foot of the bed with the command, "Stay." She stopped as she was, until he commanded, "Sit", and she lifted her upper body until her arms were straight with hands on the floor and her ass resting on her heels. He petted her on the head and brought out a small treat from a pocket that he fed to her grateful mouth. Her ass shook back and forth and her tail wagged, showing her excitement.

He stood up and went to the closet and brought out a black box with a hinged lid. Sitting back on the bed in front of her, he set it down on the bed and opened it, but she could not see its contents from her position on the floor. He began, "My wife and I owned a cute puppy like you a while ago, so when you detailed your fantasy I was truly delighted..." She looked up at him with wide eyes and her tongue extended out as she panted excitedly at his amazing words, sitting still with effort. She suddenly realized she was quite aroused as her body reacted involuntarily. He continued, "...as I was saying, we had a cute puppy and accumulated quite a nice collection of accessories to complete your look, if you agree."

"Now before you answer you know puppies can't talk, so bark once for yes and two for no. From now on that should suffice for communication, but you can communicate with other appropriate puppy sounds... yips, growls, whines, and so on... you'd be surprised at how quickly I figure out what you need, and you'll learn more commands once you are properly situated. Once you master those, I've got a full day and evening of play planned for you. Does that sound nice?"

Janet almost could not contain herself, she was shaking with excitement as she looked up with wide eyes and a broad smile and shook her head yes, barking loudly once, "Woof!"

He picked up a cloth item from the box and indicated she should lift her hand. As he worked he noted, "We had these dry cleaned in case you were concerned, so they are all sanitary like new." With a rustle of the cloth he pressed it over her fingers and thumb, tightly holding them together like a mitten that extended up her forearm to the elbow. They were covered in a soft short fur. Unlike a normal mitten it had a leather pad at the bottom of the "paw", and soon there was a matching one on her other hand as well. She looked at them with amazement, then lowered them to the floor in front of her to feel how the pads felt, and it brought her a step closer to feeling like a real puppy.

He smiled as she showed her approval, so continued, "Please lay on your back, legs facing me." She quickly complied, realizing the difficulty of not having usable hands. Bringing out two larger cloth items he got down on his knees and slid one up one leg like a stocking, it ending above the knee. Again it was fur covered and had a leather pad on the bottom of the "paw", but also a lightly padded section on the front of the knee. It was designed to be as unobtrusive as possible, but still functional for an obvious reason. She cooperated as he efficiently slid the second stocking up her other leg to complete the look. Once he was pleased with the fit he told her, "Turn over and get up on your paws and knees." She almost had an orgasm when he called them paws. She was a puppy, and her tail was wagging like one quite excited with her owner's actions.

"Before we continue let's see how they feel. Walk yourself around the room once." Janet looked up at him with adoration in her eyes and began to crawl around the perimeter of the room, limited by the length of the leash. She found if she balled her hands into a fist it worked perfectly with the pads on the bottom of her paws, and got comfortable in her gait as she adjusted to her position. After a few circuits around he ordered, "Stop.", followed by "Sit." She followed both without hesitation.

"There is one more item for you. I think you'll really like it! Ready?" Janet barked once. He took out the last item and it was a mask that included a short snout and upright ears with flowing hair. It had the appropriate eyeholes and mouth opening and was made of cream colored soft leather covered in the same soft short fur as the paw sleeves, with the ear hair a sable red, making for a very cute puppy. Think of a cross between a pekinese (the short snout) and papillon (the tufted ears). It had a few short straps and snaps in the back to hold it once on. As he held it up to show her, her eyes bugged out and she began to bark repeatedly in high yips and her tail began to wag fast and furious, obviously excited. "Ok, girl... calm down... that's it. Now come a little closer and we'll see how it fits."

Janet forced herself to calm down outside, although she was bursting inside, as she crawled closer between his legs. When she was in position he surprised her by putting down the mask, holding her head in his hands and, bending down, kissed her hard on the lips. She reacted by opening her mouth and their tongues danced in her mouth, until he pulled back as suddenly as he began, her left open mouthed and panting. He then took the mask and began to fit it over her head, pulling her hair through a hole on the top to stand up like the ears on each side.

It took a few tugs and closing of snaps until he felt happy with the fit, but he sincerely asked, "How is that? Comfortable?" She nodded yes and yipped once in reply. He smiled down at her and she wagged her tail in response. "Would puppy like to see herself? She really is the cutest pet I could imagine." Again Janet smiled behind her new persona and nodded as she yipped once more.

He stood up, the leash in his hand and with the command "Heel," she followed him over to the full wall mirror in the walk-in closet off the bedroom. As she walked on hands and knees her eyes were facing down, so when he positioned her to face the mirror and ordered her "Sit", her eyes came up to view herself for the first time as a puppy dog. The paws on her hands and feet seemed natural, and she almost cried at the puppy face looking back at her she was so amazed. The snout, the ears and fluffy hair tufts were perfect in color and style to her body and persona, while the tail the swished back and forth in her excitement. She felt the soft tug of the collar attached to the leash that her owner held in his hand as he smiled broadly looking down at her.

"We are going to go through a series of commands and positions, similar to yesterday but adapted for your current circumstance. Now lets move to the center of the room... yes, like that, perfect. We'll start with the basics you already know... Sit." She took the position as before. He gave her a small treat. "Very good, now 'Down'... extend your arms in front and press yourself on your belly to the ground, legs behinds you." With a few prods with his toe she took the position, holding it until he said "release", which he explained had her return to hands and knees. They went through several other positions for her, and went through them randomly to see her understanding and alacrity at getting into it and staying until released, all while relishing her role as his puppy in training.

Before he was done he put her in one last position, which he called "Available", which was like 'down' but her ass was lifted up as high as it could go, with her knees apart at hips width, leaving her genitals open and exposed to anyone behind her. With her forelegs out in front and her face to the ground, her submissive, receptive nature involuntarily came out, and her ass shook and the tail fluttered like a flag in invitation. He took her back and forth from 'sit' to 'down' to 'available' several times until he was satisfied it had become second nature for her.

He provided her with a bowl of water that she gratefully lapped up after the exertions of her training. When she returned to the sitting position he added, "Sooner or later mother nature is going to call and you will need to be taken for a walk. To let me know you need to go out, you will bark three times in a row. You can repeat it to emphasize the need is great. Let me hear you."

"Yip, yip, yip!" she barked quickly in succession. Suddenly she realized she had a need to pee, not having gone since she got up earlier this morning, so looked up at him and barked again, "Yip, yip, yip!... Yip, Yip, yip!... Yip, yip, yip!"

"Oh, so my puppy needs to go for her walk, well let's not wait and have an accident. Come, heel." Taking the tension out of the leash he began to leave the bedroom, and she followed on hands and knees, wondering how much better this could get if that was even possible. He led her down the hall to the living room, then out through the patio door to the backyard. A flagstone patio with a fireplace and table and chairs led out to the grass. As the warm summer air and sun hit her mostly naked body the reality of her situation became vividly clear, no longer in the hidden protection of the house. But it was a large backyard surrounded by a tall fence, and dense forest beyond that with no neighbors close enough to hear or see anything there, and she trusted he would keep them private.

He led her off the patio and on to the grass, which felt soft and cool and natural to her. He led her over across the lawn to a large tree, stopping and looking down at her expectantly. She looked up and comprehension of what he expected came to her and she hesitated a moment before taking position sideways to the tree, lifted her leg and after a short pause relaxed her bladder and began to release a stream of pee that splashed against the bark and flowed down its' crevices to the ground. It continued to flow strongly for quite a while before it slowed and finally turned to a trickle before stopping. She let down her leg and waited for his further instruction. He surprised her by taking out a small cloth from his pocket and bent down to wipe her pussy clean of pee, showing her that he did not ignore her sanitary needs, then put it in a small plastic bag for disposal.

"Good girl," he complimented her. He gave her another treat, and her tail wagged back and forth in appreciation. He began to walk and she followed behind, leading her around the perimeter of the yard, enjoying the flower beds that lined the fencing, passing under the shade of several other trees spread around the property. She quickly got used to the feel of her paws on the ground, and became more and more immersed in her role with every step forward.

He noticed her tail seemed to wag back and forth a little extra sharply as she moved on, and realized the plug in her ass was probably stimulating her sexually. The question was she doing it on purpose or was it just inevitable since she had not been sexually used since last night, and surely had expected to have been used by now. So he asked, "Is puppy in heat? Does she need relief?"

Janet looked up at him with pleading eyes, and yipped once, although with the hesitation that came from the shame of admitting to her Master she was horny. "Ok then... Available!" After a moment of hesitation she assumed the position, her face in the grass and her ass up as high as she could manage. She held that position until he declared, "That's a shame since we don't have a male dog to service you... but there is a solution for that, if you agree." He waited as she pondered what that cryptic statement meant, then with more trust than she felt gave a soft single bark in reply. Could he mean a real dog? Or something else? She could only trust for now and lowered her ass in disappointment, whimpering softly.

"I told you about our prior pet... well we also met a few other individuals who, shall we say, enjoyed this lifestyle, and one lives nearby and in fact designed and made your paws and mask. I think she would love to see them in use again... and if I ask nice she might be persuaded to bring over one of her pets for you to play with. What do you think? Should I call her?" It was going so fast Janet hardly had time to comprehend his words, but realized he was simply making her darkest dreams come to reality, impossible as that might have seemed just yesterday.

Janet barked her approval with a loud "Yip!" and wagged her tail more forcefully than she probably felt to cover her nervousness. Another person... with a pet!... might see her! Could she actually survive the embarassment?

At her bark of approval he took out his phone and pushed a few buttons before bringing it to his ear. She assumed it was ringing before he called out with pleasure, "Angela, how are you doing sweetie?... Yes, I'm fine and so is Kate... no she is away, but I've got the most fun pet I'd like you to meet... yes, it fits her perfectly... she is the cutest puppy, but has needs if you know what I mean... yes, that would be great, I'm sure she would enjoy that. We'll see you in about an hour... Love you too, bye, bye!"

Janet could only hear one side of the conversation but inferred much from that, and was both excited and nervous at the same time. With an hour to wait he had her drink some water, then took her to her 'tree' and had her pee. He walked her back to the patio where he sat in a chair and played fetch with her, throwing a plastic bone out on the grass for her to pick up in her teeth and bring back to him. This went on for a while before he had her sit and combed out the hair on her head, ears and tail so they were knot free and flowing freely. When done he looked her over and stated with pride, "Very beautiful... and ready, right?" Yip came the reply.

After a short wait the doorbell rang, and he went to open it, leash in hand and Janet following behind. Still unsure of herself she hid as best she could behind him. As he opened the door the woman came into view first, also holding a leash in her hand. Then Janet realized the woman was holding two leashes! And as that formed in her mind two males in similar attire as what she wore, but different in breeds, came into view. She froze but was comforted as her owner placed his hand on her head to assure her he was there to protect her if necessary.