Chapter 09
Miranda is to be trained until broken
Janet paid off the auction house delivery man after bringing the cages into the house, and down to the basement. Without being bruised, her new naked pets were lined up in their cages, waiting upon their fate.
One was looking out of its cage with a scowl, looking as though it might bite. So far it had been quiet, but she didn't trust it. Human animals could be so treacherous. She would enjoy beating it into submission, as it looked as though it would put up a fight. She looked at the paperwork to see its name was Miranda.
Mimi might be an appropriate name for it, though the decision would be made later. It was important to make it demeaning, with a slight reminder of what it used to be. Every time she used the new name, the pet would have its humble position rubbed in. Much the same as rubbing a puppies nose in its own mess to house train it.
Another had a silly look on its face, whining occasionally, staring intently at the angry looking pet. It looked as though there was some connection between the two, such as a dependency of some kind. She would have to break that, and make it dependent upon her. This one was Geraldine, so following a theme the name Gigi might suit.
The third was squatting in its cage, filling its nails on the cage door. It seemed unconcerned with where it was, or who had bought it. The self-assurance would have to be replaced with timid obedience. The name Feebie, seemed right for this feeble minded one. It would have to be changed, to re-enforce a new personality; FiFi sounded right for a totally submissive pet.
Jane chuckled at the idea of using the demeaning sounding names. She was glad to have purchased three new toys to play with, despite the extravagant price. It was amusing how differently each of the new pets were reacting to being sold.
They would soon come to heel, for she didn't believe in sparing the whip. It might take longer for the angry one to give in, but they all did eventually. She wouldn't give up training them, even when they diligently jumped to her every request. Training meant enforcing her will upon them, until completely broken. When they were eating out of her hand, as obedient and eager little puppies, the second phase of their re-orientation would begin.
They would soon be in their proper place, at her feet, worshiping their new mistress.
"If I let you out will you behave yourself?" Janet asked Feebie.
"Yes, mistress, thank you mistress," Feebie eagerly answered.
After crawling out of the cage she stood up with some difficulty, from being cramped up for an hour or so. She stood compliantly before her new mistress, with head bowed, enjoying the role of slave girl. She had read stories, and fantasised over being auctioned off as a slave girl. Now it had happened she found it difficult to shake off the feeling that it was merely a wonderful fantasy.
Janet looked at the young girl, estimating her age at just over eighteen. That she had stood up showed she hadn't been trained as a bitch.
"So what are you?" Janet asked.
"A slave girl, mistress," she demurely answered.
"A good start," she began to say, when Geraldine barked, seeking her attention.
She looked up at them from her cage, with a pathetic little puppy lost expression.
"Are, poor puppy, do you want out of your cage?" Janet asked, in a patronising tone of voice. "You! Stand there like a good slave girl," she warned Feebie. Fiddling with the keys she unlocked the cage, and pulled out the new pet by its collar.
"There, there, little pet bitch, you're so excited to be out of your cage," Janet said, sounding pleased with the new pet bitch . "You're a good little puppy, yes you are!" she drooled over her new pet. This one was a lot older than the other two, yet had a fit looking body. Larger breasts and rounder hips gave it a more pleasing, sexy shape.
"You've been well trained, unlike the other two. Let's take a look at you," Janet said, while stroking her hair, and patting its bare ass.
Holding the collar firmly she felt between its cheeks, reaching for the asshole. pushing in with a finger, she then tried two.
"You like that, don't you puppy! So you've been wearing a tail. Your new mistress will buy you a brand new gorgeous tail. Yes I will, a big fluffy tail, for puppy bitch," Janet spoke slowly, as though the pet might not understand. She realised it was deeply into the role, though not so thoroughly trained as she liked.
There were signs of puppy mittens having been tied around its wrists and ankles. She felt its large breasts, hanging below, swinging freely as it tried to lick her hand, or anything else that came near. Being older than the other two, it made Janet wonder who had owned such a mixed group.
She felt between its legs, noting how wet and puffy its cunt was. She found its clit and pinched it, to receive a puppy sounding yelp of pain. That confirmed how deeply engrossed in the role it was. She gently massaged its clit, feeling how swollen it became, and pulled at it between two fingers. She wiped her sticky fingers on the pets backside, and looked it over.
The pets frame would look right with larger breasts, much larger. Once fully trained she would ask a friend, a cosmetic surgeon, to give it enormous breasts. A tummy tuck would be necessary too, so pulling in its waist might as well be done at the same time. She was thinking of moulding this new pet into a dumb blonde bitch.
"My new pet likes attention, don't you little puppy!" Janet cooed at Geraldine.
Perhaps the facial lips needed enhancing too. She stroked its long hair away from its muzzle, to take a good look at it. Full pouting lips would look good on a dumb blonde bitch.
"I thought you looked familiar," Janet mused. "Can't think where I've seen you before, perhaps at a club, or a masters house? Silly barky thing can't tell me," she laughed.
With both hands holding Geraldine's face, she turned it toward the light. "Geraldine? Of course, but it can't be!" Janet whispered, wrinkling her brow in consternation.
She tried to think when she had last seen the woman. Some weeks ago at a committee meeting. The Homeless Trust, that was it. Janet tried to block the funds going to just anyone. Geraldine had argued that anyone on the streets was worthy of their attention, and should be allowed a second chance. The damn woman had won the argument.
"Well, well, if it isn't the rich bitch with a heart," Janet scoffed. It was incredible, but the wealthy woman was here at her feet, barking and whining like a pet bitch.
"You have certainly come down in the world. Don't worry though, you won't be homeless. I'll re-join the committee now you're out of the way. I've met some nice girls on the streets, who needed a home and some discipline in their lives," she harshly smiled, right in the pets face.
