It has been four months since Adalind Fitzgerald found her pets. The first was Pet Flo, a young university student who was orphaned and had no family. She was invited by Adalind to housesit for her while she was on a 'business' trip, not knowing that Adalind was a professional dominatrix. Flo discovered her Mistress' dungeon room when looking for a Wi-Fi box and was captured by the early-returning domme. After that, she was corrupted and turned into a very happy and willing pet. The only reason she hesitated to become a permanent, live-in pet was the second pet: Roo, formerly known as Ruby. Roo was tricked into the lifestyle of a lesbian pet by both Adalind and Flo, who had realized that she couldn't live with Adalind without Roo, whom she was in love with, as they both shared the pain of being alone in the world and doted on one another like sisters, but since her awakening as a lesbian, Flo came to see that her sisterly bond with Roo was actually a desire for love!
Roo soon became accustomed to the lesbian pet lifestyle also and although she was more reluctant than Flo was, she eventually accepted her new life. Neither of them have attended university since their captures and conversion into pets. Neither desired to leave their Mistress's side anymore.
With no family to look for them or miss them, the girls had no obligation to the outside world any longer. They were now as content as could be to be living under the spacious roof of Adalind Fitzgerald. They hadn't worn a stitch of clothing on their bodies since their conversions. In a special ceremony, (after Adalind obtained the key to their shared flat to collect all their worldly possessions and brought them back) Mistress Adalind gathered every item of clothing they ever had, except the odd fabrics that were left to them by loved ones long gone for sentimental purposes only, and declared to them that as her live-in pets, neither of them ever needed to wear clothes again and to dedicate and prove their submission to this new life, Adalind ordered the pets to drop a lit match into a huge bucket that held their clothing doused in petroleum. Without any hesitation, the two pets dropped the matches and watched their clothes and their former lives burn into ashes.
After that, the only thing either of them ever wore were their collars, their new names and Adalind's ownership branded on them.
Flo and Roo's lives were now focused on Mistress Adalind's pleasure. They happily licked her pussy, kissed her toes, sucked her asshole, lathered their tongues on the soles of her feet and took her punishments if they ever did something wrong. They were happy. Their mistress also knew that they were in love with one another and allowed them to share a bed together, but she didn't always let them sleep in it. On her kinkier days, she would have them share a dog-basket in front of the fire in her huge lounge, or sometimes left them on summer nights in a kennel. Neither of them had any qualms though; as long as they were together, in each other's arms and paws, they didn't care where and how they slept.
Their favourite pastimes in the summer were their runs and walks in the large field that was Mistress Adalind's back garden. They ran, rolled, scampered and even played fetch with their owner.
One morning, the pets were peeing in the hedge slightly further afield from their kennel so as to avoid the smell of urine should they end up sleeping in there tonight which wouldn't be surprising on such a lovely day. The temperature outside was a whopping 35 degree Celsius, which was uncommon in these parts.
Mistress Adalind whistled to them to come inside. They happily raced one another inside, but made sure to wipe their pussies on the grass before entering the house. Mistress Adalind would most certainly spank them severely if a droplet of piss was to be spotted on the cream-coloured flooring in the kitchen area.
"Now, my pets, I am expecting a visitor today. She's a favourite client of mine, named Mistress Dolly. She's a mature woman but she is still in her sexual prime. I want you two to be affectionate with her; she loves pet-girls. Don't worry, Roo," she continued, stroking her newer pet's cheek, "I'm not planning to sell or rent you out. You belong exclusively to me. No, she's just wanting to catch up on business. She and I have plans to visit some of the local strip clubs later, maybe find ourselves some fresh meat for clientele. You two will be free to use Wi-Fi and do your own thing in my absence this evening but I will expect you both in your doggy personas at the front door awaiting my return at around 2am. If I'm later than that, then I at least wish to see you snuggling up in my bed!"
"Woof!"
"Woof!"
Both replies were given with sincere enthusiasm.
"That's my good girls," cooed Adalind, "now I'm just going to prepare for our guest. You carry on but do not answer the door. Pets can't open doors. She shouldn't be here for a few hours yet."
Mistress Adalind sauntered up the stairs, swaying her hips for her pets' benefit. As she disappeared from view, the incorrigible sex slaves instantly toppled atop one another and rolled on the floor kissing and fondling each other with relish. They loved the freedom that came with their new livelihood. Even though they were restricted from most things, they never felt more at peace or happier.
It was an hour later that the doorbell rang.
Mistress Adalind rushed downstairs clad in just her dressing gown which she was tying hastily looking puzzled. She clearly just finished having a shower.
"She shouldn't be here so soon," she muttered.
But as she approached the door, she could make out something wrong...it was definitely not Mistress Dolly. But who was it?
She opened the door cautiously, showing only her head to the visitor.
"Who is it?"
The reply came from a young woman who looked to be in her early twenties, had shoulder length blonde hair, was dressed conservatively and professionally, clutching a clipboard in her hands.
"Hello, I'm Cynthia Marsdale. I am here to get signatures for a petition."
"Okay...and this is a petition for what exactly?"
"A petition to build a new bank here in the village," explained Cynthia, "may I come in and give you more details?"
"I am kind of busy at the moment," hinted Adalind.
"May I come back at a later time?"
"If you must, but right now, I need to get ready. Bye!"
As she shut the door, she exhaled deeply in relief. The last thing she needed was some do-gooder inadvertently blundering into her home and discovering her two naked love pets.
"Pets," she called after a brief moment.
Both Flo and Roo scampered over, their tongues hanging out for her benefit, plus panting after their frenzied canoodling as they called it.
"Mistress Dolly has not arrived yet, but somebody came to the door to have me sign a petition. Should she return before Mistress Dolly's arrival, you must make yourselves scarce instantly by locking yourselves in the dungeon, understand?"
"Woof!"
"Woof!"
"Good girls," cooed Adalind and with that, she went back upstairs to resume her shower.
Flo and Roo continued their own playtime in the lounge area.
"I love you, Roo-Roo," panted Flo.
"I love you too, Flowy," tittered Roo as her girlfriend dove atop of her for a deep and passionate kiss.
As they grinded against each other, they were unaware of someone lurking nearby outside the back garden window.
Cynthia Marsdale had not left as she had said. In fact, she felt that Adalind Fitzgerald was her best bet in getting a petition passed as she was, according to gossip, the most wealthy woman in the village. If she was wealthy, she must have some influential contacts. She had decided to scout the area and keep an eye out for Adalind to not be busy or occupied and then she would present herself once again. Plus, while she was about it, she could even see if she could find anything that could connect to some of Adalind's potential contacts.
As she peeked in from window to window, she saw no sign of anything other than a grand home for a well-off woman. She saw pet toys, like rubber bones and two bowls of water. This only indicated that the lady owned a pair of dogs.
She looked into another window and saw nothing but black. For some reason, this window seemed to be concealed from outside view. And very much, she wondered why.
Shrugging it off, Cynthia moved on to the next window and nearly fell over backwards in surprise.
There, on the lounge floor, rolling naked all over one another were two young women, only a few years younger than herself, she surmised, and licking and kissing every inch of one another; the only thing akin to clothing on them was a dog collar.
