But for now, Lucas had bigger fish to fry. He needed to talk to his wife about dealing with their obnoxious neighbor, not her potential sexual kinks. Lucas pulled out his phone and dialed Heather, leaning back wearily in his office chair and trying to tune out the loud sounds of pornography that their awful neighbor was blasting.
The phone picked up on the third ring. But strangely, it wasn't Heather who answered.
"Lukey!" chirped Jackie over the phone. "So good to hear from you! What's up, big boy?"
Lucas frowned in confusion. "Uh, Jackie, where is...?"
"Your boring wifey?" giggled Jackie. "We went out for some girl time. She's a little busy at the moment and can't talk. But I can pass on a message." Lucas sighed. This was the downside to Heather's new training regime with Jackie. As much as Lucas liked the changes he had seen in Heather, he didn't get to enjoy them much: both she and Jackie were often too busy to spend much time with him.
"It's nothing," said Lucas reflexively. Then he caught himself. No, he had fallen into the trap of meek acceptance too often. He should demand what he needed from his and Heather's relationship. "No, actually, there's something Heather should look into. She needs to talk to Mr. Carver again and get him to stop bombarding our house with porn. She promised she would resolve the issue, but there hasn't been any improvement. Oh... and also I'd like Heather to make more time for us to spend together. She's been too busy lately." He may be pushing his luck here: the reason Heather had been busy was Jackie after all.
Jackie was silent for a long moment, and Lucas began to get nervous. Finally, she spoke again, just as cheerful and confident as ever. "You know what, big boy? You're absolutely right. Heather and I have been focusing on developing her planning and leadership skills, and not enough on improving her relationship. The whole leadership thing looks like it might be a lost cause anyway..."
Lucas frowned for a moment. What exactly did Jackie mean by that? But she was already moving on. "So, tell you what: the next phase will be all about you, mister. I'm going to teach Heather how to give you exactly what you want."
Lucas grinned in relief. Not only had Jackie not gotten angry, but he was going to get exactly what he wanted, maybe he should try being more assertive more often. "Thanks, Jackie," he said with a smile, "I'm glad that Heather and I will..."
"Yeah, Yeah," said Jackie distractedly, "You're welcome Lukey. I'm a little busy right now. Talk to you later. Ciao."
It was a little abrupt, but Lucas couldn't be mad. He relaxed back into his chair with a sigh. Even the loud sounds of porn from next door couldn't upset him anymore. He soon wouldn't have to worry about Rick Carver.
And who knew? Maybe now that Jackie was making Heather focus on his needs, the long-teased rendezvous with Jackie was in the cards.
...
Heather silently held the position Jackie had commanded her to take as the little brat chatted cheerfully on the phone with her husband. She knew better than to talk when she was acting as Jackie's puppy.
The begging position wasn't easy, and it had taken a while for Heather to master it. But at this point, she could hold it as long as Jackie wanted her to. The curvy, red-haired housewife crouched with her feet together, practically on tip-toes. Her thighs were spread as wide as they could go, displaying her dripping, swollen pussy to her mistress's amused gaze.
Her hands were placed in a cutesy begging gesture in front of her chest, which mercifully hid her shamefully stiff nipples from view. The position was completed by her lolling tongue, dripping drool steadily down onto her huge pale tits.
How had things gotten this bad? Why did this degrading position feel so natural? Heather wasn't sure. It had started out so small. Just a few simple dog commands. Sit. Roll over. Fetch. They were embarrassing, sure, but Heather had seen the point: the dog commands were a way to shame her into better behavior.
But things had gotten complicated. One night, Jackie had forced her to eat a dog treat, then she... well, she "pet" Heather between her legs. Over time, the sexual elements of the dog punishments had grown more and more pronounced. Jackie told Heather one day, with her trademark glittering eyes and mischievous grin, that "puppies don't wear clothes", forcing her to strip and perform for her life coach's amusement. This spiraling sexualization was the issue; the reason why Heather found it harder and harder to resist her punishments.
For some reason, these demeaning punishments being threatened for every small infraction of Jackie's commands set a dark, sickening fire in her belly and filled her head with hot, sticky fog. Because Heather knew that she might be forced to act as Jackie's naked puppy when and if she failed, she got so distracted that success seemed impossible.
But Heather was having difficulty focusing solely on her mistress tonight... The venue was a little distracting.
When they pulled into the parking lot of the dog shelter where Jackie volunteered, Heather had deliriously assumed that it must be some sort of bluff. Submitting to Jackie's humiliating punishments in the privacy of her home was one thing, but the thought of doing it somewhere in public left Heather cotton-mouthed with fear. True, the shelter was closed for the day, but Jackie wasn't the only person with a key. The risk of exposure, as small as it was, made Heather tremble with anxiety.
But Jackie had firmly insisted that this was where her punishment would take place, and Heather couldn't say no to her life coach these days. In just minutes, Heather had found herself in the shameful "begging position", pussy dripping down onto the tiled floor in a pleasant, airy room of the dog shelter. Jackie sat above her, legs crossed at the thigh to prevent her horny puppy from sneaking looks up her skirt.
Jackie leaned forward, chin in hand, eyes greedily drinking in the abject submission of the woman who had once foolishly tried to fight her. "Do you know what we use this room for, puppy?" She waited a beat, staring into Heather's eyes. But by this point, Heather was well aware of her mistress's tricks. The question was rhetorical. The questions were always rhetorical when Jackie asked them during these "training sessions", after all, puppies can't talk.
Jackie grinned wider, pleased that her puppy had learned its place. "It's the adoption room. This is where we let the poor lonely puppies in our care meet with their new owners." She pointed languidly to a selection of collars hanging from hooks on the wall, "They pick out a brand new collar, sign all the paperwork, and then go home a brand new, happy family."
Jackie's slightly misty eyes focused sharply on the pathetic slut in front of her, her lips twisting into a sneer. "Which brings me to you. You know, puppy, when I agreed to be your life coach, I assumed that I would be shaping and improving a woman." Jackie's slim hand waved to indicate the surrounding room as her sneer broke into a cruel smile. "But lately it feels more like I've adopted a poorly trained dog."
Jackie sighed theatrically and leaned back on the bench she was seated on, bouncing her foot in irritation. "It's a much bigger job than I thought I was signing up for, Ms. B.," she said archly, "When a doggie has learned bad habits, you can't just teach them new ones." Jackie's dark almond-shaped eyes seemed to fill Heather's world. Heather could feel her heart hammer in her chest as she hung on every word that spilled from her cruel mistress's glossy lips. "You need to break them down. Strip away all the naughty things they've learned and start over from scratch. It's hard work. And the question is... is it worth all that effort to train a bad doggie like you?"
Heather's mind worked frantically. What exactly was Jackie saying? All of the dog-based taunts were normal of course. Heather barely heard those anymore (in fact, without realizing it, she had begun to internalize them). More concerning, to Heather at least, was the veiled threat to abandon Heather. The very idea sent a wave of panic crashing through the older woman. Just a few months ago, Heather would have scoffed at the idea that a 19-year-old brat like Jackie had anything to teach her.
