Downward Dog -

I apologize for the wait! Downward Dog will be, in the end, a three-part series. I will begin work on the third part right away rather than pushing it to the end of my queue!

I hope you enjoy the read!

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Months ago, in Heather Brandt's bedroom...

The expert mesmerist Faria looked pensive as she picked up a framed family photo from her target's dresser. Heather Brandt watched her with wide, terrified eyes from the bed across the room, her curvy, statuesque body trembling with submissive apprehension. She was in the picture, looking much more confident and severe than she was currently. It also showed Lucas Brandt, a bulky, friendly man with a smile that left him looking permanently confused, and, of course, their cute little corgi.

"You're a dog person," said Faria, tapping the photograph with a fingernail. "Is that right, dear?"

Heather's lip wobbled. Her iron-hand nipples and shining upper thighs proved that she was deeply aroused by the programming process, and she looked like she would much rather beg and plead with the cruel hypnotist rather than discuss her pet preferences. But Heather had no choice: one of Faria's hypnotic commands was that she had to answer questions promptly and honestly.

"Y-yes," she murmured simply.

"Faria tsk'ed gently and crossed the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, still carrying Heather's family photo. "You can do better than that, sweetie. Tell me why. What about dogs do you find so appealing."

Heather's eyes darted around the room, looking for some sort of escape from her twisted, erotic predicament. "I... I suppose because of their loyalty. And their obedience. Unlike people, dogs always know their place. They don't get offended if you act superior to them."

Faria couldn't help it. She let out a long, hearty laugh as Heather stared up at her uncomprehendingly. "Well said," she agreed with a mocking grin. "Every dog in the world is lower than even the lowest human. They recognize their inferiority instinctively, and because of that, they worship at their master's feet."

"F-Faria," said Heather pitifully, don't you think this has gone far enough? I've already..."

*Programming Mode*

Heather's feeble protest was silenced midsentence. Her lovely, tormented expression went slack and serene. To the extent that she was capable of the emotion, Faria did feel some pity for the bitchy housewife. But that wouldn't stop her from carrying out her client's wishes to the letter.

*Calm. Empty. Receptive. The next words I speak will be your new thoughts, replacing the old ones like they were never there.*

Faria watched as Heather's body released all of its tension, sinking peacefully back onto the bed. Her nipples remained as stiff as ever of course, and her beautiful rosy pussy was still leaking streams of feminine lubrication. Faria found that the programming process was deeply arousing to especially submissive women.

*I am so beneath Jackie Song that I am like a dog compared to her*

"-compared to her," Heather repeated the programming phrase, but a look of disquiet crossed her face. Even for an insecure woman like Heather, this was going a bit far. It might take a little training on Jackie's part for this command to sink in.

*It feels good to be trained by my Mistress, even when I am being punished.*

"-being punished." Heather's eyebrows scrunched further together. Faria was pushing things a little here, but just one more step would put Heather right where she wanted her.

*I want to be a good girl for Jackie.*

This time Heather paused for a few seconds before repeating the phrase. But the words passed her lips, and that meant that the command was now buried deep in her subconscious, waiting to influence her.

Faria was well on the way to shaping Heather into the pet Jackie wanted.

...

Heather sat with her hands fidgeting in her lap, her eyes downcast and her heart pumping a thousand miles an hour in her chest. A potent blend of fear and arousal swirled through her mind.

It was a feeling she was used to at this point. Ever since Jackie had taken control of her life, Heather was either afraid or horny most of the time, and frequently both. She glanced up briefly, risking a quick look at her young mistress to gauge how much trouble she was in.

Jackie had a faint smirk on her cute little facial features as she faced forward, hands loose on the steering wheel, driving them through the suburb in the warm darkness of the summer evening. Shit. Jackie was cruel when she lost her temper, but she was even more dangerous when she was amused. The fact that Jackie found humor in what had happened tonight didn't bode well for Heather.

Heather's punishment would probably be especially severe this time.

That thought sent a juicy, shameful wave of adrenaline coursing through Heather's curvy body, making her blush, stiffening her nipples, and moistening her panties. For the past month, Jackie Song, Heather's former dog-walker, had become Heather's life coach. Jackie was such a confident and superior woman that it just made sense. Heather couldn't deny that she had a lot she could learn from the younger woman. Jackie's entire training style was based on simple operant conditioning: rewards when Heather did well, and punishments when she did poorly.

Lately, however, the punishments had become quite thrilling, in a sick and twisted kind of way. It made dark coils of lust slither through Heather's belly just to think about it... Jackie trained dogs as a hobby before becoming Heather's life coach, and when Heather disappointed her, Jackie treated the older woman as her puppy, running her through humiliating dog training drills.

Jackie claimed the puppy training was meant to increase Heather's obedience and shame her into doing better: after all, if Heather couldn't handle human tasks, maybe dog tasks would be more suitable. But lately, the sessions as Jackie's puppy had been getting more and more sexually charged, and Heather had begun to worry that they were having the opposite of the intended effect.

"That was fucking embarrassing," said Jackie mildly. Heather looked up furtively at her young mistress again, but Jackie remained facing forward, her eyes on the road.

She wasn't wrong.

Tonight's HOA meeting had been a complete disaster. Heather's eyes fell to the floor again as Jackie's slim right hand, nails painted bright pink, rested on her thigh, rubbing absent-mindedly as the bratty little dog trainer continued, "I practically did all the work for you. Did your job behind the scenes. All you had to do was present the information. And you still somehow fucked it up."

Heather squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory. Tonight, all she needed to do was present information on the ongoing preparations for the community funfair and dog show happening in a month or so. It was the sort of presentation that she had created and delivered dozens of times in her tenure as the head of the HOA. But tonight, for reasons she couldn't understand, she stuttered, mixed up her notes, quoted incorrect dates and figures, and generally dissolved into a nervous, sweaty mess in front of the HOA board that she had once ruled with an iron fist.

It had gotten so bad that Jackie had been forced to step in, taking charge of the meeting and delivering the presentation crisply and professionally as Heather burned with shame on the sidelines. Heather could see the respect she once held fading from the eyes of the board members. And respect was everything to her.

Jackie's hand rubbed over Heather's inner thigh, closer and closer to the center. "You know what Miss B?" said Jackie with an evil smirk, "I'm starting to think that maybe you've started failing my tasks on purpose." Heather's belly flip-flopped as Jackie's hand slipped up and deftly unbuttoned the front of her jeans.

"N-no, mistress," Heather protested weakly. Her veins felt like they were filled with hot electricity as Jackie's hand slipped down under the hem of her panties, leaving hot, lingering trails of sensation as her finger traced over her soft skin. "I... I always do the best I can to do whatever you ask of me!"

"I'm not saying it's a conscious decision," said Jackie with a giggle. Her fingers were now buried deep in the front of Heather's jeans, tracing tiny teasing circles less than an inch above Heather's rapidly moistening pussy. "I'm saying that you've started enjoying your punishments so much that you're subconsciously sabotaging yourself."

Jackie's fingers finally slipped down with torturous slowness to part the lips of Heather's dripping sex. "Well don't worry, Ms. B," said Jackie with a smirk, her eyes twinkling as she continued to drive, "I'm going to give you all the punishment your kinky little heart desires after your embarrassing fuck up tonight."

Heather shook her head, desperately trying to deny the idea that she had made herself look so foolish and inadequate on purpose, but the words wouldn't come out. She simply whimpered, feeling a hot, shameful blush spread across her face as she spread her legs wider, wordlessly begging her Mistress to continue playing with her burning pussy.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Heather realized they were no longer on the route that would take them home. "Wh-where are we going, Mistress?" gasped Heather, fighting to break free from the mind-clouding pleasure that her bratty little life coach's fingers were causing.

"I told you," said Jackie grimly, her fingers wriggling and flexing mercilessly on the older woman's slick pussy. "You fucked up especially badly tonight. You need an extra bad punishment to correct that horny, perverted brain of yours. That's going to take a change of venue."

...

Lucas Brandt pushed away from his desk with a groan. He had hoped he would have a chance to get some extra work done without Jackie and Heather here to distract him. But the sounds pouring from the house next door were going to make that impossible. Loud grunts and moans blasted out of Rick Carver's open windows, so loud that Lucas assumed that Rick must have his speakers pointed outward to deliberately fuck with them.

Heather had sworn to use her power as HOA president to force Mr. Carver to be a good neighbor, or, better yet, run him out of the suburb altogether. But Heather had been distracted lately, hadn't she? To be fair, so had Lucas. Jackie, that teasing little 19-year-old minx, had reentered their lives in a major way. Bizarrely, despite the fact that Lucas and Jackie once started an affair behind Heather's back, she had recently hired the young woman as some sort of life coach.

Lucas couldn't argue with Jackie's results. As far as he was concerned, the changes in Heather's behavior were mindblowing. Since Jackie had taken charge, Heather was less bitchy, willing to put more effort into making her husband happy, and, best of all, much more submissive in bed.

Even more darkly intriguing, Jackie kept suggesting that Heather actually wanted him to cheat on her with Jackie. He still couldn't bring himself to believe that one. Heather had always been so proud and strong-willed. It seemed impossible that she wanted to be humiliatingly defeated by a little brat like Jackie.

It felt too good to be true. Lucas had looked it up after Jackie mentioned the possibility. A "cuckquean" fetish was the term for it. He didn't want to hurt Heather... but the temptation was becoming too much to resist. Jackie was getting bolder in her flirtation with him lately. Her hot little hands rested longer and longer on his arm. Her lithe body pressed tight to his when she hugged him hello.

Maybe it really was what Heather wanted. And if that was the case, would it really hurt to try it out a little and see how it felt? For all three of them?

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.