This story is going to delve into a bit of conditioned puppy training. It focuses on Amber's viewpoint and came from lengthy discussions that took place after sessions about what was thought and felt. Once again even if these events did happen the names and places would be changed to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy.
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Amber crawled through the house, wandering slowly from one room to the next with a pile of discarded and forgotten clothing showing her starting point. She was looking for something although she wasn't sure what that was at the moment; her thoughts were foggy and jumbled. She set one paw down on the linoleum floor of the kitchen and paused. Paw? She didn't have paws she had... what was it? There was a word for it wasn't there? As she looked down she clearly saw the fur covered paw resting on the floor in front of her. She shook her head, causing the tag dangling from her collar to jingle, and by the time she left the kitchen had forgotten all about it.
She could smell the food that was sitting up there on the dining room table but from her position here she couldn't tell what it was. She was tempted to go and take a look but then she remembered the newspaper. The memory came back to her suddenly: a solid swat with the newspaper because she had put her paws up on the table. No. The table was a place that she was certain she wasn't allowed to be no matter how good the food smelled. A soft, plaintive whimper vibrated in her throat as she passed the table and continued on her wandering way.
"Come here, girl."
That was Master! The familiar voice drifted in like a ray of sunshine through her foggy thoughts. Amber started wagging her tail. She knew this voice. It was a good memory, a powerful memory. Wait. Tail? Something was wrong. She didn't have a tail she was a... What was she? There was something that was just on the edge of her memory floating just out of reach. Of course she had a tail. She could see and feel her tail it was right there wagging away at the sound of her Master's voice. She was a good puppy! Her Master's voice was going to make her feel even better. She could feel the heat building up between her legs just from the sound of it.
She padded into the living room to see him sitting on the couch. He was leaning back in a relaxed position and she could see her leash draped over the arm of the couch. Her pussy twitched involuntarily and a trickle of moisture slid its way down her inner thigh. She could feel her tail swishing side to side as her ass swayed. She was so happy to see him! Amber crawled up to him and looked up at his face.
"Sit Amber," the man said gently.
Amber sat back on her haunches lifting her front paws in the air displaying herself just like she knew he wanted. She saw him reach out towards her and then felt his warm hand squeezing her breast. A fleeting thought drifted through her head that puppies didn't have breasts but the pleasure that the touch gave drove that thought quickly aside. She leaned forward to press into his hand wanting more of his touch. She closed her eyes as his hand squeezed her breast more firmly, his thumb teasing her sensitive nipple.
