Chelsea felt the pounding in her head start even before she was fully conscious, the pain invaded whatever dream she was having. A sense of deja vu kicked in as she found herself where she was yesterday. In the living nightmare hell she still couldn't believe was real. She prayed it was a dream. She begged loudly in her head to wake up, but it was useless. This was her new, and terrifying reality.
Just before she could get farther into her own head, or let her despair fester any longer, her captor opened the door. The same warm smile and eyes that were almost kind beamed down at her.
Kind? Chelsea thought to herself how strange it was; she'd thought his eyes looked kind. There was no way this man was kind. She was fairly certain he would kill her, at this point.
"Good morning, Butterscotch!" he spoke brightly and happily at her, as if she should be glad to see him.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked her, as she glowered from the corner of her cage at him.
"Your training began the moment you woke up, sweetness. First lesson: puppies greet their owner with excitement, love, and devotion. When I greet you in the morning, you must happily and excitedly acknowledge my presence. You may bark, whimper, beg, wiggle, stick your breasts out and wag them back and forth, etcetera. Whatever feels natural to you to show your devotion to the one who you belong to." he instructed her, as if these were obvious and basic facts.
"Let's try again. Good morning, Butterscotch." he said, more sternly this time.
Chelsea, still gagged, continued to glower. Her second wind of rebellion raged inside her, and she couldn't bring herself to do as he commanded. He didn't own her. Nobody owned her. She was a victim, she wouldn't play along.
"Shoot. And you were doing so well." he said, pulling out the familiar remote to her shock collar.
Shit, the shock collar! Chelsea had forgotten, suddenly filling with fear and regret. How the fuck could she have forgotten she was shock collared? She began to wiggle her bum, and suddenly began barking with abandon. Asking for forgiveness and mercy in the face of debilitating pain and punishment.
"I'm sorry Butter, I need to follow through on my discipline for non-immediate obedience. How does an animal learn if it doesn't get properly corrected?" he chuckled, pressing the button.
Chelsea felt the all-too-familiar pang of the shock collar, but this time somehow infinitely more excruciating than before. She made inhuman noises, and shook until her cage rattled.
"That was a degree higher than your previous punishments. My discipline will never harm you permanently, but it's important you know pain." he said.
"That way, your pleasure is even more beautiful. Good girl, Butter. You took that well. My good puppy, there's a nice girl." he reached in and soothed her, a reassuring smile to let her know she was still loved and cherished. She surrendered to his touch, and a small part of her that she didn't yet recognize appreciated his gentle fondling.
"We're going to have an amazing day today. You have so much to learn, and I am so excited to guide you and watch you grow. I care deeply for all of my puppy girls, and you are no different. My sweet, sweet girl." he continued to stroke her, as she lay sweating on the floor of her cage, still recovering from her shocking.
"All you need to do this morning is listen, and observe. If you sit quietly, and obey, you'll make things a hell of lot easier on yourself. You'll sit by me, and you'll be introduced to your puppy sisters. There are three beautiful darlings who cannot wait to meet you, and to help you get settled. It's been a while since we've added a new member to the family."
"Now, sweet girl, bark for me if you're ready to begin."
She took in the information, with a mixture of dread and resignation. She really didn't have much of a choice right now in what happened to her, and she wasn't an idiot. She knew she was helpless. She knew obedience was mandatory, possibly for her survival. She would do what he asked, until she could formulate an escape plan.
"Woof! Woof!" Chelsea garbled from behind the gag.
"Good girl! Good, smart girl." he reached around to the front of her cage to quickly and stealthily unlock the door. He pulled out a thin, black leather leash from the satchel he had around his torso, and clipped it onto Chelsea's shock collar before she could protest. Not that she would have, the shock still reverberating in her head.
"Come along, Butterscotch."
Chelsea hoisted herself onto her elbows and knees and crawled along behind him, her ass gently swaying in time with her movements. It already hurt, fifteen steps in. Did he expect her to walk like this all the time? It was excruciating. She made sounds of pain, almost involuntarily, before he turned around to watch her struggle. She felt ashamed at her nakedness, she was in pain from the restraints. She began to cry, earnestly and honestly. This was all too much.
He bent down to give her a tender, reassuring stroke on the cheek.
"Don't be scared, sweetness. I know, I know, my darling. Big change, huh? I know." he spoke softly and sweetly as she wept, and gave her breasts tender squeezes and soft nipple pinches. She squirmed.
"Keep still. You can weep for a little while, but always remember to be still, accept my touch, and obey. I know that nakedness is not what you are used to, but you'll come to enjoy the freedom of your nudity. The freedom of nakedness, the freedom of total devotion of the body. To me, sweet girl. To your loving owner. It'll all be easy in time."
She closed her eyes, and tried to be somewhere else. Anywhere else but chained at the feet of this madman. She tried to ignore the sparkly feelings happening in her lower stomach, the dampness between her spread thighs.
"You won't need to wear the elbow braces for long, you'll be allowed your arms back. But I can't take any risks when I'm breaking in a new pup. Now come along, Butter." he turned back around and continued walking her down the hallway.
Chelsea struggled along weakly, and thankfully he walked slowly enough that she could keep pace a couple feet behind. It was unnerving how she could feel the cool air on every inch of her body. How could she ever get used to something like this?
They reached a large mahogany door, he glanced back and gave her a wink.
"Time to meet your new sisters."
He opened the door, and revealed a large room, twice the size of the room she'd been in earlier, with the same blue wallpaper. Most of the room was taken up by three identical cages, all lined up in a row with the locked doors facing the room's entrance. In each cage, a woman.
They were all naked, shock collared, and gagged as Chelsea was, with their legs bound at the knees in leather. However, their arms were not bound with the restrictive leather that bound Chelsea - although they still wore the locked brown mitts which restricted the use of their hands to what a dog's paw would be capable of.
When they saw the man enter the door with Chelsea in tow, they all uniformly leapt up to all fours from the lounging positions they were in. They begin to whine, wagging their bottoms profusely, barking and yelping through the gags. But it didn't sound like Chelsea's desperate muffled moans and pleas from earlier - they sounded excited. Elated to be seeing him, greeting him as he had taught her earlier to do.
"Morning, my darlings. See Butterscotch, see how they greet me?" he looked down at her, with a knowing stare.
"Now, sit here, and observe like a good girl. Soon you'll join my puppies in the primary kennel room, and be participating daily in what you're about to watch. So watch carefully." he stroked her ear as he led her to the far right corner, and secured her leash to a metal ring that was fastened to the side of the wall. What else could she do but 'watch carefully' from this position? She slumped down on her side, resigned to the current moment.
He sauntered over to the door of the first cage, unlatching it and opening it before doing the same with the two others. The girls in the cages didn't move, though. They simply continued to beg and whine, barking softly and shaking their breasts and asses in excitement. They didn't dare crawl out until their Owner commanded it.
The man walked to the middle of the room, equidistant from each woman's enclosure.
"Girls, I know you're very excited to meet your new puppy sister. This--" he motioned to Chelsea, "-- is Butterscotch. Her name is Butterscotch because of her beautiful skin. Isn't she lovely, my pets?"
The girls barked and arfed insistently, and obediently. Chelsea avoided eye contact with them, mostly staring off into the middle space.
"This is all very new to Butterscotch, so it'll be up to you girls to help her learn how life works here. She's a young puppy, and she'll need the loving guidance of her older puppy sisters to help her embrace her new life and learn the ropes. This was all new for every one of you, and you'll make her transition easier if you can continue to demonstrate the perfect obedience I know you all are capable of. You all can do that for me, can't you, girls?"
The woman barked a couple more times, never losing their frantic enthusiasm. They stared up at him with such love, Chelsea noticed. The look of devotion in their eyes seemed to be genuine, which scared her shitless.
