My Precious Puppy Ch 02

I woke to whimpering and scrabbling. I looked over and saw Miranda scratching at her leash. The memories of last night filled my mind as I looked at the naked woman trying to get her leash free from where I'd tied it. I smiled, knowing the collar prevented her from untying or disconnecting it.

"Precious," I called to her. She turned, looking at me with a pleading whimper, circled the bed, looked at her leash, then at the door. "Does Precious need to go?"

She whined, shifting her legs. I sighed as I got up. I didn't bother putting on clothes as I led her into the yard. She took a couple of minutes to find a spot, then looked at me expectantly.

I let out another sigh. "Go already," I said a bit more sharply than I had intended.

Precious whimpered as she squat to go. She kept her eyes on me as she went. The rising sun shone on her pale breasts; the nipples already hard. I waited patiently as she went, taking care of both releases. I sighed and used a small spell to clean up her mess. I also realized I'd need to clean her up.

I used the outhouse, leaving my pet tied to the bedroom door. I'd been working on a way to use plumbing to make things cleaner, with my own outhouse as the lab. As the warm water washed my butt, I remembered that precious was a mess.

I went out, taking her leash and led her to the outhouse. She looked up at me curiously.

"Sit there," I said, pointing at the water toilet I'd created. Precious whimpered as she looked from me to the seat. "Sit like a human," I explained, "and stay still."

Precious rose to her feet and sat delicately on the toilet. I pulled the lever that released the cleaning jets.

My new pet looked at me in surprise as the water washed her ass. She let out a soft sigh when it finished, a small smile on her face. I told her she'd been a good girl and led her back to my room and sat on the side of the beg. She sat in front of me, looking up expectantly.

"Precious deserves a reward," I said as I looked down at her. "Your reward is to suck my cock." I spread my legs as I spoke.

She began nuzzling my cock, trying to use only her mouth to take it in.

"Use your hands, Precious," I ordered her.

She looked confused for a moment before bringing her hands up to grasp my member.

"Show me how a good puppy slut sucks her owner's cock."

Precious started licking my shaft, looking up at me as she did. She noticed my reactions to each lick, making sure to use her tongue there again and again.

She took a long, slow lick up the underside of my shaft before rolling her tongue around the head. Her lips took me in as she let out a moan of pleasure.

"Precious enjoys pleasure her Master, doesn't she?" I asked as she took her time taking more of me into her mouth.

She let out what seemed to be a happy whimper, her mouth filled with me. She was moving slowly, focusing on pleasuring me. She turned her head as her lips moved along my shaft, her tongue feeling like fine velvet as it stroked me. I leaned back, my hand on her head, letting her do as she wanted.

She moaned around my cock, taking more of it in. She held me in her throat for several seconds before pulling off. She let out a low, whimpering moan and took me into her mouth again, her head speeding up. I could almost feel her need for my cock as she stroked and sucked me.

I moaned in pleasure as her lips moved on me. Her hands were soft on my shaft as she stroked me into her mouth.

"That's so good Precious," I said, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. "You're such a good cock slut for me."

She kept moaning as I spoke, her body beginning to tremble as she worked my hard shaft. This little puppy slut could cum just from sucking my cock. That thought turned me on even more.

"Make me cum, slut," I said, my hard cock throbbing. "Cum with me Precious, cum with your Master."

She began to work harder, her own excitement urging her on. Her drool rolled down my cock, over the hand stroking me. I groaned as I released into her mouth. She whimpered her moans as she swallowed. She kept sucking, milking all she could from me.

She held me in her mouth, feeling my cock relax on her tongue. She was breathing hard through her nose, almost panting. She reluctantly puled her mouth from my shaft and begin licking, cleaning my cock and balls with her tongue. I sighed happily.

"Come with me," I told her when I finally got up. I put some clothes on before going to the kitchen to cook breakfast. I set the bowls of oats and sausages on the table and sat to eat. Precious looked at me, then her bowl, seemingly confused.

It took me a few moments to realize what she wanted. I noted this behavior as I set her bowl on the floor, telling her, "Take small bites and don't gobble." I got another bowl and filled it with tea for her.

I sat down and watched her eat. Precious took dainty little bites, chewing her food before swallowing it. She occasionally lapped at the bowl of tea. I ate my breakfast thoughtfully. There must be some error in the spells. I thought about this as I watched her eat, oats sticking to her face. Her hair was wet from both the meal and the tea.

Precious looked up from her meal, licking her lips as I placed my bowl into the sink, using a bit of water to rinse it out. She nudged her bowl, looking a little worried.

"Finish eating," I told her. She grinned happily and resumed her delicate little bites.

I went to the bathing parlor. I had used some of my skill to craft this room, making it watertight and giving it a good drain. I'd adapted part of my toilet water system to spray water down from above. It was like a rain, but warm. I smiled and went to check on Precious.

She hadn't finished all of her food or the tea. I replaced the tea with water as I cleaned the bowls and my mug. She watched me expectantly while I did so.

I took up her leash and led her to the bathing chamber. She waited patiently as I removed the leash, carefully putting it up just outside the door. She watched me, her butt wiggling as she wondered what I was up to. I knelt down next to her, hesitating. The leather collar would need to come off but I was unsure how she would react.

I turned on the water before removing the collar. The change back took longer than the transformation into an obedient sex puppy had. She looked confused for several minutes before she looked around. She looked around, seeing the falling water. She looked at me as if she couldn't quite remember if something was wrong or not.

"You need to clean yourself," I told her. "The water is warm and there's soap in the tray."

At first, she seemed confused by my words. She trembled as she nodded. I left the room so she could wash in peace. I took the opportunity to write down the observations I'd seen during our breakfast.

When she came out of the bathing room, she was dripping wet but clean. I gave her some towels to dry herself with.

"Miranda," I said as she rubbed the water from her skin, "Tell me what you remember about last night."

She blushed, not looking at me. "I think I drank too much," she said after a long pause. "It's all a bit fuzzy." She sat down on the bed, frowning. "You showed me a collar. Then..." She trailed off, thinking. "I wanted to please you, do things for you. I... I enjoyed it."

I wrote down what she said. And glanced at her. She had an odd look of longing on her face as she stared at something. I followed her gaze and saw the collar.

"I wanted so much to be yours, to have you take me. I wasn't thinking, just feeling." She trembled a bit as she sat naked on my bed, staring at the collar. "I, I think I liked not thinking. I felt so happy, content. How?"

"The magic in the collar," I said as I wrote down her words and my observations.

"Can I," she hesitated. "Um... Can I put the collar back on?"

"Not yet, I said, noting this down. "Why do you want it back on?"

She blushed hard, down to her erect nipples. "It was exciting," she said after a moment. She spoke so softly that I had to look. Miranda was looking down at the towel she was wringing in her hands. "I liked being Precious."

"Did you enjoy what we did?" I asked, looking at her.

"Yes," her voice was barely a whisper, filled with some deep seeded longing.

I looked at her, so red from her blush. I felt my desire rising. "Would you like doing those things without the collar?"

She looked at me, shocked. "No, I..." she gulped. "I want to feel owned again." She said quietly after a pause.

I picked up the collar and sat next to her. Her hands automatically moved to pull her damp hair out of the way.

"Did you enjoy the rain bath?" I asked. She smiled shyly as she nodded, her eyes on the collar in my hand. I gently wrapped the collar around her neck, her body trembling as the magic took hold. She seemed to relax once it was firmly fastened around her neck. She leaned over, resting her head on my shoulder, a happy smile on her face.

I slid my arm around her before lifting her face to kiss her lips. The soap had left a fine fragrance on her skin. She responded to my kiss by pulling my head closer and deepening it. Her free hand moved to my pants, feeling my hardening erection. I pushed her back, looking at her.

"Precious is hungry for Master, isn't she?"

Her response was to get down on the floor, crawl in front of me, lean forward and wiggler her firm ass at me. I slapped her ass, eliciting a little yelp as she stuck her ass higher. I spanked my little puppy girl until both cheeks were red. She whimpered and yelped in pleasure, her pussy dripping long before I was done. I pulled my pants down, feeling her pushing back as I pressed into her.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back. She let out a happy moan as I started fucking her, using her from behind. It wasn't long before she was moaning, almost howling as I enjoyed my pet.

I told her again that she could only cum when I do. She was making yipping sounds as I used her, her pussy tight around me. There really did seem to be a joy in the sounds Precious was making. When we came, she came harder than I did, groaning as my cock filled her. I pulled her up, playing with her tits, teasing the nipples. This had the effect of making her cum again.

I turned her head and kissed my pet deeply. The way she returned it was so passionate and honest that it surprised me. I pulled her to the bed, sitting her on it. I removed the collar and waited for her to come back to herself. I sat behind her, my arms wrapped around her as she became herself.

Miranda turned to me, looking happy and confused at the same time. "Why?" she asked. I could hear the pleading in her voice.

"Tell me your name," I ordered her.

"Precious," her tone was a loving whisper. She kept moving against me, caressing my arms. I think she was just happy to be up against me. "Yours," she kept repeating, her voice breathy and wanting.

The effects of the collar were far stronger than I had anticipated. After less than a day she was already feeling as if I owned her. I wondered how strong the desire for me was and what she was willing to do to please me. I knew of a shop on the outskirts of town that just happened to be close to my workshop. They sold some interesting items for the sexually adventurous. It would be the ideal place for a demonstration.

Before that, I had to figure out what I'd done wrong. The obedience and lust should have dissipated when the collar came off. Could it be because I hadn't taken it off while she slept? Or was it the mix of spells enhanced the two base spells in some way? I would need to make some changes for the next collar as well as a second test subject.

Precious had begun moving differently and I realized she probably had to go. I took her hand and led her toward the outhouse. She slipped her hand to mine and moved to the place she'd gone earlier. She squatted, looking at me expectantly.

"Is that where you want to go?" I asked her as I walked toward her.

"Yes," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

I looked and saw that anyone passing by could see her. "You can be seen there," I pointed toward the road.

She blushed, but stayed put. "I'll go here like a good girl," she said still looking at me.

"I have to order you, don't I?" I asked, seeing the embarrassment and pleading in her face.

"Please," she said plaintively.

"Go," I said in a commanding tone. She flushed with embarrassment as she went, still looking up at me. She stood when she finished and took my hand.

"Thank you, sir," she said.

We went back in, my mind working things out. When I sat her on the bed, I looked at her, sitting patiently, waiting for me to order her.

"We need to do some tests," I said. Miranda gave me a curious look. "The effects of your collar shouldn't last this long. You should be yourself again."

"Precious is Precious," she said. "Master gave me that name."

"That's part of the problem," I said. "You should be Miranda now, not Precious. You should only be Precious when the collar is on."

"Miranda was lonely and unhappy," she said, crossing her arms stubbornly. "Precious prefers being Masters fuck puppy."

"Do you want me to fuck you right now?" I asked.

"If Master wants to," she got up on the bed, shifting to her hands and knees. "Use me Master, I want your pleasure."

I sighed as she wiggled her fine ass at me. "We'll spend the next week and see how you act with your collar on and off and see how things go."

The next week was both educational and enjoyable. I was able to figure out where I had gone wrong and was able to use Precious at my whim, even training her to put on sexy shows for me. I had to keep the orders simple. The more she wore the collar, the less human her behavior became.

I also realized that Precious had become addicted to her collar. She hated taking it off unless I was giving her a bath. She would whine and whimper if I took it off anywhere except the bathing room. I tried other collars, but she only wanted hers.

There were other changes that I couldn't understand. What I thought was tangled hair turned out to be her ears. She was also growing a tail. The fur was soft and silky, a perfect match to her blonde hair. She seemed to enjoy when I paid attention to it, with or without the collar.

Precious still had some of her humanity with the collar off but she was becoming more and more a puppy in her own mind.

I smiled as I pet her, curled up in her bed, collar off. She was a very good puppy, letting me do anything I wanted with her body. She was a beautiful woman, even with the tail and ears of a puppy.