Tracys First Day

Tracy knocked on the door then stepped back, putting on her friendly face. This was the third street she had tried, not one of the houses so far had even had a dog and so all, with varying degrees of grace, shut the door in her face. This street was more promising. It was a huge cul-de-sac lined with mansions. Long driveways and huge hedges separated the buildings from the road. Looking back now it seemed much further than she had walked.

Footsteps behind the door drew Tracy back to her smiling, charming self. It opened to a pair of huge boobs. They were exactly at Tracy's head height with a drooping cleavage showing them off.

"Hello?" Tracy looked up to see a beautiful woman with long brown hair and a teasing smile.

"Can I help you?"

"Sorry..." Tracy's eyes fell to the floor.

"What for?" The woman stepped close to Tracy and lifted her chin, "What brings you here beautiful?"

"I'm from Pets & Co. We are doing a great deal on dog toys right now and I was wondering if you'd like to treat your pet today," the well practised words tumbled out.

"Oh that's sweet, come inside, we will see what we can work out," the woman ushered the girl in before her so Tracy didn't see the careful way the woman checked the street. Seeing no one, she smiled and locked the door behind them.

"My name's Veronica Emily, you can call me Mrs Emily. What's your name darling?"

Tracy stood in the sparse hall feeling awkward. She wasn't supposed to go into anyone's house, but she also might be about to get her first sale, "I'm just Tracy."

"Tracy, that's cute, this way to the kitchen. Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'm ok."

"Nonsense you must have been walking around all morning in that hot sun, I know just the thing." Mrs Emily led Tracy into the kitchen and sat her down on a stool while she set about preparing a drink, "So, have you been selling a lot of dog toys Tracy?"

"Not really, no one but you has had a dog yet... What sort of dog do you have?"

"Oh, but everyone has a dog on this road?" said Mrs Emily ignoring the question.

"Oh that's great. You're my first here, but maybe it will start going better now."

"Here you go," Mrs Emily placed a tall glass of cloudy liquid in front of Tracy, "This should help you cool down." She stood close to Tracy, her breast once more all too close to Tracy's eyeline. "Drink up," Veronica's smile was pleasant but her tone was insistent.

Tracy took the glass and gulped it down, if only to have somewhere to look at that wasn't down Mrs Emily's top. She had already drunk half when she realised it wasn't water.

"Um... Mrs Emily. What's in this?" she felt bad for asking the question but why? It was quite reasonable to know what she was drinking.

"Oh just water with a little extra to keep up your hydration in the heat," Veronica made the answer sound harmless. Of course that didn't actually make any sense, who added something to someone's drink without asking? Time to get on with selling.

Tracy scooped her catalogue out her bag, "So what do you think you would be interested in, maybe a new toy for a good boy?"

"Oh it's a good girl actually. And yes a new toy sounds good." Mrs Emily absently reached up and toyed with the end of Tracy's ponytail, "What do you like?"

"Me? I don't have a pet,"

"But what would you have the most fun playing with?"

"They're dog toys,"

"I know that, don't I? I asked you what you would have the most fun playing with," an edge crept into Mrs Emily's tone. Tracy didn't like it.

"I don't know,"

Mrs Emily sighed and turned away busying herself with something. Tracy felt the sigh in her gut, it twisted inside of her like someone was bullying her. She was even shaking a little.

"I suppose the squeaking bones are the most fun, they make a noise too," it was a struggle to keep her tone neutral as she dug one out of her sample bag.

"Squeaky bone..." Mrs Emily returned to Tracy's side, inspecting the small pink bone. She squeezed it suddenly in Tracy's ear.

The high pitched noise was too much for Tracy and the tears came flooding out. As soon as they did she realised how silly it all was. She barely knew this woman, why had she provoked such a reaction? Whatever the reason, there was no stopping the sobs now.

Mrs Emily scooped Tracy in close, one arm wrapped around her caressing her arm the other pulled Tracy's head into her bosom. The grip was firm, Tracy couldn't have pulled her head away if she wanted to. Her nose was filled with the scent of Mrs Emily, her soft flesh rubbing along Tracy's cheek.

"It's all going to be ok, deary. I'll look after you," Mrs Emily's lips were but an inch from Tracy's ear, whispering away. "A new job can be stressful can't it. You don't have to worry about that anymore."

Tracy wasn't really listening to the words. The tone was just right though, combining with the smell and the body pressed up against her set off some instinct within. Her head wasn't thinking straight, she realised too late as a heat took over and that fog descended in her mind. Then there was only Mrs Emily's hands rubbing her hair and her arm and now her belly and further down.

"I saw you staring when I first opened the door. You've been desperate for my attention haven't you?" Mrs Emily's hand pulled the thin material of her shorts up, taut against her crotch. Then it began to rub, gently at first, teasing her. In her warm cosy world Tracy rubbed back, needing more.

"Yes, there we go, desperate little thing aren't you. You can have your fun, it will cost you though. Will you agree to pay the price?"

Tracy didn't understand the words in her state. She just kept writhing against Mrs Emily's hand. Mrs Emily pulled away, "Answer me Pet, are you willing to pay the price for your treat?"

Tracy just whined, still not hearing.

Mrs Emily grabbed Tracy's throat, "Nod your head for me slut, Nod if you want more."

The sudden attack drew Tracy closer to the surface of her reverie. Enough to know that something wasn't right but not enough to stop herself from nodding. Then that kind Mrs Emily was back teasing again and hugging her close.

"Such a good girl for me aren't you. I think you deserve a little more," Mrs Emily scooped up the girl into a fireman's lift with ease, "Oh you're drooling all over me pet, I won't forget that. Come along, we're going to get more comfortable. Play with yourself now your Mommy doesn't have a free hand."

She carried her out through french windows. Tracy felt the cool air for a few moments, then they were descending somewhere dark. All the while Tracy began to play with herself, she was more vicious than Mrs Emily had been squeezing her breasts and rubbing precisely and quickly against her clit.

She was dropped onto an L-shaped sofa interrupting her building pleasure. She scrambled up the right way reaching again for release.

Mrs Emily swatted her hands away. "Off," she swatted again as Tracy kept reaching for herself, "Off. I said you were to keep yourself busy, not ruin my fun."

Tracy didn't understand and whined again as her hands were pulled back above her head secured together and attached onto something at the back of the sofa.

"A desperate toy delivered straight to my door," Mrs Emily sat next to Tracy and stroked her face, "Let's see what we have."

Now she produced scissors and with long clean cuts stripped the girl in front of her, "Oh I am lucky" She said as she groped Tracy's breasts.

"Please," Tracy said.

"In good time girl, there's no rush," Mrs Emily rolled Tracy over, twisting her cuffed hands and admiring her ass. "Now we can get back to you."

Mrs Emily's hand traced along Tracy's back while the other went to work on Tracy's clit. Tracy was quickly on edge again wriggling her ass against Mrs Emily's hand in desperation.

"Say thank you Mommy."

Tracy just moaned.

Veronica spanked her hard, "Say thank you Mommy."

Still no response.

Mrs Emily stopped masturbating Tracy, "If you want to come you do what I say." She punctuated the last three words with sharp painful slaps to Tracy's thighs.

Tracy managed to summon enough sense to say, "I'm sorry Mrs Emily." That only earned her another spank.

"We're past that now, call me Mommy."

"I'm sorry Mommy," another spank, on her ass this time and less painful.

"That's ok slut, now thank me."

"Thank you Mommy," Tracy had worked out what she needed to do now.

Mrs Emily began to play with Tracy once more, slowly again but all the teasing brought her near orgasm quickly and Tracy's moans told Mrs Emily all she needed to know. She brought her thumb inside Tracy finding her g-spot at the same time her forefingers toyed with Tracy's Clit.

Tracy's head was awash with confusion and pleasure. As Mrs Emily rubbed her g-spot Tracy came, her whole body shuddering. Pain followed swiftly as her bottom was spanked repeatedly.

"Thank you Mommy, Thank you Mommy," She repeated as the wave passed and the pain kept up. Mrs Emily was onto her breasts reaching under her to twist and pinch.

"Thank you Mommy," Tracy said again. Her fog was lifting now the orgasm had passed and she wanted the pain to stop.

"You learn quickly, pet," Mrs Emily said and then retreated from Tracy. Tracy was left face down, arms bound and attached somewhere behind the sofa, her knees on the seat cushions as her sense began to reform.

"Um Mommy... Mrs Emily... I think I need to go now, I'm supposed to be working." When there wasn't a response she added, "Could you untie me please?"

She couldn't hear Mrs Emily anywhere now. In the quiet she thought back over the last twenty minutes. That made her worry even more.

"Please Mommy, I need to go now," Her fear grew and without Mrs Emily's touch she was getting cold down in this dark basement. "Mommy are you still there?"

She could only have been waiting a few minutes but it felt like hours. She considered moving at one point, she was only bound at the hands she should be able to twist around and get a proper look at the room. Something told her not to though, a new instinct said that Mommy hadn't told her to move.

Something thin and hard passed over her vision and was suddenly tight around her throat.

"That's better isn't it, We keep doggies collared don't we," Mrs Emily pulled Tracy round so she was sitting on the sofa with her arms above her head. Mrs Emily had undressed since Tracy had last seen her, she wore a matching black panties and bra. She was gorgeous, just the sight of her had made Tracy forget the cold.

"Now you have a little price to pay don't you?"

Tracy stayed silent.

"Did you enjoy your play time?"

Tracy nodded.

"Do you want more?

Tracy was unsure.

"Yes you do mutt, Nod for me"

Tracy nodded, Mrs Emily's tone left no room to disobey.

"Well there are a few things I want. It might take a while for you to fulfil all of them. But don't worry I have a place for you to stay," She pointed to the corner of the basement where a cage took up a good portion of the room. Within the cage were a pile of cushions and two dog bowls.

The sight of it raised some defiance in Emily, "I think I want to go home now, but this was fun. Maybe we can arrange another time?"

Mrs Emily slapped Tracy without hesitation, "Silly Slut, you owe me. I'm not going to let you run off now."

She unhooked Tracy's soft cuffs from the back of the sofa and dragged her by her ponytail over to the cage. The door swung open and closed with only a brief pause while Mrs Emily dragged Tracy inside. A heavy padlock clicked into place. The cage was too small for her to stand in and she crawled over to the soft cushions.

"If you want food put this on," A black ball gag dropped through the top of the cage for Tracy.

Tracy didn't think this made any sense, how could she eat if she was wearing a ball gag.

"Come on pup" Mrs Emily tapped her foot.

Tracy picked up the ball gag and put it on. Not an easy task with her hands still bound. Already she was getting used to obedience. Mrs Emily was watching the struggle with a smile on her lips.

"Tighter than that, I want you thinking about it all night... That's better." She reached her hand through the bars to Tracy's face and stroked it with a gentle finger. "You are so pretty, baby I'm really going to enjoy you. I'll bring food soon but for now you just get your beauty sleep." She turned to leave, "Oh I almost forgot" with a light squeak the pink bone was dropped into the cage. Mrs Emily cackled all the way up the stairs.

***

Tracy wanted to itch her nipple. The lacey pink bra was not quite adjusted right and every movement made a tickle. Of course even if her hands were free she didn't think Mommy would want her to scratch.

The night had been cold and uncomfortable. Mommy had brought her food as promised, as well as a bowl of water and a bucket for her other needs. The food was put in a bowl and Mommy waited until she had seen Tracy eat without hands before she let her alone. It was dry and salty, nothing like Tracy had ever eaten before. It didn't taste bad though and she was hungry, even if she did have to shove her face to the ground to eat it.

There were pillows enough to avoid the hard concrete but not blankets. A small radiator was fixed to the wall along from the cage. Too far to provide any real heat but close enough to feel what she couldn't have.

Somehow she had managed to sleep. Only to be woken up at god knows what hour to a crop poking through the cage bars and whipping at every available part of her flesh.

"Up, I have a lot of plans for you and we need to get ready."

Getting ready involved being leashed and dragged over to a wardrobe and desk on the opposite side of the room. She was then kept still with a series of slaps and pinches while Mommy did her hair into two even pigtails and applied some makeup, a bright red lipstick and a dark mascara and eyeliner for her eyes. She was dressed in a fresh pink collar with metal d ring suitable for her leash, pink pleated skirt that came half way down her thighs. The skirt was lifted up every minute or so for Mommy to spank Tracy's ass. Finally there was the itchy lace bra, pink to match the skirt, but sheer.

"There we go, don't you look beautiful," Mommy was gently stroking Tracy's hair, admiring the full outfit in the wardrobe's mirror from behind Tracy. She spanked Tracy's ass sharp and fast, "You speak when you are spoken to mutt."

"Yes Mommy."

"Wasn't it nice of Mommy to dress you up like this,"

"Yes Mommy."

"You have been so good for me, did you sleep well?"

"I was cold Mommy."

"Oh I'm so sorry pet, you needed a blanket didn't you, Mommy will get one for you tonight," she hugged Tracy from behind and Tracy loved it. She felt those breasts pressing up against her back as Mommy's hands caressed Tracy's own. All morning she had been scared and alert, half plotting her escape from this mad woman while the other half did its best not to incur Mommy's wrath. In her embrace she wasn't so sure she didn't want to stay here forever. Her touch was maddening when it wanted to be, and she had liked obeying hadn't she?

"Mommy" Tracy said with caution, "How long do I have to stay here?"

Mommy's eyes flashed as she looked up into Tracy's face in the mirror. That brief moment told her that she shouldn't speak unless spoken to, "Such a silly girl aren't you. Puppies don't get what they want. They get what they're owners give them. I'm going to give you so many wonderful feelings."

Mommy demonstrated, teasing Tracy's nipples in the hug. Tracy melted into her Mommy, her brain falling apart with every word. "And I'm going to give you discipline."

For a moment the loving embrace held. Mommy's words were soft in her ear, her hands touching all the right spots. Tracy could believe that this world could last forever in this warm horny puddle.

Then Mommy pulled back, turning Tracy to face her. One slap hard to the face made Tracy whimper.

"On your knees slut, breakfast first, then we begin training proper."

Tracy dropped quickly, the cold hard floor was painful to kneel on, but Mommy would make more pain if she didn't.

It was the same food and the same bowl only now Mommy stood over her, one hand pressed lightly down on her head as she ate. She came up for breath only for that pressure to increase, "Good doggies eat when they are told to."

Tracy lowered her head, and tried to eat as quickly as she could. Eventually Mommy relaxed enough to let her chew and breathe properly. "You do learn quickly, you know. Some toys take a lifetime of training, you've picked it up with barely the hint of instruction," Mommy tugged one of Tracy's pig tails up, bringing them face to face. "Do you know why that is slut?"

Tracy's mind went back to the drink she had been given, and it's cloudy hue.

"Answer me slut," Mommy said with a slap.

"You're such a good trainer, Mommy."

"Aw that is sweet my pet. But no, It is because you were made for this. Fate chose this path for you, from the moment you were born you were to be my obedient dog. Your whole life was just for my pleasure. Isn't that beautiful?"

Tracy didn't think it was beautiful, she was now pretty confident she was mad though. Although she should have noticed that before the strange comments about fate.

"You don't believe me do you, such a shame," she stood straight, taking up Tracy's leash and bringing her over to the sofa and taking a seat. "Kneel just in front of me. That's it pup, now each day we will start with the punishments you are due. We already have a lot to get through, I'm not sure we will have enough time today. There is always tomorrow.

"After punishment there will be training, here we will spend a bit of time each day practising your key skills to make you the best dog you can be," The smile she wore as she described Tracy's day was infectious. It drew out that horny fog that Tracy had so enjoyed yesterday.

"I'll have to leave you then but we will find something to keep you occupied. Now slut you may ask a question. Only one, so make it count."

Tracy hadn't expected this opportunity, she should have prepared something. Something that would reveal her captor for what she was. Instead she asked, "Will I ever be allowed outside the basement?"

"Oh Pet yes, you must have been so scared, thinking you'd be living in this dirt hole your whole life. Yes you will leave the basement, it's healthy for dogs to get out and about. You are just a puppy however. Once you're trained up I'm sure we can arrange something. For now though this is all you have. I have a few plans for the room, but my pup will have to be patient, can you do that for me?"

"Yes Mommy."

"Good, now it's time for your punishment. Let's see here we have orgasming without permission. That's probably your largest crime. We will set a nice round one hundred spanks for that. You talked back to me two or three times yesterday, then again it was your first day... let's go with fifteen, five for each. Then there is the mess you made with your drool that adds another twenty five. You have obeyed me quite well today other than those offences I think." Mommy took hold of Tracy's chin inspecting her cheeks closely, "Your face is already quite rosy from this morning so it will be spanks on that big beautiful arse today, up and on my lap, come on."

Tracy climbed up in good time and was rewarded with a back rub. The kind touch of Mommy's right hand was somewhat undermined by her left, which lifted Tracy's skirt and rested on her ass.

"A well trained pup needs twenty spanks a day. In total that makes one hundred and fifty five," the left hand came up and down fast. The spank didn't hurt though, it was a glancing blow to the soft fat of Tracy's ass. She could feel the jiggle from the impact. Thinking her Mommy would like as much jiggle as possible she relaxed all her muscles.