Feeding time was the best! Food was exciting! Even if it was usually just dry cold kibble, but sometimes Master brought other yummy things, when she was really really good, sometimes. She shook her hips excitedly like she’d been told to do when she was happy, so that the tail attached to her plug wagged, and she whimpered and shuffled impatiently whilst Master set her bowl down on the ground. At the gentle clatter of the metal bowl against the concrete floor she almost lunged forward but with a single word “Stay.” she was halted.
Food. Oh how she loved food. Staring down at the bowl she could see it was something different today; between pressed toasted bread glistening with caramelised butter contents peaked like a flashers cock, smoked ham, pulled pork, sliced pickle, the scent of mustard, transparent trails of steam dancing up through beams of sunlight, Human food! The smell. Oh that smell! It made her tummy kick and scream desperately, her tongue slipped through her lips to catch her overflowing drool.
“A Cuban”, she thought, much to her surprise. It had been a long time since she’d last thought in human speak. That made her feel something, something she didn’t like.
“What’s the matter, Puppy?” Master’s voice pulled her gaze and attention obediently up to his eyes, “You don’t like sandwich? Sandwich bad?” Masters head was cocked, he spoke with the affectionate cadence reserved for pets and babies, his lips were per formatively pouting but his eye’s betrayed the pleasure he was hiding at her visible discomfort, “No sandwich?”
Her eyes flicked back down to the sandwich, unblinking she stared as if it were a complicated puzzle. It was yummy food, it smelt so good, special treat food for her! She should be so happy but she was something else which her stupid little doggy brain couldn’t quite comprehend. The longer she stared the less of anything but her and the sandwich there was, then suddenly she was sitting in a chair on a quiet boardwalk listening to the waves and seagulls. In her human hands she held half a Cuban, her favourite lunch, on her lap balanced a paper tray with the other half. Down at her side was a dog, her dog, looking up hopefully. She plucked a piece of pork between her fingers and let her friend lick it from her hand with a giggle, then took a delicate bite herself-
“Okay, go!”
Face stuffed into the bowl, she scarfed the sandwich like she hadn’t eaten for days. The careful arrangement of ingredients was wasted on her, the sandwich was reduced to mess of ingredients in only a few clumsy bites. “Good girl”, Masters praise had her wagging her tail again as she swallowed un-chewed mouthfuls of pork. Torn rags of bread flicked out of the bowl onto the filthy bare concrete floor where they were quickly lapped up, every morsel of food feverishly inhaled, every fallen crumb sniffed for and swallowed, every drop of mustard and grease licked clean from the bowl, then her face, then the floor. She even flipped the bowl with a paw to lick the underside, “Aww, all gone, was that yummy for you Puppy?” Master asked with a tone of endearment.
“It’s my favourite!” She chirped excitedly, Master’s eyebrows raised, her paws covered her mouth in shock and the world slipped away again.
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“Careful, She’ll bite you” that cold warning delivered to the approaching stranger was usually all it took to send them away, not this time. Somehow he turned that warning into a conversation, then an invitation; he could teach her some tricks, some obedience. Skeptical but intrigued, she was confident her faithful pooch would make a fool of this cocky stranger if given the chance. “She won’t do what you say, she’s got a will of her own”
“Of course she does, the trick is to show them that deep down they want to obey me” His face carried a confident smile as he preached, he spoke to her, not the dog “It’s hard being in control of yourself all the time, after all. Pups get tired from all that thinking, they crave a life where someone else thinks for them, someone superior, that’s where they’re most happy, just doing as they’re told and receiving praise for it”
She scoffed, “You think you’re superior to my dog? Okay, this should be funny”. Less than an hour later she stood in his yard, surprised, impressed, watching her pooch looking attentively up at the man as he gave commands.
“It’s really just as simple as being assertive and confident, you know? That’s all it takes for them to trust you know what’s best”
“Is that so…” She felt conflicted, on the one hand she hated this cocky guy’s guts. On the other, that same confidence was somewhat exciting. He had the vibe of a man who was always in control and always had things go their way. Like he already owned the world but chose to let others run it simple because he wasn’t interested at the moment. She hated how captivated she was, unable to take her scowling eyes off of him.
“It is, I’ll teach you. Come”
COME!? He’d just casually commanded her with the very same tone he used on her dog, the absolute AUDACITY! She tried to give him a little credit, he was probably just in dog training mode and made a slip speaking to her that way, an accident. She wasn’t obeying his command by walking over to him, not at all, she wanted to walk over and his command was irrelevant. She tried not to think about the little jolt she felt as she approached him. “Good-“ That little word of praise sent another jolt which she tried even harder not to think about, instead giving him her full attention as he explained some of the finer points of training. Occasionally he asked her questions, “Are you listening?”, “do you understand?”, and each time she nodded in confirmation he followed with a little word of encouragement which pulled her attention towards him more. “So did you get all of that?” He finished
“Yes, thank-you”
“Good girl” She felt a shiver run up her spine, she’d not been called a good girl since she was little. She couldn’t find the will to call him out for speaking down to her like that, “now, I’m going to go get us some drinks. You, stay” He gave the command with a wink and left.
She stayed until he came back.
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“Sit”
She preferred to squat rather than sit, Master found this acceptable; it prevented her tail from getting dislodged and she looked very adorable with her pawed hands between her perched feet. “Good girl” His praise was punctuated with a click from the training device in his hand, that sound instantly sent waves of pleasure through her body. “Speak”
“Woof! Woof!” A chirpy little bark, soft and cute.
“Good girl” Another click, another wave of ecsticy “Puppies don’t say words, do they?” She didn’t reply, just looked up at him with her mouth slightly open. A tiny part of her felt irritation at the patronising, babyish tone of his voice, the rest of her loved it. “Noo, that’s right, they don’t” His hand came down upon her head to softly and affectionately pet her “You’re such a good and special girl, so good at listening and not talking or thinking, yes!”
“Woof! Woof!” Happy, her paws up now in a beg, eyes closed, heart fluttering and mind empty.
“Yes! Yes you are! No words, you don’t want words, you want to be a good puppy, yes!” Another click from the device in Masters hand sent her off balance, overwhelmingly pleasurable like a sudden orgasm, it sent her vision flashing white and she was somewhere else again.
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Her entire body was clenching, she gasped tight morsels of air through gritted teeth in a desperate attempt to breathe without relaxing her chest. “Hold it…” He commanded again, keeping her focused on holding back her orgasm. Willingly she kneeled on the bed, bullet vibes taped to her nipples and clit, His hands and lips teasing and exploring the rest of her body at his whims. She wasn’t to cum until he said she could, she couldn’t cum. A strange situation, no matter how badly she wanted to let it go, she couldn’t let herself until he said it was okay. She had no idea how long she’d been on the cusp of orgasm, the passage of time became confusing when she was in that state, but she was crying and blubbering by the time he told her to get ready. “Okay, here we go, ready… steady… cum”
The relief, the pleasure, like a white hot sword stabbing though her entire being, a dam breaking and realising a flood, the sun going super-nova, all the while the sound of the training clicker held to her ear. Click. Click. Click. That sounds was the only sensation present in her mind aside from her orgasm.
He’d been training her like this for some time now. At first the effect was minimal, the sound of the clicker felt like a soft tickle if she kidded herself it had any effect on her at all. Now the clicker was enough to get her pussy instantly wet and her legs wriggling against each other. “Good girl, good girl” He purred in the afterglow, His words felt like a passionate kiss on her very soul. “You’re doing such a good job, soon you’ll be able to cum on command, won’t that be wonderful?”
Through exhausted gasps she managed a weak “y-yeah” and he quickly hushed her.
“No more words now, you want to say ‘woof’, not words”
She barely hesitated at all, “w-woof”, her reward was an orgasmic click.
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TO BE CONTIENUES XOXO PLEASE SOMEONE CLICKER TRAIN ME I DON'T WANT TO THINK ANYMORE