Chapter 3: Becoming a slutpuppy
As we drove through the night, along the freeway, I watched Kathy out of the
corner of my eye. She sat in the passenger seat, obviously trying to remain
impassive. But I could tell she was excited by the treatment she had just been
subjected to. The way she nervously licked her lips, the way she shifted in her
seat, the way she sometimes hung her head down and looked sideways at me, a
nervous smile flickering across her features - all these signs told me she was
wet and eager for more humiliation. And who was I to disappoint her.
I pulled off the freeway and turned the car onto the side streets that led to my
home. Kathy said nothing and only seemed to be getting more excited by the
thought of what might be happening to her when we arrived at my house.
When we arrived home, I pulled the car up the driveway and parked in front of
the garage. Turning to Kathy, I ordered her to get out of the car. I got out
of the car and walked round to her side of the car. "On your hands and knees,
slut," I commanded her and like a good little slut, she obeyed, dropping onto
all fours. How foolish she looked, crouching like an obedient puppy at my feet.
Motioning to her, I instructed Kathy to crawl behind me up the path to the front
door of the house. Meekly she obeyed. When I got to the front door, I unlocked
it and stepped inside. Then, turning to Kathy, I ordered her to kneel on the
doormat, face to the front door, hands on her head until I gave her permission
to enter. I smiled as my little slut obeyed.
I allowed myself to take a good look at Kathy as she knelt there, her head bowed
in shame, eyes to the floor. How easy it had been to reduce her to this. She
looked so cute, kneeling there in her little black dress, her damp hair tousled
and falling across her face. I smiled again and slammed the door in her face.
Leisurely, I wandered through the house, slipped my shoes off, and went upstairs
to freshen up. I took my time. There was no hurry. My slut was going nowhere.
It took me about fifteen minutes to get ready. Slowly, I strolled down the
stairs to the front door, and slowly I opened it.
Kathy was still there, kneeling on the front porch, facing me. She looked up at
me with big round pleading eyes. The night was cold and her dress was still not
dry. "Would you like to come in, slut?" I asked her.
"Yes please, master, " she replied, her teeth chattering. "Beg me," I commanded
her. "Please, master," she wailed, "Please let me come inside. I am so cold.
Please let me come in."
I smiled. "Of course you may come in, you little slut," I told her, "But you
must crawl in on all fours and crawl to the centre of the room." It was such a
turn on to see Kathy crawl on her hands and knees across the room, her cute ass
waggling as she did so.
I ordered her to stand up and turn to face me, hands on her head. Kathy did as
she was told and stood before me, breathing heavily, her bosom heaving with each
breath. Settling myself down on the couch, I looked her over, admiring her firm
lithe body and thinking of all the things that I was going to do with her. For
five minutes, I said nothing and simply enjoyed the spectacle of this pretty
girl standing before me, willing to do anything I demanded of her.
"Now then slut," I said eventually, "I think you are wearing too many clothes.
Do you agree?"
"Yes master," Kathy stammered obediently.
"Good," I smiled, "Now beg your master to be allowed to remove your blouse and
dress." It seemed far more humiliating to me to make Kathy plead me to be
undressed than simply to order her to do it herself. With pleasure, I noted
that I was correct in this assumption, noting with approval the red blush
deepening on her slutty face.
"Please sir," mumbled Kathy, "Please may this slut take off her blouse and
dress."
"I said BEG, slut, " I snapped, "Not ask. You need to beg me if you want
permission."
Kathy's eyes flicked downward in shame briefly and then she began to plead to be
allowed to remove her clothes: "Please sir, please allow this worthless slut to
take off her clothes. Pleeeeease, sir, I beg you." Laughing. I nodded my
consent, "And while you're at it, take off those stockings and heels."
Blushing, Kathy slipped out of her outer clothes and tossed them to one side.
"Hands on head," I snapped. She obeyed.
Kathy now stood before me in the middle of my lounge, dressed only in her bra
and panties, her hands on her head. I looked at her silently for a moment,
feasting my eyes on her beautiful lithe body. Her stance accentuated her round
breasts and tanned flat belly. I noted with interest that her nipples were
erect, a sure sign of arousal at her treatment so far. I ordered her to move
her legs further apart and she obeyed, the new stance causing her breasts to
thrust out even further.
I got up and slowly walked towards her, standing directly in front of her. I
was so close that she could feel my hot breath on her face. Gently, I stroked
her right cheek with my finger. Slowly, I walked around her, allowing one hand
to trail around her waist, stroking her cool skin. I felt her shiver and moan
quietly. Standing behind her, I ran my hands over her buttocks, feeling them,
kneading them. Then, running my hands around her waist and up her torso, I
cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling the hard nipples stiffen with the
attention. My cock was hard and I pressed it against her buttocks.
I walked back and sat in front of Kathy who still stood there hands on head,
breathing heavily. "OK, " I said, "Get that bra off. Let's see those titties."
Kathy obeyed and silently slipped off her bra, dropping it on the floor,
revealing her magnificent 36C breasts. Her nipples were erect. I ordered her
to squeeze them together. She did so and I gazed hungrily at the sight,
imagining my cock slipping between them.
I then commanded her to flick each nipple with her tongue. She squeezed her
breasts upwards and hungrily flicked at her erect nipples with the tip of her
tongue. I noticed her eyes close with pleasure. Kathy was then ordered to
pinch her own nipples which she did with enthusiasm, moaning slightly as she did
so. What a whore!
"Turn round, whore," I ordered, "and bend over. Grab your ankles." Kathy did
as she was told, bending over, exposing her tight ass to me, the fabric of the
panties stretching over her perfect buttocks. "Nice ass, slave," I complimented
Kathy as I walked slowly round her, stroking her butt cheeks with my hand,
giving her a light slap on each cheek. "Thank you, master," she responded.
Running my hand down her back and through her hair, I felt my slut tremble with
arousal at my touch. How gorgeous her breasts looked, dangling down. Standing
at her side, leaning on her back, I slowly pulled the thin fabric of her panties
down from over her bottom, revealing Kathy's perfect round buttocks. I gave
each buttock a quick sharp spank with my hand, causing my slut to yelp with
surprise with each blow. Slowly I lowered the panties down until they were
halfway down her thighs, just above her knees.
Patting her on the bottom again, I returned to the couch and sat down. "Stand
up and face me, whore, hands on head," I ordered and Kathy did as she was
ordered. How compliant she looked standing there before me, her full round
breasts on display with her panties halfway down her legs. I ran my eyes up and
down her slim lightly tanned body, imagining all the things I could do to it:
how her breasts would look with rope wrapped round them; how her face would
look, covered in cum; how she would look with her skin criss-crossed with the
mark of a whip.
And I gazed at her pussy, now exposed to me for the first time. I could clearly
see the red lips inflamed with arousal. So, I thought, this slut gets turned on
by this treatment; well, in time, we'll see how far she can really go.
"Get those panties off and then on your knees, slut," I snapped. Kathy obeyed,
stepping out of her panties and sank to her knees, replacing her hands on her
head. She looked so cute and submissive, kneeling before me, stark naked.
"You really are a slutpuppy, aren't you," I smiled, "Time to act like a doggie.
Beg like the slutty little puppy you are."
How silly Kathy looked as she raised her arms in front of her, her hands
dangling down like paws. Sticking her tongue out, the slut began to pant like a
dog begging for food. How humiliated she must have been.
"Beg for my cum, slut," I ordered her, "Beg like the dirty puppy you are."
"Please sir," Kathy panted, "Please can this slut have your cum. Please feed me
your cum, sir. I need it soooooo bad." What a slut she was!
"Quit whining, pup. You'll get your cum eventually, don't you worry. But first
you have to earn it," I said, bending over to pick up her discarded panties and
stuffing them in her mouth. Her eyes pleaded for mercy as I forced the panties
into her mouth, leaving part of them dangling out, drool running down her chin.
Smiling, I patted her on the head and I could see the humiliation in the
expression on her face.
"On all fours, " I ordered her. Kathy fell onto all fours, her breasts hanging
tantalisingly, nipples erect and her round ass cheeks presented to perfection.
"Good doggie, " I told her. Holding out my hand, I ordered her to drop the
panties into my palm. Kathy obeyed, looking up at me with her eyes beseeching
me for mercy.
Rolling the panties up into a ball, I threw them across the room. "Fetch," I
ordered. Obediently, my slutpuppy crawled across the room to get them. I
watched as her ass rolled with each movement. When she reached the panties,
Kathy lowered her face to the floor, picked them up with her teeth and then
crawled back to me. I then allowed her to remain kneeling on all fours before
me, the panties in her mouth, for a few seconds before I held out my hand to
accept them once more.
Three more times, I did this, each time watching as Kathy crawled at my feet and
delivered the panties to me in her mouth. I then made Kathy bark a few times
like a dog just to impress on her what she was to me. How degraded she must
have felt, yapping like a dog naked at my feet.
"I think I'm making things much to easy for you, slut," I said, "Let's see if
you really re an obedient slutpuppy." Saying this, I balled the panties up in
my hand and walked to the front door and opened it. A blast of cold air entered
the room. Then, as Kathy watched in horror, I threw the panties as far as I
could out of the door. I watched as they landed in the driveway and, blown by
the wind, slid onto the sidewalk in front of the house.
"Well, pup," I laughed, "What are you waiting for?" Kathy crawled naked on her
hands and knees across the room and to the front door. She hesitated slightly
and then resignedly crawled out of the door into the cold night. I watched as
she crawled down the path, her white ass shining in the streetlights. Down the
path she crawled onto the sidewalk and then lowered her face to the cold slabs
to pick up the panties. As she did so, a gust of wind carried the panties into
the gutter. Kathy crawled further into the street, lowering her face into the
gutter to recover the panties. Then I watched as she turned and crawled back up
the pavement to the safety of the front door. She was ordered to kneel on the
doormat and present me with the panties before she was allowed in out of the
cold, her poor naked body trembling from the fear of being caught and the cold.
My slut had done well, I had to admit. But another test was to come. "On your
belly, slut," I ordered, "And follow me." Kathy lowered herself onto her
stomach and wriggled behind me as I led her through the house to the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, she was ordered to her knees.
"Now then, slut," I said to Kathy, "Fetch this for me." And saying this, I
dropped the panties into the toilet bowl. The expression on Kathy's face was
priceless. Nevertheless, she knew what a good slut must do. On all fours, she
crawled over to the toilet, raised herself up and lowered her head into the
bowl. I could hear her coughing as she lowered her head into the water, fishing
around for the panties floating in the bowl.
After ten or twenty seconds, I could tell she had found them and began to raise
her head out of the bowl. Seeing this, I placed my hand on the back of her head
forcing her face back into the water. Pulling on the chain, I laughed as the
toilet flushed over her, soaking her head. Once the water had stopped
running, I lifted her head out of the bowl by her hair and she emerged coughing
and spluttering, but with the panties gripped tightly in her teeth.
Throwing her to the floor, I looked down on my slut. How humiliated and
degraded she looked, stark naked, her hair soaked with water, panties in her
mouth. Nevertheless, I was proud of her and it was time for my slutpuppy to
receive her reward. Still, I did not want her to think she was worthy enough to
give me a blowjob just yet, and certainly not to be fucked: those privileges had
to be earned.
I ordered Kathy to crawl back into the main room and to lie on her back face up,
legs apart. She did as she was told. I knelt by her head so I was looking
straight down her body, admiring the swell of her breasts and the firmness of
her belly.
"Play with yourself, slut," I ordered her, "Make yourself cum for me." Kathy
lowered one hand to her pussy and began to stroke her slit with one finger,
rubbing her palm on her mound. With the other hand, she rubbed and tweaked each
breast in turn, moaning and closing her eyes. What a slut! I unzipped myself
and began to stroke my cock as I watched. Kathy's fingers were now inside her
and she was furiously frigging herself, moaning. She was very close to cumming.
"Open your eyes, slut," I ordered, "And make sure you ask permission before you
cum." My slut did as she was told, looking up at my erect cock pointing
directly at her pretty face.
"Please master," she whined, "Please may I cum." Not yet, slut," I told her,
rubbing my cock harder now, "Not yet." "Pleeeeeease, sir," Kathy moaned,
"Please, your slut needs to cum soooooo bad." I smiled at her, " Not yet, slut.
And keep rubbing."
Kathy writhed and wriggled on the floor beneath me as she fought to prevent
herself from cumming. I could see how close she was: her nipples were hard, her
skin flushed and she was biting her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming
out loud.
I could feel myself approaching orgasm and so decided to show mercy. "You may
cum, slut," I told her. "Thank you, master, " she moaned, "Thank you." And
then she came, her body wriggling in ecstasy. Simultaneously I too came, my cum
pumping out over her slutty face, once so innocent, now a cumdump for her
master. My cum poured over her nose and mouth, running into her hair, shooting
down her chin and over her breasts. Pools of cum trickled over her features.
Kathy's face was simply a mask of cum.
I stood and zipped myself up, then walked around my slut, admiring my handiwork.
There she lay, stark naked before me, her pussy wet with her own juices, her
face covered in cum. Truly this was a thoroughly humiliated slut.
"On your knees, whore, hands on head," I commanded and Kathy obeyed, the cum
running down her face between her breasts and down her belly, where it began to
mat in her pubic hair. I then reached for the TV remote control and switched it
on, leaving my gorgeous little cumslut to kneel there, plastered in my cum,
awaiting my next command, wondering what further humiliations I may have in
store for her - once the football game had ended.
