Just keep smiling... It's just a job... She's not yelling at you per se, though it feels like it. Customer service is fitting for you. You've always been a people pleaser. It makes you glow and puts butterflies in your tummy when you can make them smile. You've never really minded making the bosses coffee. It's always been an unspoken deal. He drinks it... You make it. Things go smoothly that way. Then "He" walked in. You couldn't even maintain eye contact. His deep resonating voice and direct gaze could only make you stutter and look back at your computer screen as your mind crazily raced to find a pleasing answer. His displeasure causes unexplicable fear in your belly and you nervously step back and tell him "one moment" before you nearly run to get your boss to take over.

You keep peeking up from your desk to the counter and watch as his composure never cracks. The two men's barely leashed animosity comes out as tight lipped complements while they negotiate an amicable outcome to the problem at hand. You wonder if it would just be easier to work in a bakery or a flower shop as the tension escalates and realize sullenly that there will be unhappy customers no matter where you are employed.

The door closes... the soft tinkling of bells above signals his swift departure. The mumblings from your boss leaves you restless as you glance at the clock and sigh in relief. Lunch time! A brief escape from reality. Grabbing your purse you flee, heading for the park across the street. You stare back at the beautiful old municipal building while tearing open your little container of strawberry-banana yogurt and quietly begin to eat it. You slip the glasses from the end of your nose settling them on top of your head, nestled in the mousy gold nondescript hair you often wish was different. Maybe an exciting sunkissed blonde or a deep sexy red... Or perhaps a dark raven black that would set off your creamy complexion. Oh well you think to yourself. Average is okay. You sigh and pull the glasses back down perching them on your nose as you flip open your cheesy romance novel. Swarthy pirates... Something about their devil may care attitudes and winner take all dispositions have always attracted you.

Lost in your reading you don't notice... He clears his throat a second time which irritates him. He doesn't like to wait nor should he have to. Your golden brown eyes dialate as you look up squinting until they readjust. You gasp sucking in air and straighten as if caught doing something naughty. Your eyes slide over his glossy dark hair and chisled jaw making you blush furiously and look at his shoes. Wing Tips? He certainly knows how to dress you think and utter "nice shoes" making you blush even more and think to yourself "I'm an idiot" Why do you always blurt out the first thing in your head, you wonder as he impatiently clears his throat again and cooly looks out across the acreage. You notice his dog. Tall and glossy black as if he were picked out to match his owner. His regal bearing as condescending as the man before you. He pants bored with events around him. "May I help you?" you reply shaking your head negatively side to side wondering what on earth you could do for this man.

"You seem like a good girl", he says which leaves your mouth hanging open. You haven't been called a good girl since you were?.... well... a little girl! You tilt your head to the side and wait for the rest thinking to yourself at 30 you certainly are no longer a girl. He hands you a card as he continues.... "yes you will due very nicely. Be there," he says, by 8 P.m." You start to speak but he turns and strides away with the natural assumption that things will be as he wishes. A man used to getting his way in all things. You watch his retreat. His large black lab lunging powerfully at the leash wanting to run. Looking back at the card you feign irritation and tuck it in your wallet before rising to return to work. Your mind throughout the rest of your day wanders back to him and his beautiful dog. You wonder what he meant... You will due nicely... do what nicely??? Maybe it's a job you think and sit up a little straighter.... Perhaps he liked the way you dealt with him at the counter. You smile over at the girl in the next chair a little prouder. Maybe you will have your own office you think as you look at the bleak grey cubicle walls that surround you. Yes, you'll due nicely you think and plan what to wear this evening...

A very good story and looks like the start of something special. Will give you a 10 on pure speculation of the emergence of a great story. HA

Am so glad to be the first to be able to vote for you, and welcome to the site.

Pet :D

~Thank you for the sweet welcome. I hope my fantasy is enjoyable. *smiles*~


Business or pleasure I think, switching hands to hold out two very different dresses. Biting my lip I decide pleasure and smile recalling his finely chisled jaw. Reaching down I fidget with the collar, hoping that it is not too risque' for a business meeting. I ring the doorbell again and shift my weight from foot to foot excitedly gasping as it flies open and his handsome face appears with a grimace.

Patience is a virtue he growls at me and I apologize immediately. I... I'm sorry, I stammer. I was so excited to find out what it is you have in store for me. "Understandable," he murmurs and stands back to let me pass. "Don't let it happen again," he states and closes the door with a decisive thud making me jump again in edgy response.

He points towards the kitchen and says there's coffee and I smile thinking he will ask if I want some but he says "get me some then we'll talk." I look at him slightly surprised and then turn to do it and wonder if it's going to be part of the job. Setting my clutch down I grab a mug and fill it, bringing it to him in what looked to be his studio. I wondered what he does, approaching him with his coffee and handing it to him. "Tollorable," he says but not very quick. Gasping softly, I look at him and stammer out another apology. "well," he says you're here for Duke anyway and you'll learn quick enough." Duke? I look around for another gentlemen and assume that he has not yet shown up.

"Hand me your panties," he says. My eyes fly open wide and I stand there with mouth agape. "I'm not that kind of girl," I say and take a step back from him. "No," he says you're the kind of girl who keeps her head down and waits for something to happen to her. The kind of girl who reads about the kind of exciting lives of women who are taken or overwhelmed by strong men. The kind of girl who likes... needs to be told what to do. So, I'm telling you... hand me your panties, he says with a smug look that says I read you right don't argue.

I think about my current job and my ugly cubicle and his words.... my heart races... I think about the young blonde maiden in my book who is swept away to sea with her strong pirate and my fingers slide up beneath my silky black dress, hooking into my panties, dragging them down over my thighs. I step out of them, my cheeks turning pink when I hand them over. He clamps down on my wrist rather than the panties and pulls me forward. Using the satin thong, he ties my wrists together and begins speaking in short clipped statements. "From now on, you will kneel in the presence of myself or Duke. He is now your Master and you will behave appropriately. You will have other duties, but for now you will concentrate on being a proper bitch." I gasp hearing his words and look at the door wanting to run. "Don't bother, he says. If you run, you will find it very painful." With that he locks a collar around my throat. I reach up and touch it with my bound hands and tug. "Kneel," he says and I do so immediately a glazed look of shock on my face as I wait to meet the man to whom I will be a "proper bitch."

"You bitch, will refer to us as Master when given permission to speak. You will meet your Master's in this position," he says as he pulls my wrists forward and places them on the floor before me in what can only be described as the obeisant type pose of a slave . Raising my dress up in the back, he exposes my hind quarters and steps back to check over his work. I can feel my cheeks burning with shame, knowing he can see the wetness all this has caused.

"Duke!" he calls out, "come meet your bitch." I listen for the door to open but can only hear the soft click of claws on the polished floor. Peeking up, I look directly into the face of the sleek black lab from this afternoon. He licks my fingers and sniffs the panties that bind my wrists. "Duke, he says this is your new bitch." I try to rise in my panic only to feel his shoe come down in the middle of my back pressing me to the cold floor beneath. I whimper softly wondering what have I gotten myself into?

Great start keep it going

i like i like. it is an awesome story keep it up. i love those cheesy romance novels too, and domination is totally my thing :D

I'm intrigued.

~grins* who doesn't like cheezy romance novels? lol*~


"Please, I beg you.... don't do this!" Do what?, he says. "Force you to be what you can't admit?" "Please, I choke out on a sob.... Please I'll do whatever you want, just not this!" "I want nothing from you for now... You belong to Duke... beg his mercy if you want it." I shudder as he laughs at his own joke.

Dukes cold wet nose, slides over my skin making me tremble. He whimpers and sits down as if he knows there is something wrong with me. "You are not being very inviting. I think Duke is disappointed. I very much dislike when Duke is not happy." The tone of his voice makes me shudder and I look up as I feel his foot leave the small of my back. I watch the shiny wing tip shoes cross the floor and glance up as he slides open a drawer and closes it with a decisive thud. "do you see this gadget?" Slowly I nod, tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. "It's used to train barking dogs. I'm sure you can imagine what it does?"

With a shudder of fear, I reach out and nuzzle Duke with the side of my head and then lower my forehead to the floor, raising my flanks invitingly....

very tastefully woven story, to be teased from you by begging, so consider yourself begged :inlove:

~You beg pretty nicely yourself ^_^ ~



Duke moves around behind me and sniffs, giving me a tentative lick to which I gasp and lunge forward trying to close my legs unsucessfully. Inching forward he licks my tightened butt cheeks and I look up at my Dark haired Master pleading with my eyes and soft whimpers of despair. He dangles the remote on his fingers looking at me. Chewing my lip I wonder just how badly it would hurt if he did press the button. I swallow feeling the collar tighten momentarily and decide it's not worth finding out. Just do what he wants and you can figure out what to do about it once you are safe at home, I think to myself.

Leaning my head down on bound wrists, I draw my thighs apart opening to Duke's curious nose. His tongue is cold but soon warms as he laps at me. Moaning softly, I arch my back responding unintentionally. His tongue delves deep inside, drawing as much flavor from me as he can. Moving higher, he finds my tight little puckered anus forcing his tongue deeper and deeper.... I look back up beseechingly at Duke's Master and find no conciliation in his dark gaze.

Fighting against the sensations, I tense wanting to separate myself from this scene but find that I cannot. Each lick and thrust of his long warm tongue makes me whimper and eventually press back meeting him half way. My cheeks burn with shame, while my hips rock and hump against his dogged ministrations. "Lift your hips," he says and I do so without thought. Duke takes his cue' and mounts, clutching his bitch with his claws as he humps forward looking for his target. Holding my breath, I can't believe I'm about to be taken by a dog as he stabs and stabs forward searching. I wonder that his Master is not helping him but only stands there and watches as I am crudely taken on his hardwood floor, bound like a gift for his dog.

Wiggling forward on my elbows I try to free myself whimpering and escape his jabbing penis and the spray of clear liquid that now drips and runs down my inner thighs. The shock to my throat distracts me and I grab for the inhumane collar as if I could free it from me. Duke hits his mark and plunges deep inside my womb. I gasp for air as his claws dig into my thighs and we move across the floor in what could only be an odd looking spectacle. To make matters worse, his Master leans down to pet my head and tells me what a good bitch I am. Oddly this makes me moan and become wetter as if my body recognizes that I am deeply submissive even if my mouth cannot utter the words. "You may kiss my shoes and thank me bitch," he says and I lower my head and kiss the handsome wing tips I had admired earlier that day. Licking and kissing them in submissive abandon, I am unsure about the true state of my feelings but realize too it matters little to either one of them.... I am just there for their pleasure....

Very nice!

Thank you :)

Mirage...Well, what a pleasant surprise...an unexpected Jewell for sure...well written, direst with out being crude...I am not alone my pet when I...just like her...can not wait for...more!..The"ten" vote is very much deserved....ZG

Wow You really have an intriguing and exciting story going here. It really is a turn on and cann't wait until she experiences the full force of the dog in her for the first time. A good job. You get a ten from me

wow nice story....would love to hear more of it....thanks for sharin! i'd give you a 10 if i could. lookin forward to the next installment.

Very, very nice story. Keep up the great work