The phone rang several times before Molly picked it up and saw who was calling. It was Artie, good ol’ Artie. Loyal, cute, needy. She had three missed calls from him.

With a mix of pride and frustration, she decided to answer him.

He spoke fast and she could hear a bit of concern in his voice.“Hey, Molly? is Allie at your place?” He was desperate. Molly grinned to herself and listened,  “I’ve been texting and calling her for a while and she doesn’t seem to be answering. Just wanted to know how she arrived safely.”

Molly’s lips made a satisfied smirk and delighted at the sight of Allie in front of her, kneeling, holding the end of a leash between her teeth. The young brunette girl was naked except for her collar and the cute little tail that Molly had plugged into her ass.

“Artie! Oh, it’s so good to hear from you. I am so sorry about that,” Her fingers reached and touched a lock from Allie’s wavy hair before caressing her cheeks. “We were just catching up, having a bit of fun. I had her tied up a bit, you know how it is between us, as soon as she got off the plane we were back to our old ways.”

Allie let go of the leash in her mouth and pushed a small tennis ball with her nose to Molly’s feet.

“Can you put her on the phone?” Artie sounded exhausted, that’s what happens when you are on the other side of the continent with three hours of difference. But he sighed, a bit relieved.

Molly grabbed the ball from the floor and threw it away, Allie crawled away following the ball. The leash rattled behind her.

“Ouch, Artie, have such bad timing. She can’t answer right now.” Allie found the ball and tried to grab it with her mouth, gnawing at it.

Molly giggled at the sight, the ball was too big for her, and made a mess drooling on it, over herself, and on the floor, “She has her mouth full. She says hi.”

Allie managed to grab the tennis ball with her teeth and brought it to Molly, letting it fall on the couch. She panted with her tongue out. Fuck she looks so cute, Molly thought as she stared at her old pet kneeling on the floor.

“Artie, I would love to keep chatting, but I gotta go. Rest assured, she is in good hands. She sends her love.”

From the speaker, she could hear Artie trying to articulate something before she hung up on him.

Molly knelt on the floor, next to Allie, running a hand over the body of her friend and former lover.

She couldn’t believe her triggers still worked after all those years apart. After Artie.

Still, with the phone in hand, Molly opened the camera.

“Sit,” She said pointing a finger at Allie.

Allie lifted her arms from the floor, her paws, and brought them in front of her breasts, her legs were spread open and you could see the untamed bush between her legs.

Molly would have to fix that, but for now, she wanted to immortalize this moment, she aimed and snapped a picture of Allie drooling over herself.

“Roll,” Molly ordered, and Allie laid on her back.

Molly kept shooting picture after picture.

All her commands worked perfectly.

It was amazing, surprising, and to be honest, something she hoped would happen when she picked her up at the airport.

At the time she was so nervous, trying to make small talk. They hadn’t seen each other since Allie moved to the east coast with Artie. It wasn’t easy, picking up your ex. But Molly would jump through hoops if Allie asked her to.

Just like Allie would do now, naked, if Molly would order her to do so right now.

But the moment they arrived at her place, Allie took off her coat and scarf.

Molly’s eyes shinned and her mouth hit the floor.

“Allie,” Molly felt a knot in her throat as she talked, “Allie, what-why are you wearing that?” she said pointing to her neck.

Allie’s hand went to her neck and nonchalantly answered like it was an obvious answer.

Just like in the old days when Molly had placed the idea inside her mind.

“Because you told me to. Remember?” Allie touched her collar but spoke without emotion, “Whenever I met you alone, I have to wear this.” Allie resumed her unpacking, throwing her winter clothes away on the couch.

“Right-“ Molly said trying to keep her composure. The words were hers, it was how she programmed her, how she trained her. Allie wasn’t aware of it herself, it was all in her subconscious, but the code was very clear. She would wear the collar if she wanted to play.

Molly stared at her friend, she was wearing a form-fitting gray sweater. It really accentuated her curves, the shape of her perfect round breasts.

Gulping down there was just one way to find out if it was what she really wanted.

Just two words.

With some hesitation as her hand trembled, she touched Allie’s cheek and stared into her eyes.

“Yes?” Allie said, her brown eyes shinned.

Fuck. Now or never.

“Molly’s Pet,” she said and watched how Allie’s eyes dimmed down while her intelligence melted away.

Alice stood in place, everything but her legs went limp, letting go of her phone, letting it fall to the floor.

Her eyes fluttered for a second before she opened them again.

A silly smile appeared on Allie’s lips, a second later she recognized her mistress and jumped on Molly, licking her face like a playful labrador.

“I missed you too, silly girl,” Molly said almost crying with joy, caressing her head and hair.

After their affectionate reunion, Molly grabbed the hem of Allie’s sweater and pulled it up.

“Let's get you out of this thing, I bet you are incredibly uncomfortable with it.” Molly helped Allie undress, which was a bit hard since she kept moving and wanting to play.

Allie didn’t wear a bra, Molly ran a hand over her breasts before she pulled down Allie’s pants and panties.

Wearing nothing but her collar, Allie crawled making excited circles on the floor. But slowly she became sad and began to yelp at Molly’s leg.

That’s when it hit her.

“Of course, we are missing something, right?”

Allie barked in agreement.

“Come with me girl.”

Molly went to the bedroom and into the closet, finding an old box all the way in the back, where she placed all of Allie’s toys.

She dusted the tail and showed it to Allie. “Is this what you are looking for?”

Allie barked with excitement.

Molly motioned her to follow her and lay down on the floor,

“Raise your ass girl.” Molly kneeled and tapped Allie’s lower back.

Allie laid on the floor, raising her ass. Molly’s hand caressed her body, savoring every inch of her. After all these years, she still remembered her whole body, down to the beauty mark that Allie had on the left cheek of her butt.

“Relax, I’m going to spread you.” she giggled to herself, “Try not to enjoy this too much.”

Molly’s hand reached Allie’s anus, her middle and angular finger touched the rim. A strand of cold lube helped them slide in. Leaving the bottle aside, her other hand caressed the swollen labia, already wet and glistening. Her juices hanging by a thread.

“How much have you missed this?” Molly said out loud, not expecting an answer. “Doesn’t Artie take care of you? Is he too boring? Too vanilla?”

Molly licked her fingers, coated in Allie’s flavor. She grabbed the metallic plug, placing it at the entrance of her lubed ass. It slid in with ease, making Allie moan and shake with her whole body.

“Did you like that, girl?” Molly asked patting her ass cheeks.

Allie yelped with delight.

“Let's go out for a walk.” Molly pulled out an old red leather leash.

Allie stared at it, turning red, a part of her still felt shame. That was cute. Molly thought.

Nonetheless, she snapped the leash and pulled on it.

“Let’s go,” She said opening the door.

Allie followed by her side.

The two of them walked to the hallway. It was cold and dark outside, but bearable.

Molly felt the excitement of watching Allie crawl on the same path they had followed years ago. Her nipples were hard due to the cold breeze and the excitement. She dripped with each movement.

Fuck. Molly thought as she saw a car approach, but they didn’t seem to pay them mind.

They walked around the building before Molly could handle the excitement anymore.

“Let’s go back.” She said and pulled on the leash to lead the way back to the apartment.

Once inside, Molly gave Allie a hot shower, rinsed her hair, and thoroughly enjoyed her whole body before she made her sit by the corner of the bathroom with a water bowl and her leash tied to the towel stand while Molly showered herself.

By the time she got out, Allie had found the brush they used to play with. Or at least one just like that and was pushing it inside her pussy, panting.

Molly took it out without asking, to Allie’s displeasure.

“Bad Girl.” She said giving Allie a spank with the back of the same brush.

“You had to wait. until I was done”

Allie yelped and got into a begging position.

“I can’t stay mad at you.” Molly untied the leash and led her back to the living room where she sat down only to find Artie calling.

After they were done with the call, Molly took out her panties.

She had been waiting all day, all these years, for her puppy to come back. And yet. She still had to ask.

“Allie?” The puppy girl lifted her eyes from the ball she was playing with and saw Molly spreading her legs.

“Allie, do you want to play with me?” Molly asked, she was red, felt a bit of shame, a bit of fear of her rejecting her, and lots of excitement. Her heart was beating fast.

Allie left the ball to the side and barking she rushed on all fours to lap at her mistress’s pussy.

“You are such a good girl, Allie,” Molly said patting Allie’s head as she licked her labia, she moaned “such a good girl.” Molly pulled Allie’s head closer by her hair.