True to her word, Samantha spent most of the morning playing with her puppy. She led her through the apartment, calling out, “Heel,” which compelled Vicky to scamper over and trot behind her. She got her to chase her around the living room, and threw the squeaky pig toy across the room so she could race over and attack it with her teeth. Eventually the hypno-domme tired of the game and went to do some work, bringing her laptop through to the living room and setting it up on the corner table, so she could plan lessons while still keeping her pet in sight.

For her part, Victoria alternated back and forth between being a mostly-conscious person trapped in a puppy body she could barely control - just about able to muster embarrassed and grumpy facial expressions, and put some clear human feeling into her animal noises - and an excitable, playful yet obedient canine, completely at the mercy of her instincts and her Master’s commands. The time Samantha spent playing with her was equal parts humiliating and exhilarating, but being left alone, mostly ignored, was almost as fun. Vicky’s needy whines and yaps masked the enjoyment she got from being trapped in this dehumanising condition and then effectively left to her own devices.

She longed to massage her throbbing cunt, but her paws weren’t articulate enough to do what she needed. She’d long since given up mentally correcting herself - they were paws now, not hands, to the extent that her fingers were practically glued together most of the time. The best she could do to relieve her lustfulness was grope between her legs with a flat palm, which was far from sufficient. The butt plug wasn’t helping her horniness, either - every movement caused it to shift, just slightly. It was wonderfully agonising. She was so happy her ass was so full - the only way it could be better were if her other holes were filled too...

When she wasn’t overwhelmed by arousal, she spent her ‘alone time’ playing with her chew toy, manically chasing her tail, or lying at her Master’s feet and gazing up at her with literal puppy-dog eyes, in a futile plea for mercy. The only ‘mercy’ she was shown was a foot in her face, resting toes against her forehead and the sole against her nose, and the obedient puppy-girl gladly accepted her role as her owner’s footrest until it was lifted away.

To be fair, Samantha had supplied her with food and drink - she’d filled the monogrammed dog bowl with cereal, with a splash of milk, and had also poured water into a clear plastic bowl, which she set down on the floor next to the food dish. Vicky felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she leaned down to eat, scooping up cereal with her lips one chunk at a time. She tried to sip the water like a person drinking from a glass, but instead found her tongue sticking out and lapping at the liquid, to her frustration.

After a couple of hours in ‘puppy space’, Victoria made a surprising discovery. Having held out as long as she could, she eventually had to visit their bathroom. The moment she crossed the threshold, she felt the puppy compulsions and restrictions vanish, allowing her to get to her feet, speak normally, and even remove the plug. Once she’d done what needed doing, she tried to exit the room, only to find herself stopping just before the doorway, her feet refusing to take another step. Sighing, she called out for Samantha, who soon appeared in their bedroom doorway, staring across at Victoria in the en suite.

“You found your safe space,” she chuckled.

“So as long as I’m in here, I can be a person again?” Victoria asked.

“Yep. As much as the mental image made me laugh, I didn’t think you’d enjoy trying to use the toilet as a dog. And I didn’t wanna have to clean up any mess! No, better to let you have a little break while you’re in here...”

“But I can’t leave again without your permission?”

Samantha smirked. “No, pet - you can’t leave again while you’re a person. You need to be a puppy again. Which you will be, but first you need your tail.”

Victoria groaned, eyeing the plug, which lay in the sink.

“Up to you,” Samantha said with a shrug, stepping further into the bedroom and closing the door. “You can stay in there as long as you like, have a little downtime. But if you wanna leave again - and have more fun - you need to put the plug back in.”

Victoria glared at her, but couldn’t hide her smile. Of course, they both knew she wasn’t going to stay in the bathroom just out of spite. She was enjoying herself too much.

Picking up the plug with her right hand, she placed her left hand flat on the wall to brace herself, spread her legs, and slowly inserted the thick object again. “Uh - oooh, fuck!” she cried. “Ah-haaa, ah, ahhh... I’m hap-happiest when I’m full,” she gasped, breathing deeply as she leaned against the cold porcelain wall. “Huhh, ooh, huh, happiest when I’m full, nngh...”

Samantha giggled. “You’ve certainly taken that mantra to heart!”

“Don’t even know when you gave it to me,” Victoria said wearily. “Feels like it’s always been there, but I know that’s not true...” Exhaling loudly, her eyes rolling with pleasure, she wiped some drool from the corner of her mouth and glanced at the threshold separating the two rooms. “So... when I step out of here, I’ll be a puppy again?”

“Uh huh. But you’ll be a person any time you come back in here. Or any time I ask for a tone check, obviously.”

“OK. I’m great, by the way,” she added. “Not that this is a tone check, but since I can speak English right now...” She grinned. “I’m having the best fucking time. And you’re an evil dick for doing this to me.”

Samantha burst out laughing. “I’m glad. And yes, yes I am.”

Victoria took a tentative step through the doorway - and immediately dropped onto all fours again. “Rrrohh,” she yelped with surprise, blushing and smiling.

Her Master gestured towards the door. “Now, off you go, girl. Go have some more fun - play with your chew toy maybe, or have some more food and water...”

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Rarff.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Samantha said innocently.

“Grarl,” the puppy-girl growled, nodding towards the door. It’s shut, you idiot. And I can’t open it like this...

“Oh, yes!” her girlfriend said in mock-realisation. “Well, you’re a smart girl - I’m sure you can get it open...” She perched on the end of their bed, watching her hypnotised partner with poorly-concealed amusement.

“Hawrl,” Victoria grumbled. She reached for the handle with a foreleg, but it was high enough over her head to overbalance her, causing her to fall onto her side with a thud. Hearing mocking laughter from behind her, she swatted at the handle with a paw, but it was too far out of reach. Getting back up, she tried to jump up and turn it with her nose or her mouth, but still couldn’t reach it. She used her paws to prop herself up against the door, but they slipped down before her mouth could get hold of the handle.

“Oh dear,” Samantha chuckled. “This ain’t going well, huh, pet?”

“Ruff, ruff,” Victoria said resentfully.

Finally taking pity on her, Samantha came over and turned the handle for her, but only opened the door a little bit, so Victoria still had to use her nose to nudge it fully open - again. As it swung open, Samantha kicked her in the butt to get her moving. “Hap!” she yelped, lurching forwards and frantically scrambling down the corridor to avoid further ‘motivation’.

***

Samantha periodically refilled Victoria’s bowls, topping up her water and giving her more varied food. ‘Lunch’ consisted of a bag of chips poured into the dog bowl, and a couple of loose slices of ham lying on top. Grumbling in dog-speak, Victoria nonetheless ate what she’d been given, flicking the ham into her mouth with her tongue and then lowering her face into the bowl to munch on the chips. She managed to get many intact morsels into her mouth, but some were crushed into powder by her teeth and lips, or else mashed by her chin and cheeks, leaving tiny fragments scattered around the bowl and fine potato dust coating her lower face. She wiped most of it away with the back of her paw.

Her arousal ebbed and surged throughout the next few hours, peaking the more she was played with and the more she thought about her predicament - the more powerless she felt, in other words - and declining when she grew tired. She lay down to get her energy back a few times, but the floor wasn’t comfortable enough for her to lie there for too long. Eventually, Samantha suggested she bring her pet bed into the living room.

Victoria tried to use her forelegs to move the pet bed, but she simply couldn’t co-ordinate them well enough to get hold of it, her limps flopping uselessly on the soft surface. Reluctantly, she seized its edge with her teeth and began to heave it across the bedroom, growling from the effort. Laughing, Samantha told her to stop and let it go as she reached the doorway. Vicky hadn’t even realised she’d followed and had been watching her. “Hilarious as this is, I’m not gonna make you drag this with your teeth all the way to the living room,” Samantha giggled, and proceeded to take the pet bed through herself, positioning it in front of the couch.

As Vicky lay down, she shot a grateful smile at her Master, who responded by kneeling next to her and giving her headpats. “Woorl,” Vicky sighed happily, rubbing her head against Samantha’s hand. She didn’t see the other hand reaching for her torso - but she sure felt the tummy tickles moments later, sending her into spasms and paroxysms. “A-raff-af!” she cried as Samantha attacked her belly with both hands, fingers skittering across toned flesh. Vicky rolled over and lay on her back, her eyes shut and her tongue hanging out, panting with sheer joy. Her forelegs waved uselessly above her chest, bent at the elbows. Her right hind leg was raised in mid-air, twitching and kicking uncontrollably in response to her ‘sweet spot’ being tickled.

“Who’s a good girl?” Samantha cooed, her merciless tickles turning into smooth tummy rubs. “Who’s a good girl?”

I’m a good girl, Vicky thought proudly, the corners of her open mouth turning up in delight. Warmth spread through her body at the feeling of her owner’s palms caressing her torso, and then groping her breasts. Her cunt pulsed needily as she felt thumbs flick her nipples. As her leg relaxed back to the floor, lowering her ass in turn, she felt the plug press against the pet bed, inching it just a little further inside her.

“Who’s my horny little bitch in heat?” her Master teased.

“Rowll,” she whined. I am. Fuck, I really am...

Finally her owner backed off, leaving Vicky lying on her bed, slowly getting her breath back. She lay on her side and gazed after Samantha mournfully, rubbing her thighs together. Why didn’t she touch my clit? she thought, anguished. God, I need her to rub me, to fuck me... I’m so hot... I need her inside me...

Vicky followed her Master around for a while, yapping and whining in the hope of communicating her desires. Samantha seemingly ignored her for a while, though she was sure she caught a glimpse of a smirk on her face - the hypno-domme was fully aware that lack of attention only drove her pet girl wilder.

Eventually, Samantha turned and grinned down at her. “Sit,” she said firmly, and Vicky immediately planted her butt cheeks on her back legs. Her tail splayed across the carpet behind her, the end where it joined the plug nudging against the floor. “Uhf,” she moan-barked as she felt the plug shift.

“Stay.” And Samantha walked out of the living room, back down the corridor to their bedroom, leaving Vicky where she was.

“Howwww,” she whimpered, biting her lip and grasping at the carpet beneath her paws. As the seconds ticked by, she grew more fidgety, more whiney, more frustrated. Was her owner really going to leave her stuck kneeling here, alone, while she was so turned on? That was so mean - so fantastically sadistic...

Minutes passed. Minutes of excruciatingly building arousal. Then, at last, a distant call of, “Heel!” Instantly, Vicky sprang back onto her four legs and raced to the bedroom.

“Up!” Samantha ordered, pointing to the bed, by which she stood waiting patiently. Using her momentum and her powerful back legs, Vicky launched herself up onto the bed, and then turned to face her Master, panting eagerly.

Unashamedly rubbing her ‘hypno-dick’ through her shorts, Samantha gestured for Vicky to face the headboard. She hastily turned ninety degrees, seeing her girlfriend moving to the foot of the bed in her peripheral vision. A second later, Samantha’s shorts were slung past her, landing in the corner of the room. “Ha-harf,” Vicky chuckled, licking her lips in anticipation.

The bed jerked beneath Vicky as Samantha climbed up behind her. She felt her dangling tail being flipped up so it lay across her lower back. Strong hands grabbed her by the thighs, effortlessly lifting her legs off the duvet, and she dutifully wrapped them around Samantha’s waist, feeling her move closer, balancing the puppy-girl in mid-air.

Her Master’s strap-on slid into her cunt, eliciting a cry of, “Ha-wooo!” Samantha began fucking Vicky hard from behind, hips colliding with her coccyx again and again. Every thrust forced another loud bark from Vicky’s lips, rising in pitch and volume each time: “Arf urf arf aarf arf arf arf arf arfffaaarf!”

Another couple might not have lasted long in the bizarre position, but both women were at their physical peak from years of practicing martial arts and keeping up exercise routines. So Victoria had no problem supporting much of her body weight using her forelegs, and by hooking her hind legs around her girlfriend’s torso. And Samantha’s deceptively wiry arms had no difficulty holding up her pet girl by the waist and thighs.

Physical stamina may not have been an issue, but Vicky’s sexual stamina was being severely tested. Already so horny from the degrading pet play and the everpresent butt plug, her Master’s merciless cock was pushing her past the edge - to another edge. And then another, and another. She couldn’t cum without permission as a human, so she wasn’t surprised to find the same rule applied now she was a dog. “Uff uff uff arff,” Vicky sobbed. This only seemed to encourage Samantha, much to the puppy-girl’s tearful delight.

At long last the hypnotist slid out of her pet, both of them moaning with ecstasy as she did so. They slumped onto the bed, lying next to each other, Samantha putting an arm around Vicky. “Rrruff,” Vicky drawled exhaustedly. Thank you for denying me, Master. “Groof, ruff, rolph.” Good pets don’t cum.

Looking to punctuate her appreciation with a kiss, she shifted across the duvet towards Samantha and leaned in - only to find that, just as it did when she tried to drink from her water bowl, her tongue took on a mind of its own. She licked Samantha’s mouth, chin, nose and cheeks, her tongue’s rapid, uncoordinated strokes making her Master squirm and giggle. Indulging her for a little while, Samantha eventually ordered her, “Stop now, Vicky!”

“Oorf.” Vicky obediently backed off, kneeling up on the bed and gazing down at her with wide eyes.

Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, Samantha ran her fingers over her shaft and quietly said to herself, “The egg hatches, the fruit ripens.” She let out a big breath, her strokes slowing to a halt as the trigger phrase mentally disconnected her from her dick. Unbuckling the strap-on, she carefully placed it on her bedside table, spreading her legs wide so her restored pussy was on full display. (Restored only in a psychological sense - of course, it had been physically there the whole time, but Samantha had been numb to it, all her sensation and arousal focused in the prosthetic penis instead.)

She shot a wicked smile at Vicky. “Found you something else to lick,” she sniggered.

“Woof,” Vicky said eagerly, and dove between her Master’s legs without further ado, eager to enjoy the sweet treat that awaited her.