“Sit,” Samantha commanded as she re-entered the living room.

“Rruff,” Victoria grunted, kneeling up. Staring over at her Master, she grinned at the sight of the leash in her hands. She’d wondered when that was going to make an appearance.

Looming over her, Samantha clipped the leash onto Vicky’s collar. She didn’t bother crouching down to reach her, instead making Vicky raise herself higher and bring her collar to meet the end of the leash. Her forelegs waggled before her as she did so, her paws waving back and forth in mid-air.

With one firm tug, Samantha brought Vicky back down onto all fours. “Let’s take you for your walk,” she said with a malicious grin, and strolled away. Not wanting to be dragged (too much), Vicky quickly trotted after her, managing to keep pace.

She expected to be paraded around the apartment, much as they’d done earlier that day (using the ‘heel’ trigger rather than the leash). Instead, Samantha led her to the sliding door at the very back of their apartment. This time she did crouch, holding out the leash’s handle towards Vicky’s face. “Open wide,” she said, and Vicky dutifully opened her mouth. “Hold this,” Samantha ordered, tucking the handle between the puppy-girl’s teeth, and she held it firmly, watching as her Master straightened up and slid the door open.

“Rrohh,” Vicky mumbled around her makeshift gag, her eyes widening.

“Drop it,” Samantha said as she took hold of the handle again, and Vicky released it. A quiver went through her as it occurred to her that her partner was barely even speaking to her any more except to give her orders, treating her like the pet she was. But the flare of arousal she got from this realisation was nothing compared to the surge she felt when Samantha stepped through the open door and led her outside.

The couple had moved into a new apartment a few weeks ago. It was only slightly larger than their last place - the biggest difference was that it had a back garden. They hadn’t done much in the way of planting flowers yet, but Victoria had mowed the lawn a few days ago, so it was in good condition. It was also lined with tall hedges on all sides, and both the neighbouring houses were one-storey buildings, so there was nothing overlooking the garden - one of the main reasons they’d chosen this place, so they could happily go outside wearing few clothes. Or no clothes, as was the case for Vicky that day.

It was a warm evening, and there was still plenty of light - the sun had only just started to sink behind the trees. Vicky’s paws pressed down on a carpet of bright green grass as she padded along behind her Master, who was staring back at her as she walked, a wide, slightly manic grin on her face. She led Vicky across the lawn in a seemingly random route, making her amble around just for the sake of it - again, just as she had earlier, indoors.

Though she was aware of how unlikely it was that she’d be seen, Victoria still felt apprehensive tremors go through her. She was outside, naked but for a collar, a leash, and a tail attached to a butt plug. She was outside, under the influence of a powerful hypnotic suggestion that made her behave like an obedient puppy, led around on all fours by her girlfriend. They’d never done anything like this before, and she had to admit it was scary. But not ‘I want to stop’ scary - more, ‘this is fucking hot’ scary.

After a long while leading her back and forth - at one point making her walk in a straight line from one end of the garden to the other, three or four times - Samantha finally took Vicky off the leash. Producing another chocolate nut, she held it up above her hypnotised girlfriend. Transfixed by the treat, Vicky raised her head higher, her mouth open wide, to try and reach it. Samantha moved it through the air, and Vicky followed it, turning in a full circle while facing straight upwards, never taking her eyes off the nut. She could hear her Master giggling as her hand moved around and around, making the pet girl spin around and around, her paws thudding into the soft grass beneath her. Finally Samantha’s hand slowed to a stop, as did Vicky, dizzy and embarrassed, but still staring intently at her prize.

“Good girl,” the hypno-domme tittered, and dropped the treat directly into Vicky’s open mouth. She smiled gratefully as she crushed the nut into fragments with her teeth and swallowed it.

Reaching into the other pocket of her loose cotton shorts, Samantha pulled out a tennis ball, which immediately captured Vicky’s full attention. Her eyes felt drawn to it, locked onto it, darting left and right and up and down as her owner waved it in the air. “You want the ball, do you?” Samantha teased.

“Harrp! Rupp!”

“Then... fetch!” And she drew back her arm and threw the ball to the other end of the garden.

“Raolp!” Vicky exclaimed, and charged after it as fast as she could, heedless of the grass stains covering her hands and knees as she scrambled across the lawn. She seized the ball with her teeth, growling triumphantly as she lifted it up like a trophy. She wanted to keep it, to hold it, to treasure it - but her Master’s voice, saying the word ‘fetch’, echoed in her mind, louder and more insistent by the moment. She knew what it meant. She wasn’t just supposed to get the ball - she had to bring it back to Samantha.

Helpless to stop herself, she scampered back across the lawn and kneeled before her owner, holding up the ball with wide eyes, offering it to her even though she didn’t want it to be taken from her. Samantha grasped the lime-green sphere, but Vicky couldn’t bring herself to relinquish it - until she said, “Let go,” firmly. Vicky immediately slackened her jaw, allowing her Master to take it from her. Her pouting was short-lived, as Samantha threw the ball again, with another cry of, “Fetch!” She promptly ran to retrieve it again.

And so they continued, for several minutes. Vicky’s desire to get the ball, to grip it in her teeth and feel the fuzzy surface on her lips and slobber all over it, was outweighed only by her compulsion to obey her Master, forcing her to surrender the object within seconds of getting it. She could taste a little dirt that the ball had picked up from the earth beneath the lawn, but it didn’t bother her - it wasn’t much dirt, thanks to the layer of grass.

All the while, the everpresent (if barely-conscious) human fragment of her brain was aware of how she’d been thoroughly tamed and dehumanised, and her body was responding in the usual way, with crashing waves of arousal. Her tail flew and whipped around as she ran, tugging on the butt plug and shifting it around inside her, just enough to distract and excite her. And it didn’t hurt that when she delivered the treasured tennis ball, more often than not, Samantha would give her headpats and say, “Good girl!” before throwing it again.

By the time Samantha got bored with the game, Vicky was tired, close to the edge, and covered in dirt and grass stains. Stroking the puppy-girl’s hair (which was extremely untidy at this point), Samantha smiled down at her. “Look at you, little Miss Messy,” she said fondly. “I should get you cleaned up.” Fishing the leash out of her pocket, she clipped it to Vicky’s collar again, and set off inside, her good pet following right behind her.

Led through to the bathroom, Vicky was surprised to find that, unlike the other times when she’d used the facilities that day, she was still a puppy. She soon realised - what set this occasion apart was that she’d been brought in here by Samantha, rather than entering of her own free will (such as it was). “Sit,” her owner commanded, and she obediently knelt next to the bathtub, which was slowly being filled with hot water.

Victoria wondered how this was going to work. She had far less control of her body as a puppy than she did as a person - lying on her back in the water, as she usually did, might be ill-advised, because her uncoordinated forelegs may not be able to stop her from slipping under the surface. So would she have to stand on all fours in the water, like a real dog? And how was she going to get into the bath in the first place? Did Samantha expect her to vault over the side of the tub?

She realised she actually didn’t care what happened - she was thinking of these questions, but she wasn’t worried about the answers. She felt confident Samantha would figure it out - she trusted her to take care of her. Truth be told, she felt so fuzzy, so house-broken and dominated, she was totally fine with whatever her girlfriend wanted to do with or to her. Her brain was simmering in arousal, submission and degradation.

The strangest part was, she felt reasonably coherent and analytical about her mood and her surroundings, much as Victoria often was - but at the same time she was utterly docile and sanguine, ready and eager to do whatever she was told, just like Vicky. Her normal everyday self and her hypnotised submissive side had been blended together at times in the past, but at this moment she really didn’t feel a distinction between them any more. And she loved that. It was a lot of fun to switch back and forth - a lot - but being a functioning person with a brain and a compliant slave at the same time was euphoria. And being both those things while trapped inside a puppy was the icing on the sexy cake.

Samantha turned the taps off. “OK, we’re gonna have to do this carefully - and it’s probably best we take out the tail, so it doesn’t get wet. Spread your legs nice and wide, sweetie...”

“Raff.” Vicky complied, presenting her filled ass. Crouching down, Samantha took hold of the end of the tail where it joined the plug, slowly easing it out of Vicky’s hole. “Waooo,” the puppy-girl moaned as it slid out.

Samantha set the tail-plug down in the sink, and then unbuckled Vicky’s collar, putting it and the leash on the floor near the bath. “Alright, put your paws up on the edge.” Vicky raised her forelegs and placed her paws on the side of the bathtub, and Samantha crouched to her right and put an arm around her torso, wrapping the other around her back. “I’m gonna help you climb in, OK?”

“Ararf.”

“Ready? Now.”

Vicky pushed with all four of her legs, lifting herself as Samantha lifted her, up and over the side of the tub and into the pool inside. She gasped as her legs were immersed in the just-shy-of-boiling water, placing her paws flat on the porcelain basin. The heat soothed her palms and knees, sore from a day of crawling on all fours. The water level barely reached halfway up her thighs, but she lowered herself down into it, sighing delightedly as she submerged her torso.

After letting her enjoy the bath for a minute, Samantha had Vicky stand back up on all fours, and began to wash her body, efficiently rubbing her hands over her wet flesh. She scooped up handfuls of water and threw them over the puppy-girl’s back, hair, and butt. She had Vicky raise her forelegs, one at a time, so she could wash the grass stains off her paws, and then moved to the other end of the bath and had her raise each hind leg in turn, allowing her to do the same to her knees. She also splashed water on Vicky’s face and rinsed off the last traces of pasta sauce around her mouth, while Vicky closed her eyes and held still like a good pet.

Once she was sufficiently clean, Samantha groped her indulgently, squeezing her soaked breasts, teasing between her legs, and then feeding her own fingers to Vicky, who eagerly licked them with her manic puppy tongue. She tickled her behind the ears and on her neck, chest and sides, making her yelp and pant and twitch and shake, sloshing bathwater up the sides of the tub.

Samantha eventually helped Vicky climb out, her paws thudding onto the soft bath mat. Fetching a big fluffy towel, she rubbed her down to dry her off, and then had her hold the handle of the leash between her teeth again, while she put the collar back around her neck. Next, she eased the plug back into the puppy-girl’s asshole.

Leading Vicky back through to the bedroom, Samantha paused to take off her shorts and her dark grey shirt, both of which had been inadvertently splashed in the process of bathing her pet girlfriend. Vicky licked her lips appreciatively at the sight of her Master wearing only a black bra and navy blue boxers, noticing the telltale bulge that meant she was wearing her strap-on again. She must’ve put it back on after the cunt-licking she’d had Vicky perform earlier.

By now though, another emotion besides arousal and submission was distracting Victoria - hunger. Her stomach had been growling ever since the game of fetch, and it was now gurgling loudly enough for Samantha to hear it. Giggling, she asked, “Do you want more food, sweetie?”

“Rowf,” Vicky replied, nodding up at her with pleading eyes.

“Well, you’ve already had your dinner, but I think I have a little something to keep you going...”

***

As it turned out, there were several more bags of chips in the kitchen, in one of the higher cabinets affixed to the wall above the counters. The puppy-girl blushed when Samantha claimed she kept them high up to stop her from raiding them.

Having brought Vicky’s food bowl through to the kitchen, Samantha poured chips into it and set it down on the floor. Crawling across the cold linoleum, Vicky eagerly scooped up a mouthful, chewing and swallowing. But after she’d taken a second mouthful, Samantha grabbed the bowl and lifted it away. Whining, Vicky started forwards, but her Master held up an index finger and commanded, “Stay.” She was forced to remain in place and watch as her food was taken from her and placed several feet out of her reach.

“Howww,” she said in a low voice, pouting at Samantha. “Raaaowl. Braargh.”

“Aw, poor thing,” her girlfriend said mockingly. Cupping her right hand, she picked up a few chips and sprinkled them in her palm. “Here you are, girl,” she said reassuringly, crouching in front of Vicky and bringing her hand to her mouth. “Eat up.”

“Ooh,” Vicky whimpered, shivering with delight as she began eating out of her owner’s palm. She loved being fed by hand - and she wasn’t sure it was wholly because of the canine conditioning. She couldn’t really explain it - she knew it was just as much a part of the humiliating submission routine as anything else Samantha had put her through that day. But, it was somehow more intimate than almost anything else they’d done. Feeling her partner’s hand against her face as she ate... Licking chip crumbs from her palm... Being aware of her patient, loving eyes watching her all the time... The waves of arousal were accompanied this time by a swell of emotion.

With each handful Vicky ate, Samantha reached back and scooped up more chips from the bowl. As she ate, Vicky looked up at Samantha through increasingly teary eyes. “Woof,” she said softly, trying to put as much feeling into that one simple sound as she could.

Samantha smiled adoringly, her own eyes glistening. “I know,” she whispered, reaching out with her other hand to stroke her pet girl’s hair, still damp from the bath. “I love you too, baby.”

“Rowwf,” Victoria sighed happily, dipping her mouth back into her Master’s hand, closing her eyes to enjoy the food, the headpats, and the inescapable, wonderful knowledge that she was a helpless, domesticated, beloved pet.

Finishing the chips at last, Vicky beamed up at her owner, feeling so happy and horny, so controlled and content. Samantha wiped the crumbs from her mouth and the tears from her cheeks. “So beautiful,” she said wistfully, gazing at Vicky. “Such a gorgeous, obedient little hot dog.” A mischievous grin appeared on the hypno-domme’s face as Vicky instantly felt her arousal rocket to its peak.

“Ruh... rohh, whoah... uhhhf,” she moaned, thrusting her hips in mid-air, once again desperate for something to hump. But she still couldn’t move from where she was - she hadn’t been freed from the ‘stay’ command - and there was nothing anywhere near that she could grind her throbbing cunt against. This was torture! And now Samantha had straightened up, and was walking out of the kitchen. Surely she wasn’t going to leave her here like this!

“Hooww, howww, howww, hoooww,” she whined pathetically, bowing down to rest her head and forelegs on the floor, her hips bucking ever more violently. At least the movement was shifting the plug around inside her, making her feel nicely fucked from behind. But it wasn’t enough - she needed something on her cunt, or, even better, in her cunt. A dildo, a dick, a finger, a tongue - she didn’t even care what. She just needed to hump something, more than she needed food or water or air.

“Heel!”

“Haaruf!” Relief coursed through her as she raced through to the living room, where Samantha lay on the couch, her head on the cushion rather than the armrest. She’d taken off her bra and boxers, and was stroking her hypno-dick with one hand and both of her boobs with the other. The puppy-girl’s eyes locked onto the strap-on - God, she wanted that inside her again...

“Sit,” Samantha commanded. Vicky reluctantly kneeled on the pet bed in front of the couch, twitching with barely-contained arousal. “I’m gonna let you hump something in a moment.” She grinned at her hypnotised pet’s excited grin, noticing her fixation on her dick. “No, not that, sweetie. When I tell you to, I want you to turn and face the other way around, and then climb up onto the couch, on top of me. Then I want you to ride my face.”

“Rrulp!” Vicky barked, her eyes lighting up.

“I thought you’d like that!” Samantha chuckled. “But you’re not allowed to cum, until I use this...” Reaching for the coffee table, she picked up a small gadget. Vicky’s mouth dropped open as she recognised what it was.

A clicker.

They hadn’t used a clicker before, although they’d mentioned it. Both of them thought it’d be hot to use it - to train Vicky to say or do something whenever she heard it. The idea was absurdly hot. But she’d had no idea Samantha had actually bought one... Fuck... How she’d resisted bringing it out until now, Vicky didn’t know.

Her awestruck staring and lustful thoughts were interrupted by Samantha’s command, “Up!” Falling back onto all fours, Vicky quickly spun around to face in the opposite direction, and clambered onto the couch, planting two legs on either side of Samantha’s body, knees on either side of her head. Unwilling to wait a second longer, she lowered herself onto her Master, nestling her head between her legs, bringing her cunt to her face. Lips met lips, and Samantha promptly made use of over two years of familiarity with Victoria’s cunt, bringing her to the edge in an instant.

And then another edge. And another. And another, and another...

“Harf, arf rarf, ruff uff ruff ruff bruff bar-ruff!” Vicky manically humped Samantha’s face as she sucked her clit and licked her slit. When was she gonna use the damn clicker?! What was left of Victoria’s mind was on the verge of disintegration.

Maybe if I return the favour... Turning her head, she ran her tongue along the shaft of the strap-on. She tasted rubber, but knew that from Samantha’s perspective she was licking tender foreskin. Seemingly in response, the hypno-domme cried out, grabbed hold of Vicky’s butt cheeks, glued her lips to her cunt, and stuck her tongue deep inside, flicking within her... “Hawoooo!” Vicky howled at the ceiling, her back arching upwards, her eyes rolling back in her head.

And a second later - click.

“Aah arf, arf, arf, ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff!” Vicky bellowed, her juices exploding out of her and into her Master’s mouth. She orgasmed for entire minutes, dementedly humping Samantha’s face and barking at the top of her voice all the while. Finally, utterly spent and drenched with sweat, she collapsed onto her side, lying against the back of the couch, still whimpering softly.

Samantha sat up, gasping for air, her expression dazed, her face smeared with Vicky’s juices. “That was fucking awesome,” she grunted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Aroo,” Vicky mumbled in agreement, her eyelids fluttering. She sighed happily as Samantha gave her tummy rubs.

“Tone check?”

Her brain and body still so scrambled, it took a moment for those words to register. “I’m lovely,” Victoria drawled, smiling sleepily. “That... fuck. So nice...”

“Everything else OK today?” Samantha asked, still rubbing her belly. “I didn’t cross any lines, do anything you weren’t happy about?”

“Noooo. All good... amazing... Loved it... Best day... Best Master... Love you...”

Samantha chuckled lightly, leaned down, and kissed her gently. Vicky licked her lips, loving the taste of herself on her partner’s mouth.

“I love you too,” Samantha whispered, and the emotion in her tone made it clear that that simple sentence was a massive understatement. Lying next to her on the couch, she cuddled Vicky tightly, unconcerned by how sweaty and sticky she was. “I love you more than I can say.” Her voice trembled. “You’re - you’re the best girlfriend... slave, pet and footrest I could ever ask for.”

Victoria felt herself getting tearful again. “I lourwl,” she said, and then blushed and buried her face in Samantha’s shoulder. “Aah row lowl,” she giggled.

“I’m so glad you had fun today, sweetie.”

That familiar teasing undercurrent was starting to creep back into Samantha’s voice. Despite her exhaustion, Victoria wrenched her eyelids open again and gazed into mischievous eyes.

Her Master grinned evilly. “I’m sure you’ll have just as much fun... tomorrow.”

“Whaowrl?!”