Ch 3 - The Fall
#3 of Master's New Bitch
Chapter 3 of a series about a girl transformed into a dog in order to give herself a new start.
This time some innocent training leads to a new discovery of passion.
It had been a few days since the night with Mr Caterpillar. Master and I did some training and since I understood everything he requested it wasn't much of training then it was just following simple orders. Sit here, lay here, walk by his side, fetch that. However the more that we trained the more Master smiled. Like in his head he was ticking off a checklist with the tricks leading to an end to something. Whatever it was it made me happy because I could make Master happy.
It was my seventh day on the farm and Master decided to run some agility training. In the back yard was set up a course with tunnels, jumps and other fun obstacles. For me it was simply fun and exciting to perform with all these cool structures. Master had me running up and down, through and back. I was doing really well however on what seemed like my hundredth pass over a hay bale, I tripped and tumbled. I landed face first in the dirt my hips caught on top of the bale. I instantly heard Master come over in a hurry to check on me...when he stopped. I couldn't tell what he was doing. Was I badly hurt?! No I felt fine. I tried wiggling my hips to check and all seemed in order. A few more wiggles and I slid all the way to the ground before getting up again. I turned to look at Master to let him know I was ok. When I did my nose twitched, his scent had changed. His face looked...pained? I hesitated and pawed my way over to him carefully. Did I do something wrong? I made it to his pant leg and nuzzled my nose on it, whimpering quietly. Master looked up to the sky and clenched fist as if holding something back. I'm sorry Master what did I do? He took in a deep breath, recomposed himself and patted my head with a smile. My body acted on it own with a wage of a tail and the lull of my tongue. His new scent grew stronger after I did that but he remained the same. Master ordered me to go play and returned inside. I sat in the yard, not wanting to play, I was worried about Master. But the door was closed, no opposable thumbs, no way inside, I waited.
Dinner time came around before Master opened the door and called me inside. My bowl was already filled with something tasty he made himself but...my bowl was moved away from the table against the wall. Maybe I did do something wrong. I went to my bowl, my back side towards Master, and ate his food. My concern only worsened when I heard Master wasn't picking up a fork and eating himself, then came that smell again. I turned, a mouth full of food and there he was just watching me. He waved a head as if to say keep eating.
I obayed.
Later that night I lay in my bed in the living room, my mind still racing about Master. What did I do? I wish Master would just tell me. I lay there when a smell tickled my nose and made me sneeze, the same smell from the night with Mr Caterpillar. My head felt a little dizzy and my body grew hot. Oh Mr Caterpillar, I need you, where are you. I worked my way out of bed, struggling to walk in the haze. I looked around but there was nothing, the living room had been cleared, no toys in sight. I groaned, my backside growing hotter by the minute. Where is this smell coming from, I kinda hate it, controlling me like this against my will but ...the way it makes me feel is beyond explanation. Like being thrown into a mad vorx where the only thought in my head is MATE. I stumbled around, knocking into furniture, knocking into...a pair of legs. Masters hands caught me, his fingers running through my fur. I leaned/lay at his feet and looked up with a please help me look. The nose tickling smell was strong around him and I didn't know why. My eyes fluttered about and I began to pant hot. Masters hand brushed along my neck and up to my muzzle before his thumb slipped into my mouth. It brushed along my tongue, my panting breath warming his hand. He enjoyed the feel of it, I could tell by the way we felt along every side, enjoying every curve. His whole hand was wet by the time he pulled it away, it moved along, down my neck, down my side, brushing softly along my hip...around the rump......behind the tail.........and along my lower folds. His hands were soft and gentle. I hadn't even realized in my haze that Master now knelt on his knees, my body laying before him. His other hand brushed my neck and head as he whispered and cooed. But I didn't care for that hand, my mind was preoccupied with the one under my tail. Soft fingers grazed my opening before one finger reached its way inside. It went straight for a spot I feared I'd lost in the transformation. A shot of pleasure instantly shot through me. The heat grew hotter and there wasn't much this one finger was going to do for me. I needed something like Mr Caterpillar inside me, something inside me. I groaned and moaned, my mind left my body as it acted on its own again. Stumbling to my feet I kneeled down my head and stuck by tail in the air. Something inside me...I need ...I need Master inside me.
That strong scent from earlier today wafted off Master, a musk that screamed arousal, I just realized. Master is a strong alpha, I must give myself to Master, Fuck your bitch Master. There was hesitation, a part of Master craved this but the other part told him to take his time, don't spook her. I looked back at Master and with hot heat in my eyes let out the loudest moan in pure pleading. That was it, he lost it. Whatever mask he was wearing up to now was gone, with a spark in his eye it was all over. Master lurched forward, grabbing my hips hard with one had. His other reached down and slid his cock out from his boxers. His cock brushed my opening as he positioned it, then with one quick thrust it was in. Now both hands were on my hips as he plowed into me. His loss of control drove me mad, he was more a beast then I was now. A sort of howl left my throat, my claws digging into the carpet. His cock was just what I needed, the heat grew with not want but need. I craved Master, I needed Master. That itch created by the scent was scratched once more.
Master continued to have his way with me but his pleasure was far greater than mine, backed by this fulfillment of some deep wish he had be hourboring for all his life. His release was overflowing; cum, lust and desire. My insides were now warm from his seed, not from the scent in the air. Master groaned before releasing me. I fell to the floor, turning over on my back. My mind was still foggy from the scent in the air but I swore I saw Master reach for a silver ball in his pocket. He gave it a twist and the scent began to fade away. Then...he left. I lay on the carpet, my breathing returning to normal before going to sleep. My heart heavy from Master's departure. What can I do to make Master Happy.