How To Train Your Puppy
How To Train Your Puppy
By:Kayle Storm
When Ellie got to the front of the line to get inside the club, the bouncer, a muscular doberman who looked like he could bench press a small car, simply stepped aside and let her in. In his mind, she was definitely not the kind of girl you gave any kind of trouble or hassle.
At almost 7 feet tall and covered in thick, corded muscle, the Belgian draft mare was bigger than most males, and definitely stronger. Ellie gave the doberman bouncer a wink and a flick of her blonde mane as she stepped past him, her white sleeveless shirt struggling to restrain her massive breasts and her tight leather pants clinging to her muscled thighs. The canine blushed under his dark fur, a mixture of intimidation and arousal forming a lump in his throat that he struggled to swallow before the next customer stepped to the front of the line.
Ellie crossed the threshold into the crowded club with a small smile. She hadn't come for the music, or the atmosphere. She hadn't even come to see the male dancers that were performing tonight, though she would undoubtedly let them be a brief distraction for her. Tonight, the equine was on the hunt.
Truth be told, Ellie loved male company. The massive draft horse loved men of all shapes and sizes, and each type of male had their own special place in her heart.
She liked big, strong males that could match her in power and size, though they were few and far between. She had destroyed many a cheap motel room wrestling for dominance with such males, and relished the bruises and bite marks such struggles produced.
She loved small, weak males that would grovel and beg submissively in front of her massive and intimidating stature. Such males would do anything just to be in her presence, regarding her as almost godlike.
But the males that were by far Ellie's favorite were the ones with massive, inflated egos. Nothing turned the mare on more than bad pickup lines and long, lust filled gazes at her ample breasts and muscular buttocks. Her pussy got sopping wet at the thought of males who would buy her girly fruity drinks and flash their wads of cash and platinum credit cards, and attempt to coax her massive frame into their expensive luxury cars. Yes, those were the males she liked the most.
But it wasn't the men themselves that got her so hot and bothered. It was the thought of putting them in their place, breaking them down until their egos cracked and broke away, leaving them exposed for what they really were; sad, pathetic, sniveling brats to be used however she liked. The very thought made her shudder with pleasant anticipation.
The mare made her way across the club, the crowd parting ahead of her as she moved. Occasionally she would bump into another club patron, and they would turn to tell her off, only to think better of it once they saw her towering over them with a pleasant smile on her wide face. The equine made a stop near the main stage, watching the dancers for a little while and even sliding a few dollars into the g-string of a rather cute male fox as he whipped his red furred ass across the catwalk.
Eventually, the mare grew bored with the dancers and made her way back toward the bar. She sat down in one of the stools, the piece of furniture creaking ominously under her dense frame. She motioned to the bartender, a young, but handsome, jaguar, and slid two twenty dollar bills across the counter.
"Bourbon double on the rocks, Jake. Keep 'em coming." The feline nodded and poured her a drink, sliding it across the bar to the mare.
"On the prowl again, Ellie?". The jaguar saw the equine in the club at least a few times a month, and knew why she came in.
Ellie gave the lithe feline a wink and a small smile as she downed her first glass of bourbon in one long gulp. "Yeah, I broke my last toy a little faster than I intended.". Jake refilled her empty glass, chuckling lightly.
"Seems like you do that a lot, Ellie. Maybe you should be more careful with them."
Ellie let out a soft, whinnying laugh. Despite her size, her laughter was like the music of a wind chime on a summer day. "Toys are made to be broken, Jake. Especially the cheap ones that I like to play with.". The massive equine gave her friend a devilish grin. "Unless you'd like to show me how to play nice. I could put that wonderful tongue of yours back to work."
The jaguar flushed a deep crimson under his orange and black spotted fur. He had gone home with Ellie once before, but he had been one of the lucky ones. The mare had been rather gentle and loving with him, but he had still walked away with several bruises, not to mention his tongue and jaw had been sore for days from eating her out almost non stop for hours at a time.
The jaguar cleared his throat nervously. He knew that if she asked him, he would go home with her again. Part of him hoped she wouldn't ask... but part of him wanted her to ask. "Eh... I'll let you know if I see any... toys... you might like."
Ellie slid another twenty dollar bill across the bar. "Please do, handsome. Keep that for services rendered.". The mare downed her second drink, letting the feline refill it for her. Jake moved off down the bar to take care of other patrons, and the massive mare relaxed on her bar stool as she watched the goings-on throughout the rest of the club.
The mare sat for almost thirty minutes, sipping her third drink. She let out a soft sigh of disappointment as she finished the drink and set the empty glass on the counter. Usually, she had found a mark to take home by now, but it seemed pickings were slim tonight. Still, she could get Jake to come home with her if she asked nicely. He was a good guy, and she felt bad about the bruises she had given him last time. Maybe she would let him actually screw her this time, instead of just riding his tongue all night.
The mare saw the jaguar heading down the length of the bar toward her, and she prepared to ask him. However, the feline bypassed her without a second glance, sliding a bar napkin across the counter to her as he walked by.
Ellie barely suppressed a grin of excitement. This was her and Jake's usual mode of operation. The jaguar had found her a toy to play with.
The mare unfolded the napkin and read what Jake had scribbled on it.
White husky, late 20's. Wearing Armani suit, leather shoes. Flashing his cash, total douche.
The mare looked around for a moment, finally pegging the canine at the far end of the bar. Now that she saw him, she knew he was perfect. She could practically smell the douchery that oozed out of him.
Ellie signaled Jake for another drink, taking it in her hand as she stood up and headed for the end of the bar. She winked at Jake, who let out a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment. It looked like he was off the menu for tonight. The jaguar went about his duties, keeping an eye on Ellie. As glad as he was to not be her toy for the night, he loved watching the imposing equine work.
As Ellie drew closer to her proposed target, she adopted a shuffling, stumbling walk that was commonplace for people who had had a few too many drinks. She sidled up to the husky, setting her drink on the bar with a loud "clunk".
"Eshcuse me, you wanna buy me anudder drink?". The mare could barely keep herself from braying with laughter as the husky turned to look at her. She could read the look of shock on his face as he saw her sheer size, followed by the calculating expression she knew and loved so much as he rationalized what a trophy she would make in his personal "Hall of Conquests.". Ellie knew every male of his particular status and attitude had one; a mental trophy room they added to every chance they got
A sly, fake smile broke across the canine's muzzle. "Well, for a sweetheart like you, I suppose I could spare a few dollars.". The husky pulled a roll of cash out of his jacket pocket and slid some across the counter to Jake. "A drink for the lady, barkeep. And make it snappy, we don't have all night.".
Ellie downed her drink and set the glass on the counter for the feline to refill, giving her friend a sly wink as he topped off her glass. The mare let her head bob in artificial drunkenness as she picked the glass back up. "Thanks, mishture. Been rough week. Say, thassa nice suit'cha got there."
The husky, undeniably handsome, chuckled, his eyes roving Ellie's body unabashedly. "Well, thank you, honey. It was very expensive. Almost as expensive as my car is."
Ellie could barely keep from laughing as she maintained her inebriated facade. From the corner of her eye, she could see Jake was fighting a similar battle, his paw cupped over his muzzle to stifle his own amusement. "Wha kinda car izzit? Fas' one?"
The husky gave Ellie a patient, condescending smile. "It's a Mercedes, sweetie. It has a ten cylinder engine."
The mare gave him a dumfounded look that she knew rich pricks found irresistible. "Izzat a lot of cyl... cyl...cyl... things?" For such an intelligent person, Ellie was flawlessly adept at being dumb when it benefitted her.
"Yes, hun, it's a lot of thingies. Would you like to see it?" From the far end of the bar, Jake snorted a short laugh that he couldn't even try to silence. The feline knew the husky was absolutely screwed.
Ellie gave the canine an overly emphatic nod, her wide head bobbing comically. "Sure, love ta see it. Mershedees is from Japan, right?". The handsome husky was buying her act, hook, line and sinker.
"It's German, sweetie. Let's go for a ride, hm?" Ellie let him help her off of her bar stool, purposely stumbling as he guided her towards the door.
"Mah name'sh Ellie. Whas your'sh?". The husky gave her another condescending smile as he answered.
"I'm Ryan. It's nice to meet you, Ellie.". The mare giggled cutely as her unsuspecting mark guided her towards the door. His paw slid around her waist and gave her wide, muscular ass a hard squeeze. The touch made her want to whip around and knock the canine across the club, but she instead gave him a drunken giggle.
"The whishkey go straight t'ma head. Shouldna drink s'much...". Ryan gave his apparently drunk companion a wide, predatory smile as he eased the mare out of the building. As they passed the bouncer, the doberman cast an inquisitive glance at Ellie. Behind Ryan's back, she gave the muscular dobie a wink and a grin, letting him know she was perfectly fine.
Ryan, his paw still planted firmly on Ellie's ass, guided the mare to his car and opened the door. The mare slid into the passenger seat, the vehicle sagging slightly underneath her muscled body. The door closed behind her, and, a moment later, the husky dropped into the driver's seat.
"So, Ellie, your place or mine?". The mare giggled and waved one massive hand in a vague directional gesture.
"How 'bout my plashe? Gotta bigger bed. Say, you inta some kinky shtuff?"
The husky chuckled as he started the car. "I'm into whatever you want, sweetheart. What's your address?". Ellie leaned forward and punched the address into the car's touch screen, drunkenly stating each digit as she entered it. She glanced sideways at her companion as he pulled the car away from the curb. Her pussy was already soaked thinking about all the things she could do with her unsuspecting new playmate. After all, he had said he liked the kinky stuff.
The two of them drove for fifteen minutes or so before pulling up outside Ellie's house. It was a single story house that had been retrofitted to accommodate Ellie's size, but, overall, was non-descript and looked much like the other houses on the block. As Ryan helped the apparently drunk equine out of the car, Ellie couldn't help but notice that the husky had a small, but nonetheless noticeable, bulge in his pants. The mare reached down and gave it a gentle squeeze as she winked drunkenly at the canine.
"Gonna have shum fun whichu...". The canine chuckled, groaning softly as his needy cock was squeezed thru his pants.
"Lead the way, sweetie.". Ellie stumbled up the sidewalk, allowing Ryan to help her up the stairs to the porch. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before unlocking the door and pushing it open. She gave a mock bow and gestured to the door.
"Affer you, sir.". Ryan, a hungry grin on his white furred face, obliged and stepped into the house. Ellie followed him and closed the door behind her, locking it.
Ryan looked around the entryway, practically oozing a sickening, cocky self confidence and superiority. "Which way to the bedroom, hun?"
The mare gestured down the hallway. "Las' door onna left." The husky started down the hallway as if it were his own house, with Ellie right behind him. He reached the door in question and opened it.
The canine was momentarily confused as he looked not into a bedroom, but rather at a steep flight of concrete stairs that extended downward. Behind him, a large, excited grin on her wide face, Ellie raised her hand and balled it into a fist.
As Ryan turned to question Ellie on the subject of whether he had opened the correct door, the muscular mare brought her fist down onto the top of the canine's head. There was an almost comical sound, not unlike someone tapping a hollow coconut, and the husky collapsed to the floor. Ellie had perfected this particular move, and knew how and where to land the blow, causing unconsciousness with little to no actual injury.
The mare pulled the unconscious canine away from the top of the stairs with a soft giggle. "Aw, you're kinda cute when you're sleeping!". Indeed, the husky's tongue was lolling out of his mouth and his ears were tilted at odd angles. Ellie picked up Ryan's unconscious form and threw him over her shoulder with little visible effort.
The mare started down the steps, each hooffall creating an echoing "clop" as she descended the concrete stairway. When she reached the bottom, she flicked on a row of light switches, illuminating a sparsely furnished room. At the base of the stairs was a small cabinet set into the wall next to a floor length mirror, and on the other end of the room was a plush dog bed underneath a steel ring mounted into the wall. A padded chair, sized for a large equine like Ellie, sat against the wall nearby. In the corner of the room, mounted on the rafter, but easily visible, was a small wireless camera.
Ellie crossed the room and gently laid the unconscious canine on the dog bed. The mare then set about the task of stripping the high-priced designer suit and shoes off of the husky, laying the articles of clothing on the chair. The last thing to go was Ryan's silk boxers, which she scoffed at as she folded them. "Really? Pure silk? What a primadonna."
Ellie went back to the cabinet at the foot of the stairs and popped it open, smiling widely at its contents. She extracted a small duffel bag, it's contents jangling merrily as she approached the sleeping canine.
The first piece of equipment she produced was a leather head harness and mouth bit, not unlike ones used for horseback riding. She slid the bit into Ryan's mouth, settling it in place behind his back teeth, and then buckling it tightly behind his head. The bit would prevent the husky from talking or trying to bite her, while still allowing him to eat, drink and breathe freely. Ellie had experimented with various hoods and masks in the past, but found this one to be her favorite because it gave her a good view of her new pet's facial expressions.
The next item she withdrew from the bag was a leather collar fitted with a small padlock on the clasp. The mare wrapped it around the canine's neck and pulled it tight. She snapped the padlock into place and then tugged at the leather strap to make sure it was snug. Satisfied, she rummaged once again in her bag of tricks.
This time, she dug out a pair of elbow length gloves with heavy metal buckles running the length of the arms. The hand end of the gloves were made to look like the paws of a non-anthro dog, and were designed to make the wearer's hand paws basically useless. In addition, the gloves were coated in a hard, rough resin that discouraged the wearer from attempting to touch themselves in any sensitive areas. The mare gently threaded Ryan's paws into the gloves, and then pulled them tight and buckled them.
Still more goodies emerged from the bag. A leash was next. Ellie clipped it to the padlock on Ryan's collar, and tied the opposite end securely to the steel ring mounted into the wall, giving it a few sharp yanks to make sure it didn't come loose. It was followed by a simple spreader bar that she attached behind the husky's knees, making the canine incapable of standing.
The final item was one of the mare's favorites, even though it was the smallest item in the bag. It was a stiff leather sleeve, with strings down the side to cinch it down. This she slid down the length of the canine's tail until it reached the base. Once it was tightened, it kept Ryan's tail slightly raised, exposing his tight little tail hole, as well as making it impossible for the husky to tuck his tail between his legs to protect his sensitive little bud.
Finally finished, Ellie stepped back to admire her work with a soft giggle. What had once been a proud, arrogant husky was now little more than a helpless pup. With all of Ellie's accessories adorning his nude body, the canine wouldn't be able to walk upright, talk, use his hands, or even protect his tail hole.
The mare went back to the foot of the stairs. She knew it would be a little while before her new pet woke up. The equine stood in front of the mirror and began to strip off her shirt and pants. She looked at herself in the reflective glass, admiring her strong figure for a moment, and then shucked off her bra and panties. She couldn't help but crack a small smile at the patch of tan fur around her crotch that was now darkened with her own juices, evidence of how excited she was to play with the bound husky. She gently tweaked her left nipple, stifling a needy groan. She was tempted to get herself off right here and now, but the mare restrained herself. There were more exciting things in store for tonight.
The mare turned her back to the mirror, looking at herself over her shoulder. Her shapely, well muscled thighs led up to her tight buttocks and flowing blonde tail, and past that to her strong back. It was when her eyes looked at the back of her shoulders that the equine had to look away.
Extending from the base of her shoulder blades all the way up to the top of her shoulders were a series of long, ugly, jagged scars. Both shoulders had matching marks that were virtually identical. The mare shuddered, her mind reaching back into a dark corner that she tried to visit as little as possible. Her big, brown eyes became distant and sad as she was forced to remember how the scars had come to be.
Before she could venture too far down that particular rabbit hole, Ellie snapped out of her reverie as she heard a soft groan coming from her new pet. She turned to look at him, the sadness in her eyes replaced by lust and excitement.
Ryan was coming to, and the mare watched as he slowly lifted his head, looking around in confusion. "Well, hello, sleepy pup! So glad you decided to join me! Have a nice nap?" The husky moved his mouth for a moment, trying to squeeze words past the metal bit at the back of his jaw, before realizing that he was unable to speak, producing only a garbled groan.
A panicked whine escaped his mouth as he raised his paws, trying to pry the leather harness off his head, but found his hands equally useless. Ellie smiled at him as he struggled. "It's ok, puppy. I didn't do anything that's permanent. It's just some roleplay gear I like to use. Don't bother trying to stand up, though. For the time being, you're going to be my cute little puppy.". The statement earned a soft whimper from the bound canine, and Ellie knelt in front of him.
"Don't you want to be my puppy?". The husky emphatically shook his head. Ellie giggled at the husky's response. "No? But I asked you if you liked kinky stuff, and your exact words were 'I'm into whatever you want, sweetheart'. Well this is what I'm into, pup.". The mare could see Ryan's eyes pleading with her, and a soft, desperate whimper escaped his throat. All his arrogance and bravado were gone now, revealing him to be just a scared little brat.
"Oh, sweetie, don't look at me like that. You don't have anything to be scared of. I'm not going to keep you here for very long; just a day or two. I'm not going to hurt you... Well, I mean, maybe a little bit, but nothing that'll land you in the hospital or anything." Ellie cradled Ryan's head in her massive hands, petting him comfortingly. "I'll also tell you that I'm not after your money, or your fancy car, or anything else you have. I just want to teach you that people around you deserve respect.". Ellie rubbed her captive's ears, eliciting a soft murr from the canine.
"I know what you were hoping for, pup. You wanted to take some poor, drunk idiot home from the club and get your little puppy dick wet. Am I right?". Ryan let out a soft whine, looking up at the mare. "That's what I thought. And that poor, drunk little idiot would feel like a worthless slut when she sobered up in the morning. I'm gonna teach you some manners, so you learn how to behave like a gentleman and not like a horny dog looking for a leg to hump."
Ellie pulled her pet toward her, his muzzle forced into her soft, luscious breasts. She let out a soft groan as she felt his cold nose against her warm skin. Looking down between the husky's legs, she could see that, despite his fear and confusion, the tip of his cock was poking out of his white-furred sheath.
"Now then, I have one more thing left to say before we start your training.". The mare gestured at the camera in the corner, which, even now, was recording. "I know wealthy folks like you have lots of lawyer friends who help you get out of tough situations. So I have my insurance policy. That little camera will record everything that goes on in this room, puppy, and, after I let you go, if you try to go to the police or to one of your high dollar lawyers, I'll just post the video footage on the internet, so everyone can see what a bad little puppy you are. Do you understand?". The husky had no choice but to nod, resigned to whatever the mare had in store for him. "Good puppy. Let's get started."
Ellie stood up, making sure her pet got a full view of her body as she did so. The husky let out a soft, needy whimper, more of his cock jutting shamelessly out of its sheath. Ellie rolled her eyes good naturedly and went back to the cabinet. The object she withdrew made her pet's look of longing and lust turn to one of fear and surprise in an instant.
In her muscular hand, Ellie held a ten inch long strap-on modeled after a fully flared horse cock. As the mare buckled it around her waist, Ryan, still confined to being on all fours, backed himself up against the wall. As Ellie crossed the room back toward him, he began to shake his head in a 'no' motion so fast and hard that the mare was surprised he didn't give himself whiplash.
The imposing equine stopped just inside the edge of Ryan's leash range. From close up, the husky could see that the toy Ellie was flaunting was dribbling lube from it's tip. The mare gave him a condescending smile. "You don't want to know how much I paid for the built in lubrication, pup, but I can guarantee you'll appreciate it. As far as stallion cocks go, this one is pretty small, so it's not gonna tear you up too bad."
The mare looked down at the cowering canine. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers, a sound that echoed like a gunshot in the small room, and pointed at the floor in front of her. "Puppy, come!". Ryan's response was to shake his head harder and back his tail end up to the wall.
Ellie let out a soft snort of amusement, then snapped again, pointing at the same spot. "Puppy, COME.". Once again, Ryan refused, his whole body trembling with fear.
Ellie repeated the gesture a third time, but when she spoke, her voice was devoid of patience and amusement. "Puppy, COME. NOW.". By now, the husky had discovered that he couldn't tuck his tail to protect his virgin tail hole. Instead, he pressed his ass against the wall, small pleading whimpers escaping his muzzle.
Ellie let out an exasperated sigh. In two easy strides, she reached the wall her pet was cowering against. The mare grabbed him by the collar and hauled him effortlessly away from the cold concrete he was using to cover his tail end. "Well, pup, looks like we do this the hard way. If you would've come to me like I asked, I'd be gentle. Maybe I'd even let you get off. But now, I have to teach you to obey."
The massive equine turned the canine so that his ass was facing toward her, one hand holding him down by his collar. The husky's foot paws scratched and scraped against the floor as he tried vainly to pull away. From this vantage point, Ellie could see that, despite Ryan's fear and resistance, his cock was completely out of its sheath and drooling pre onto the concrete floor beneath him.
Ellie squatted slightly to get a better angle on her pup's tail hole, and the husky let out a low groan of fearful anticipation as he felt the toy's wide, slick head pushing against him. "Deep breath, pup.". With no greater warning than that, the mare roughly rammed the stallion cock deep into the struggling canine.
Ryan let out a loud series of sharp yelps as his hole was stretched wide around the girth of the toy. Though it may have been small by equine standards, it was massive for someone who had never had anything forced into their tail hole. Ellie kept pushing the toy in until it hilted. She stopped for a brief moment as the husky quivered under her, his loud yelps replaced by soft, pathetic whimpers.
As Ellie pulled her toy back, making the Ryan moan with pain and shame, she traced her free paw down between his legs. She stroked his cock gently, then wrapped two of her wide fingers around the base of her pet's knot. As the mare roughly forced Ryan to take the full length again, she began to gently tug on the ball of engorged flesh at the base of his cock.
By the third time Ellie plunged her faux shaft into her captive, some of Ryan's squeals and moans of pain had become tinged with mindless lust and arousal. She had seen it time and time again with other pets she had brought home. They were always so protective of their tail holes, but once they were forced into submission and had a cock inside them, they reacted like a bitch in heat.
Ellie continued fucking her pup roughly, each thrust punctuated by a tug on Ryan's hard knot. Within a few minutes, she was able to release her grip on the husky's collar. However, Ryan barely noticed the absence of her strong hand. By now, he was awash with the mixed pain and pleasure of having his prostate pumped by the strong mare above him. Long strands of pre wept from the tip of his cock, forming a small puddle on the floor.
Ellie increased her pace, now grinning from ear to ear at the pleasure of seeing the canine submit to her. No matter how many times she did this, it never got old.
The pace increased further, with Ellie now yanking the toy out completely before forcing it back in with each pistoning thrust of her powerful hips. She could hear Ryan's cries and moans becoming breathless and erratic, and his cock was pulsing hard between her fingers. She knew from experience that the canine was about to cum, his body preparing to dump a load onto the floor beneath him.
Ellie gave one last hard thrust, pushing the husky to the very brink of a massive orgasm, and then withdrew her hand and her faux cock at the same time. As soon as he realized what had happened, Ryan began pistoning his hips backwards into thin air, his much needed orgasm denied by his equine mistress. He let out a long, desperate whimper, looking over his shoulder at her.
"No, puppy. You didn't obey me, so you don't get to cum right now. And thanks to those gloves, you can't even paw yourself off. Sorry, pup.". The canine was sobbing with unrequited arousal and need as Ellie stood and went back to the cabinet. As soon as she took off the strap-on, the heavy, sweet scent of her own arousal blanketed the room like a heavy fog. Ryan could see that she was absolutely soaked from using his tail hole, but she acted as if nothing was amiss.
The mare deposited the toy in the cabinet and shut the door. "Well, pup, try to get some rest. See you in the morning.". The mare's casual dismissal of the husky was almost more torturous than stopping him from blowing his load, and he let out a dejected whine. The equine gave him a small smile and flicked off all the lights except one, so that the camera in the corner would have enough light to see by. "Night night, puppy."
Ellie climbed the stairs as slowly and casually as she could. It wasn't until she had shut and locked the basement door that she allowed herself to let out a low groan of pent up sexual tension. She knew that the canine's mind would be racing in a thousand directions all at once, and she wanted the image of her sopping wet snatch to be burned into his little doggy brain.
Ellie crossed the hallway to her bedroom, one hand already reaching down to gently stroke the quivering lips of her wet pussy. The mare climbed into bed, propping herself up with a pillow, and turned on her TV. Using the remote, she tuned into the live feed from the camera in the basement.
The mare was glad she had sprung for a hi-def camera with audio capability. Already, she could see Ryan sitting sideways on the floor, trying to keep from putting pressure on his abused tail hole. The husky was looking longingly at the stairs, and Ellie could hear soft, needy whimpers. She could even see the look of absolute humiliation and arousal flickering in his eyes.
The equine let one of her fingers slide past her wet pussy lips with a groan of pleasure. Her previous pets all reacted to situations like this differently. Some cried themselves to sleep, some stayed up all night hoping she would come back and let them cum, some simply went to sleep.
But what would Ryan do, she wondered.
Ellie teased and played with her needy snatch as she watched the husky. After several minutes of staring at the stairs, he finally laid back on the doggy bed. He raised his gloved paws to his face, examining them, and then attempted to stroke his still hard cock with one paw. After just a stroke or two, he abandoned the idea, wincing as the rough resin grated against his inflamed flesh.
Ellie giggled and slipped a finger into her wet cunt all the way to the first knuckle. "That's not a good idea, puppy, unless you enjoy pawing off with sandpaper." The mare could see the gears turning in her pet's little brain, looking for a solution to his rock hard little problem.
The husky eventually seemed to have an epiphany. He slid off of the doggy bed and gave it a long, scrutinizing look. Ellie giggled and fingered herself deeper as she realized what the canine was about to do.
As Ryan pulled the soft, plush bed toward him, Ellie laid one finger across her clit with a grunt of pleasure. "Do it, puppy. Give mama a show.". As if he could hear her encouragement, Ryan looked up at the camera, his ears pinning against his head with total shame and humiliation. He turned his head, looking down at the floor, and bunched the dog bed up underneath him, positioning his hips in line with a fold in the soft fabric.
Ellie slid a second digit into herself, using the tips of both fingers to rub her hard little clit in tight circles. She shivered with pleasure, her free hand roving up her body to tweak and pinch her erect nipples with a soft gasp of ecstasy. As Ryan began to hump his doggy bed, the mare stroked her clit slowly, wanting to watch for as long as she could before she pushed herself to an orgasm.
The canine in the basement had found a good angle, and was going at the plush bed as if it were a real woman. She could hear his cute little grunts of effort and arousal as he pistoned his hips in and out. Ryan's ears were still pinned to his head in submission, clearly embarrassed and ashamed of what he was doing.
As the husky's pace increased, Ellie slipped a third finger into her soaked cunt. It joined the other two as she played with herself, a wet spot already adorning the sheets under her. The mare groaned as her puppy bred his bedding hard and fast, now letting out short growls of mock dominance. Ellie could see that his eyes were clenched shut and his ears had unpinned. Undoubtedly, he was imagining the soft body of a female under him.
Ellie slid her index finger and ring finger onto opposite sides of her slick clit, using them to push her hood back. Her middle finger descended onto her fully exposed organ, rubbing in tight, fast circles. She let out a gasping moan of sheer bliss as she continued to observe Ryan's efforts.
The husky was now jabbing his cock into the bed with sharp, short thrusts, indicating that he was close to cumming. He cracked one eye and glanced at the camera, his cheeks burning with crimson shame under his white fur. His eye snapped shut, returning the canine to his little breeding fantasy. After a moment, he even dipped his muzzle and bit down on the bedding, growling as he asserted his dominance over what amounted to little more than a plush sack of downy feathers.
Ellie could feel her own orgasm bubbling up from her loins. The mare bit her lip, holding it off so she could watch her pet finish.
Her patience and restraint was rewarded a moment later as Ryan released his mating bite on the doggy bed and let out a long howl. Thanks to the hi-def camera, Ellie could see the strings of canine spunk spraying across the surface of his impromptu partner, soaking into the soft fabric.
Ellie let her body take over as she felt the proverbial damn burst. Her back arched and she let out a loud, braying whinny that shook the windows of her bedroom. A torrent of sweet, equine nectar squirted from her fulfilled pussy, soaking the sheets and blankets under her. She lay on the soaked bedding, her nostrils flaring as she caught her breath.
She took another look at the TV, and saw that Ryan was in a similar state. The husky was still perched atop the dog bed, his hindquarters hunched. She could see his body quivering in the afterglow of his climax. After a minute or so, his eyes opened and he looked up at the camera again. The look of broken shame in his eyes was almost enough to make the mare finger herself again, but she refrained.
The husky dismounted his doggy bed and drug it back to the corner. After a moment, he curled back up on it and closed his eyes. Ellie switched off the TV, knowing that the show was over for the night. The mare let out a wide yawn as she stood and stripped the soaked bedding off her bed, replacing it with a spare blanket. She flopped down onto the mattress, exhausted, and closed her eyes. Within a few minutes, she was sound asleep.
Ellie woke at the crack of dawn the next morning. The mare checked the video feed from downstairs, and saw that Ryan was still sound asleep. She showered, washing off the sweat and remnants of her massive orgasm the night before, and then made a brief stop in the kitchen to fill a bowl with water for the husky before she headed to the basement, still nude and with her mane and tail damp from her shower.
As the equine reached the bottom of the steps, she saw Ryan's ears perk up, and he raised his head off of the bed. She could detect a hint of fear and apprehension in his eyes as he sat up.
Ellie crossed the room and laid the bowl of water on the floor near her pet. "Did you sleep good, pup?". The husky gave her a small nod. A devious smile crept across Ellie's face. "And what about your girlfriend? Did she sleep well?". The husky looked at her, confused. When the realization that she had watched his little session with the doggy bed the night before, his cheeks flushed and he seemed to shrink in front of her.
The mare coaxed him off of the bed and looked at it, giggling. "Oh, sweety, you blew your load all over the place!". Indeed, there were white stains on the dark fabric where the canine had sprayed his spunk. "This isn't how you treat your lady friend, pup.". Each time the mare referred to the bed as his "girlfriend", the canine blushed even darker.
"You can't just pull the old hump and dump routine, pup.". Ellie snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor. "Puppy, come."
The canine obeyed without hesitation this time, sitting at her feet and looking up at her pleadingly. Ellie slid the doggy bed in front of him and pointed at the stains he had left. "Clean her up, puppy. Use your tongue." Ryan hesitated for a long moment, until Ellie snapped her fingers again. His ears pinned in humiliated submission, the husky lowered his muzzle and began to lap at the dried cum he had deposited on the bed.
"Good boy. Make sure you get her nice and clean, and then maybe she'll let you stick your little puppy dick in her again. After all, that's the only thing you'll get to show dominance over for as long as you're here with me." Ryan let out a soft whimper as he worked, the salty taste of his dried leavings thick in his mouth.
When he finally finished, Ellie pushed the bowl of water closer to him with her hoof. "There's you some water, pup. I have to leave for a few hours, but I'll be back soon." Ryan looked up at her as she stroked his head. "Be good, puppy. Mama will be home soon."
The mare left the basement, returning to her room to dress. She wouldn't be gone long; just enough time to run an errand or two. As she left the house, she made sure to slam the front door hard enough that the sound would be audible in the basement, signaling to the confined husky that his mistress was gone.
Ellie returned a few hours later, and made a beeline for the basement. She wanted to know right away what kind of mischief, if any, her pet had gotten into while she was away. She clopped down the steps, stopping at the bottom to see that Ryan was still on his bed, though he didn't look up at her as he had this morning. She heard him whimper softly, and his ears were pinned to his head in an indication of shame. She soon saw why he was behaving in such a manner.
At the edge of the husky's leash range was a puddle of musky, yellow urine. The mare stopped at it's edge, looking down at it for a long moment. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers. "Puppy, come." The husky slid off of his bed and approached her, his head hung low. "Did you piddle on the floor, puppy?". Ryan didn't look up at her, and gave no sort of response. "Puppy, answer me. Nod if you piddled on the floor." The bound canine gave no response yet again, his face flushed with shame.
Ellie sighed and went to the cabinet, once again withdrawing the equine strap-on from it's depths. She buckled it around her waist and approached the canine again. Ryan's body was trembling as she gripped his collar and turned him so that his ass was pointing toward her, and his face was above the puddle of musky piss.
"Looks like we have more training to do. Pathetic puppy can't even keep from pissing on the floor.". There was a tone of savage mockery to her voice, and the husky let out a low whine of fear. A moment later, he felt the pressure on his tail hole as Ellie teased him with the head of her toy.
"Such a bad puppy. He can't even hold his bladder til mama gets home.". The mare suddenly bucked her hips forward, forcing Ryan's already sore tail hole wide open. He tried to yelp in protest, but Ellie's hand on the back of his collar shoved his face down into the rank puddle of his own urine, his yelp silenced as the musky, salty liquid was forced across his tongue and nose.
Ellie didn't give him any time to adjust to the size of the toy like she had done last night. The equine instead began a punishingly fast series of thrusts as she moved his head back and forth on the floor, his white fur turning a yellow-gold color as it sopped up the puddle he himself had created.
Ellie was enjoying herself, and it showed by the relentless assault she was waging on her pet's tail end. She stifled a laugh as she heard the husky let out a low moan of pleasure as she pummeled his gland with the toy, his cries somewhat silenced by the pressure she was exerting to keep his face glued to the floor. "You like this, don't you, pup? You like having a cock in your ass and a face full of piss!". The husky's only response was another low moan of shame and enjoyment.
Ellie kept up the pace until she felt Ryan's body tensing under her, preparing to cum, and then she dismounted, removing the toy. Once again, the canine was left whimpering and humping the air in a pathetic display of desperation. The mare stepped back and removed the strap-on, followed by her pants and panties, both bearing a sizeable wet spot from her own excitement.
Ellie slid the chair over from the corner of the room and regarded her pet as she sat down, her muscular legs spread. The husky looked up at her from the floor, having not moved an inch since she had pulled the faux stallion cock out of his abused ass. He was panting hard from the rough breeding, and his cock was rock hard and dripping wet.
Ellie motioned to the husky to come closer, and he obeyed with no hesitation. The mare took his head in her massive hands and pushed his muzzle between her thighs. "Eat my cunt, pup. Show mama how good that puppy tongue is."
His cock rock hard and drooling pre, the husky obeyed, letting his tongue snake out and slide between the lips of her pussy. The mare let out a low groan and put one hand on the back of Ryan's head, forcing his muzzle deeper. The canine could barely breath with his face crammed between her thighs, but he dared not resist her. Despite the lack of air, his tongue continued lapping at her sweet, wet lips.
Ellie groaned as his tongue finally found her clit, and she bucked forward against his muzzle. After a long minute, she released his head momentarily and allowed the canine to come up for air. The equine allowed him two deep breaths before forcing his muzzle back down.
Ellie's free hand gripped the side of the chair almost hard enough to break it in half as her puppy ate her out, his muzzle already coated with her juices. For the husky, the combination of his own musky piss and the sweet, heady aroma of the mare was intoxicating. Either that, or he was slowly suffocating from the shortage of air that was being imposed on him.
It seemed like an eternity before Ellie's groans started to increase in pitch. It was with a measure of pride that Ryan realized he was pushing the mare to an orgasm. Despite his aching tongue, the husky forced his muzzle as deep as he could and doubled his efforts, intent on making up for his "accident".
As Ellie climbed to her climax, she wrapped her thick legs around her pet and ground her needy cunt against his face. Another few licks from the husky sent her careening over the edge. She threw her head back and whinnied, her nectar flooding out of her pussy and coating Ryan's already wet face and muzzle in her sweet, sticky essence.
Satisfied, she rocked back into the chair as she released Ryan's head. She looked down at him, giggling at the sight of his sopping wet face and his rock hard cock. The mare stretched one leg out under her pup. "If you want to cum, hump my leg, pup."
The husky made a soft sound of gratitude and latched his front paws around Ellie's thigh. A moment later, she felt his engorged cock rubbing against her calf as he began to grind against her tan haired leg. She reached down and gently petted the back of his neck. "That's right, puppy. Be a good boy for mama and squirt for me."
Ryan blushed at the childish tone she had adopted, but he also felt a feeling of adoration welling up inside him for the big mare. His hips pistoned faster and faster, and soon Ellie's calf was slick with canine precum. She smiled down at her pet lovingly as he humped furiously, letting out cute little whimpers of need as he edged closer and closer to a climax.
Ellie leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the husky's nose, a simple gesture of affection that sent the canine over the edge. Ryan let out a low moan, his grinding thrusts becoming erratic, and then sprayed his load all over the mare's muscled leg.
Ryan stayed in position for a few long minutes, catching his breath. Ellie continued rubbing his neck and ears, and when the canine finally dismounted, he immediately dipped his muzzle down and began to lick his mess off of her calf.
"Good puppy! Cleaning up after himself without even being told!" Ellie let him finish cleaning her up, and then she reached down and slid her hand around his neck. Thinking he was being petted more, the husky closed his eyes and murred softly.
Instead, he heard a soft click and felt the harness on his head loosen. Ryan opened his eyes as the leather contraption was gently removed, the bit sliding over his tongue and out of his mouth as the mare removed it. Ryan worked his jaw up and down, the feeling of freedom a little alien after having the device in his mouth for so long.
Ellie reached down and pulled a small key out of her discarded pants, unlocking Ryan's collar and sliding it off. The husky looked at her, not sure if he should be glad she was releasing him or if he had upset her somehow. The equine unlaced the gloves from his paws, and then stood and moved behind him to unhook the spreader bar and tail cuff.
"You're free to leave, puppy. But before you go, I want to tell you something.". Ellie took a deep breath as she sat back down in her chair. This was always the hardest part for her, but she always told her story to the pets she brought home. The mare absentmindedly rubbed the long, jagged scars on her shoulder as she began.
"When I was younger, pup, I was very idealistic and naive. I left home when I was nineteen, and moved into an apartment by myself. For me, the world seemed bright and beautiful, a place I wanted to explore. One night, I was at the bar with some friends, and I met someone. He was a very rich and very handsome panther, and I was impressed by his affluence and money. He bought me drinks, more than I can count, and then offered to drive me home.". The mare took a deep, shaky breath, and Ryan was startled to see a deep pain and sadness in the big mare's eyes. It scared him a little bit; he would've never thought that anything but strength and confidence could come from his captor. He nuzzled her leg, staying silent despite his ability to speak being restored.
"When he dropped me off at home, he wanted to come inside to make sure I was okay, or so he said. I invited him in, and as soon as we got inside, he started groping me. I told him that I needed to rest and sleep off the drinks before I considered doing anything with him. He... got violent. He told me he knew I was just a slut who needed to be taught her place. I tried to fight him, but I was too drunk. In the struggle, he gave me these.". Ellie turned her shoulder so the husky could see the ugly scars. He winced in sympathy, and Ellie began to rub his ears lovingly.
"He took what he wanted from me, along with a piece of my soul. He left me in front of the emergency room at the hospital, bleeding and broken. It was a long time before I could face the world again.". Ellie looked down at the canine at her feet, a small smile on her sad face. "I don't do what I do to be cruel, pup. I do it because now you'll think about more than yourself when you try to impress a poor, drunk girl at the bar. No matter how much money you have, the things you do can hurt people. Do you understand, puppy?"
Ryan nodded and finally spoke. "Yes, Ellie, I understand."
"Do you hate me?". Her voice was soft and sad, making the husky's heart break a little.
"No, I don't. I don't know why, but I think... I think I love you, Ellie.". The mare looked down at the canine, shocked. Usually, the pets she brought home simply listened to her story, told her whatever she wanted to hear, and then ran out the door as fast as they could, never to be seen again.
"What... what do you mean?"
Ryan blushed. "I mean... I like being your pet. It scared me at first, but... when you left me alone down here last night, I wasn't thinking about escaping or how I would ever live this down if someone found out. I was wishing you would come back and scratch my ears, or rub my belly. I want to stay with you, Ellie.". The husky's voice took on a desperate note, his eyes full of longing. "Please, Ellie? I'll do anything for you, to make you happy." Indeed, he had already decided he never wanted to see that look of vulnerable sadness in the mare's eyes ever again.
The mare slowly stood up and walked away from Ryan. The husky's heart dropped into his stomach as he thought for sure she was going to reject his pleas. Ellie bent and picked up the doggy bed from against the wall, and turned back to the canine with a smile slowly evaporating the sadness in her deep, brown eyes.
"If you're staying, we can put your bed in my room. Maybe you can even sleep on my bed... if you're a good puppy."