Diane
5. Slave Training: Day Four
"You look like shit, slave. Rough day yesterday, huh ? It looks like those
feet are pretty badly swollen. We've got to get some high heels training in
soon, so let's keep you off your feet today. Sit down against this post". The
mistress chained her by the neck to the post and left the room briefly,
returning with a set of gloves and kneepads and a leash. "Some people like
doggie drills. Since you're on all fours anyway we'll do them today. We don't
want you scraping up your hands and knees in training, so put on the gloves and
pads, and I'll apply the leash. So what kind of dog are you ? Since you're a
natural blonde - by the way, the only reason we've left your little pubic bush
is to make that fact obvious; usually we get rid of them, some by shaving, some
with wax, I personally would like to trim it off and make you eat it - anyway,
since you're a blonde, you'll be a golden retriever. OK, fetch this" - she
threw the whip across the room - "go on you dog, fetch". Diane crawled over to
the whip. " DID YOU EVER SEE A DOG PICK UP A STICK WITH IT'S PAW ? YOU'RE A
BITCH, BITCH, PICK IT UP IN YOUR MOUTH ! There's a good bitch. When you say
that to a dog it normally waves it's tail. WELL WHAT ARE WAITING FOR ? SHAKE
YOUR TAIL. GET THAT LITTLE BUTT MOVING ! Better. Now walkies, slave. Crawl
at my heel and follow my movements. You make a fair dog; you make a better dog
than you do a woman. Crawling like this, gravity becomes your friend and makes
your tits seem almost adequate. Of course, I always have thought you were a
dog, you skinny little bitch. But a lot of people like that look. Now sit up
and beg. Pant", she said, slapping Diane's face, "pant, you're a dog, remember
? When you're a bitch or a mare - we'll get to pony training when your feet
recover - you do everything possible to imitate the animal you're supposed to
be. That's better. Bark. That's not a bark" - Diane's face got slapped again -
"Bark. Better. You beg OK. Remember, being able to beg well is very
important, even more important when you're a slave bitch than a dog, some people
really love to hear really pitiful begging. It may save your life, but NEVER
beg until you are invited to. Now roll over. Again. Now bow. Bow. You keep
your ass up, legs apart, stretch your arms out on the floor in front of you as
far as they will go, rest the side of your head on your arms and look up with
nice wide eyes and a little pant. Oh, shit, call the humane society, gas this
bitch ! You're supposed to look appealing. Sit up and do it again. Better.
That's the same basic position you'll take if they want to fuck you as a dog, so
don't forget it. Now submit. You roll over on your back with your arms and
legs up and your throat exposed. Dogs do it as a sign of submission. The other
dog never tears open the exposed throat, but don't count on whoever's putting
you through your paces to have the morals of a dog. You might get your throat
cut, but it's still worth a try when you make whoever you're serving mad,
sometimes it will get them laughing and they're spare you. In any event, it's
the only undirected plea for mercy that won't get you in more trouble than you
were already, so remember it".
"Now what is it dogs are always doing ? They're always licking, and when you're
a dog you'll be licking plenty. Let's see if you can reach your own pussy -
c'mon, bend - stretch - further. Umm, too bad, being able to lick your pussy
would be a popular trick. You'd better be pretty good at licking whatever's in
the crotch of the person whose working you". She sat down and lowered her
pants. "Lick me, bitch". Diane crawled over to the chair and put her mouth to
the trainer's crotch, only to be struck across the shoulders with a crop.
"You're a dog, DOG, remember. A dog sniffs everything first. Crawl back over
there, and crawl up to me with your tail wagging, panting, and with eyes that
are happy or sad but NOT downcast and ashamed - unless I say you've been a bad
dog, of course. You're serving your mistress; for either a dog or a slave,
that's not something that you should be ashamed of. When your top want's you to
act ashamed he or she will make that obvious; if they don't, act like serving
them is what you live for, which of course, it is. OK, here doggie". Diane
scurried over, her ass wiggling and her tits swaying, her eyes up and large,
panting attractively, and started sniffing around the trainer's crotch, poking
her nose into it before she started licking. "Good bitch", the trainer, said,
shifting in her seat, "get that tongue in there. Ohh, nice doggie", she said as
Diane inserted her tongue inside the vagina, "find the prize - a little higher -
that's good - THAT'S GOOD - right there - faster tongue action - use the tip,
the tip - all around it, all around - good, that's good - good doggie - oh, we
won't have to water you today, will we ? - good dog - goood dog - GOOD DOG ! -
OHHH - OHHHHH - OHHHHHHAAAAHHH - OOOOOOOOOOO ! - OOOOO - OOO - OH - good doggie.
Very nice, slave. You can stop now. I'd like to keep you working on this all
day, but we've got a lot to do". The trainer slid her pants back on. "Now,
you've seen a dog hump a leg. So hump mine". Diane straddled the mistress'
extended leg and began rubbing against her calf. "Get further down on it, and
rub harder. Keep your hands on my thigh. If the top is wearing leather or
rubber, lick the top's thigh. What am I wearing, dummy ? That's better. Rub
harder. Toss in an occasional bark and howl. Wiggle your ass more as you rub.
Raise the pitch of your barks - more like yelps - and your howls, and pant more.
You usually won't want to do this very long, since your top won't want a numb
leg, so get to your climax quickly, but not abruptly". Diane was pressed hard
against her calf, shaking from side to side and shoving her pussy up and down
against the booted leg. Her pussy was very sore from the previous day, and
Diane was doing more howling than barking, as that was coming naturally, but her
trainer didn't seem to mind. The pain was making it pretty natural for Diane to
sweat and contort her flushed face as if aroused. As the trainer observed her
flushed sweaty face with her hair bouncing above and her breasts rippling below,
she said "For training purposes, we'll run a little overtime on this exercise".
Damn, Diane thought. "Yip, Yip". It hurts so much it's all I can do to sit up
straight and she wants me to rub it on leather all day. "Awhooo, Awhoo". But
she didn't have to go on much longer, as shortly the mistress stopped her,
opened her pants again, and pushed the blonde head inside them. Soon she
demonstrated the proper way to howl.
DIANE, Part 4 by SD
