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Events moved quickly once Sammie chose her path. Matt kitted Sammie out in some spare accessories and she spent that first evening reading ‘The Basics of Life as a Dog’.

Her hair was chopped and Rosie kindly tied in yellow ribbons so she made ‘just the most pretty Dog’. She followed Dog/Yvonne’s lead and rolled over submissively as Duke and Henry sniffed and licked her, enjoying the feel of their long tongues in her pussy, her sex scent triggering their training.

Duke mounted Sammie with Bianca looking on and Matt encouraging the male dog. She heard Matt explain this was as much about establishing dominance than sex, but for Sammie, the sex and submission were gloriously entwined.

The sexual pleasure Sammie derived from this act, the joining and the intensity of orgasm as Duke sealed her pussy and sprayed his seed into her, made everything else in her old life seem monochromatic and flat.

Bianca moved into Sammie’s house and took the main bedroom while overseeing the conversion of the second bedroom into a Dog den, where a large dog bed took pride of place. The dining room, which backed onto the garden via large French windows, also became a rest and play area for Sammie.

Sammie found that life as a Dog required discipline and a regimented schedule. From the hours 7:30 am to 5:30 pm, she was Sammie. Nose ring only. It signified her status and her predilection. When just wearing the nose ring she was Sammie but expected to defer to Bianca. She walked and talked and acted normally, could even, respectfully, disagree with her new Mistress, but the final word was Bianca’s.

Between 5:30 pm to 9:30 pm, she was collared. Sammie could act and dress normally, but she could not speak. Bianca’s word was law, her commands to be obeyed. Disobedience meant punishment. In private a collared Dog was expected to be on all fours unless tasks and circumstances dictated otherwise.

Finally, between 9:30 pm to 7:30 am, she was collared and leashed. Sammie was Dog. She remained on all fours irrespective of circumstances or company. 7:30 am to 5:30 pm the cycle began again.

When her ‘paws’ were fitted, and she was properly dressed in her new coat, Sammie was eligible for mating. It formally showed Dog was in season. Although Dog’s being Dog’s, when the master was away, very often, Dog’s will play.

There were variations to this schedule as decided by Bianca and more subtly by Sammie herself. The schedule was a framework, an automatic rote that one fell into without thinking, but left ample room for spontaneity and playfulness.

Work at Domination Inc became unfulfilling and then impossible. Clients viewed the nose ring as a symbol of ownership by Bianca, and the power dynamic inevitably shifted. Some even realised its actual significance and sub-consciously treated her as they would a pet.

Rachel took one look and said: “Hah! I knew this was coming! You’re her bitch now.” Which was truer than Rachel realised.

Sammie loved her new life, an entire sub-culture she had been blissfully unaware of was welcoming and supportive. She loved shopping and lunching with the other Dogs, and she loved the public walks with them through private woods or on the farm. She adapted to sniffing and licking Dogs and dogs in greeting, treasured the occasional matings out of sight of their owners and adored the spectacle of the shows and events.

The shows were a particular highlight. Sammie won second in group at her first show and an honourable mention in the final, Bianca worked on her grooming skills and became quite keen on showing Sammie. Both were delighted when Sammie took best in show at her third attempt.

Then there were the breeding events. As a new, young attractive Dog, Sammie was in demand and Bianca charged a high price for showpiece matings. Fans, pet owners and breeders flocked to see her perform, and clips of her couplings were popular in the community and beyond.

Sex for Sammie was now exclusively a canine affair. The sight of seeing herself on-screen at events getting fucked by Alsatians, Dobermans and Labradors became routine, although seeing her own face during orgasm did shock her. There was a dulled, almost drugged look in her eyes, her face slacked jawed and drooling.

During Sammie hours she brought this up with Bianca. Her sense of ‘being Sammie’ vanished during mating, and she was honest enough to be concerned, Bianca absently stroked her as they talked

“I think you’re lucky in many ways. To achieve that intensity of pleasure must be thrilling,” said Bianca. “What do the French call orgasm? ‘The little death’? Well, that’s you. Sammie ‘dies’ during mating. All that is left is Dog. Talking of orgasm,” Bianca spread her legs and guided Sammie to her pussy. Sammie obediently bent to lap her Mistress’s scent and pleasure her with her tongue. This wasn’t sex for Sammie. This was about pleasing and bonding with her owner.

Sammie was counting down the days until they could take delivery of Archie. Archie was a Bone-mouth, the first breed Sammie had mated with, and she couldn’t wait to share her new life and bed with him.

Archie had the heavy, solidness Sammie favoured. Dave had overseen his training and Sammie regularly mated with Archie as part of that training. Bianca also established herself as ‘pack leader’ with Archie.

“I think by next weekend Archie will be good and ready for you to take home,” Dave said to Bianca. Archie was play wrestling Sammie to the ground and then resting on her.

“Sounds good. Dog will want to mate before we leave.”

“Give the command then,” said Dave

Bianca whistled and then gave the hand signal. Archie was up looking at them. Sammie, tongue out, raised herself pointing her rear at Archie. He sniffed her arousal that the play fighting had triggered and licked her.

“Archie is strong and virile, they make an excellent pairing,” observed Dave.

Archie growled and gave Sammie a little nip as he mounted her. His huge red cock extending towards Sammie’s eager pussy. She reached behind to help steady him, sighing softly and then uttering a series of tiny yips as Archie entered her.

This was the moment Sammie craved. The comforting heaviness pinning her down, the sensation of Archie pushing his way inside her, the exquisite anticipation of whether he would seal the mating, the pounding her pussy absorbed as he built toward the joining. She arched back trying to rest her head alongside Archie. To kiss him, feel his wet tongue on her face.

“You have a damn fine Dog there, Bianca,” said Dave in admiration. “Great to see it completely immerse itself in the lifestyle and embrace the culture.” He paused. “Archie’s knotted with her.”

Bianca guessed as much from the low drumming howl Sammie emitted. It was an almost inhuman sound that she made when she joined. Sammie was in her special zone, transported there by the jets of dog seed pumping into her Dog cunt.

Archie, still joined, half-turned and waited patiently. Bianca came up, patted him and slipped him a treat. She did the same for Sammie. Fascinated, Bianca could see the immense knot distending Sammie’s pussy and not for the first time, wondered how it felt.

Sammie turned her head dreamily and gave Bianca a loving woof. Her insides were luxuriating in the semen Archie was still spurting into her. She licked Bianca’s hand and waited for her mate to finish.

“Good Dog” said Bianca patting Sammie on the head.

As with any major life changing decision, there were negatives. Dogs were not permitted long hair, and Sammie had been sad to say goodbye to her crowning glory. Her mother, however, was livid.

“What on earth were you thinking Sammie?” Sandra Beechum said again whilst looking daggers at Bianca as if it was all her fault.

“I felt it was time for a change, mum,” replied Sammie for the fourth time. “Another cup of tea?”

Tea was not cutting it for Sandra. “Oh, like that ridiculous nose ring? What next. Facial tattoos? And this is funny, is it?” Sandra turned on Bianca, who had smiled at Sandra’s tirade.

“Leave Bianca out of this,” snapped Sammie with some heat. “It’s a lifestyle choice and one I made freely.”

“Lifestyle choice? A choice you only made when you met her,” again the accusing stare at Bianca who felt it best she make her excuses.

“I’ll see if Archie is okay,” said Bianca and left the room.

“This has nothing to do with Bianca. You just don’t understand,” said Sammie.

“Oh, I understand. You’re her lesbian sex slave or something,” glared Sandra and then stopped as she saw Sammie was crying “I’m sorry darling. I’m just upset, here,” she dabbed Sammie’s eyes with a tissue. “Look just tell me. We’ve always been straight with each other.”

Sniffing, Sammie took the tissue. “I’m not Bianca’s lesbian sex slave,” she half-smiled, thinking it would be easier if she was. “I’m just exploring myself, who I am, what I want to be and,” she took a deep breath, “I’m happy. Really happy.”

Calming down, Sandra put her hand over her daughter’s and squeezed it. “Then I’m happy too,” she said, “I’ve always trusted you as does your father.”

“Thanks, mum,” and one day I will tell you everything, she said to herself. “How is daddy?”

“Oh, still down at the cottage, finding his inspiration. You should go see him.” Sammie’s father was an ex-hedge fund manager who retired to paint watercolour landscapes and spent most of his time down at their country cottage.

“You should have told her,” Bianca said as she collared and leashed a naked Sammie after Sandra left. Sammie found comfort and solace in her Dog alter ego, and she crawled off to the dining room. Curling up with Archie, she was grateful for his pleasure at seeing her. They licked each other and Sammie gave a contented woof.

On the work front, Bianca and Rachel had reached a good level of understanding. They weren’t exactly friends, but Bianca thought Rachel was a good working girl – a ‘friendly, filthy fuck’ – and Rachel had come to respect Bianca as a Domme and for making Sammie her ‘sex slave’ as she jokingly put it. Neither Sammie nor Bianca corrected her.

It wasn’t until one of Rachel’s regulars made a joke about Sammie’s nose ring did she learn the truth.

“Sammie isn’t a dog!” Rachel refuted angrily.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. She isn’t a dog, she is a, you know, a Dog.”

“What the fuck does that mean? Listen, you are insulting my friend, so just fuck off with that shit!” Rachel was steaming.

The punter held his hands up. “Hey, I mean a Dog with a capital ‘D’. Sammie likes dogs if you get my drift.” Seeing Rachel was none the wiser, he said: “Look,” he accessed a website address on his phone. “You can use my login. I’m not dissing Sammie. Far from it.”

Rachel did and spent 5 minutes watching her best friend, cool, sensible Sammie, on all fours getting fucked by Archie. And clearly loving it judging by her orgasm. No, orgasms.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed. “Fuck that is hot!”

“So why didn’t you tell me?” Rachel asked the next evening at Sammie’s house. Bianca had left her uncollared.

“I thought you might not want to know me or something,” said Sammie truthfully.

“Why would I do that? You’ve helped me enough over the years, you think I would just forget all that because you turned into a kinky bitch?” Rachel smiled. “I’ve been dying for you to turn as weird as me!”

“Let’s just say that since it all happened its taken a lot of adjusting to and maybe I haven’t always thought things through clearly. I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“No worries. I don’t always tell you everything either. So you and Bianca are not lovers, you are not her sex slave?” Rachel asked as Bianca came in with a bottle of wine

“No,” both girls said. “Archie is my lover,” continued Sammie. “Main lover, anyway.” It always thrilled Sammie to say this out loud.

“And I still fuck guys as a rule,” said Bianca handing Rachel a glass. “I’m her owner, which reminds, me given Rachel is up to speed, you should be properly dressed, Sammie.”

Sammie nodded. Bianca had not given her a glass. “One last thing, Rachel. If Bianca permits it, I would love it if you could attend the Titchester Fetish Festival on Saturday with us.”

“I would love to,” replied Rachel, watching Sammie get undressed.

Bianca thought about it as she fastened Sammie’s collar. “Fine by me. Meet us here around 11:30 am.”

Sammie woofed in delight.

The Titchester Fetish Festival

The Fetish Festival was a bi-annual event, and the summer edition was a high point for all those citizens involved in the varied and numerous sub-cultures that underpinned Titchester. From drag queens to heifers, Squires to mares, cows to Dog, straight to gay and all shades in between, everyone and anyone attended in their dress code of choice.

Bianca was ‘suited and booted‘ in black, with a white shirt and a tie that matched Sammie’s ‘Dog colours’ of cerise with charcoal trim and a teal barcode which when scanned read: ‘This Dog is the property of Bianca Harris’. Her hair was slicked down ‘1920’s’ style for a masculine look.

For the festival, Bianca was ‘squiring’ Rachel who had gone ‘ultra fem’ with a deep scarlet frock, matching heels and a yellow straw sun hat with a black ribbon.

“Are we a couple for the day?” Rachel asked with a smile that hinted at their past antagonisms.

“I guess so,” said Bianca putting her hand on Rachel’s knee “I do like the scarlet look.”

“I am a prostitute, so the colour seemed appropriate. Are you okay with that, kind sir?” She left Bianca’s hand on her knee.

“I like whores,” replied Bianca, putting the car in gear. “We okay at the back?”

Sammie was collared, intending to change into her Dog alter ego at the festival. Archie was in the rear in his cage. Bianca got two woofs in acknowledgement.

The festival officially opened at midday, but many got there early, and there was a buzz of excitement about the place. The tents and marquees were already showing a good attendance, vendors were selling their wares catering for all manner of fetishes and desires, the smell of burger, curry and Chinese food was heavy in the air.

Rachel and Sammie hooked their arms through Bianca’s with Archie in tow and made their way to the Dog events arena looking for the ‘Transformation’ tent.

Inside owners and Dogs were milling about excitedly. They pushed there way through to a dressing station where a young woman in her late twenties was taking details.

“Hi, I’m Clare, can I have your name and the name of your Dog and dog?” The attendant asked brightly.

Bianca gave her details and confirmed their colours for the show.

“A lovely choice of colours,” said Clare as Sammie undressed and climbed onto the dressing station, her short hair already tied in cerise and charcoal bunches. “Do you need any help?” Clare continued.

“If you have time, that would be great,” said Bianca taking out Sammie’s best coat. Rachel looked on in fascination.

Bianca and Clare quickly got to work dressing Sammie in her charcoal paws and pads. Clare attached the charcoal ‘bob’ to Sammie’s anal plug, chatting as she did so.

“This is a lovely coat, Mr Haarland did an excellent job.” Haarland’s tailors dealt with all Dog accessories including paws and tails.

“Thanks,” said Bianca. “We are fairly new to the scene so its been a steep learning curve.”

“Oh, I know,” smiled Clare. “Your Dog has created quite a stir,” she patted Sammie’s behind affectionately.

“Are you heavily into the culture?” Rachel asked refastening some of Sammie’s hair decorations.

“A few years now. My mother was my Dad’s Dog before that, so I kind of knew about it without knowing all the details. Then my Dad left when I was 21, nice present, huh? And my Mum struggled in all kinds of ways so I took over responsibility for her and she is now with me and my husband.”

“In what way did she struggle? If you don’t mind me being nosey,” asked Rachel. They had just about finished dressing Sammie.

“No, not at all. It‘s important we be open with each other as a community. It was just lost, years of being a Dog, and before that heavily submissive, meant it couldn’t cope by itself, like any other pet really.”

“Is it here today?” Bianca asked, leading Sammie down off the dressing station.

Clare nodded. “Yes. My husband Barry will be showing it. Green coat with purple trim. Dark hair. He’s taken it for a walk around the fair.”

Bianca and Rachel thanked Clare, and they exited the tent to pick up Archie. Dog/Sammie rushed to him, catching Bianca by surprise. She jerked back hard on Dog/Sammie and swatted her rump with the end of the leash.

“Why do you call Dogs ‘it’ and not ‘her’?” Rachel queried.

Bianca shrugged. Sammie and Archie were now sniffing and tonguing each other. Several onlookers stopping to watch Sammie and the other Dogs coming out of the tent, reunite with their mates. “So sweet,” one woman smiled to her husband.

“Tradition. When all this started a few decades ago, I guess it was an attempt to dehumanise them. It’s like they are not allowed names or long hair.”

Rachel pondered this as they moved along, her arm hooked through her Squire’s. “That sounds wrong to me. They should have names. To me, she’s still Sammie and should be addressed by her sex and not as an object.”

Dog/Sammie looked up and woofed agreement.

“Oh, don’t you start” grumbled Bianca as a gaggle of Queens surrounded them in an attempt to sell tickets to their Burlesque show.

“Ah, so Sammie has mentioned this?” Rachel said triumphantly, after politely declining the ticket offer

“Yes, and she’s not the only one.”

“Don’t you mean ‘it’?” Rachel pointed out sweetly.

“Oh, fuck off” replied Bianca smiling “Okay, some of the younger generation Dogs think the traditions need updating. I’m not fussed, but there is talk.”

“Bianca!” A voice boomed.

“Billy,” acknowledged Bianca. She introduced Rachel to a middle-aged man with his Dog and dog. A blonde, heavy woman in her early forties in a cream coat. The two male dogs sniffed each other warily but Dog/Sammie and Dog/Blonde snickered and licked each other in warm greeting.

“Have you seen the new Dog stalls?” Billy asked, then continued when Bianca shook her head. “Four separate stalls, padded and adjustable so your Dog is fitted in nice and tight to allow male dogs access for mating. Just line up the hounds and off they go!” He grinned. “Dog is down for a session. It’s very excited.”

“I’ll sign it up,” said Bianca. Sammie woofed at the news.

“What’s your Dog’s name?” Rachel asked innocently.

Billy stopped smiling. “Dog,” he said, looking at Bianca.

Bianca dug Rachel in the ribs. “It’s all new to her,” she explained.

“Okay, just don’t want this naming business spreading,” said Billy “Already had one Dog thrown out today. They stitched a name into its coat.”

“Shocking,” said Rachel with a straight face.

Billy frowned but took it at face value. “You should also check out the Pee Bar and the Grope and Fuck Maze. Organisers have added some real quality attractions this year.”

Dog/Sammie was now licking the Alsatians balls and Dog/Blonde was tonguing Archie.

“Dogs will be Dogs,” shrugged Bianca.

“Got that right!” Billy laughed, tugging on the leashes as he moved on.

“Barbara is the Dog’s name,” said Bianca, “and can we not organise a ‘Dog’s Rights’ protest today?”

“You’re the boss, honey,” said Rachel. “But no promises about tomorrow. Shall we get Sammie booked into the stalls before all the slots are taken? Assuming she is keen – I’ll take that happy woof as a yes!” She patted both Sammie and Archie.

Dave was the stalls organiser with Dog/Claire chained to a post alongside Truck. Bianca let Sammie and Archie greet them and introduced Rachel to Dave.

“Already reserved you some spots. It’s going to be a pretty wild spectacle. We have more male dogs than Dogs, some experienced, some not, so your Dog is going to be pretty well used at the end of this. We even have a stall for beginners,” added Dave looking at Rachel. “Just for ladies who fancy trying it out.”

Rachel laughed and said: “Who knows. I may be tempted to give it a whirl, just to see what it’s like from Sammie’s point of view. Or it’s point of view I should say.”

“Sammie’s fine. I don’t get worked up like some of the traditionalists. To be honest, I think its an outdated custom.”

“Well, nice to see some progressive thinking, don’t you think Bianca?”

“Keep me out of this. I’m not fussed either way.”

Dave took them through the program. “We are showing the Dogs at 1:30 pm, with a parade in the ring with rosettes for the top 3 out of the 15 Dogs showing. Then we open the mating stalls. We’ve split Dogs into teams of 4 to service the male dogs, pro or amateur. Each Dog has a 30 minute slot and is guaranteed 2 shifts. The beginner’s stall will be serviced by pro male dogs only,” he added for Rachel’s benefit.

“So we have just over an hour before we have to prep Dog for the show.” Bianca looked over as Dog/Sammie and Dog/Claire were sniffing and licking each other’s face and pussy. Archie and Truck were also busy with their tongues.

“You can leave it here if you like. Is it plugged?” Dave asked.

Bianca nodded.

“Mine too. Explains why they are trying to get their tongues in each other’s cunt. I’ll take the plugs out, so they can snack on each other to their heart’s content.”

“Thanks, Dave,” Bianca tied Dog/Sammie and Archie to the post next to Dog/Claire and Truck. “We’ll be back later. Have fun,” she tickled them both as they tried to lick her face.

“So,” Bianca said to Rachel. “Shall we look round and see what Billy was talking about?”

“Sounds good to me.” Rachel hung onto Bianca and asked: “What do you mean by plugged?”

“Just what it says. After mating, I often ‘plug’ Sammie so that the dog semen remains inside and is absorbed into her system. The plug is far enough up so she can keep it inside for as long as she likes. By unplugging them, the two Dogs can enjoy what’s left in the others cunt.”

“I have a lot to learn,” sighed Rachel.

They strolled on stopping at some of the stalls selling fetish wear and accessories. A black mesh slave collar with a yellow buckle caught Rachel’s eye.“Fancy making me your slave for the day to go with your Dog?”

“It does match your hat,” said Bianca. She looked at Rachel and then at the collar. “I’ll take it and a name tag.”

“Oh, so I have a name?”

“Of course. You’re not a Dog.” Bianca picked out a pre-engraved silver tag and secured it to the collar. “Turn around,” she said to Rachel.

Rachel tried to look at the name on the tag but Bianca slapped her hand down. “Behave,” she said.

“Sorry, Miss Bianca.”

Bianca secured the collar and turned Rachel to face her.

“May I ask what I am to be called?” Rachel kept her eyes down and voice submissive.

Lifting Rachel’s head Bianca looked into her eyes. “Well, as I have a Dog it seemed natural to also have a Pussy.”

Laughing, Rachel pulled the tag out to see ‘Pussy’ engraved on it. “It’s wonderful, thank you, Miss Bianca,” impulsively she hooked her arms around Bianca’s neck and kissed her. “I would be honoured to be your Pussy.”

To her surprise, Bianca felt a surge of affection for Rachel. They had been getting along happily for a while now. Folding Rachel in her arms, Bianca kissed her back, harder and longer. “I would like that,” she replied warmly.

“Does this call for a celebratory drink?” Rachel asked, feeling swept away by the moment.

Bianca looked over at a two-story structure with, ‘Welcome to the Pee Bar‘, emblazoned on the front and ‘All liquid deposits accepted’, over the outside stairs on the side of the temporary building.

“I guess it does. Fancy checking it out? I assume it is as literal as it says.”

Rachel giggled. “Let’s go and find out!”

The inside was bright and cheerful with a long wooden bar across the length of the room and a dozen or so bar staff, pretty boys and pretty girls all dressed alike in tight tops, short skirts and no panties.

The place was packed, as much by curious then thirsty patrons.

Bianca shepherded Rachel to the bar and caught the attention of a blonde boy whose skirt hid nothing to the imagination. Both girls took in the sight with appreciation.

“Enjoying the view, girls?” He asked with a twinkle.

“Umm, not really, could do with hitching your skirt up a bit,” Rachel smiled.

“Saucy!” He said with a twirl, exposing more of himself and putting down a plastic drinks menu in front of them

‘Ale with a dash, Ale shandy, Ale half and half, wine spritzer, Pee and tonic,” Rachel read out loud.

Bianca looked at the bottles dispensing drinks on the back wall. “So how exactly does this work?”

“Simple, hun. Ale with a dash of pee, Ale shandy but with pee, not lemonade and so on. All the mixers are piss which is replenished from upstairs, then drizzled through filters and dispensed down here. You can have just plain chilled piss if you prefer and the more piss in the drink, the cheaper it is, and finally, if you use the upstairs urinal the attendants will stamp this card,” he produced two cards with a flourish, “and you get your drink half price or for free if you just want a glass of piss.”

“And I guess, man pee and lady pee?” Bianca asked indicating the two big pale yellow bottles in the middle with a female and male sign on them.

“Your Mistress is one sharp babe,” the barboy grinned at Rachel.

“Cheeky cunt,” said Bianca, smiling.

“Oh, language sweetie, I’m only 19 and led a sheltered life.”

“Mistress Black!” A black woman in her sixties rushed over to embrace Bianca. It was Rosie. “Oops, nearly spilt my drink. Girls this is Mistress Black, Mistress this is Karen, Shan, Evelyn, Anne, she’s my boss, Jane, Tara, where’s Tara?”

Bianca put her arm around Rosie, smiling, she said: “Slow down we can’t catch all the names.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you order drinks? Let me get them,” said Rosie. “I’m having chilled piss with a dash of vodka. It’s very nice.”

Bianca and Rachel exchanged looks and shrugged. “Same for us I guess,” said Bianca.

“You look lovely Mistress Black as does the lady you are squiring,” she looked shyly at Rachel.

“Hi,” said Rachel. “I’m Pussy.”

“Of course you are, dear,” said Rosie as the other girls chorused a welcome. “I’m being squired for the day too,” she went on with conspiratorial pleasure. “ She’s just adding to the supplies, ah there she is, over here, dear,” she waved at a young blonde girl in a navy blue pinstripe trouser suit, open coral shirt and matching tortoiseshell glasses.

Bianca groaned a little and Rachel looked at her. “Problem?”

“You could say. I can’t stand blondie,” replied Bianca.

“Well, smile Miss Bianca and play nice. Remember there was a time when you couldn’t stand me.”

Rosie had hooked her arm through the blonde girl’s and was looking up at her with absolute adoration. They made an odd couple. Age, looks, demeanour.

“Miss M, darling, this is Mistress Black and Pussy, I love your outfit dear,” she added to Rachel.

The two ‘Squires’ nodded to each other. Michelle leaned in to kiss Rachel on the cheek. “Lovely to meet you, Pussy” she said.

“Lovely to meet you too, and I love your outfit, Rosie, really shows off your boobs,” said Rachel. The older woman did look great for her age in her low cut bottle green and black trim dress, so Rachel paid the compliment with genuine enthusiasm.

“I like the butch look too” added Rachel to Michelle who smiled in thanks.

“I kept it plain so my lady would steal all the admiring looks,” replied Michelle.

Rosie trilled with delight as Michelle laid on the compliments. Rachel thought it was very sweet of the young Domme. “More sweet talk like that and I’ll be swooning, Mistress M,” laughed Rachel.

“She’s not a Domme,” cut in Bianca, more curtly than she had intended. Immediately she regretted her comment.

“Oh,” said Rachel. “Well no harm done and I apologise for my mistake.” She saw Rosie was looking upset. Michelle saw it too and her face softened.

“No need to apologise,” said Michelle warmly. “Mistress Black is right, I’m not a Domme.” She squeezed Rosie who seemed relieved at Michelle’s reaction.

All three were looking at Bianca who loathed being in the wrong and had no attention of admitting to it in front of everyone.

Rachel grabbed Rosie and said: “Your friends seem lovely, fancy introducing me again?”

Looking uncertain, Rosie waited until Michelle nodded to her and then allowed Rachel to steer her away.

The barboy leaned on the bar “If you two butch bitches are going to fight, can I suggest you do it the jello pit, with bikini’s on?”

Bianca laughed and gestured to Michelle. “What will you have?” It was an apology of sorts.

“Neat piss,” said Michelle accepting the offer. “Male. No ice.”

“Coming up,” he said.

“Is there a difference in taste?” Bianca asked.

“Yes. Men are usually spicier, richer. But as it’s heavily filtered here, not so much.”

There was an awkward silence.

“Look, I guess we aren’t going to be friends, but I think being civil is the least we can do and I don’t want to upset Rosie,” added Bianca.

Michelle again softened at the mention of Rosie. “Okay, Pussy seems nice.”

Having reached an accord they were interrupted by Karen pulling Rachel towards them followed by the rest of the girls

“Hey, Miss M,” Karen said to Michelle. “Pussy works out of the flat down from us.”

“Oh, you work with Mistress Black, Pussy?”

“Yes,” Karen answered for her. “We only do weekends though and Miss M only occasionally these days.”

“Nice to know I’m not the only tart here,” laughed Rachel.

“Oh, we are all pretty tarty,” smiled Michelle.

“Talking of tarty when are we going to hit the ‘Grope and Fuck Maze’?” Shan asked.

“I guess now is as good a time as any,” said Michelle, knocking back her drink. “You girls coming with?”

Bianca and Rachel looked at each other

“Why not? Sounds like fun,” smiled Bianca.

The ‘Grope and Fuck Maze’ was as literal as the Pee Bar. Two entrances, one for the ‘gropers’, predominantly men, and the other for the ‘gropees’, which the gaggle of women trooped into after a brief wait. “As one group leaves we let another group in,” said the girl on the door

“How does it work?” Rosie whispered to Michelle as they pushed through a curtain, followed by Rachel and Bianca. Karen could be heard grumbling outside with the rest of the party, except for Anne who had opted to remain at the Pee Bar.

“Like the ‘D’ stalls, you just stick your boobs through the holes and get them groped, or if you fancy being fucked stick your bum through that one.” Michelle pointed to a larger hole further down. From the sounds around the corner, several girls were already receiving attention. “We have fifteen minutes per section I guess,” she added looking up at the digital clock counting down.

“What shall I do, darling?” Rosie asked.

“Whatever you fancy.”

Rosie still looked uncertain and Bianca saw she wouldn’t do anything unless Michelle sanctioned it.

“Stick your tits through there,” Michelle ordered Rosie.

“Yes, Miss M,” said Rosie dutifully, pulling down her dress.

Bianca turned to Rachel who was looking at her expectantly.

“Pussy should display pussy I guess,” she swatted Rachel on the arse. Giggling Rachel hitched up her dress, dropped her knickers and then pushed her bum through the hole.

Both women gave a little shriek at the same time.

“Someone is fondling my tits!” Rosie giggled as Michelle pressed against her from behind.

“That’s not all they will be fondling!” Michelle smiled and pulled back the cover on the hole at crotch height. Quickly she hitched up the older woman’s dress to allow access to her shaved pussy, almost immediately a hand reached through and started groping Rosie.

“This is fun, darling!” Rosie said twisting her head so Michelle could kiss her.

Bianca watched Michelle unzip her trousers and pull out a discreet strap-on, probing Rosie’s arse before pushing it home. The older woman began uttering short gasps of pleasure as her tits and pussy were groped while Michelle fucked her in the arse.

A hand reached out, grabbing hold of Bianca. It was Rachel, who had been oddly quiet until now. It took a moment before Bianca realised Rachel was being fucked. Taking her partner in her arms, Bianca allowed Rachel to brace against her so she could push back against the sheathed cock pumping into her.

“Fucking hell, feels good getting fucked by an unseen guy,” Rachel finally gasped.

Karen, Shan and two others entered the maze and were directed around the corner.

“Lots of free holes for groping and fucking!” a young girl yelled, she was wearing a ‘Grope and Fuck Maze’ T-shirt, before turning to Bianca’s group. “Ten minutes ladies, then move on down to the next section down there to your right.”

Nodding, Bianca held onto Rachel as she slammed into the wall trying to get the cock as deep as possible. Grabbing Rachel by the hair, Bianca squatted down and kissed her hard, biting on Rachel’s tongue, causing her to squeal. “You want to be my pussy bitch?”

Rachel held onto Bianca tightly. “Oh, fuck yes, I’ll be your pussy bitch, you can pimp me, fuck me, sell me, ahhh, oh, fuck me, I’m cummming!”

Squashed between the wall and Michelle, Rosie was also begging for more as she rode the fingers in her pussy and the dildo in her arse. Legs trembling, she felt her body slacken and weaken as she came, squirting over the anonymous hand and down the inside of her legs.

“You dripping twat juice everywhere again?” Michelle whispered in Rosie’s ear. “Did I give you permission to cum?” She stepped back from Rosie but took care to guide the woman to the floor.

“I’m sorry Miss M, I should have asked you permission first, I’m a forgetful old bag,” Rosie crawled to Michelle and began licking her ankle boots.

Deliberately Michelle stood on one of Rosie’s hands as she lapped at her heels. Seeing Bianca’s eyes on her she met the other Domme’s gaze and pressed down hard.

Wincing in pain, Rosie looked up adoringly. “Thank you, Miss M.”

Smiling, Michelle kept the pressure on for a few more moments and then stepped away.

Helping Rachael to her feet, Bianca brushed her down. “Enjoy that?”

“Yeah, kind of hot,” replied Rachel, wiping between her thighs with a tissue and watching the interplay between Rosie and Michelle.

“Time to move on,” said Michelle.

Rosie, still on her hands and knees, shuffled after Michelle, keeping her crushed fingers raised as she did so.

The four went to the corridor on the right passing Karen and Shan who were on their knees and sucking the cocks on offer. Evelyn had copied Rosie and was having her tits and pussy groped. Tara stood to one side where she could see both groups of girls in action.

“Are you okay?” Rachel whispered to Rosie.

“Oh, I’m fine dear. Fingers a bit bruised and crawling is a bit of a struggle with my knees, but I’ll be okay.”

Michelle beckoned to Tara and directed her to one of the holes. Tara stuck her hand through and waggled it, a cock soon appeared and she closed her mouth around it.

Jane arrived, slightly breathless and apologising for getting left behind. She was carrying Michelle’s shoulder-bag.

“Don’t say anything,” Bianca warned Rachel who was still looking out for Rosie.

“I’m not. I was just making sure Rosie was okay. No harm in showing concern is there? Miss M looks to be in charge of them.”

“Yeah.” Bianca was watching Michelle, who was squatting next to Tara and whispering as Tara sucked on the anonymous cock.

“Do you want to have a go?” Rachel asked.

Bianca did but she was also mindful of not losing face in front of Michelle.

As if reading her mind Rachel whispered: “Slap me.”

“What?”

“Slap me. Order me to suck dick. Tell everyone I’m a dirty whore.”

The open handed slap to Rachel’s face was loud and made everyone look.

“I told you to get on your fucking knees and put that slut mouth of yours to good use!”

Submissively, and slightly tearfully as the slap had been harder than she was expecting, Rachel dropped to her knees and crawled next to Tara. Sticking her hand through, she grasped air for a few seconds and then fastened onto a prick that was put into her hand.

The cock twitched like an inquisitive snake, a handsome looking one too, Rachel thought. Licking the head, she tasted him. Nice, fresh, with a hint of tang. Smiling, she took it into her mouth, enjoying the vocal appreciation on the other side.

“Can I have a taste, Pussy?” Rosie asked.

Rachel switched to running her tongue down the shaft and pointed the head at the older woman who eagerly fastened on to it.

Tara coughed as she took a mouthful of semen. She looked up at Michelle who was now leaning against the back wall alongside Bianca, with Jane standing dutifully by her side. Michelle patted her thigh and Tara crawled over to Michelle to kneel at her feet.

“You in charge?” Bianca asked, trying to get a handle on the group dynamic.

“Yes,” replied Michelle. “Not everyone is keen though, are they Tara?”

Looking alarmed, Tara quickly refuted this. “Not at all, Miss M, I am happy you are in charge.”

Bianca smiled, it was obvious that Michelle didn’t like Tara. The sullen girl seemed on the outside of the group.

“Tara is a stuck up, boring cunt. What are you, Tara?”

“I’m a stuck up, boring cunt,” repeated Tara, unhappily.

Unlike the interplay with Rosie where there was affection and enjoyment on both sides, Tara seemed miserable.

“Talking of cunt, try sticking yours near that hole, it might loosen you up.”

“Yes, Miss M.” Tara scrambled to the station, lifted her skirt and jiggled her crotch, a hand appeared and began fingering her.

A small shriek of delight came from Rosie as she took a mouthful of cum. Laughing Rachel kissed her and they snowballed the cum between them.

“Our ladies are enjoying themselves,” smiled Bianca

Michelle nodded, her eyes still on Tara. Jane mirrored her mentor’s look and expression.

“Unlike, Tara that is,” continued Bianca.

Shrugging, Michelle dismissed Bianca’s comment.

Overhearing, Rachel looked at Bianca meaningfully as she helped Rosie to her feet.

“Thank you, Pussy, you are such a sweet girl,” the older lady said gratefully.

Sighing Bianca continued. “There is a difference between domming and bullying.” She kept her tone friendly, trying to avoid a hostile reaction. She got one, but it was from Rosie.

“And it‘s none of your business, so butt out! Miss M has every right to treat Tara, or any of us as she sees fit.” she moved to Michelle’s side, glaring at Bianca.

“Are you sure Tara isn’t enjoying herself?” Michelle asked softly.

I’m forever destined to be in opposition to this girl, Bianca thought irritably.

“No, we aren’t sure. It’s just me being concerned,” said Rachel. “And I’m sorry if we caused offence.”

“Fair enough,” said Michelle. She walked over to Tara who was now grinding herself on the hand in her cunt. For the first time, there was pleasure written across the tall brunette’s face. Slapping Tara on the arse Michelle detached her from the wall and walked her over.

Rosie smiled at Rachel, “I understand, but this a private matter.” She placed her right hand across her breast. “Subbies!” Jane did the same, scowling at Bianca.

"Tara wants to be part of us, it's just that she has problems relating to others and she is also guilty of wilful pride, but I always include her in our little adventures, isn't that right, Tara?"

“Yes. Thank you,” mumbled Tara.

“Our group is a dynamic mix of different personalities, and everyone has their role. Tara is more of an observer unless I encourage her to join in. Tara is also the least liked because, well, she is the least likeable, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I’m on the outside too, so that kind of bonds us.”

Grasping Tara by the side of her head, Michelle kissed her. “Are we bonding, babe?”

“I like to think we are.” There was a desperate misery in her voice.

Michelle paused, still holding Tara’s head in her hands. “And she wronged me too, didn’t you, Tara?”

Tears welled in Tara’s eyes. “Yes, I did, I’m so sorry, Miss M, I really am.”

“I know you are, Tara,” Michelle rested her forehead against Tara’s and then kissed her again before releasing her.

“We should move, we have to prep Sammie for the show,” said Bianca breaking the tension.

“Oh, that’s right, I kind of forgot what with the fucking and everything else!” Rachel replied, transfixed by the weird dynamic between Michelle and Tara and that salute from Rosie and Jane. What the fuck was all that about?

“You are showing Sammie? Will she be in the stalls? Is she enjoying life as a Dog?” Rosie asked excitedly.

“Yes, to all of that,” laughed Rachel, “but come and see for yourself.”

Rosie looked crestfallen. “Miss M isn’t keen on dogs, I mean not Sammie/Dog but dogs.”

“You can go, darling,” smiled Michelle, “how is your hand?” She reached for Rosie’s hand and pressed her lips against the bruised fingers.

“I’ll be fine, thank you for being concerned,” hugging Michelle she whispered: “I adore you.”

“I adore you too, now go with Pussy and have fun. Tell me all about it later.”

“I will, I’ll get the others, watching Dogs in action is hot and so exciting!”

Rosie followed Bianca and Pussy in search of the others, Michelle watching them as they left. A Maze attendant stuck her head around the corner, a group of giggling women in tow.

“We’re just going,” Michelle forestalled the attendant and turned to Tara and Jane. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, Miss M.”

Best in Show

Dog/Sammie was a little miffed at being left for so long. A group of young lads abusing the Dogs in the pound hadn’t helped, but she had enjoyed them being sent packing by Dave and a few of the onlookers. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced abuse and prejudice over her chosen lifestyle, but that didn’t make it any easier to take. She curled up close to Archie, seeking reassurance in his warm, heavy presence. An older Dog, Belinda, joined her to see if she was okay, kissing and licking Sammie to show concern and comfort. Sammie loved her fellow Dogs.

Annoyance at being left evaporated when she saw Bianca and Rachel, both of them making a big deal of fussing over her. Rachel showed off her ‘new name’ and Sammie was thrilled at the idea of her friend as ‘Pussy’. Very appropriate, Sammie thought.

As her owner did some final touch-ups to her appearance, Sammie bounced around the parade arena with Bianca by her side. Rachel and a group of women cheered her loudly. Sammie enjoyed the noisy support.

Bianca knelt beside her as they awaited the judging.

“Bollocks,” muttered Bianca.

Second in show. First place went to a young South Asian girl who was new on the scene and attracting a lot of attention.

Growling her disappointment, Sammie consoled herself with the thought of being put into the mounting stalls and being humped by a variety of eager male dogs.

“You’re first up,” Dave told Bianca. “My Dog is already in place. I‘m putting you alongside the winner, a fine looking Dog isn’t it?” He added appreciatively.

“Bollocks,” Bianca said again. Ignoring Dave’s laughter she walked over to Rachel with Sammie on her lead.

“Lovely to see you settling in so well,” said Rosie, petting Sammie rather intimately. “You should have got first, shouldn’t she girls?”

Everyone loudly agreed, even if Shan had mentioned her preference for the winner earlier.

The group made their way to the mounting stalls. Sammie felt her heart beating faster, and her tummy tumbling with excitement. Canine sex was a drug. It made any sacrifice in her new lifestyle worth it. Bianca too was worth the sacrifice. She loved Bianca and serving as her Dog was the ultimate commitment. It fulfilled Sammie’s deep-seated yearning to serve.

“Some pretty asses presenting themselves,” said Bianca, “but none will be as pretty as yours, Dog.”

“Watching Dogs mate always makes me hot,” giggled Rosie.

Rachel felt the older woman’s hand on her arse and for the first time glimpsed the ugly depravity that lurked beneath Rosie’s gentle eyes. Perhaps that explained the odd link-up between Michelle and Rosie, she thought. Impulsively, Rachel squeezed Rosie’s hand on her bum and then groped her pussy in return.

“You saucy minx,” again that giggle which to Rachel now had a dark quality to it.

“You’re a sick bitch, aren’t you?” Rachel whispered.

“Honey, you have no idea. You want to fuck later? I can show you things,” Rosie whispered back. “You into games? Piss, shit, pain, breath play?”

”Will Miss M mind?” Rachel was tempted by the offer. Within limits.

“No, she enjoys my escapades, the kinkier the better. Besides, where do you think she has gone with Tara?”

“What does she do with Tara?”

Shutters came down over Rosie’s face. “Never mind, it’s private, and I don’t know most of it. Miss M is difficult to understand sometimes. But we can have fun. You want to piss on me?” Again the giggle.

“I want to hurt you,” smiled Rachel.

“That’s because you think you may not like me.” A sly, shrewd look replaced Rosie’s habitual demeanour. “Can I hurt you back?”

God help me if I’m not attracted to the idea, thought Rachel, but she was wary.

“Mistress Black can ‘chaperone’ if you like? We would need her permission anyway, wouldn’t we?” Rosie suggested, reading the girl’s mind.

“Give me your phone number,” said Rachel as Bianca called her over.

Rosie nodded, smiling her genial, sweet smile again.

“You’re getting friendly,” said Bianca as she positioned Sammie in the stalls, a row of male dogs barking excitedly, reacting as much to their owner’s excitement as the female scented clothes that were being wafted in front of them by two girl helpers.

“Tell you later, let’s focus on Sammie.”

For Sammie, everything around her was fading to faint background noise. The stall held her still, her rear exposed to the world, even her owner’s fingers working lube into her pussy barely registered. Sammie was in her personal sub-space.

The cool breeze on her wet cunt sent a small ripple through her, was it the sensation or the anticipation making her react, or both? She shivered again as fur brushed her highly sensitive skin, her heartbeat was racing now, her face flushed and warm, then a weight on her back. She couldn’t turn her head to see the dog, but he was much lighter than Archie.

The tip of the dog’s sheath made contact, it was clumsy, random but then steadied, Sammie assumed he was being held, guided. Brief contact with his cock on her pussy made her gasp, pushing back was not possible so Sammie willed the dog to enter her. She felt an inch, maybe more, her base sexuality began to ignite and burn at her core.

The dog began to jab, then thrust sensing it was in the right place. Sammie felt him growing, getting deeper, she snickered encouragement. Humping rapidly and with confidence, he drove his cock hard into the eager, willing flesh of his new mate.

His knot took, and Sammie cherished that sensation, the ultimate feeling of possession. The swelling was pushing his dog prick deeper, bumping against her cervix. He was no longer thrusting, just a constant push. Sammie’s pussy closed over the knot, waiting for that moment when hot fluid would swamp her insides, her stretched cunt creating intense pressure on her clit.

The first wave hit, the heat first, followed by her orgasm, a howling ripping sensation that shredded her being. Sammie welcomed the release as it would allow the dog semen into her uterus which would trigger another muscle contracting orgasm to milk even more from his furry balls. An unholy alliance of woman and dog feeding off each other.

The cycle of semen and orgasm continued as the dog swivelled, causing the knot to tighten, pulling Sammie’s cunt into an obscene pout as he tugged. She cried out, orgasming again, her insides swollen with his fluid. As always, Sammie lost all concept of time but feared the approach of loss, fearing that moment when the monster snagged inside her would dissipate and slip from her grasp.

The release when it came was almost too much to bear, her cunt was exposed and open to the world, she imagined the onlookers could see into her soul. Sammie’s despair was fleeting, quickly replaced by joy as more soft fur tickled her skin, an enveloping weight settled on her and then bliss as the male dog began sealing her engorged gash from view. Sammie smiled and gladly surrendered. She was Dog.

Watching as Sammie mated with the Alsatian cross, Bianca turned to Rachel.

”Fancy giving it a go?”

Rachel looked at her best friend, trying to imagine what was going through Sammie’s head, what drove her to accept this lifestyle. She couldn’t imagine, and she also knew it wasn’t for her. It was Sammie’s thing and she was happy for her friend.

”No, I’ll think I’ll pass.” After a brief pause, Rachel asked: Where do we go from here?”

”How so?”

”I like being Pussy, I like being your pussy,” replied Rachel, almost shyly.

It was a while before Bianca replied.

”I shouldn’t have said anything, I was being silly,” continued Rachel feeling embarrassed.

”No, no you’re not. I like it too, it’s just weird how it’s turning out,” said Bianca.

“Because we couldn’t stand each other?”

Bianca matched Rachel’s smile. “I guess. Shall we see how it goes, try things out?”

“I’d love too, no promises and always be honest. Agreed?”

Bianca kissed Rachel. “Agreed.”

“What shall I do about her?” She inclined her head toward Rosie.

“Who? Rosie? If you want to play that’s fine with me. Just be careful with her. She bites.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that, which is half the attraction. Will you chaperone?”

“Sure. It will cost though.”

“Cost what?”

“My bed, your cunt, my pleasure,” Bianca grinned.

Rachel looked up and smiled. “Deal.”

****

In the bedroom, Michelle tested the restraints. She could barely move as she lay on her back, naked and spreadeagled. The sound of boots on the wooden floor caught her attention.

“Rosie will be here at seven. She says she is excited about dinner with you this evening and she thinks she has pulled Pussy. Also hopes you are okay.”

Tara put the phone down. “Are you okay?”

Michelle tested the restraints again, feeling the hard, uncomfortable intrusion in her rectum. “Do you care?”

“No. Later maybe, but right now, for the next hour or so then no, I do not care.”

Tara was naked save for her knee-high boots. The tall, slim brunette liked the noise they made on the wooden floor.

“I’m ready,” said Michelle, trying to calm her stomach.

“Really? You’re ready? And do you think that matters?”

“No.” Michelle knew it had been a mistake when she said it.

Tara waited for an apology she knew she would never get. Pulling up a chair she sat and looked at that blonde naked girl strapped to the bed.

“I hate you,” said Tara.

“I know.”

“Which is why you trust me to do this, but is that wise?”

Michelle looked at Tara, her face calm, “if it was wise I wouldn’t ask you.” Tara was her latest penance. Sins committed must be punished. ‘Memento mori’ were the words tattooed on the back of Michelle’s neck.

“But I’m not sure you do realise how much I hate you.” Tara’s composure was starting to fray.

Michelle said nothing. She just looked.

“I hate you, yet I have what I wanted thanks to you,” Tara began to cry. “I’m sorry.” Tara pressed the button on the remote.

Michelle arched against the restraints and screamed.

In the hallway, Jane jumped at the sound and held onto Miss M’s shoulder-bag even more tightly.

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