A Play Date Confession - A Sue Sharp Snippet

 

A Play Date Confession - A Sue Sharp Snippet

Story by: Brentwood

Original Concept by: Nimbletail

            Button panted and dripped with sweat as she was led into the nice, cool house on all fours and at the end of a leash.  She was grass stained and streaked with dirt in multiple places over her petite, pale body.  Puppy girl play dates were always an exhausting affair for her, and this one wasn’t nearly done.  Her and her much more-shapely best friend, Princess, had just finished a particularly intense game of tug-of-war with an old knotted rope in the backyard and their owners were taking them to rest, so that they did boring “men stuff.”

            At the door of Princess’ playroom, Master unclipped the leash from Button’s sturdy pink shock collar.  He patted her raven hair and then made a circular motion with his finger, signaling her to turn around.

            “Present, Button!”  He ordered.

            She tensed, partially from anticipation, but also from embarrassment that she couldn’t hide her excitement from him or anyone really.  She lowered her face to the soft, white carpet and raised her bottom to Master.  She squirmed a little as he fiddled with the catch on the c-string that covered her overheated “puppy parts.”  The feel of the rigid thing rubbing against her sensitive skin always set her off and she whined and wiggled making Master chuckle in a patronizing way that made her neediness even more intense.  She bit her lip and then sighed deeply, savoring it all.

            When the c-string was pulled away, she could immediately feel the cool air against her smoldering skin, making her twitch and twist.  Button glanced at Princess who was being similarly “undressed” by her own master.  Unlike Button, who kept still so Master wouldn’t have trouble taking the c-string off, Princess wagged her bubble butt back and forth and yipped and yapped happily, making the task far more difficult.

            Master pulled a small remote from his pocket and pressed it a few times.  The “pet sitter system,” which was thoroughly integrated into her puppy gear, monitored her behavior and rewarded or punished her depending on said behavior.  Feeling it switch off made Button instantly relax, like slipping into a hot tub after a long day at the office—not that she could really remember what that was like anymore.  She was so used to having the thing monitoring and governing her, that she often forgot about it.  Only when it was switched off did she realize how very oppressive it was not to be able to speak or stand without getting a terrible shock from her collar, the c-string covering her crotch, the bulbous tail-plug stuck up her backdoor, and even the charming pointy doggy ears that were clipped to the top of her head.

            Button and Princess sat up slowly together.  Button moved only after Master’s command, and Princess did so as soon as she pleased.  Princess barked and, while wiggling her behind, trotted into the garish, pink playroom, while looking coquettishly over her shoulder at her owner.  Button dutifully waited until Master patted her on the head and said with a knowing smile, “Play nice, Button,” before closing the door behind him.

            The door clicked shut, and not a moment later, Button felt Princess’ hot breath against the silky, pink skin between her “hind legs.”  She reared up and spun around, placing her backside protectively to the door.

            “Ew, you sure are smelly today, Button!”  Princess put her white, fluffy paw mitten over her nose in a annoyingly exaggerated display.   “God, when did Robert bathe you last?”

            Button blushed, but rather than defending her scent, she was more focused on Princess having the audacity to call her owner by his name rather than his proper title.

  “His name is Master!”  Button earnestly corrected.

            Princess grinned at her and coiled her body in an obvious preparation to pounce.  She clearly wasn’t concerned about what Button called her owner or what she wanted others to call her owner.  Even though Button was ready, she just barely managed to dodge her friend and scamper into the middle of the room when the strike came.

            Princess bounded after her.  “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Button!”

            Button, never wanting to do things the easy way, tried to get away from Princess, but she was too slow and there was nowhere to hide.  Princess leapt onto Button’s back, placed her padded paws on the smaller puppy girl’s narrow shoulders and started playfully humping her.  Button grunted in response, but didn’t really try to get away.

            “It’s so stupid when you do this!”  Button huffed and rolled her eyes.  “What do you think you’re doing?  Neither of us has a knot!”

            “Yeah, but you still like the way it feels, don’t you?”  Princess whispered in her ear and then licked her cheek.

            Button grimaced as Princess continued to hump her.  Princess’ soft skin against hers and the vibrations that ran through her every time Princess’ pelvis slapped against her pert little behind did feel awfully good.  But the best part was the feel of Princess’ paws holding her down—the feel of being dominated made Button turn all squishy.  She was the bitch and she loved it!  She loved it so much that she had to keep reminding herself that it was okay.  When she’d anxiously asked Master about the dirty things other puppy girls wanted to do with her, he’d given her the same calming look he always did when she was troubled and scratched her behind her ears the way she liked before explaining that it “didn’t count” with other puppy girls.

            “It’s just little animals being little animals, baby doll.  As long as you don’t go sniffing around other knots, you have my permission to be as friendly with other puppy girls as you like—unless I say otherwise.”

            Master hadn’t said otherwise.

            He told her to “play nice.”

            That was permission.

            Princess continued to happily hump, pausing intermittently to straddle Button’s leg and rub her slippery slit against the smaller girl’s thigh.  While at the same time she rubbed her own thigh against Button’s wet, swollen pussy.  Both puppy girls whined loudly and lost themselves in the throes of passion.  For Button it was a desperate race to get as much pleasure as she could.  Master liked her to be pent up, so he regularly mated her in her muzzle, sometimes in her tail hole, but he really made her have to earn getting mated in her puppy parts.  What’s more, he never allowed her to paw herself, so she was in a state of needy desperation.  Play dates were the one exception, and Button took full advantage.

            The two puppy girls humped and rubbed until they were both raw.  After “making cummies” again and again, they both collapsed together in a heap onto Princess’ soft, fluffy doggy bed.  Button laid her head on Princess’ warm, amble breast and sighed deeply.  Though nothing really compared to what Master did to her both mentally and physically, there was something about being with someone who understood what it was like to be on the end of the leash that made her feel so connected and so—understood.

            They didn’t talk for a while.  Instead, they dozed, exhausted after playing and playing.  Princess broke the silence by asking, “So, what did you do?”

            Button didn’t move.  “Huh?”  She mumbled sleepily.

            “You got a bright, red ass.”  Princess patted her.  “What did you do?”

            Button sat up and blushed.  “Oh, that…I got in trouble.”

            “Yeah, I know that, but what did you do?”

            Button didn’t like discussing her punishments.  It wasn’t because she was embarrassed about the punishments per say—though she was embarrassed—it was more that she was concerned that it made Master look bad.  After all, a puppy girl’s behavior reflected on her owner and the training he provided.

            “I had a…I had a little tantrum, okay?”  She crossed her arms.

            Princess smiled and sat up too.  “Ha!  What about?”

            “I didn’t want to be kenneled last night.  I wanted to cuddle with Master in bed…So, I wouldn’t go in and when we went to grab my collar to drag me in, I…I nipped at his fingers.”

            Princess paused for a beat and then burst out laughing.

            “It’s not funny!”  Button huffed.

            “Yes, it is!  Robert has you so tamed, Button!”

            “We’re puppy girls, Princess.  We’re supposed to be tamed!”

            “Ha!  Not that tamed!”

            “I guess I should be brat like you instead?”

            Princess looked shocked.  “I am not a brat!”

            “Yes you are!  You never do what your owner tells you to do.  Instead you just wag your bubble butt at him and ‘flirt’ for his attention whenever he gives you a command.  That’s a brat.”

            “Okay, okay, maybe, I am a little bit of a brat, but I think I have the right to be.  You’d understand better if you’d been to regular obedience school!”

            Button was always grateful that she didn’t have to go through what drafted puppy girls went through, but there were times she wished that she had the experience so the others would stop holding it over her head.

            “Okay, that’s fair, but your master is so nice to you.  He gives you new outfits, table scraps, this playroom…Why do you want to act up so much?”

            Princess paused.  She didn’t seem to have an answer.  “…Okay, maybe I’m a little jealous about how Robert—your master—treats you sometimes…”

            Button held in a snort.  Who in the hell would be jealous of how dominating Master was to her?

            “The way he talks down to you, controls you, even the way he punishes you for every little mistake…It’s kind of hot.  And…well, you just seem so happy.”

            Button was taken aback.  “I mean…I guess I am.  You’re not?”

            Princess sighed.  “I thought I was.  I really needed someone to be gentle with me after obedience school, and Joey was just so sweet.  But all this stuff isn’t making me happy like it used to.  Now I want him to step up and take control like your master does with you.”

            Button smiled.  “I hate it sometimes, but it is pretty great.  Whenever Master tells me ‘no’ and swats me, it’s just so…”

            Button stopped.  She was getting all worked up again, which was usually something she was praised for, but she knew that it wasn’t the time for that.

            Princess put her paws over Button’s.  “You got to promise not to tell your master or anyone about this!”

            “Why not?”

            “Because if Joey finds out what I said, he might do it.”

            Button was utterly confused.  “But isn’t that what you want?”

            “Yes, but I want it to be real.  I want him to do it because he finally has had enough of me, not because someone told him that I want it!”

            “That’s being a brat, Princess.”

            “I don’t care!”

            ***

            Button relaxed into the warm, soapy water filling the big bathtub.  Master ran the sudsy cleaning glove over her slippery skin washing away the dirt, sweat and other grubbiness from her body.  The sitter was off again and she could speak freely, but she always waited for him to speak first.  Over time it simply felt more natural that way, plus it took the pressure of having to direct the conversation off of her.

            As he started scrubbing her back he asked, “So, did you have fun today on your play date, Button?”

            Button nodded.  “Yes, Master.”

            “Good.”  He ran the glove down the small of her back and her behind and down between her legs in a way that wasn’t remotely subtle.  “What did you two do?”  He asked and slyly began scrubbing her “puppy parts.”

            “I—” The words caught in Button’s throat.  The rubber ribbing on the glove ran riot over her perpetually over-stimulated nether regions.  Master slowed down and repeated his question.  “We played and talked, Master.”

            Master paused scrubbing.  “Did you let Princess top you again?”  He ticked Button between her legs making her lurch forward in surprise.

            She looked over her shoulder and gave him a dirty look.

            “Oh, baby doll, I love you.”  He patted her head.  “What did you two talk about?”

            Button looked away, which she shouldn’t have done.  It let Master know immediately that something was up.  He grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact with him.

            “Button, what did you two talk about?”

            She could have just made something up, but his intense gaze always made that so difficult.

            “I…I’m not supposed to tell you.”

            Master gave her a stern look.

            “Please, Princess told me something in confidence and I promised I wouldn’t say anything!”  Button was amazed at just how weak she sounded.  Her voice took on a whiney pitch, and it sounded like she was about to cry.

            Still holding her chin, Master said, “I can understand that, but a promise between two animals is less important than a pet’s promise to her owner.  No secrets, Button, now tell me.”

            Button told him all about Princess’ desire for her owner to dominate her.  Master listened until she was finished and then nodded.

            “Good girl for telling me the truth, Button.  Don’t worry about a thing.”  He said.  “I’ll take care of it.”

            “You’re not going to tell Princess’ owner are you?”

            “I told you not to worry about it.”

            ***

            It was a month later, the first part of the play date was over, and Princess and Button were being taken to the playroom like always.  Button was dying of curiosity.  She had been since she’d gotten a look at Princess.  The curvy puppy girl wasn’t wearing one of her fancy outfits like she normally was.  Instead she was just in her standard white paws and leggings to match her ears and tail. She looked like any standard puppy girl, not a spoiled princess.  The real point of interest, however, was her backside.  Princess was just as pale as Button, and so the red marks covering her butt stood out particularly well.

            When the sitters had been turned off and the owners had left, Button scurried behind Princess, pointed with her nose and excitedly asked, “What happened?”

            Princess stuck her nose in the air and replied in a haughty tone, “Master finally had enough of me and taught me a lesson!”

            Button hesitated.  Had her owner told Princess’ owner?  Did Princess know she’d broken her promise?  Was she mad about it?

            “See, I knew it would work!”

            Button relaxed.  Even if Princess was wrong, she’d let her go on thinking her little plan had been a success.

            “So, what…”  Button licked her lips.  “What did he do?”

            “It happened last night.  Master put kibble in my bowl instead of scraps from his dinner, so I started begging for scraps and then when he said ‘no’ I looked him right in the eye and flipped the bowl!  I thought that would be the end of it, but he shocked me with the collar and then he held me down and spanked me until I cried!  Then he kenneled me—where he made me stay the whole night—for an early bedtime with no dinner!  Then this morning there was kibble in my bowl again, which I ate…and before the play date, which he told me I was lucky to still get, he took away my fancy outfit and made me go like this!”  The words spilled out faster and faster as Princess excitedly described what her owner had done, her fluffy tail wagging the whole time.  “It was so hot!”

            Button smiled to herself.  Sure she thought it was hot when Master treated her that way too, but Princess sounded like a tourist in deprivation and degradation.  Button wondered how Princess might sound about getting the same treatment after six months of it.  Still, it was fun to see Princess so genuinely happy in a way only she could be.

            “Oh, and one more thing, Button, thanks for telling your master to talk to my master.”  Princess smiled.