A Summertime Treat – Another Sue Sharp Snippet

 

A Summertime Treat – Another Sue Sharp Snippet

Story by - Brentwood

Original Concept by - Nimbletail

            Button was excited, and for once, not just sexually.  Master was such a health nut that even if she were allowed to have “people food” she still most likely wouldn’t have been allowed junk food. Without exception, for months on end she’d eaten the same two meals of carefully measured puppy kibble every, single day.  So, when Master told her that she was going to get a special, summer treat at the bark park, Button just knew it had to be ice cream!

            Before they went out, Master took special care to slather any of her exposed skin in sunscreen.  Given the scantiness of her puppy gear, he had to use quite a bit despite her small size. She shivered and wagged her “tail,” not just from the chill of the lotion, but from the feel of Master’s hands gliding over her bare back, the tops of her “hind legs” and “forelegs,’ her rump, her belly, and her little “teats.”  Even though he did her face as well, he plopped a pink gingham patterned doggy sunbonnet on her head to protect her scalp.  As if that wasn’t ridiculous enough, it even had two holes in the top to accommodate her fake dog ears.  She made a face as he tied the prominent bow under her chin.

            If I wanted to cosplay as Laura Ingalls Wilder I would have joined a living history group…

            “That’s enough pouting, Button.  It’s for your own good and you know it.”

            He was right.  He was always right.  He did take care of her better than she ever took care of herself.   She’d gotten sunburns countless times before, but ever since she’d become his property, she hadn’t gotten so much as a little rosy due to his attentive care.  Besides that, she didn’t want to ruin her chances at ice cream by acting up right before the walk, so she turned her frown into a smile and lolled her tongue like a happy little puppy.

            “That’s better.  That’s my good girl!”

            Button leaned into his palm as he patted her and imagined how sweet her future treat would be.

            The heat was intense and the sun was bright at the bark park that afternoon.  Natural dogs and puppy girls alike romped around chasing balls, Frisbees, and each other.  Owners casually waved and nodded at one another as they passed each other on the shaded walking paths.  Some paused to make small talk while their pets “socialized” by sniffing at each other’s faces and hind quarters.  Master seemed to be on a mission and kept the walk going, which was just fine with Button. She hadn’t quite warmed up to greeting and being greeted yet, especially on hot, muggy days!

            Panting and sweating, Button scampered along, making sure to stay at Master’s heel just like she’d been trained.  He was so casual and dignified in his stride while he held the leash that guided her.  Despite how much she disliked the heat and getting sweaty and smelly, a part of Button enjoyed the fact that by looking and sounding so pathetic by his side, somehow she elevated him.  The realization always made her feel all squirmy inside.

            They’d been walking for what felt like an hour.  Master always walked her further than she liked, but if she whined he would have told her that it was for her “own good, “ and he was, once again, probably right.  Button began to wonder if she was going to get her treat at all, but finally she felt the familiar, guiding tug on her leash taking her away from the familiar path to a spot in the park she’d never seen before.  There was a small stand under a nice shady awning with a sign over it. Button’s heart leaped when she read the words, “Doggy Delights – Ice Cream and Treats.”  Even though she was so hot and miserable, her tail seemed to wag on its own.  She had been right; she was getting ice cream!

            The line in front was made up of an equal mixture of natural dogs and their owners and puppy girls and their owners, but Button was too busy watching the woman behind the counter handing out the treats to think about who was in line and who wasn’t.  Her eyes locked on each treat being handed out.  Her mouth watered in anticipation as she saw cones and cups piled high with ice cream of seemingly every flavor.  Would Master let her choose her own flavor?  She guessed not, but she couldn’t help but imagine the privilege.

            Finally, their turn came.  Small and down on all fours as she was, once they were at the counter, Button could no longer see the menu, which only made her shake more with anticipation.  What would Master get her?  Would it be a scoop of rocky road on a waffle cone?  A dish of strawberry?  Two scoops of cookie dough on a sugar cone?

            Get a hold of yourself!  It’s just ice cream!  Yet, her mouth continued to water, her little tail continued to wag, and her excitement continued to build.

            “Hey there, I’ll take one, heck, make it two scoops of pineapple sorbet. And she’ll have a puppy popper.”

            “Yes, sir,” the woman replied, rummaged around behind the counter, and then handed him a bag a few moments later.

            After paying, Master led her to a bench in a shady spot and sat down.

            What’s in the bag?  What’s in the bag?  

            After agonizing seconds he took a small dish of sorbet and a spoon from the bag and took a bite.

            “Mmm, that’s good!”  He exclaimed.

            Button sniffed at the bag and gave him a sideways look.

            Come on.  It’s not funny anymore!

            “Oh, is someone excited for her treat?”

            Button knew that there was only one appropriate response to the question. She popped up onto her hind legs, spread them wide, and began to beg, her paws and teats bouncing as she shook and whined pathetically while she allowed the drool she was usually careful to hold back to escape from the corners of her mouth.

            Master chuckled.  “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”

            He took one more bite of his sorbet, savored it, and then reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like a clear pop sickle on a wooden stick at first. Button stopped bouncing and cocked her head to the side as she examined it.  It only took a moment’s scrutiny for her to realize that it wasn’t shaped like a typical pop sickle.  In fact, it looked more like a male dog’s…knot.

            Even though she was disappointed that she wasn’t getting proper ice cream, and more than a bit annoyed at the shape of the “puppy popper,” she was hot and thirsty and it looked delightfully cold and wet.  Since it was clear, she wondered what the flavor would be.  She renewed her begging, this time sticking out her tongue that she might catch the droplets coming off of it.

            “Ah, ah, ah.”  Master pulled the treat back.  “It’s not flavored yet, Button.”

            She paused again in mid-bounced and looked up at him quizzically.

            “Face down, present, Button!”  Master commanded.

            Daily drilling made her less hesitant in following commands.  Before her mind was allowed to start to discern what was about to happen, she’d already gotten into position.  Her nose was to the warm concrete, while her scrawny behind was to the sky.  The moment she was down, she felt Master’s shoe on her leash, pinning her down a moment before she felt the c-string that covered, and often stimulated, her puppy parts being pulled away.  Exposed to the warm air and to the view of anyone watching she felt herself twitch.

            “Just as I suspected,” she heard Master say, his fingers not quite touching her smooth, swollen lips.  “You’re way overheated.  Let’s kill two birds with one stone, eh?”

            Button turned her head as far as she could, the lacy edge of the sunbonnet made it hard for her to see her periphery.  She tensed as she saw Master bringing the “puppy popper” towards her gapping entrance. She whined loudly and strained against the leash, but to no avail.

            Her shrieks were still animal-like enough not to set off her shock collar, but they had the effect of attracting the attention of multiple owners and their pets.  The moment the ice touched her sultry lips her whole body went rigid and she reflexively clenched to keep the freezing thing out of her, which like her struggles against the leash were to no avail.  The terrible coldness continued to slide up her tight, well-greased, over-heated opening.

            She heard one of the other puppy girl owners laugh.  “Her first time with a popper?”  Robert must have nodded to the man in response.  “Thought so.  Don’t worry about her.  I think my pup made twice as much noise!”

            “Is that really good for them?”  She heard a woman ask.

            “Oh, yes,” she heard another man respond.  “Puppy girls get so hot this time of year that they really love it.  And besides that, you know how puppy girls are with knots!”

            “Well, yes, I suppose so…”

            Button gritted her teeth as Master continued to push the thing inside of her. The iciness penetrated her depths making her whole body shiver despite the temperature.

            “That’s my girl…”  Master cooed, calming her despite all the people watching and talking about her making her feel more than a little distress.

            Master’s voice guided her mind like the leash had guided her body.  She felt her own hot wetness mingling with the cold wetness of her treat.  It began to slide in and out of her and she began to relax and whimper.

            “That’s right.  Enjoy your treat.  That’s why we came here.”

            Button relaxed herself and took it inside, but it was Master’s voice--Master’s command—that allowed her to finally release—to “make cummies.”  Her senses were overloaded and for a moment she was lost in clenching, and straining, barking and whining.  Finally, the thing iciness withdrew from her feverish place, and Button slowly came back to her senses.

            Master’s foot was no longer on her leash, so she gingerly sat up.  The people gawkers were gone and the popper had melted significantly, but there was still enough left to “enjoy.”  Master held it in front of her slightly open mouth.

            “It’s flavored now.  You may have it,” he said with a devilish smile.

            Button had been made to taste herself plenty of times.  Master always insisted she “clean up her mess” after he mated her or even just fingered her.  It wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed, but a part of her liked it because it made her feel more like a dirty, little dog.

            And I am a dirty little dog.  And a dirty little dog likes to taste herself so…

            While Master enjoyed his last few bites of sorbet, she sucked and licked busily at her Button-flavored puppy popper.  It wasn’t how she’d imagined her day turning out, but things seldom turned out like she thought they would—whether she was on two legs or four.  At least with Master always keeping her guessing her life as a domesticated little pet wasn’t boring!