Road Trip - A Sue Sharp Snippet

              

            Button gave Master her best “puppy dog eyes” and her most pathetic whine even though she knew it was pointless.  Master smiled down at her as a man might smile down at a—well—at a dog.  The look was a mixture of pity and assurance, but most importantly it was a loving look.  Despite her efforts, Master’s strong hand still held firm on the back of her head, his fingers intermingling with her short, raven colored hair that still smelled faintly of doggy shampoo.  In his other hand he held the object of her scruples.  It was a light brown, leather muzzle with a shiny, jingling brass buckle.

            “Don’t be difficult Button.”  Master’s voice was quiet and calm, but she felt the force of his words underneath.  She knew not to test him, and yet she often did, sometimes even when she didn’t really want to.  She couldn’t’ explain why.

            She stuck out her bottom lip and whined louder. She bounced once on her knees to emphasize her displeasure making her small, milky white teats jiggle ever so slightly.

            “I don’t make the laws, Button, but I do follow them.  ‘All puppy girls have to be secured in a carrier and muzzled while traveling in a moving motor vehicle.’” He explained patiently.

            What idiot thought of that?  Probably no one who ever had to wear a muzzle for hours on end!  Do they even know how stale the drool gets?

            Of course, they didn’t.

            It wasn’t just the discomfort that made her not want to wear it.  Button had learned to associate the muzzle with being punished for being bad.  You got put in the muzzle for growling and nipping at other puppies at the park even though they wouldn’t stop sniffing at your backside.  You got put in the muzzle for barking at a blonde bimbo who was flirting with Master.

            Master gave her head a little shake.  “Look, Button,” he said, and flipped the muzzle over so she could see what was on the inside.

            Her eyes crossed a little and she felt butterflies in her stomach.  It was a facsimile of something she’d gotten very well acquainted with over the previous few months.  It was a mold of Master.  Her mouth popped open without any further urging from Master.

            He smiled.  That time is with pride.  “That’s my good girl!”  He praised and ruffled the pointy, clip-on dog ears she wore on top of her head.

            Button felt herself swelling between her hind legs from the praise and the anticipation of what was to come.  When the smooth head touched her tongue, Button gave a start.  She was amazed how they had managed to infuse his taste and his scent into the thing.  She could still tell the difference between it and the real thing, the real thing was warm for one, but it would definitely be the next best thing.

            Her heart beat faster and her panting increased as Master slid the mold into her eager, willing mouth.  She reminded herself to relax and to swallow it as it came. She was getting better at handling him, but she still needed a lot of practice before she’d be as good as the other puppy girls.  When the panel of the muzzle touched her lips, and the whole length was inside her mouth, she closed her eyes and tried not to choke as the head tickled her tonsils.  She tried and failed.  Panic welled up inside her as she gagged.

            “Relax, Button.”  Master’s voice was soothing, making the fear subside.

            While breathing through her nose and keeping her tear blurred eyes on him, she began to suck on the silicon, a bit embarrassed to see that it had pacified her so, but too relaxed to care.

            With her rhythm found, she was in a daze as Master guided her into the cramped little carrier.  The small air holes on the sides and the little wire mesh door were her only means to look out.  Before closing her up in the back of his SUV, Master tapped on the carrier’s door to get her attention.

            “You can have fun with that on the trip, but that doesn’t mean you get to play without supervision.”

            Button’s brown eyes went wide.  He couldn’t be serious.

            Eh…he’s always serious.

            “That’s right.  No playing!  And don’t think I won’t know.  You’re so squeaky I’ll probably be able to hear you over the road noise and the radio no matter how quiet you think you’re being.  And just to be extra sure, I’ll smell your paws when we get to the lake, so don’t even think about it unless you want to start our vacation off with a bright red tail instead of a good, old-fashioned mating!”

            Button took a deep breath.  She supposed that she could manage that, even it would be hard to keep her padded, plush paws off herself.  Then, to her horror, Master held up the remote that controlled, among other things, the vibrator nestled between her legs.

            She shook her head frantically, and then the buzzing and vibrating began.  Pleasure surged through her like an electrical current.  Button fought the urge to reach back and rub herself, and instead merely humped the air in a vain attempt to make the awful neediness go away.

            “That’s my girl!”  Master chimed.  “Just think of this as a few hours of foreplay.  I’ll sure you’ll be ready for the ‘knot’ by then!”

            The door closed and the car started.  Only a minute or so into the journey and Button didn’t know how much more she could bear, but she would bear it.

She would.