She greedily ate the rewards I gave when she stopped barking, but swallowing the treat would only send her into a new frenzy, often nipping at my ankle and scratching my legs. Kane would only let me wear skirts around the house, no leggings, no hose, no panties. She didn’t draw blood with her sharp, little teeth, but she easily could have. She wanted treats without a care for what I wanted.
I complained to Connie, and she said it would cost me. I said, “I’ll pay.” We were chatting over audio only. I couldn’t see her sneer. The next day she took Flufflepuss away.
For the first four days after Flufflepuss’ disappearance, Kane wandered the house sniffing. When I walked him, he tracked her outside to the curb where the sheltie’s scent ended. Then he would tug me in every direction, hoping to pick up the trail.
On the third day of the sheltie’s ‘disappearance,’ A clearly frustrated Kane dragged me back home, having not peed once along his quest to find her. Inside the door, Kane bit into my knee length skirt and ripped it off of me! He had never been so aggressive. Instantly, I dropped into submissive readiness. My naked asshole glistened with not-so-recent lube, and my hairy cunt glistened from the juices of anticipation.
In reckless abandon to relieve his frustration, Kane’s cock swept behind my ass, missing the hole. He was trying to drill for dirt. I had recently noticed that he missed more often when he wanted to cornhole me, running his dick along the shallow groove at the top of my butt cheeks. This dismayed me.
I hadn’t put fresh lube in my ass for over an hour. Silicone lasts longer in the bum than water based stuff but not long enough. I kept bottles of it around the house, in the places he would mount me, to add a quick squirt, or seven, just before taking him anally. There wasn’t one within reach at the front door.
Therefore, I gritted my teeth and guided his shining member into my barely greased sphincter. The tapered head slotted neatly into my slippery crinkle. Kane’s next thrust shoved his heavy staff painfully into my anus. I tried to tell myself it would have been worse without lube- “Aaaaa!! It hurts, Master!”
I’m not sure why I called him that. He didn’t know the difference between ‘Master’ and ‘Motherfucker,’ but I remembered saying it before. Perhaps I hoped that submitting to him verbally as well as anally, he might fuck with more mercy. It didn’t phase him. His prick beat at my insides as fiercely as always. Kane was a one speed jackhammer. I think his plowing prick would have torn my insides if not for the waning lube there. Despite my strength on all fours, his hundred pounds rocked me. “KANE! You’re killing me!”
His cock was so punishing, I felt guilty. I was being made to understand that he blamed me for removing his canine companion. I begged him to stop, but even tears couldn’t slow his powerful thrusts. “She’ll be back! I promise!” Out of my mind from suffering his meaty plunges, I tried to reason with him, but I had already reached the limit of our communication.
His head rested on the back of mine, and his tongue lolled out the left side of his jaws as he panted and pummeled my anus. His forelegs tore at my sweater. He had a knack of pressing his claws into the sides of my tits. I had often wished him to scratch my naked nipples while he fucked me proper. Here I was simply being disciplined for betraying his bond with the sheltie. “I’m SORRY!” I sobbed.
Kane fucked my ass longer than usual. Either he was too angry to cum, or was holding back to maximize my punishment. It was only when I felt I must be bleeding from increasingly dry thrusts, did his member stiffen and his knot expand. Steaming cum gushed up my shitter. I hung my head and cried, promising myself to litter the house with bottles of silicone lube.
My masterful husky loomed over me, still holding on to my chest. He growled, as if to say, “I’m not finished with you, you traitorous bitch!” His weight seemed to double, and I almost collapsed beneath him. When my thighs and arms trembled, he dismounted and spun around. I didn’t even try to finger my wet cunt while we stood ass to ass. I wouldn’t have cum. I just cried.
After four days of hunting fruitlessly, Kane grew less frantic to find Flufflepuss. However, he mounted me in the ass more frequently, twice as often as in my regular cunt. He wasn’t going to forgive me any time soon. In fact, he would wake me up at dawn and piledrive my butthole when it was least lubed and most likely to imprint his blame into my stupid bitch noggin.
Three weeks later, at four hundred dollars a day, my bank account was reduced by more than eight thousand dollars. Connie re-introduced to our home, a seemingly kinder, gentler Flufflepuss. Kane went crazy inviting her to play.
“Let them out back, Dog Slut. I’ll explain your new companion’s training.”
As soon as the door slid wide enough, Kane and Flufflepuss dashed into the backyard. I closed the door and turned around, leaving my hands on the handle behind me. Connie’s stern voice worried me.
She walked up and put her hands on her hips. “Kneel.”
I sank to my knees. She stepped wide, spreading her legs. She was wearing loose, faded jeans.
“You’ve already lost the battle with Flufflepuss, Silvee.” Connie announced. “You’re such a submissive nobody, even that rat of a dog knew you couldn’t challenge her status in Kane’s den.
“I’ll take her to a shelter.” I spoke out of fear for the future.
“No.” My trainer commanded. “You saved her, and the alpha has accepted her. As the female alpha, I won’t let you hurt him. Got that, you gutter bitch?” She grunted.
I cringed and looked away.
SMACK! She slapped my turned cheek. “Don’t disrespect me!”
My smarting head snapped back in line.
“You wanted her to stop spazzing out, barking at every damn thing, and I’ve accomplished what you paid me to do.”
There was a “but” coming.
“However, you were sadly mistaken to think that you might control her behavior. Get this through your idiot skull.” Connie glared. “You are the lowest of the low. So I had to work some magic, to get Flufflepuss to respond in a way that satisfies the training you requested.”
“How- what?” I was confused.
“Open the door just wide enough for the little bitch.” She ordered.
When I had obeyed, Connie called out. “Kane! Sit. Sit Kane.”
The big, gorgeous, happy lunk dropped his butt on the grass and waited.
“Flufflepuss. Come. Come Flufflepuss.”
The sheltie trotted inside, looking smug as usual.
Connie gave me a stern look. “Close the door and stick out your tongue.”
I didn’t question the odd request. When the sliding door shut, Flufflepuss launched into a rapidfire string of loud, high pitched yaps! The noise distracted me from the directions I’d received.
“I said stick out your damn tongue, Slut!” She pointed at the furious blur of fur scraping at the glass door. “Aim it at the beta bitch.”
I acted exactly as she told me – and waited. My eyes darted between Connie and Flufflepuss.
Finally, the little dog noticed what I was doing. She gave a disgusted look at Connie, which surprised me. Then Flufflepuss dropped down and rolled on her back.