Bitch Tales

Bitch Tales,
By Puppy Foxy
Chapter One
I woke up to a stabbing pain in my head, my mouth so dry and throat sore as well. Looking about, frightened, not knowing where I was, all I saw were padded grey walls, a dim light above me on the ceiling, too far to reach. That is, even if I could stand up, this did not happen when I attempted to. In horror, I saw that my designer jeans wew were gone, as was my baby doll tee shirt, all that I was now wearing was my violet push up bra, with the matching lacy thong.
Binding my ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows were padded shackles, the ones at my knees and elbows connected by an odd padded bar which kept my arms and legs spread apart. The best that I could manage was to rise to all fours, crawling about pitifully like some sort of hairless animal. Oh my God! The last I remembered was going to the women’s toilet at the local mall, while my friends waited outside with our food, then while I was reapplying my lip-gloss, a sharp pinch in my shoulder, then darkness…
I panicked, thrashing, calling out frantically for help, but no one came to my cries. I pulled at the shackles, but could not slip free at all, nor break them. With my hands and feet separated so, I could get no advantage or purchase to work at them, either. I had no idea if this were some sort of jail, mental hospital, or what…
I crawled about my new cell, exploring, finding only two things of note: a slight seam of a door and a metal bowl of water bolted to the floor. I tried to lift some of the water to my parched mouth with my hands, but could not, in the end; I lapped from it, eagerly, wondering somewhat at the odd slightly flowery taste. Not too long after, I felt a bit strange, my body tingly and warm, but calmer in some ways…
Some time passed, and then the seamed door slid open, revealing a tall blonde woman, clad in black leather pants and a leather corset. Her eyes were a cold blue, devoid of any compassion or friendliness. At her belt was a riding crop; in her hands was a metal leash, which she clipped the end of to the black leather collar that she fastened tightly around my neck. Ominously, I heard the collar lock in place. Before I could do more than squirm slightly, the woman spoke…
“So little Puppy, welcome to the first day of your new Life. I am your Mistress, you will obey anything I command you, yes?” So inquired the fearsome woman, who was tall and lithely muscled, and a full foot taller than my four foot eleven inches tall. Who the hells was this woman, and why was she treating me so? Where was I? Why was she calling me Puppy?
I wanted to contradict her, to argue, to demand she release me at once, but I could not make the words come out, all that came out was a nod, agreeing to obey, feeling Compelled, really. This was not enough, though; Mistress swatted my bared bum with the crop, stinging painfully. “You will address me as Mistress, Puppy”
“Yes—Yes Mistress,” I stammered in fright. “But my name is not Puppy, it’s Anna…”
Again, Mistress smacked me with the stinging crop, a bit harder this time, laughing as she did. “That life is over now, Puppy, you are no longer Anna, no longer a girl. You will not speak with your girl voice unless I Command is that clear?”
I inwardly struggled, but in the end Obeyed, feeling to Obey Mistress was the only thing to do. “Yes Mistress”, I answered meekly, trembling. What was wrong with me, that I could not fight back?
Mistress examined me, smiling a bit cruelly. “From now on, Puppy, with your red hair, I will call you Foxy. What is your new name, Puppy?”
Again I struggled, but after some minutes and swats from the riding crop answered, “My name is Foxy, Mistress” Now she was stealing even my name, and forcing me to agree to it! I wanted to ask her why she was doing this to me, and why I could not do or say anything other than what she Commanded. I felt bad when I tried to resist, my head ached and my stomach lurched; when I Obeyed Mistress, I felt better.
“Good girl!” Mistress praised, as She petted my head. Oddly, I felt warm and reassured at Her petting, as She led me from my cell, into a larger room.
This room had a large wooden rack with different objects, as Mistress began the rudiments of teaching me to Obey Her leash commands. I was taught to Sit, no longer as a girl would, but on my fours, with hands in front of me, and bum on the floor. Next was Heeling, following just behind Mistress on the leash, keeping the proper distance. Last and most sinister was to Present, with my head down and my bum raised. Each time that I Presented, Mistress lightly caressed my nethers through my panties.
Never before in my sixteen years had anyone touched me so, except myself a little perhaps. With the shackles and bar keeping my legs parted, I had no way to keep her from touching me so. Struggling brought stinging smacks from Mistress’ crop, Obeying got me petted more. Several times Mistress led me to more of the water, each time I drank things felt fuzzier, my body and mind odd, as if Mistress controlled me more and more.
After perhaps an hour had passed, Mistress attached my leash to a post near an odd slanted bench. “Present!” Mistress commanded, and I did so, head lowered meekly, bum raised up. From the side I saw Mistress walk about me, picking up a pair of very sharp looking scissors. With two swift snips, she cut my bra and panties from me, leaving me nude and exposed, vulnerable.
“Much better, Puppies have no need for girl clothes, do they Foxy?”
“No Mistress, I do not,” I answered timidly, wondering what horrors she might have in store for me. I was not to wait too long, as Mistress went behind me, coating my exposed vagina with something cold and foamy.
“Keep very still, Foxy, my razor is very sharp, and I would not want to nick your little bitchy cunt while I make it all nice and bare, would I?”
“No Mistress, You would not, “I stammered meekly. I felt the pressure of the cold straight razor as Mistress removed every bit of hair from my… cunt, as it now was, I realized fearfully. Mistress in fact spelled out the new status to me then. “This, Foxy,” pointing to Her own crotch, “is Mistress’ Pussy. Puppies do not have a Pussy, though, but just a cunt. Do you understand, Foxy?” Mistress ran Her gloved fingers over my cunt, teasing the nub of my clitty, showing me how sensitive it was. I felt so exposed and helpless, with this strange woman completely in charge of me.
“Yes Mistress,” I agreed, realizing just how low my status was now, as Mistress continued. It was becoming harder and harder to even think of resisting, or displeasing Mistress, as I continued to be Trained.
Mistress now pulled me over the strange bench, fastening my wrists and ankle shackles to rungs on the floor, wide apart. The bench came up to just below my small A cup breasts, leaving them hanging over, nipples hard in the slight chill of the room. I could raise my head up slightly, from its lowered position towards the floor, the bench moved back and forth if I moved my torso some.
“You will now feel a couple of slight pinches, Foxy,” Mistress told me, as She walked about me. I nearly screamed as I felt a needle poke into the now exposed lips of my cunt, injecting some liquid into my most intimate place, now being claimed by Mistress. Then with a different syringe, Mistress injected me in each breast, just under the nipple. “This will be your new daily medicine, Foxy, until you’re fully a good little bitch.” With that, Mistress walked out of the Training Room, leaving the medicine to begin its work…
Chapter Two
After about thirty minutes of helplessly watching time go by on the wall clock, I began to feel… different. My cunt felt on fire, so hot, my clitty swollen and engorged. My nipples were likewise swollen, aching, wanting to be pinched, sucked. My breath came in pants; tongue out even, as I tried unsuccessfully to rub either cunt or nipples against the strange bench, getting ever more aroused, and frustrated. Finally, I near whimpered in relief as I heard Mistress come back in, her boots clicking against the stone floor.
“Why Foxy, my new little bitch, you seem to be in heat!” Mistress said merrily, then laughed, picking up a vial of something and began brushing it against my swollen cunt lips and nipples. Needily and wanting I tried to rub against the brush, to no avail, Mistress merely teased me with it, as an odd musky smell rose to my nose from my cunt and breasts. “And now you smell like a bitch in heat too, Foxy, though in time you will smell like this on your own, without help…” Saying that, to my horror and shame with a bit of forbidden excitement, Mistress pressed a button on a remote by the tool rack, and a door opened, with a little breeze of cold air.
In trotted a medium sized black dog, a Labrador, I thought, as he walked up, lapping at Mistress’ Hand. “This is Felix, Foxy, one of your Trainers this evening.” Mistress patted my ass, and Felix began to sniff and snuffle me all over, cold nose probing, especially at my soaked cunt and swollen nipples! I could not believe that this awful woman was having a dog do this to me. My mind was utterly revolted, but my body seemed to enjoy Felix’ nose and tongue on me!
I trembled in primitive fright, mixed with some shamed desire, moaning and whimpering, “Oh god no, Mistress, please, please no…” I begged, but even though I begged on the one hand, my body betrayed me as the long rough tongue of Felix began to lap at and between my new Puppy cunt lips. Confused yet so aroused and needy, I alternated from trying to scoot away from Felix’ enthusiastic lapping to trying to push at his hot mouth and spread more for him.