The Dog Trainer (1)

While absent mindedly flipping through her feed, Natali came across a post advertising a dog trainer. The post mentioned the usual; getting rid of bad behaviors, obeying commands, etc.. Not sure what overcame her in that moment, she responded to the post asking, “Does that include human bitches?” Natali, surprised by this outburst, hoped the owner would assume the message came from a prankster and ignore it rather than berate her for wasting his time. Deciding to distract herself, she went to make herself something to eat.

She returned to find a red notification waiting for her. In her rush to read the response, Natali almost dropped the newly made dinner. Her eyes drifted over the words.

“Thank you for your inquiry.

I may specialize in dogs but, when it comes to habits, there are many similarities between them and humans. Both are driven by the same physical needs.

If you are interested in having your bitch trained, respond to this message and I will send you delivery instructions.”

Natali felt heat rising throughout her body. Feeling intense arousal at the thought of being trained as a pet. Before her more sane part took back control, Natali responded indicating her interest and requesting instructions. While waiting for the next email, something else required her attention. Her pussy was tingling. She ran her hands down her soft stomach, and across her open thighs. At 24, her body was in great shape. Her tits were perfect for cupping and felt firm in her hands. She gave them a couple squeezes and pinched her nipple. Scenes of a master and a helpless girl played through her mind as she began rubbing her clit. She came just as a new alert pinged.

She read the new message.

“We will start her off with Basic training at 1500$. The time frame differs between each pet, so it would be difficult to estimate how long it would take to complete without initial consultation.

Drop her off at:

1120 Woodridge road. 8PM.

I guarantee full satisfaction with my services.”

Part of Natali hoped that she would return to reason and not do something that was obviously dangerous and crazy. But no, here she was, 8 PM on the dot, standing outside.

“I just want to see what the place looks like” she told herself.

Natali wore skinny jeans that gripped her legs and showed off her curves. Hoping to please, in case she met this “trainer”. She didn’t plan on sticking around though. Just some quick recon.

The building she faced stood alone on the side of the road. The sign above said “Merc’s Pet Trainers”. The place was lit but had no sign of activity. No barks from any dogs either. Deciding to act the role of an inquiring customer, Natali went in. She thought up a scenario about a boyfriend’s noisy dog that needs training, took a deep breath to steady her heartbeat, and stepped in.