Linda stands outside of a plain looking house that sat secluded at the top of a hill. Even with the large amount of land surrounding it, the house appeared totally modest. Modest enough that you wouldn’t think that the owner of that house had enough money to pay Linda to be there. She had been coming here dutifully every Friday at nine o’ clock and leaving that Sunday at five, for a year now. Every time she did, she walked away with a significant boost to her bank account. It had to be significant because of what Linda did while she was there.
Linda pressed the doorbell and waited patiently. Currently she was wearing a comfy one-piece dress that hung loose over her curvy body with tanned skin. She looked good, this wasn’t the type of job she could get if she didn’t. She was aware of that, and some part of her felt a little bad about it, but even looks aside, this job was very demanding.
Linda glanced at her watch, she was technically a little early, it was just getting to be eight. That wasn’t unheard of lately. When she started this job, she was sure to arrive and leave promptly, but a year in she had become more lax with her arrival and her departure time. There was a shuffling and clicking of locks being undone and then the door opened.
“Linda!” The slender man on the other side laughed joyfully. “You’re here early today.”
“I had some errands to run and finished faster than I thought I would,” Linda said stepping into the house casually. “I didn’t have anything else to do.”
“Yeah, I’ve been there,” the man shut the door behind Linda, locking it again. He was only just taller than Linda with a scruffy blonder hair and beard. “Sorry I haven’t put myself together yet.”
“Oh, come on Bob, you know you don’t have to worry about that stuff with me,” Linda laughed and gave Bob a knowing smirk.
“I guess you have a point there,” Bob laughed with Linda. “We’ve got about an hour I can get you a little snack or something before we start.”
“Why don’t we start early?” Linda said quickly.
“I guess we can. An extra hour would mean I’d have to pay you …” Bob was doing math in his head but Linda stopped him.
“Bob don’t worry about it,” Linda said grabbing his hand. “The usual rate is more than fine. Don’t sweat an extra hour either way. I told you this last time. Remember I was napping when the alarm went off.”
“Ok. I just want to do right by you,” Bob said holding his hands out.
“I appreciate it. Let’s get to it.” Linda sighed as she took off her dress, and the underwear she had on underneath it. “You can freshen up after you break me in ok.”
“Works for me,” Bob smiled and went off to grab a few things while Linda put her clothes in the small backpack she carried with her. With her clothes put away, Linda kneeled on the ground and placed her shoulder length hair in a pony tail. Bob approached behind her.
“Color?” He asked in a serious tone.
“Green,” Linda said exhaling. With that utterance Bob somewhat roughly tightened a leather collar around Linda’s neck. He ran a finger around the circumference and once he was satisfied with its tightness, he clipped a short chain lead to a d-ring on the front of the collar.
“All right let’s get you pretty,” Bob said eagerly. Linda become limp and pliable as Bob got to work. With some effort, Bob eventually strapped Linda into a thick leather bitch suit. Her arms and legs were bound together and clipped together behind her back with mall straps so that she was walking on her knees and elbows, which were both surrounded by thick leather padding to support her walking in relative comfort. A final touch was a butt plug tail, one that was reasonably long and made of a material that wagged effectively as she moved her body. With the whole thing on her limbs were almost useless, and her breasts and privates were left delibaretley exposed. “Everything’s good?” Linda wiggled around a little and took some well-practiced steps in her bonds.
“I’m all good. You’re getting good at getting me in the suit. I think that was record time?” Linda smiled playfully. Bob chuckled slightly and grabbed Linda’s leash tighter. “You should really get a stopwatch you know.” Linda’s smile was growing with anticipation.
“I’ll take that under advisement,” Bob said and suddenly Linda felt the expected, but still surprising, smack of a paddle striking her bare bottom.
It was how all these weekends started. Bob called it “breaking her in.” Every weekend started with a paddling to get Linda into her submissive head space. To some extent it served as a solid transition from the real adult world Linda to the pet she was supposed to be for Bob. When she had first started, it took a lot of work with the paddle to get her into the right head space. These days though, she was ready to call Bob “master” as soon as he put the collar around her neck. Another part of her role, however, was being a toy. Being a toy meant her master played with her until he was satisfied. One simple smack was hardly satisfying to Bob, and to Linda as well. Bob went at Linda’s behind for a few minutes, with each smack Linda let out the appropriate yipping sound. After a few minutes, and a reddened bottom, Bob rubbed Linda’s bottom signifying the end of the breaking in.
“Good girl,” Bob cooed softly as he gently rubbed Linda on the head. Those words mixed with the strong bondage and stinging on her bottom has Linda thoroughly submissive. “Let’s go over your non-verbal colors ok.” Linda nodded and stuck her tongue out panting. Her body wiggled expectantly eager to perform a command. “Red,” Bob commanded. In response Linda emphatically slammed both of her padded elbows onto the ground. “Yellow,” Linda did the same but with only one elbow. “Green,” Linda barked happily in response. “Good girl!” Bob said happily, and tossed a dog treat on the ground that Linda eagerly ate up while Bob scratched her head. “Go in your crate while I freshen up, ok.” Linda barked and expertly walked with her bonds to her kennel.
Her kennel was an extra-large, wire frame, dog kennel with a very large and very plush pink dog bed inside. There were various dog and phallic toys scattered inside and around the general area of the kennel. As Linda was getting comfortable in the kennel, Bob ran her lead through the top of the kennel and tightened it, forcing her head up and not giving her room to lay down in her kennel or move. Linda grumbled in response.
“Oh, it’s just for a second you’ll be fine,” Bob smiled. “Open up for a gag,” Linda grumbled again but obeyed opening her mouth wide. Bob slid in a long phallic gag, and attached it around Linda’s head with a harness. Linda shook her head as much as the short lead would allow. “I know poor puppy,” Bob said laughing. “Now let me go get ready and then I’ll take you for walkies.” Linda gave muffled barks in response as Bob walked up the stairs to the bathroom to get ready.
Linda was left alone and tightly bound in her kennel, which she actually enjoyed. It was these quiet moments alone when she could take it all in. When there wasn’t a distraction with her master playing with her, the reality of her situation set in. When she first started this job, moments like this were ones of intense humiliation. Now though, she reveled in it all. She tugged against the lead and huffed through the gag filling her throat and felt that burning in her loins that she associated with sub puppy space. She struggled that way while her master was getting ready, with no real way to satisfy her growing lust. Bob came back down after a while, notably cleaner shaven and wearing some athletic clothing.
“Oh, someone’s excited for their walkies,” Bob said noting the familiar squirming in Linda and her visible arousal. Linda gave a muffled bark. “I know I know you’re such a good girl.” Bob untied the lead and helped Linda out of her kennel and eventually outside.
At one point Linda was very concerned with her “walkies,” but her being seen naked wasn't her concern while she was with her master. Besides, Bob had a sizeable amount of land. Enough where he could take Linda on walks through his land without running into anyone. Linda grew to love the walks. She found it kind of fun to walk around in her bitch suit; it was a fun challenge to do something normally mundane that was made hard with her bondage. She was proud at how good at it she had gotten. Plus, she had grown to love the feeling of submission that came with her job, and public walks definitely fueled those feelings. Linda proudly kept her appropriate walking distance, walking ahead of her master enough to keep her leash taught but not tugging against it. They spent a few sessions last month ironing this out and Linda was proud of her progress. Bob was as well.
“You’re walking so well puppy. Good job!” Bob said smiling with pride. Linda barked happily in response. The two made their customary walk around Bob’s land. At some point Linda had to stop to use the bathroom, of course she would go outside since she was a puppy. With the walk done, the two returned to the house with Linda notably more tired than before. Bob quickly removed the gag that had caused a large amount of drooling and Linda hurried to her water bowl. The water bowl was part of a set of two plain, metal, dog bowls resting on a small wooden platform along with kitchen wall. The raised position made it easy for Linda to drink and eat from the bowls comfortably. She couldn’t lap it up like a real animal would, but she figured that this was close enough.
As she was drinking, she heard the metallic tanging of kibble landing in the bowl next to her, and soon felt her collar being attached to a hard point on the wall with a short chain. At one point, this hard point was to force her close to the bowl of kibble and encourage her to finish eating it. Now, it was just a part of the routine. When the food bowl was full, Linda moved from water to food and started chewing away at the admittedly foul-tasting kibble. She didn’t know if it was actual dog kibble or not, Bob was careful not to show her. Either way it definitely tasted like dog food, which is to say not good. Linda munched away regardless though. It was bad and she didn’t like it, but she was her master’s puppy, and that meant she ate kibble. Part of her liked that it tasted bad. The sacrifice of her taste bud made her feel more submissive.
It wasn’t long before Linda dutifully had eaten all her kibble and emptied her water bowl. She yipped to get Bob’s attention and struggled against the hard point she was attached to.
“You were fast today,” Bob said coming into the kitchen. “You must have been hungry,” he said leaning down to free Linda from the hard point. She playfully shook her head once she was free. “You ready for dessert?” Bob said with a smirk. Linda barked in the affirmative and the two quickly made their way back to the living room.
Of course, part of Linda’s duty as her master’s toy was servicing her master in the ways one might expect. This part of her duties was one that was slowly negotiated between Linda and Bob over the course of eight months. Linda was nervous and unsure about a lot of this when she first started, and Bob was accommodating for the most part. This was why anything sexual like this wasn’t on the table without heavy negotiation, and Bob was insistent there wouldn’t be any actual. That left oral on the table though. After the negotiations Linda agreed to it, and after four months she had gotten used to it. It was just another part of the job now.
Bob sat down on his recliner and pulled his pants down, quickly revealing his average sized member, though Linda would never tell him that. The chair was low enough to the ground that Linda was at the perfect height. She didn’t know if that was coincidence or design by Bob. Bob grabbed Linda’s lead but he stopped as Linda slammed one elbow down.
“Something up? Speak!” with the permission for human speech Linda spoke up.
“Get the ring gag master,” she said with a smile.
“That is an excellent idea. Good girl,” Bob left and returned quickly with the requested device. Linda opened her mouth and bob tightened the gag behind Linda’s head. The gag left Linda’s mouth forced open, with a very convenient dick sized hole. “Green?” Linda did her best bark with the gag in her mouth. “All right,” Bob said sitting back down. He grabbed Linda’s leash and brought her close to his penis before sliding her open mouth over it.
Linda had learned that for this task she had to be more toy than puppy, meaning she mostly let Bob do the driving. She let him move her head up and down his cock at his own pace, all she did was provide that appropriate noises that she knew he liked and, in record time Linda noted, play host to his load when Bob finished.
Bob sighed in relief. With no way to close her mouth Linda waited patiently with her mouth full of cum. Bob chuckled and as he undid the gag.
“Swallow,” he commanded. Linda obeyed with an overdramatic gulp and then opened her mouth, letting her tongue loll out to show none was left in her mouth. “Good girl,” Bob scratched Linda’s head. Linda abruptly spun around showing her ass to Bob. Even through it was only a few hours into the first, all the activities had gotten to Linda and she was visibly aroused and wanted the same release she had just given Bob. “Ooooo that’s what you want,” Bob spanked Linda playfully. “I don’t think you’re going to get it though. You know you’re much more well behaved when you’re kept wet and denied.” Linda grumbled. “Liiinda,” Bob scolded. Linda shook and refocused her attitude. No more sass just the obedient puppy girl.
Despite her attitude, Linda was adoring the edging. She loved it, and Bob was right. She was way more obedient when she was pent up like this. Because there were rare times when Bob would let her cum if she was continually well behaved. The hope that she would get to come helped drive her. She knew that this was some classic conditional training behavior, withholding reward to ensure continued good behavior. That only made the arousal in Linda more intense. With a more deliberate panting Linda took a spot next to her master’s leg while he recovered on his recliner. Linda stayed driven to remain a good girl by her constant arousal.
*****
Linda was lazily chewing on one of her more phallic toys in her kennel while Bob was browsing on his phone. The two had been busy that weekend, and they were both pretty tired, hence the lazy atmosphere on this final afternoon.
Suddenly, in the middle of Linda’s chewing an alarm went off on Bob’s phone. Five o’ clock. Linda dropped the dildo as Bob looked at her.
“Welp quittin time,” Bob said stretching as he got up from the chair.
“I guess I lost track of time,” Linda said. She waddled over to Bob, who started undoing her bonds starting with the plug tail.
“You were great as usual,” Bob said now moving to Linda's four bound limbs.
“Thanks Master.”
“You’re off the clock now you don’t have to keep calling me that.”
“Collar’s still on,” Linda reminded. “I know my rules. When the collar’s on you’re master. And don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“You got me there,” Bob had finished freeing Linda who was laying on the floor on her back stretching her arms and leg out to their full length. Bob frequently gave her breaks from the bitch suit just to keep her arms and legs limber, but even with that it still took some time for her to get used to freedom. Eventually she felt confident enough to kneel down for Bob to remove the collar, that last piece binding her to him and signaling the return to normal, adult Linda. Linda couldn’t help but feel a little sad. She almost asked to keep it on a little longer, but second guessed herself. She moved to grab her bag that had been stored in its usual spot instead. “So, see you next weekend?” Bob asked as Linda got dressed.
“Not next weekend. I have my sister’s baby shower, remember,” Linda said plainly.
“Oh yeah I forgot,” Bob said with a blush.
“It’s ok,” Linda excused. “Honestly, I think I’d rather be here.”
“I thought you were growing to like it,” Bob smirked.
“It’s not just that,” Linda smirked back. “My sister’s kind of a bitch. I’d rather be spanked than hang out with her for that long.”
“Not even I’m as cruel as your sister it seems,” Bob held his hand to his chest like he was offended.
“You’re more right than you know,” Linda made her way to the door. Bob opened it for her and Linda took a step toward her car before stopping and turning around. “What if I make it up to you? I could come in on some week days. Wednesday and Thursday maybe?”
“I mean I’ll be at work,” Bob explained. “You’d be locked in your kennel for like nine hours.”
“That doesn’t sound like the worst thing,” Linda said thoughtfully.
“If you’re ok with it. I’ll pay you of course.”
“You just said you wouldn’t even get to play with me for nine hours,” Linda said rolling her eyes. “I’d feel bad charging for that. Besides it’s me making up for the lost weekend.”
“I’m not gonna have you do it for free,” Bob said sternly.
“Well …” Linda said thoughtfully. “You can pay me with a new collar. One I can wear home. So I can practice. You know?” The practice excuse wasn’t believable but Bob didn’t press it.
“I think I can get you a day collar. Something subtle,” Bob said thinking.
“Or not. Up to you. And, of course, rules would still apply right?”
“What are you getting at?”
“I’ve been your puppy girl for a year now I think I can start calling you ‘master’ instead of ‘Bob.’”
“If that’s ok with you.”
“It is,” Linda said quietly, but she suddenly turned away. “Anyway, I gotta get going. I got thing to take care of now that I’m coming in on Wednesday.”
“I’ll see you then,” Bob gave a professional wave as Linda got in her car.
AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next one off everyone. I remember really liking the idea of like clocking in for a job and being immediately strapped into a bitch suit and as I usually do I expand that idea out enough to make a story about it. I hope you all like it. As a reminder you can read these one offs as they come out by subscribing to me over on ream