The Dominant Male

into my eyes shyly, and I held her to me.
    I put her though her paces, playing ‘Fetch! with a plastic bone. I fed her banana chips as treats, petting and patting her, telling her she was a good girl when she did what I wanted. I wagged my finger and said, ‘bad girl’ when she was slow to grasp what I wanted of her.
    It was obvious from the start that she was a natural, she just loved begging for a treat, being fussed and stroked, with an absolutely puppy-like eagerness to please. Even the grunting noises she made, without apparent conscious thought, sounded puppy-like.
    I called her to ‘Heel!’ She came to my side, rubbing against me, as my left hand mussed her hair.
    I led her over to the agility course. I pulled out my phone and set it to ‘stopwatch’.
    On ‘Go!’ and a slap on the bum she scuttled off, with an eagerness that could not have been more obvious had she had a waggling tail.
    Despite being shorter than Sissie and a good deal curvier, she beat Sissie’s time on her first go.
    By this time the sun was high, she was covered in sweat and streaked with dirt from wriggling through and under the tarpaulin on the bare earth.
    I called her to heel, and then led her over by the pen. I looped her lead through the pen bars, and brought out the hose that Ian had thoughtfully installed for cleaning out the pen; then hosed her down with the cold water, as she shivered and quivered.
    Then I gently rubbed her dry, with her obligingly moving this way and that, pushing into my hand with whatever part of her anatomy it was patting dry, to ensure I could dry her off all over.
    Then I unclipped her lead, freed it and clipped it back on, had her ‘Sit!’ for one last fuss. Then I asked for each forepaw in turn so I could take off the mitts and unbuckled the collar.
    I sat down on the grass, back to the pen and beckoned her over to me. We cuddled, which she showed she was enjoying herself very much indeed, without saying a word.
    After ten or so minutes, she turned over and crawled over my lap. I took the cue and began to spank her, gently at first, growing harder as I began to get through to her. I stopped when I thought she’d had enough, stroked her bottom all over and slipped a finger in. She was, indeed, very ready.
    She lay there a while more, as she relaxed completely.
    Then she kissed me and said, ‘Best see how Cathy and Ian are getting on.’
    I watched her dress and asked, ‘Are you going to tell Ian what we’ve just done?’
    ‘Hell yes, best fun I’ve had since he first fucked me, that was amazing! Far more fun than being the Mistress!’ she said, dreamily.
    We walked back into the main garden and down to the workshop.
    Cathy caught my eye; I nodded and she grinned.
    ‘Ian says he can make it for me and deliver it next month!’
    ‘We’d best leave him to it then, best be off now.’
    We said our goodbyes, very affectionately, with Ian, looking very puzzled indeed. I guess it was obvious that Angharad and I had been up to something, and she was all over him; but at that point he had no idea what or why!
    Perhaps you’ve been wondering how Steve and Denise’s visit ended, and who the hell Jessie is?
    Ian is The Craftsman, and puppy Sissie. He named Angharad ‘Jessie’ when she became his puppy.
    Anyway, back to our visitors…
    Denise was persuaded to undress (it didn’t take much), Cathie put her long blonde hair in bunches, to match Jessie’s poodle look, and I briefly trained her as a puppy-girl. Later, when left to her own devices, she approached Jessie, sniffing her bum and between her legs. Jessie responded in kind.
    We all enjoyed watching as they pleasured each other, until Steven said, ‘Enough!’ and started fumbling with his fly.
    Ian called Jessie to heel as we tiptoed out, leaving them to it, hammer and tongs, doggy-fashion.
    They were due to sleep on the sofa-bed in the room anyway, so Ian had Jessie walk to heel, and nodded to me, ‘Let’s go and get the whipping-stocks from the car.’
    As we walked out he said, ‘You were absolutely right, as a puppy Jessie loves me taking her doggy fashion, and sucking my cock, but what she really wants now is for me to have her taken doggy-fashion, by a puppy-boy.’
    ‘Did you see Cathy’s nod to me? She’s learned from Denise that she’ll get her chance. You saw he’s well up to it, long and slow!’
    He nodded; we could still hear them at it, as we carried the whipping-stocks into the dungeon.
    Jessie knelt between Ian