Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah whimpers, her entire body feeling sore, flushed, and sullied as she crawls on all fours towards Matthew and Cathy, the blonde woman having returned from her errand upstairs to stand beside Delilah's blackmailer. She had a haughty, mocking look on her face and Delilah, loathe as she was to admit it, couldn't blame her.

Because Delilah was almost completely nude, sweating, and had a face coated in canine semen. There was no saving her dignity. She was debased and her new "master" had forced her to do it to herself.

"Heel, Bitch." He repeats as she stops to stare in despair at the pool deck. His words were always so curt and direct with her, barely a wasted syllable and zero comforting emotion behind it. Pure commands, like training a dog to recognize the sound of one. As Delilah stared down at the scratchy, textured concrete of the poolside, she found it was not pleasant to crawl on in the slightest but it wasn't why she stopped. How had this happened? Why? How? What did she do to deserve this treatment? She has no answers. She resumes crawling just to hear the blonde woman stifle a giggle, covering her face as she hovers at Matthew's side.

"She'll do anything, won't she? Already so depraved... what a pathetic girl..."

Cathy's quiet "whispers" sting Delilah's ears and leaves the blackmailed girl to stew in shame.

She's right... you are so depraved... you did this to yourself...

But Matthew looks at her sharply, silencing her without a word. The order to crawl, and hearing those remarks, only serves to make Delilah's face flush even redder as the humiliation of the salty, musky scent of Whiskey's cum on her face imprinted itself in her brain. It was certainly a permanent smell that she was sure she would never forget even after being able to escape from this man's clutches. He had to let her go... right?

She finally arrives at his feet, still on all fours, and stops when he speaks up, putting her just inches from the tips of his shoes, face-down and too ashamed to look up at him anyway.

"Stop. That's close enough, Bitch. Heel is just to get you close to me. If I'm stationary, you stop facing me, as you are. You then stay still until further instructions are given. Regardless of your condition. If I'm moving, you follow close on my unoccupied side. Like, say, if Cathy here were accompanying me or Whiskey were called to heel too, then you walk where they are not. That's just your privilege as the least among us. But you'll learn how to recognize your commands better. It takes time. In Whiskey's case, he knows his name by now and won't heel unless I call for him specifically. Whiskey! Heel!"

Delilah's heart leaps in fear as Matthew suddenly calls Whiskey over and the canine, usually so disobedient, drops his bone snack and dashes over, coming to heel right beside Delilah, close enough that his wagging tail was batting her in the buttock and thigh before he sat, stifling his tail movements and earning a head scratch from his owner. Something not even Delilah got. She wasn't sure why, she wasn't even entirely sure if it was true, but she felt deprived for lack of a scratch on the head. Some show of affection for obeying would be appreciated, at least.

Instead, he merely turns and gestures to the house. "See? Obedient. You'll learn. But that will have to wait, we'll do your walking training another time. You're a cum-stained mess already. Besides, Cathy wants lunch and I reckon Whiskey does too. Come along, Bitch. You need to learn how meal times work anyway."

Delilah watches as Matthew and Cathy go ahead with Whiskey delaying for a moment at her side, even glancing at her with an odd look in his eye before going to catch up to his master. That just left Delilah with the humiliating choice of following them inside or trying to sneak around the house and out of the front gate, which was presumably locked, and sprint across the neighborhood completely naked with a collar on her neck and dried dog cum on her face.

Unsurprisingly, the athletic teen decided to crawl after the trio, trailing some distance behind as her hands and knees ached from being used to walk around on and her joints themselves hurt from craning her position to stroke off Whiskey.

What the hell, Dee! Why did you... why did you even do that! You can't let him win! He can't break you down like this. Just... endure and get the hell out!

The natural brunette chastises herself while crawling until she realizes that she had once again come up face-to-knee with Matthew who was standing in the way of the sliding glass door to the patio. He merely points at the doggy door set in the wall beside it.

"I have so few rules for you, Bitch. Try not to break them... or do, and let me start inflicting some real punishments on you. I'm sure Catherine would love that..."

The blonde woman appears behind him, sliding a hand onto his shoulder while peering down at the humiliated Delilah. "I would love that... she needs to learn her place... coming in here, getting everything so fast-"

Matthew turns sharply, looking at the woman. "That's quite enough out of you. Get to kitchen and get started on meal prep. You're getting uppity since she's come around. Don't make me enforce your discipline too, Cathy. Go."

Delilah stares up while slightly stunned as the blonde woman, who had been so haughty with her, bows her head meekly at Matthew's sharp chastisement and vanishes into the house without another word. What kind of influence did this man have on her? Surely she wasn't in the same situation as Delilah... she recalled hearing Matthew call her partner but all he called Delilah herself was-

"Bitch? Are we hungry? Get your head out of the clouds and your useless ass inside. Whiskey won't wait forever and your master should never have to wait."

The man's words were cruel as he pours on the implicit humiliation before he slides the glass door closed and leaves Delilah to turn, crawl to the other "entrance," and push the plastic doggy door open with her hand, and blushes as she crawls past him without a word and towards the kitchen where she saw Whiskey patiently waiting by his usual meal spot. On the countertop, Delilah spotted both Whiskey's stainless steel dish and... that other one.

Matthew strides in beside her and goes for the dishes, taking both and giving them a shake to indicate they were full. He looks at his two pets and faintly grins.

"Alright, Bitch. Meal time. You'll get two of these a day, same as Whiskey. Plus whatever treats, snacks, or drinks you're offered. Savor it." He turns and gives Whiskey a quick command before setting the bowl down in front of the German Shepherd who quickly begins eating. He then turns to Delilah. "Simply put, you are the little pup around here. You're the bottom rung of this ladder. You eat after Whiskey and at my direction. To earn your meals, you'll complete a simple command and have done a decent job of your training to earn it. Don't worry, this stuff is very nutritionally dense, so you'll get nice and healthy from only a couple meals. Might take some time to adjust to the hunger though... you'll get there."

Delilah feels a sinking sensation in her stomach as Matthew explains what her meals will look like under his "care." Only two meals... and what task?

"We'll keep it simple today. Bitch? Sit up, beg, then lay your fore paws flat on the tile. They do not come up until your meal is done."

Delilah stares at the man for only a moment before recalling that hesitation was akin to disobedience here.

Quickly, Dee... he's a fucking psycho, he'll just make Whiskey cum on you again or something twisted...

With her thoughts and fresh memories running loose in her mind, Delilah quickly shifts her position and gets up into the posture Matthew had taught her; beg. She squats up, putting her toes downwards and sits on her heels before bringing her hands up to frame her boobs and squeeze them together slightly, making her blush as she feels like a slut for showing herself off for him.

For boyfriends and cute shags at a party, sure, but for this monster? She thinks to herself as Matthew watches her arrange herself.

She forces herself to look up at him and that stainless steel dog bowl in his hand. She bites her lip for a moment as she mulls over what he said about her begging earlier. That he'd like her to be a bit nicer with it, entice him and such...

But he can go fuck himself. She thinks as she keeps her mouth shut and bows forward, planting her palms flat on the tiled floor at shoulder width, as directed, and stares at her hands as Matthew sets the bowl down between her hands. And on the angled side of the metal dish, pointed right at her as she'd seen when she fed Whiskey herself, was a bold embossed word; BITCH.

She realized now that he must have, at some level, planned this. He'd already had that bowl by the time she first came to feed Whiskey. Delilah glanced over at Cathy, or Catherine as Matthew had called her, as the blonde re-appeared in the kitchen with an apron and a smirk, taunting Delilah with just a simple face that exuded condescension and superiority. But it was Delilah who was wondering if she was using what had once been that blonde's own food bowl. She hoped so. She decided she would assume as much until she found out otherwise.

That fat-titted slut on her fours eating like a dog... yeah, I bet she did...

Turning her attention now to the food in the bowl, Delilah recoiled briefly as a rather intense stench hit her nostrils. It sure wasn't a flattering scent, this... dog kibble. That's all she could see in it. Small, round, tough-looking nuggets of something approximating food. A glance over at Whiskey's dish revealed they were indeed different so she wasn't just eating Whiskey's dog food but that didn't make it look, or smell, any less like dog food. Delilah grimaced as her stomach did growl all the same and the eager, rapid crunching and swallowing of the big Shepherd beside her put her mind on food. The smells rising from the stove didn't help either as Matthew and Cathy set to making their meal as the naked, collared, humiliated late-teen was forced to eat her meal from a dog dish.

Bending her head down, she steeled herself and took a scoop of the food up with her tongue and bit down. It was hard and crunchy, making a clear sound as she crushed the hard kibble and tried to wet it with saliva to make it easier to chew and swallow. But the longer it was in her mouth, the longer she had to taste it. And it tasted like dog food smelled. Unpleasant. Not... impossible to eat, but her nose was rioting at the aroma it gave off and the fact that she was indeed eating this. Each swallow hit her stomach like a small stone, sitting heavy in her gut but less so from its actual condition and more from the shame. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was just dog food.

It was, above all, dehumanizing.

It was embarrassing to be down on the floor on all fours eating her kibble beside this actual dog who was scarfing down his food quite happily. It was miserable being bowed down like this, her body sore and her face reeking of canine sex. Each bite of her food made her emotions well up as tears started to gather in her eyes, occasionally streaming down to drip into her dish.

And, as she got halfway through her meal, she quietly snapped. Delilah clenched her hands and bowed her head, drawing shuddering breaths as her forehead hit the edge of the bowl, pushing it aside as she seethed quietly. She wasn't sad. She was furious. How dare he do this to her? Why was she letting it happen!?

Delilah lifted her head and sat up on her knees and pushed herself up, standing up completely for the first time in a while and immediately drawing Matthew's attention as he stood on the opposite side of the granite kitchen island, frying pan in hand and gaze fixed on her. The two seemed to be waiting to see who would speak first.

"You can't keep doing this to me. This is insane!" Delilah said with a shout, clenching her fists and shaking slightly as she stood fully nude in his kitchen. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cathy peek around the wall from the dining area to see what was happening as Delilah stood up against her blackmailer; her abuser.

Matthew Orem calmly set the frying pan down on the unlit stovetop and looked back to her as he rested his hands on the countertop. Just from his stare Delilah felt her willpower wilt a bit and seeing Whiskey stop eating to watch her didn't make her feel any better. She was truly outnumbered here...

"Are you sure this is what you want? To be punished?" Matthew replied calmly. His voice was smooth and confident as ever but it still put a shard of ice in Delilah's gut. "Pity. You could have been treated so nicely... but if you're going to defy and disobey... Catherine? Could you fetch Bitch a plug tail, please? We'll be in the living room."

Delilah was about to reply when Matthew suddenly started moving. He glided across the tile and caught her collar with ease, yanking it up and choking her a bit as he walked into her, forcing her to scramble and stumble backwards before being bent backwards over the couch back, earning a pained squeak from her choked mouth. Matthew's hand clamped over it to silence even that. His stare was lethal and sent shivers down Delilah's spine as he had moved, grabbed, and now held her with so little effort. She was easily a foot shorter than him, or a little bit more, and his hands were strong, large enough to easily cover her mouth and with a grip that refused to budge even as her hands flew up from the couch cushion to grab his wrist and tug, earning nothing for her trouble.

With his hand holding her mouth, he slipped his other hand off of her collar and dragged it down her neck before grabbing a C-cup tit, clenching hard and making her wince. He tugged it outwards and earned a muffled cry as he showed her quite easily that she was powerless to stop him. And he wasn't done.

"You need to understand something, Bitch... you made your choice already... to obey, be a good girl, get trained, and not get exposed for what a depraved little slut you are. To defy me is to break that agreement. But... I do so enjoy some justification. So, what the hell... disobey all you like." He says with a slowly-growing grin. It widens until Delilah can only see one thing on his face as his hand roams down from her tit to brush over her belly and finally clap over her bare young adult pussy; enjoyment. Not pleasure, not lust, not even glee. Just proof that he enjoyed this.

"Disobey... so I can do this without batting an eye."

Matthew's hand clenches on her labia, pinching down and gripping tight as Delilah screeches into his muffling hand as he starts to lift her lower half up with her cunt as his handle. She releases his wrist and flails her arms as he tips her backwards and drops her head and shoulders first onto the couch, releasing her mouth as he grabs her legs and holds her upside down. His left hand grabs her legs and pushes them "up," throwing them over Delilah's head and effectively folding her in half as her feet hit the cushions beside her head and her ass sits upright and at the top of the backrest of the couch, completely exposed and right underneath Matthew's hovering hand which drops down sharply, spanking her forcefully-raised behind.

"H-hya! No! Unf! Stop! This isn't fai-YOW! Hey! Sto-HYAAA!"

Delilah's protests are cut off by a wicked spank of her cunt, Matthew's hand slamming down to punish her labial folds before delivering two more swift spanks on each ass cheek, making her legs flail and squirm as he uses one hand to keep her from rolling away or trying to kick him. Her knees bend and her heels batter uselessly against her own thighs and buttocks as he deftly stays out of their way and delivers more spankings during his chastisement.

"You aren't allowed to speak, Bitch." He chides, spanking her repeatedly to make his point and turning her ass from peachy pink to burning red with each slap. "You will wait for permission before speaking... you're not some girl spending the weekend or a cute niece staying the summer... you're my little pet. A toy. A plaything. A little cumrag for my dog to use and a foolish girl who can't keep herself under control."

Delilah's hands were clenching at anything and everything as she tried to wiggle away, writhing in his strong grip as tears flowed freely out of her eyes, running up to her hairline as she was held upside down. And she heard, faintly over the brutal spanking Matthew was delivering, Cathy's high heels clicking on the tiled floor as she returns from her fetch-task.

"So I guess we'll be doing things the hard way. Punishment, discipline, restraints, and endless training until you get it right. Either way... it'll be fun for one of us." He says ominously as his stinging palm takes a break and leaves Delilah's ass cheeks burning bright red and her pussy aching from some stray blows and some more focused beatings. Tears stained her face and she was panting heavily, heaving and choking on her sobs as she had never been spanked like this before. And he clearly wasn't done. And he'd barely even raised his voice! Just enough to be heard over her desperate screams and pained yells.

Matthew holds out his hand as Cathy comes up with the plug tail. The same one Delilah had been "experimenting" with while she was dog sitting. He grabs it by the plug and holds it up, showing it off for her. "This one is a bit pedestrian but it gets the job done for now. I'm sure you enjoyed it but since you're struggling to understand your place, Bitch, you'll be wearing this permanently. At least... until we upgrade it... because a little bitch like you is going to get used to this one quick. I can already tell..."

No! Don't! P-please don't make me wear that thing... then I'll just be...

"You'll look much more appropriate with this in, too... my little bitch." Matthew taunts as he pushes the tapered steel plug into her rosebud, making her squeal and bite her tongue as speaking would only earn more spankings. The toy flared out, making her clench her teeth and hiss as the combined pain of bruised bottom and spread sphincter was enough to make her eyes water all over again. And then... it was in. The toy slips past her tight ring and slides into place, getting "sucked" into her rectum and snugged up against the inside wall of her anus as Matthew pushes on it a few times to ensure it was indeed all the way in. He then takes her thighs in hand and spreads her legs, giving him a clear view of his spanked, sobbing pet with her puffy red pussy between them. "You'll keep this tail in all the time, pet. If you ever drop it, remove it, push it out, or let it be removed without permission... we'll repeat this punishment and then some. I'm sure you didn't enjoy..."

And, with a raised eyebrow, he pauses. Matthew reaches in and brushes his finger along her slit, making her moan from the pain of his spanking on her bare cunt. But it wasn't the pain that made her blush, nor having his finger there of all places, it wasn't even a soft, teasing coo from Cathy's direction. Delilah looked up at Matthew past her mons, between her legs, and turned bright red all over.

No... there's no way... I can't be-

"Wet? Why, my little Bitch... you are full of surprises. Seems she liked it instead." He says, standing back upright and stretching a little strand of clear, gooey fluid collected from Delilah's pussy. He looks down at her as she remains frozen in her awkward position, resting on her shoulders with her legs bent back and crumpled against her chest, hands clutching the couch as her loins shiver at his touch, at seeing a fresh drip of her pussy juice seep out to drool "up" with gravity, running over her clitoral hood and up past her belly button before she finally toppled over and clenched her legs closed. She was too stunned to speak. And some part of her knew if she did he'd just start this humiliation all over again.

Matthew lets out a soft sigh as he wipes his pet's pussy juices off on his slacks and looks the nude Delilah over. "Seems that she's a little tuckered out... Cathy? Since this bitch isn't keen to finish her dinner, take her to her kennel without it. I'm sure a bit of hunger tomorrow morning will change her appetite."

Delilah flinches as she hears his orders to the blonde and starts to rouse herself, wanting to protest but Cathy got to her first, gripping Delilah by the collar and dragging her awkwardly off the couch with a mocking smile.

"You heard master, Bitch... let's get you locked up nice and tight..." she says loud enough for Matthew to hear as he wanders back to the kitchen. But once she thought he was out of earshot, Cathy leans in closer, pulling Delilah's face up with a crueler grin. "And once you're in my room... master won't be checking on you at all. After all, it's friendly bonding, right?"

Delilah shivers as she sees a look in Catherine's eyes, the blonde yanking on Delilah's collar and forcing the nude girl to scramble to keep up as she's half-dragged up the stairs and led to the left, into the spare bedroom on the right side of the hall. Inside, as before, the sparse furniture was nothing to take much note of but now there was a fully-assembled dog crate in the middle of the room. The black wire mesh was more than sturdy enough to resist physical attempts to break out and a numbered padlock meant it wasn't being opened without the code. On the side of the cage was a "hamster bottle" with a full bottle of water and steel dropper to drink from. The bottom of the kennel was a textured plastic basin, perfect for catching any spilled water... or other liquids.

Catherine seems quite cheerful as she drags Delilah into the kennel, forcing her in with a sudden and harsh stomping kick on the girl's plugged ass.

"Y-yeowch! What was that for!?" Delilah yelps as she topples into the cage and scrambles up and around, just for the gate to be slammed and locked in her face, leaving her stuck in a small metal kennel, not even high enough for her to sit up in and forcing her to remain on all fours or curl up on the bottom. She couldn't even stretch out fully in here!

Catherine gives the top of the kennel a slap, making the entire thing rattle and ring around the poor confused and slightly dazed human pet as her ass stung from the punt from the mean-spirited blonde behind her.

"No talking, Bitch. You're a little puppy now... and dogs don't talk."

Delilah looks up with her jaw slightly open, realizing that indeed Cathy wasn't doing this all for Matthew's sake. He wasn't even here! She enjoyed this.

"Did you think you'd get to break the rules because master's not here? Tsk, tsk, little Bitch... let's show you what it really means to be the bottom submissive in master's house..."

Delilah watched with growing concern as Catherine pulled away from the kennel and went for the bedroom door, shutting and locking it before turning back to the trapped human pet. Catherine began to peel off her tight vest and shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing more than her seductive heels and an intricate pair of lacy, open-crotch black panties. She grins devilishly as Delilah stares up at her, half-prone and trapped in a wire box. "I've been waiting to put you in your place, Bitch..."