Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah stood outside of Matthew's home's front gate on Sunday evening and stewed in her own shame as she waited for him to answer her page.

What are you doing back here? You were out... you were gone overnight! You could have left, he couldn't have stopped you. You could have gotten out of all this!

Delilah had spent the remainder of her first week with Matthew and Whiskey going through rigorous "training" consisting of daily "walks" to improve her comfort and capability with her gear and behavioral practice to improve her memory and recall of postures when called. All throughout the week, the knee pads and mittens had remained on permanently and she'd struggled at first with her reduced dexterity but was growing somewhat more capable of using her mouth in place of her fingers most of the time. What was worse was that the gag-mask she'd been forced to wear left her jaw sore and mouth dry, forcing her to frequently stop off for water to wet her mouth. Since she wore it full-time, she'd gotten plenty of practice dipping her rubber muzzle into the water and slurping it down but it made her no less embarrassed by the sounds she made when doing so. Her ears burned with shame each time she made those entirely dog-like noises of lapping at water from a metal dish on the floor. Since Whiskey's last time with her, that is to say knotting her mouth, Delilah had been kept mercifully un-knotted by Whiskey by Matthew. But the canine still made frequent passes at her, bumping up against her nude body, little nips and bites of affection or dominance, or "guiding" her to nap spots where he would lay with her and prevent her from leaving his side. She always felt small when Whiskey took charge like that and it led to her frequently looking for his presence before she tried to go anywhere before reminding herself that she didn't need to ask this dog for permissions.

And it's only been a week... he's only going to get more controlling of you... you need to stand up for yourself.

"Woof!"

Delilah startles and snaps to attention, her hands clasping together in front of her as she hears him announce himself. She stares through the bars of the fence gate as Matthew holds the house's front door open and lets Whiskey dash out ahead of him. The big German Shepherd sprints up to the gate and leaps up against it as he tries to push his muzzle through, obviously excited to see Delilah return.

And Delilah found herself somewhat appalled and surprised that she was excited to see him too.

A bit surprised and overwhelmed by his excitement, Delilah took a step back as he rattled the gate with his hops and jumps but after a moment she stepped forward again and brushed her hand against his muzzle, earning some licks and whines from the dog as he clearly wanted her back now. She hadn't actually felt his fur in a while thanks to the gloves Matthew had left locked on her hands. As Whiskey hopped, all but standing upright and nearly as tall as she was, she felt her eyes dash down and saw it. Whiskey's tapered prick was already peeking out of his sheath and indicating more than just mere platonic excitement to see her. She blushed bright red as she stroked his wiggling muzzle and found her legs drifting together as a heat built in her loins.

Get a hold of yourself, Dee... he's just a dog!

She was just about to pry her hands off of Whiskey's snout when his master came up from behind him and got the young girl to shrink back fast, even if she knew she couldn't run.

"He was pining for you all weekend." Matthew says as he reaches for the gate handle and pulls it open. He has to grab the back of Whiskey's collar to keep him from springing out and jumping on Delilah. But much as she wanted to just get inside and get this week over with, Matthew wasn't moving out of the way. Instead, as he and Delilah have a brief stare-down, he flashes her a smirk. "And I'm sure he's excited Bitch is back to play. You know the rules, though... right?"

Delilah was about to spit a retort before glancing away. No talking... no walking... no balking. And no... oh shit...

Matthew seems to see the look on her face and can all but tell what she's thinking. "That's right, Bitch. You're back in my care now... be a good girl and present yourself properly as a pet should. As my little Bitch, you don't set foot on the property unless and until you're appropriately dressed. Or, undressed."

The late-teenage girl bites on her lip as she knew what he was asking. She'd guessed as much when he'd chosen her outfit for coming back here. When she spent the weekend at her parents' home, he'd given her a simple instruction for her return. To pack as if she were staying at his house all week and when she did come back, to wear only a skirt and a T-shirt. Now she knew why: She wasn't keeping either.

Keeping her mouth shut to avoid a punishment and taking a hasty glance around, Delilah, still outside of Matthew's property and in full public view, gripped the bottom of her shirt and swiftly pulled it up and over her head. She dropped her shirt to the ground, exposing her upper body to Matthew as she quickly unbuttoned and shimmied out of her skirt. She flushed bright red as she stood completely nude in public view, her perky breasts and taut buttocks on display. But Matthew still wouldn't step out of the way to allow her in. Not yet, evidently.

"Good job, Bitch." He praises simply as she stands completely nude on the sidewalk, whining quietly as she tries to push forward and onto the relative safety, and importantly privacy, of his property. But even still, he was waiting for something else and, tortuously slowly, he reveals it. From a back pocket he reveals her thick and heavy leather collar and holds it up, open and unlocked for her to place her neck into. "Come." He orders simply, using that commanding tone he always did when giving her orders.

She blushes bright red in an instant and wastes no time in stepping forward as her neck nestles into the collar. She was in a hurry to get out of public view, they were still in her parents' neighborhood. People would talk. Almost as an afterthought, she covers herself with her hands and lets out a soft gasp as she feels him snugly lock the collar around her neck and grips the D-ring at the front of it as he smiles at her. "Good girl. Except-" He slaps her hands away and yanks her inwards, pulling her into the gated home and throws her to the grass, causing her to tumble to a stop and scramble to her hands and knees by the time he caught up with her, grabbed her collar drove her face down to the grass, and slapped her raised ass sharply.

"Hyeek!" She screeched as his hand print already glowed red on her ass as he dragged her head up by her hair and forced her eyes to lock with his.

"A pet does not cover herself, Bitch." He says with a sneer before he spanks her again after releasing her hair, the force of which drove her forward and towards the house. Delilah had no complaints about where he was sending her as she desperately wanted to be inside and in private. Even if it meant she was just going to be punished in private. She feels Whiskey scamper up and nudge up beside her, licking her face as she crawled, his tail batting her ass. Her heart was already starting to pound as her mate kept pace with her and she suddenly heard Matthew say another command, calling after her as she makes it to the porch of his home.

"Inside, both of you. It's dinner time and then an early bed time for my pets." He explains as he gathers up Delilah's discarded clothes and her bag with her week's worth of clothes; the ones she wouldn't wear even once. "Like I said, Whiskey's been pining for you... and I'm not going to deny him any further. And... this week? We're working on a new... punishment and reward system for you, Bitch... and someone is bringing you some new equipment tomorrow."

Delilah squirmed as Matthew physically held her down on the living room floor, splayed out on her back as his knee pressed into her lower abdomen and drove the wind from her lungs. She took fleeting, gasping breaths as she fought with what feeble movements she could but with his greater physicality, he forced the firm gag ring into her mouth with relative ease and strapped the rubber dog mask onto her face once again. She hated this mask and made a point of showing it as she shook her head and struggled, refusing to let him put it on her without protest even if it meant some punishment later.

He could just... not fucking put it on! I can keep my mouth shut! She thought to herself as her grunts and whines turned into hollow howls and yelps as the gag held her mouth open. She could bite down on the ring to close her mouth briefly, which she had to do to chew through her "dog" food, but the force it took to deform the rubber ring meant it was always just a matter of time before her mouth snapped back open and her drool escaped out of her rubber muzzle again.

Matthew grabbed her collar again and dragged her a short distance to displace her, making her scramble a bit and far easier to flip over onto her stomach as he spun around and knelt down on her again, this time pointed towards her legs. "You go away for one weekend and you get so fussy, Bitch." He chides almost playfully as he grabs a nearby bottle of lubricant and her tailed butt plug. He starts to lubricate the toy while continuing to speak. "I'm excited to see how you handle the new equipment tomorrow, pet. You were starting to do quite well on your walking training last week... but going forward, you will start truly being my little bitch." He brings the toy down and prods it against her anus, the one that the toy had gotten quite used to filling. Delilah lets out a hollow grunt as he twists and pushes it inside. The slight sting of penetration was far more familiar now. Far more than she'd ever expected it to be.

Suddenly, he shifts back and puts more weight on her torso, pinning her chest and head into the plush carpet before he speaks, his voice changing to one of a disciplinarian instead of an owner. "Bitch? This is a punishment for covering yourself. My pet does not cover herself." He says clearly and distinctly.

What the fuck is he up to no-!

"GyuuUUUHHH!!"

Delilah's thoughts are cut off by a sudden ruthless slap across her bare ass cheek, loud enough to echo in the living room and immediately followed up by another spank. Her pert buttocks jiggled from the strikes and Matthew seemed far from done as he laid repeated strikes as he spoke between the guttural, bestial screams created by her ring gag and rubber canine muzzle.

"At any time, Bitch-" Slap, "You are not to cover yourself. You have no dignity to protect." SMACK, "You have no choices here, you're facing the consequences of your choices." SPANK, "And, above all... I think you're a perfect candidate to become my pet." Slap-slap-SLAP. He finally rests as her ass burned bright red from the series of harsh spanks. Each strike made her tense and scream, clenching on the butt plug in her bottom and only making her suffer another pain for trying to soothe the first. And all the while, each scream drained what little air she could draw into her lungs and left her a gasping, panting, drooling mess on the carpet as the man finally gets off of her and stands beside her prone body.

"Now get up and go eat your dinner, Bitch. You know what will happen if you don't."

Delilah, tears in her eyes, drool down her chin, and pain in her rear end scrambles to her hands and knees. Matthew hadn't put her in anything more than her mask and tail, so she was actually free to stand if she chose but she did not. Instead, she rapidly crawls to her metal dish, the embossed "BITCH" proudly displayed on the side, and dives into the prepared meal. She was too afraid of him escalating the punishment; he'd proven before that more than just her ass was open for punishment. She pushes her masked face into the bowl and, instead of the dry rustling of the human grade dog kibble, it squishes slightly. The food was much softer and as she dips into it she's able to easily grind and chew it up with the rubber gag ring instead of the struggles she was having before.

At least... fuck and it doesn't taste too bad... at least it's edible. Delilah nibbles through the meal as she faintly hears Matthew moving around behind her. But the nature of her mask meant she had to dip deep into the dish to get any food and it all but blinded her to try and eat in this manner so she couldn't keep track of his movements. But she did hear as his footsteps got closer and closer and suddenly-

"Gwu-nnghuuh, mmmfff-" Delilah bolts her head upright and hastily chokes down a bite of food as a sudden, pleasurable sensation spreads through her body as Matthew crouches right behind her and presses the head of a vibrating wand to her pussy, its motors rumbling as it stirs up her cunt and makes her twitch and shudder.

"This is a reward for being so prompt on getting to your dish, Bitch. And it'll keep going until you finish that meal." He says calmly, almost soothingly as his left hand rests on her ass cheek and gently nudges the base of her tail plug with his thumb. "But, of course, if you cum, as all this cunt juice seems to suggest... then you'll be punished again. I certainly did not give permission for that."

Delilah groans as she clenches her hands on the tiled floor and tries to look behind her as she feels the wand buzzing against her pussy. She couldn't deny that it felt good, even if she hated who was doing it to her. She could feel her body betraying her with each drip of her ecstasy running down her thighs, coating the head of the toy, or dripping straight to the floor in a lewd puddle. She shudders as she bends her head back down and keeps trying to eat, trying to ignore the sensations but knowing it was only a matter of time.

If I eat fast... I can finish be-before... mmnf.

"This is the new routine, Bitch. You will learn what is and is not punishment... I want you to learn how to be a perfect little pet when you're in my home. Otherwise... well, you know what the ultimate punishment is." Matthew warns, his voice turning knowingly ominous as he keeps vibrating Delilah's pussy while she eats.

Distantly, Whiskey watches on but had already finished his meal and was just merely waiting. But it was easy to see he wanted to join in more than anything and especially as the scent of Delilah's body wafted over to him. But before he could act on his instincts and before Delilah came, she brought her head up and let out a drawn out declaration.

"A-arooo-" She howls, looking over her shoulder as she pleads with her eyes for Matthew to stop. He looks around her, sees the dish is empty enough to count, and turns off the toy but doesn't pull it away, instead pressing it firmly into her mound to squish the soft, slick folds as he speaks.

"Good pet. You avoid the punishment. Now... time for your reward."

Matthew stands and gestures for her to follow, a motion Delilah immediately responds to and obeys as she wanted to avoid pain as much as possible.

The less this hurts the better... I only have to survive until the end of the summer! She kept thinking this, repeating it, some variation of it. It was her mantra of comfort as Matthew led her, and Whiskey, up the stairs and towards his bedroom. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she got nearer but worse was when he came to a stop and made her face the dog crate as Whiskey nuzzled in beside her, sniffing and nudging her with his nose. He wandered around to her rear end and sniffed at her drooling snatch which got her to jolt and turn but Matthew clearing his throat and speaking got her attention again. And her heart sank.

"Mm-HM, Bitch, Whiskey." He says firmly, getting both of the quadrupeds' attention. He stands beside the dog crate, the black metal wire-frame which was sturdy enough to resist fairly intense efforts to break it, either from within or without, and inside was something new. Attached to the two walls of the cage were four padded leather cuffs, two of them high and at the back of the cage and two low and near the front.

"Inside."

Delilah snaps her eyes up to Matthew as he gives her the order. She knew it was for her. She swallowed as she tipped her masked faced upwards to look at him with fearful, pleading eyes. She shook her head. "Ah-awoh!" Please no, please don't make me-

"It wasn't a request, Bitch." Matthew says clearly as he leans forward slightly. "Reward or punishment, which will it be?"

It was then that she spotted the other option. Blending in to the black wires of the dog kennel, she saw a riding crop resting on top of it, clearly ready to be used on her. The flexible whip with a square head of leather would sting something fierce and, much as she wasn't keen to be strapped down in the cage... anything would be better than that. He wouldn't go easy on her, that was certain. Timidly, she lowers her face and takes measured steps towards the cage, unwilling to go in, unwilling to refuse. Slowly, she crawls into the open gate and Matthew steps around to guide her the last few steps in. And, once there, he grabs her leg and lifts suddenly, throwing her to her side and then further onto her back before he gives her a slight pull and brings her feet to the gate's side of the cage.

"You'll be more eager next time, Bitch. But for now-" Matthew begins as he takes her left ankle and straps it into the leather cuff attached to the side of the cage. She resists briefly but laying on her back, on Whiskey's dog bed fit into the kennel, she didn't have much space to move and even less ability to protest as she stared down at Matthew while he strapped her right leg into the matching cuff on the opposite kennel wall. Finished, she was left with her legs spread open and unable to lift or close them as the leather cuffs couldn't even move an inch off the wire walls of the crate. "-this will suffice. Hold up your arm, Bitch. Fit your hand into the cuff." Matthew gives her an instruction as he stands and goes to the outside of the kennel, standing beside her as she lay on her back, legs spread and body exposed. She looks up and sees the leather cuff was already formed into a loop and the straps to close it were on the outside of the kennel. All he had to do was pull to tighten them and button them closed and she'd be stuck with her hands held up and helplessly out of the way.

But, helplessly, she raised her hand and slipped it into the open cuff attached to the side of the cage. She couldn't even look at Matthew as she felt the leather tighten and bite into her arm, wincing and twitching as he pulled it a bit too tight and lessened it just enough for her to feel comfortable. Comfortable enough, anyway. He repeated the process on her other hand and Delilah was left strapped down in Whiskey's dog bed, kennel walls surrounding her as her bare, exposed, dripping pussy pointed at the crate's gate and the big, 100 pound German Shepherd staring in at her through it.

Satisfied with the tightness of her restraints, Matthew finally speaks up again. "Good girl. Whiskey?"

Delilah snaps her eyes to Matthew, shaking her head violently as she already knew what he was going to order. No, no please... not... not right now, I can't... I won't be able to resist-

"Bed."

Whiskey leaps at the order, dashing into the kennel and excitedly nuzzling and licking at Delilah's face as his master closes the kennel gate behind him, locking him inside with the naked, restrained, spread-out Delilah. She flushed bright red under her mask as the eager canine "greeted" her with kisses and licks but as he turned around to inspect more of her, she was greeted to a full view of his hind quarters. His raised, wagging tail battered the edges of the kennel but worse she got a front-row seat to his erect, drooling cock. Already, Whiskey was dripping with need and that slick, thin fluid was dripping onto Delilah's chest and stomach as he brought his nose down and hotly sniffed at her cunt.

"MMnahh, nwhooo-" she moaned through her gag, unable to protest, unable to move. The restraints only really let her knees and elbows move but at best she could hug Whiskey's big, furred neck with her knees and keep him where she didn't want him. At least, where her rational mind didn't want him.

He's so... big. It's wrong, I shouldn't, I can't. Not with him, not again, not again!

But Whiskey faced no such reservations. As the dog confirmed his bitch was already warmed up, he turns around and starts to crouch down to meet her. His tongue hangs from his mouth as he bucks his hips and drags his cock along Delilah's pussy and pubis.

"Nnnuuhh!" She grunts, gasping as her body twitches from the hot, slick, smooth cock gliding over her sensitive skin. His tip drags more of his slick lubricant and coats her skin wherever it went. It felt like it burned even if it was just the naughtiness and depravity of what it meant rather than what it was. It meant she was about to be fucked by the German Shepherd again.

Repeatedly, Whiskey began to grind his hips back and forth along Delilah's groin, trying to find the entrance and only succeeding at working both of them up further. Whiskey whined and growled with each unsuccessful attempt and Delilah whimpered and squealed, her mask distorting her voice and seemingly spurring Whiskey on as his noises got more and more dominant with each outburst from her. Distantly, she could hear the shower turn on and realized Matthew had wandered off; he wasn't even interested in watching her! This wasn't about him humiliating her, this wasn't about her suffering for his amusement.

This is for Whiskey... I'm just... I'm really just his-

"HUUUAAAHHHHH!"

Delilah screamed in surprise as Whiskey finally found his mark. The dog's tapered cock slipped between her pussy lips and drove into her vagina, his slick cock coating her insides with his dripping lubricant as he sank deeper and deeper with his first frantic thrust. The shock of it sent stars spinning in Delilah's vision as Whiskey's claws dug into her hips, anchoring him to her body as his cock slid right up to his knot, battering against her labia as her shocked clenching stopped it from entering her cunt.

But that wouldn't last as the canine wasted no time in drawing his hips back. The tip of his cock just barely remained nestled in her pussy, enough to keep him lined up as he rutted forward again, causing Delilah to squeak into her mask as her hands clenched into fists and tugged helplessly at the cuffs holding her arms up and open. She winced as his knot kicked her pussy again and his cock slid back outwards. Every movement from the canine was rapid, forceful, and wholly uncontrollable. Delilah's knees tried to clench inwards to stop him but all she achieved was feeling his furred body and taut musculature shift between her bare thighs as he railed her pussy with all the need of a pent up animal. Which is precisely what he was.

Delilah's moans and groans were elongated and distorted by her mask as her furred lover frantically speared her pussy. His cock dripped and drooled with his own natural lubrication, ensuring he would experience no friction for his rutting. Which, frankly, he didn't need as Delilah's own human anatomy was providing plenty of lubrication too. Her pussy juices dripped and sputtered out of her with each thrust, each time his knot tried to enter her. His furred muzzle hung just above her chest, breathing in rapid, heaving breaths and washing his canine breath over her face. She sure didn't appreciate it but it was far from her biggest concern. She was still clenching, trying to keep him from entering but she could feel her muscles growing tired and sore with each pounding thrust. His claws scratching her hips and stomach only weakened her ability to stop him until, with a mind-blanking scrape against a sensitive spot amid her soaked velvet walls, Delilah felt his knot slam into her pussy and renew her clenching all over.

"Hh-guuuuh!" Her breath was driven from her lungs as his knot entered her, a sensation growing too familiar but yet unnatural and uncomfortable for her. And after a weekend away, after being denied any pleasure and denied any touch, this was a shock to her system as her human pussy clenched on his canine knot. And, together, they came.

Delilah's bound legs shuddered as an orgasm was forcefully ripped from her core, sending shock waves through her system in time with the pulses of hot, sticky, thicker canine cum that were being pumped into her incompatible womb. But that was far from a concern for Whiskey as the dog seemed intent on trying to breed some pups into her anyway. Delilah shivered as the warmth from his seemingly endless orgasm spread from her deepest point and upwards as his body rested atop her, panting heavily as her pussy spasmed around his knot and held it in as best it could. Not that Delilah was consciously doing so. But as a tenth, twelfth, fifteenth, twentieth pump of cum shot into her, her body seemingly reacted on instinct and held in as much as it could. The girl's head lazily fell back, resting on the dog's bed as she sucked in hollow, gasping breaths of air mixed with the scent of her mate and her sweat; of their stench.

She twitched as Whiskey began to shift and move again and a wet, lewd, loud, "schh-thwop" hit her ears as his knot slipped out of her pussy and a messy spurt of her juices and his cum shot out of her pussy and onto the kennel's gate and the foot of the dog bed, driven out by the sheer pressure of all of the fluids he had poured into her and how much lubricant her body had produced to try and minimize the pain from his rampant thrusting. Tiredly, she barely even moved as he crawled up her slightly, licking at her face as his cock drooled out the last of his orgasm onto her bare stomach.

She couldn't even hold him as her hands remained stubbornly bound. She could only move her head up and tiredly press her rubber muzzle into his. A submissive thank you from a reluctantly grateful bitch as she remained caged in with her mate.