Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah wakes with an ache in her bones. She weakly opens her eyes and looks around, her face pressed into the dog-scented bed inside the crate in Matthew's room and starts to stretch, only for her bitchsuit to stop her hands and feet from going far. She stretches anyway, elbows up and out above her head, knees wobbling as her quadriceps vibrate from their first use of the day.

It hurts all over... today is going to be miserable...

The pet girl cautiously props herself up on her side. She was getting a little bit better at that, the whole "moving around" thing having been stuck in the bitchsuit for a full day since getting put in it the first time. As she shifted and got as comfortable as her restrained body allowed, she pondered over the last day and change. After her "reward" with Matthew on that first day, she'd been given something approximating free time to rest and relax. She'd chosen to lay down in the living room while Whiskey gnawed on a bone and Matthew went off to work on something. She was never quite sure what he did or where he went without her and she convinced herself she didn't need to know. When he came back, he'd run her around the yard again until she was gasping and begging with bestial utterances for a rest. He'd responded by making her do one more lap until she collapsed and finally carried her inside and left her beside her food and water bowl until the evening.

The following day, yesterday, had been much a repeat of the first day in her bitchsuit. Matthew had left Whiskey in the kennel with her overnight but the dog seemed tuckered out enough from dragging her around the yard that all he'd done was lay beside her, nuzzling up to her face and groaning and growling quietly as he relaxed with his mate. She at least appreciated him not forcing himself on or in her after collapsing from all the "walking" practice. She had however woken up with Whiskey's mouth gently chewing on one of her tits which had been quite the wake-up as he squeezed cautiously, his pointed teeth making each bite-down feel like a series of pinches and her panicked yelps had woken Matthew up and startled Whiskey. The teeth marks in her flesh proved her gestured explanation. Matthew's spanking had hurt anyways. A "good bitch doesn't wake her master unless it's an emergency" which seemed to define for her what he felt was an "emergency". Throughout the rest of the day, he'd been consistent on keeping her leashed to Whiskey except when he ran Whiskey around the neighborhood at which point she'd been staked in the back yard and left to lay in the warm sun. By the time he came back, she was sweating all over in her suit and her scent was potent enough to get Whiskey pining for her, even if Matthew had prevented the dog from acting on it. "She's not ready for a reward, Whis" was all he had said regarding that. The rest of the day proceeded as expected: a mushy lunch, practice in her bitchsuit, Whiskey pining and nuzzling her, sniffing when he wanted, licking when he could get away with it, hopping up and mounting her but Matthew always chased him off before penetration leaving both pets somewhat pent up and denied. Dinner was more of the mushy kibble that Delilah was getting better at eating and finally had been locked alone in the kennel so she wouldn't wake Matthew again when Whiskey started playing with her.

All of which led to this morning as she stretches in her brown and black suit, the peach-fuzz-fur rustling as she rubbed her thighs together and brushed her inner arms against the sides of her head to scratch some itches beneath the hood.

It's... it's miserable and tight and awful... but at least it dries out okay. I still kinda smell... and the head wrap is starting to ache... I wonder if Matthew would take it off for a little bit. Not like I can ask for that or anything. Delilah finally drags herself up and looks around the master suite and, curiously, spots neither Matthew nor Whiskey nor even any evidence of either. She was alone in here with her bitchsuit, plug tail, and aching muscles.

"Hhnnn-" A soft whine escapes her mouth as she exhales. She doesn't react to the noise; she was growing used to it by now. With nothing else to do, she shifted position and laid back down with her face towards the kennel's gate and the bedroom's door and settled in to wait.

Where... where are they? Maybe they went out for a walk? Maybe... maybe he's meeting someone? Oh I hope it's not Ophelia or whatever... she'd have some awful studded canine dildo to reshape my throat or something stupid... mmnf- Delilah squirms as her thighs press together automatically at the naughty thought of some oral training at the hands of the blonde's devices and toys. It's this damn suit, it's making me think all kinds of horrible things... just a few more weeks, that's all... surely. It... wait... Panic skewered through her heart as she looked up, peering around for any kind of timepiece as an unsavory thought crept into her mind. It... is... Wednesday... right? Or is it Thursday? Tuesday? And my... second week here. Second week, Wednesday. I'm sure of it. Only... fuck me, two more days this week and six more weeks until I was supposed to leave for college. I'll have to try and recover over the weekend. I'm not wearing clothes at all just to get the feeling of this suit off me...

Rattle-rattle-rattle

Delilah startles awake as she looks up to see Matthew standing over her, a slightly amused smile on his face. She wasn't sure when or for how long, but she had clearly drifted back off to sleep. He was dressed far more casually than she was used to. He normally wore those sturdy slacks and white shirt that gave an air of casual sophistication but now he was in short athletic shorts and a tight shirt that revealed a certain amount of bodily definition. Were he anyone else, she might have even complimented him.

"Still asleep, are we Bitch? Or did we fall asleep while waiting." He teases as he crouches down once Delilah had raised her head and made acknowledgement of his presence. "You have my apologies. Whiskey and I had an... appointment. He's doing well, and is outside. You, on the other hand... well." He unlatches the crate gate and pulls it open but stays in the way to keep Delilah stuck inside as he reaches in to grab her collar and drag her out, planting her face-first on the carpet. "You're going to be doing some joint training." He says as he kneels beside her, "You seem to have slept nice and soundly. I hope you're not too sore, because we're going to work on your posture and behavior today, for the most part. There's rewards in it for you..."

Delilah's brain had only one word as she felt the man's hand slide under her neck and clip a leash to her sturdy leather collar. Fuck. If he was going to be making her practice postures, something they'd been doing since her first day with him but now in this bitchsuit, she just knew he was going to be strict about it. As he stood up and pulled the leash taut, a whine escaped her open mouth as she choked until she got up to her "paws" and began to follow.

Today... is going to hurt so, so much.

Matthew stood opposite Delilah, Whiskey sat right beside him and staring her down as the human pet squirmed on the lawn under the shared gaze. Even if most of her anxiety actually came from the looks Whiskey was giving her.

"Now listen up, little Bitch. We're going to go through your standard sequence of simple postures. After that, you and Whiskey will do some tandem behavior and walking. There's some... events coming up and I need you two trained properly." Matthew straightens up and Delilah finds herself doing the same, raising her head slightly as she stands on elbows and knees, back straight and tail upright. "First, we'll go through the three you know, along with some slight modifiers for them. But... you may have noticed some issues given your new form, pet. I'll help you learn how to posture correctly. After those, we have a couple more to teach you. And then we'll do heel and priority practice. Ready?"

Delilah stares at him. You don't care if I'm ready. "Hhyuhf!"

Matthew smirks as she barks at him, knowing how humiliating it was for her and why she chose to do so now. She was learning that any rules infraction was worth a punishment. And evidently, avoiding punishment and pain was forefront in her mind. "Good girl. First, we'll learn sit again. This one gets some changes. Firstly, you will tip back and sit up on your hind quarters. Yes, this will likely press your tail up into you. You're not allowed to let that stop you. Spread the knees to give yourself a better foundation, straighten your back, and sit with your back vertical." Matthew steps forward, Whiskey keeping his place with a single gesture from his master, and squats beside Delilah to help her sit back.

She found it was surprisingly easy to balance her weight backwards and plopped onto her buttocks when a squeak escaped her gag as Matthew's prediction was right and the tapered canine cock-shaped butt plug in her rectum poked her insides as she sat down on it. Matthew chuckles and places a hand on both her belly and the small of her back to help her balance as her elbows tucked down, squeezing on her cheeks as she clenched her eyes to weather the pain of the plug in her bottom. Upright like this, she was acutely aware that any spectators would be treated to a view of her perky B-cup breasts and the rosy pink nipples decorating them. But as Matthew's hands slid off her body, that was the least of her worries as she tried to spread her knees to keep balance and she peeked her eyes open to see what was tickling her pussy; a tiny stream of aroused fluids leaking out of her lips.

"Good girl. You found your balance quite quickly. I'm pleased." Matthew says as he steps back to ensure she was indeed balancing correctly. She looked cute, with her elbow pads showing off the pink paw "beans" underneath and her mouth panting softly as she tried to resist the vague arousal of being posed and shown off like these, even to just an audience of one. "But here come the modifications. This is sit, but there is also an upward and downward sit. You don't need to do much. Upward just has your head upright and eyes forward, tilted up a little bit as you will be down below everyone's waistline. You will also bring your fore paws up hold them level at shoulder-height. Downward sit will have you bowing your head and your fore paws down to your chest. Try imagining touching your nipples with your paws, even if you can't really reach any more, and you'll have the arm position correct. Ready? First, sit-up, please."

Delilah's brain drank in the information he was speaking over her and she quickly obeyed as he gave a command. Thankful for the mask as it blocked her blush, she brought her head up and blinked at the sunshine beating down on her but did as she was told; head up, elbows out and even with her shoulders just below her eye line, and chest heaving as she found herself staring at Whiskey as the dog stared back.

Matthew walked around her once, nodding as he reaches down to rub on her fuzzy skullcap, flicking one of her fake canine ears. "Good. Sit-down, pet."

Perhaps it was the nerves, perhaps it was impatience, but Delilah slammed her elbows down to her chest as her head bowed low and, as she rocked forward from this action, overcompensated and teetered back. "H-hyee!" Flailing arms and a yelp of distress sounded out before she flopped onto her back, grunting as her head hit the grass and her tail twisted up beneath her and tugged on her inflated knot plug. Matthew waited only as long as it took her to come to a stop before he crouched down beside her and-

THWACK

"HHYYYAAAUUH!" Delilah lurched as she felt a solid slap across her exposed right tit and saw a small palm-sized leather paddle in Matthew's hand.

The man lets her howl of pain diminish to a soft whimper before squatting down to rub the flat of the paddle over her spanked breast. "Punishment, Bitch. You're much too hasty; there was no rush. Next time, take it slow and keep your balance so I don't have to do that again in front of guests or observers."

Observers!? Is he seriously going to make me perform these stupid tricks for people!?

"But that's enough. We'll run through these later. Up." Matthew reaches up and grabs her collar, helping haul Delilah off her back and throwing her onto her knees and letting her get back into a "resting" position on elbow and knee as she winced from the lingering sting of the leather paddle and the square red mark on her right breast. "Next is beg. Fairly different from before. Where sit used to have your paws down, now beg will. Sitting expects you to be alert and able to see commands, therefore you needed to be upright. You used to do so for begging, but you'll be far humbler now. To beg, push your hind legs together, bow forward, forehead touching the ground but not your muzzle. Angle that little puppy head of yours to keep your mouth clear of the ground. Fore paws up and out above your head, like you're reaching up for something and all the while keep your back straight. You will then hold completely still. Got it?"

Delilah, already feeling butterflies in her stomach, nodded weakly with a quiet "uh-huhf".

"Good. Beg, Bitch."

The petgirl shuddered as she let her elbow pads slide forward in the grass, carrying her downwards until she tipped her head forward to rest her forehead in the grass. She dragged her thighs together as she felt she was stable enough to manage it, straightened her back, and shivered as her sore muscles screamed in this stretched-out posture. She wasn't sure she could even get back up from this! With her back straight, she had to fight a ticklish sensation as her bare breasts swung briefly from her movement, hanging just low enough beneath her torso to brush the tops of the lawn grass.

"H-huuunnnh..." She couldn't see him so she had no clue whether he approved but she held as still as she possibly could and strained from the effort as this position hurt to hold.

But it only took a moment for Matthew to approve. "Good Bitch. Reward."

A pang of discomfort shot through Delilah as Matthew stepped up and squeezed on the upraised tail, sending a pump of air into the knot buried in her anus. "HHnnHH!!"

How is this a reward!? He-

Matthew's hand slid comfortingly over her bottom, one of the first gentle touches he'd made back there in ages, and speaks firmly but calmly as she chokes back her pained moan. "You'll start to learn that any touch from your master can be a reward, pet. Provided you treat and appreciate it as such. Now, good beg. Enough, up you get." Matthew grabs the back of her collar and lifts, dragging her back up to her padded elbows with a relieved gasp as the stretch on her muscles relinquishes and she's returned to a ready posture.

Panting and drooling from both ends, she meekly raises an eye to watch him pace back over to Whiskey's side, preparing for his next direction.

Just... treat punishments like rewards? Yeah right, bastard...

"Next one, Bitch. You like this one, remember? Play."

Delilah shivers as she recalls the last major time he called her into this posture and Ophelia had shoved a fizzy packet of something or another into her pussy! She did not like this one!

"There are some slight adjustments, given your new shape. But it's not far from the previous one." Matthew kept his voice steady, betraying no level of displeasure, satisfaction, or even harshness that might come from someone who just slapped her breast with a leather paddle as he explains her new posture. "As before, the key points are a low head with upward eyes and a raised bottom. To help you keep the posture perfect, you should have your chest low enough to press your cute puppy tits to the ground but still get your head and face up, looking at whoever is in front of you. While doing this, your ass is up and wagging your tail. You do not stop until released from the position or someone, like Whiskey, acts upon your position. Do you understand?"

Delilah's head was spinning from the sensations running through her. Her tit still stung, her heart was thudding in her chest and her hooded, masked head was throbbing with... something. She could hear her heart in her ears almost as loud as Matthew's voice but all she heard from herself as he finished speaking was, "W-whuff!"

Almost immediately, with his directions fresh in her brain, Delilah shifts forward again. She let out a low and long whine as her shoulders ached from having so much pressure put on them but the moment her breasts touched the grass and sank to the dirt she let out a relieved sigh. Still with a few inches to go before her chin hit grass, she lifted her head and propped herself up on her covered hands, framing her masked face as her knees spread outwards and lifted her bottom up. She blushed red under her suit as she knew what she was about to do was among the most humiliating things she's done. But it was this or that paddle. Delilah wiggled her buttocks side to side. Slowly, at first, as she got the rhythm and slowly sped up as she got the cadence down. Right until she felt a pang in her gut as the knotted, inflated plug in her rectum jostled around and stirred her insides up.

It aches and hurts but... in a weird way it also feels... kind of good? P-please don't tell me I'm starting to en- She shook her head in her hands, a bit of her drool flicking to her shoulders. No. I'll never enjoy this. Never!

But even if she hated it, Delilah kept wiggling her backside as Matthew took a slow tour around her before taking one hand and pushing just beneath her shoulder blades, making her groan as he manually arched her back more, making her ass look more pronounced and her head even lower.

"There. Try that for a posture, pet. When you play, the idea is to be enticing and excitable for spectators and-" He slides his hand up her spine to grab and turn her head, making her look at Whiskey who was sitting upright and watching her intently. And, between his furred legs and at the back end of his body she could see he was definitely enticed and excited. "-and especially your alpha mate. He's always the first one you want to look to for confirmation, Bitch. I'll be the one to punish you with a paddle, but don't be surprised if he takes correction into his own jaws if you do something displeasing. Though... you've already felt that, haven't you?" He teases before his hand leaves the back of her head, slides up her arched spine, and gives the plug two more pumps, making her whine loudly across the grass.

"Reward. You're doing such a good job, Bitch. You can stop wagging now and get yourself back into a ready posture. I'll wait."

Delilah groans as Matthew releases her tail without any additional pumps and she feels the full weight of the toy, the bulging base of it locking it in tight and making her feel like she had a whole hand up there or something! In truth, it was likely closer to an inch and a half in diameter, maybe two, but for one who was still getting used to it, the toy felt like it was liable to split her in half. With Matthew backed off and Whiskey, though clearly impatient, standing by she began trying to pry herself off the grass. Her sore and tired body resisted but she knew he'd grow tired of waiting quickly. She grunted as she tried, on routine really, to unfold her legs to stand up just for the slightly elastic sleeves her legs were locked into to stretch only slightly before snapping her tired muscles back into place, earning a pained grunt from her again as she attempted the same thing with her arms, her hands only coming a couple inches off of her shoulders before being brought right back into position.

Okay... the suit designed to give me some "recovery" stretch doesn't stretch... at least, not while I can barely lift my arms...

With her hands and feet out of the question, Delilah rocks herself to the side and picks up one knee and then the other, working her way up until she pushed her forehead into the grass, got her elbows down flat, and pushed to bring her torso and head up, huffing and puffing as she looked at Matthew for her next instruction. He seemed... acceptably pleased.

A simple nod of approval was all he gave her, but she was thankful it wasn't another squeeze of her plug's pump or a slap on the ass with that paddle. "Next, we'll start one of your two new postures. You're going to love them."

Delilah had a feeling she would not, in fact, love them.

Matthew stepped forward and looked down at Delilah directly, that faintly confident, faintly smug smile on his face. "The first new posture is show. Both of these new ones are no longer for your comfort or pleasure. They are for others' pleasure. Show is simple. You will find who the command is directed to, crawl to them, get close enough, turn, and raise your little puppy hind as high and neatly as you can. You are free to wag, bounce, or roll your hips, but your ass stays up until indicated. The important detail being to know who your target is and obediently present your perky ass for them, regardless of your comfort. Unlike play, this one is about presenting your female assets directly. Understood?"

The human pet's heart pounded in her chest, icicles running up and down her spine. Yes, I understand... what I can't understand is why. That's! This is nowhere near anything what you promised when I agreed to be a pet- I mean be obedient for you! This is unfair!

But, as ever, all that escaped her mouth were soft whines and short grunts until Matthew tilted his head up and flashed a devious smile at her. "Bitch... show for Whiskey."

Delilah snapped her eyes up to the man and she saw the knowing look on his face, knew what she was likely in for. But he wasn't asking her. He was commanding her. Swallowing as much spit as she could to wet her dry throat, Delilah fixed her eyes on Whiskey's chest, avoiding his eyes, and started to crawl towards him. Matthew had to give several "stay" commands to Whiskey until she got close enough and awkwardly spun herself around on sore limbs. She flushed bright red under her mask, her face warm enough to melt butter and brought her head down again and raised her behind for Whiskey. She shivered as the dog leaned in and she felt his hot breath over her loins. Her pussy was drooling with need, the sheer audacity and depravity of these commands was stirring up all manner of feelings inside her and she couldn't believe she was still tolerating this.

"Good bitch. Reward; Whiskey- hit!"

Delilah jolted slightly as she heard Matthew tell her she was being rewarded and immediately an unfamiliar command directed at Whiskey. And almost instantly, she heard a sharp yip from Whiskey and felt his whole weight tumble into her as the big canine hopped up, slammed both fore paws onto her body, and crashed his hips against her raised buttocks.

"HYYAAGH!" Delilah howled into her ring gag as her entire body was shunted forward and she felt Whiskey's tapered cock glance off her ass cheek and his strong paws and claws dig into her hips, pulling her back into him as he tried again, looking for her leaking entrance that was definitely dumping a scent that screamed "fuck me now!" The pet girl grunted and whined repeatedly as Whiskey tried once, twice, and three times more before he got lucky and speared into her folds, making her howl again as Matthew walked around, scratching Whiskey's ears briefly before settling down in a low squat in front of her, her head already being dragged back and forth in the grass as Whiskey's rutting began. Matthew had been keeping the dog pent up and teasing him with Delilah all day, even since yesterday, and he was making her pay for it.

Whiskey was already developing a rapid fucking pace by the time Matthew, keeping his hands to himself, clicked his tongue and spoke up to Delilah. "Bitch? That was a good show for him, wasn't it? He could barely resist. Let's talk about your last posture."

"HYAAAGH! MMNFAAAHH!"

Matthew chuckled as Delilah, also having been effectively denied any penetration or pleasure beyond the thick plug in her ass, screamed in feral ecstasy as Whiskey rutted her with reckless abandon. He continues anyway. "The last posture for you is backside, Bitch. Backside!" He shouts, seeing her glassy eyes weakly track to him as her thighs clenched together and her gagged-open mouth howled and barked with each painful penetration as Whiskey double-stuffed her along with the plug in her ass. "It's a simple pose. All you have to do... is roll over, get your hind legs under you, and lift your hips. Get that tail off the ground. Get it off the ground!" He says, barking his orders again to ensure Delilah had heard above her choking grunts and moans as Whiskey's pace quickened. Matthew smirked as he watched his dog rut his plaything like there was no tomorrow.

"Bitch!" He barks, stepping up quickly to grab Whiskey's collar and drag the howling boy off her for only a moment. "Backside!"

Delilah let out a frantic gasp as her brain put together what Matthew had said. And, as his command comes through and her pussy isn't being pounded by canine cock, she all but throws herself over, tongue poking out from her mask, and props her knees beneath herself and spread them wide. And, with a burning pain in her muscles from sheer exhaustion, lifts her red, drooling pussy while aiming it directly at Whiskey.

"Good Bitch! Reward!" Matthew yells over Whiskey's loud whines and barks before releasing his collar and letting him mount Delilah again.

The canine powered forward and, as his paws slammed down on either side of her chest, he found her pussy with ease as she raised it just enough to meet his hanging canine cock and, with a shared howl of pleasure and penetrative pain Delilah's legs clenched tight as an orgasm was forced out of her body. Quivering, with a brain barely functional beyond the basest of instincts, Delilah was beginning to wonder if she preferred Matthew's rewards or punishments more...