Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah lets out a low whine that escalates into a pained grunt as she awkwardly puts her foot onto Whiskey's hip and pushes, trying to un-knot herself as her labia had closed around his knot and held it inside before a sudden jolt from the canine gets her off of him. Or, rather, him out of her.

"Hhnnn-NGAA!"

Her cry drowns out the wet pop of his knot springing free but her vocalization does nothing to stop the sudden torrent of seed pouring out of her cunt and into her bathroom's bathtub. She'd dragged the canine, with significant difficulty, off of the bed and into her private attached bathroom to make the clean up far easier to manage and once she saw how much was pouring out of her she was happy for her choice.

Her cheeks flush red as a veritable waterfall of hot canine spunk streams from her body and splatters lewdly into the tub. Whiskey had hopped up after being freed from her pussy and nestles in beside her, licking at her cheek and temple. She peeked down beneath herself and saw his dangling, softening cock still dripping with the last bits of his seed and soaked in her own slick juices. The very sight made her shudder and helped Delilah clench her vaginal muscles to push out as much cum as she could while she knew her parents were downstairs waiting for her. She had spent a good couple hours "cuddling" with Whiskey after their frantic morning rut so it was already 11 in the morning. Her mother had sent a short message a little while ago that just read "Matthew's joining us for a quick lunch. Bring the dog and join us." Which had, of course, been a concerning message for Delilah as she had still been in bed and knotted and her tummy was showing a faint bulge from all the cum she had milked out of her knotted lover. And as cum splattered wetly against her calves while she knelt on all fours in the tub she knew she wasn't out of the woods yet. She reeked of dog musk and canine cum and as she heard her phone blip again she knew she was out of time.

Getting out of the tub, she got a towel and dampened it quickly before she wiped her legs as clean as she could and trotted over to her closet again with Whiskey in tow. But once she got there and Whiskey sat in the walk-in closet's doorway, she paused and looked at him with a growing blush on her face. Biting her lip, she went to her panty drawer and quickly dug into it and pulled out two pairs; a cherry-red cheeky cut and a plain black thong. Turning to the attentive canine, she took a couple steps closer to him and held out both pairs for him to inspect.

"G-go on, Whis... pick one." She murmurs quietly, as if worried someone else might hear her offering the dog her choice of underwear. A spike of warmth raced through her body as the canine stood up and immediately nudged his nose into the black thong, clearly far more interested in it for whatever reason and Delilah needed no further excuse. She blushed as she stepped into Whiskey's choice of garment and did the same for a sleeveless blue cropped top and pathetically short miniskirt with a black and white checkered pattern. She blushed as red as could be when she looked at herself in her closet's floor-to-ceiling mirror and flipped her skirt up for just a moment to see her thong was already soaked in the crotch from both her juices and the glut of canine cum that she'd been unable to force out in the tub.

A punitive glare at the canine is quickly cowed as Whiskey stares right back and makes her look away. "S-sorry... you just made such a mess, Whis..." she mumbles quietly as she flips her tiny skirt down and does nothing to wipe away his cum. Her stomach churned in more ways than one as his hot seed seeped out of her with the help of gravity and crept down her bare thighs. The skirt Whiskey had chosen was barely 7 inches long and did frighteningly little to cover her ass and pussy and she knew that his spunk would be visibly running down her thighs before long.

But Whiskey chose it... so it's what I'll wear.

Finally ready to leave her bedroom, she lightly grabbed his neck fur to walk him alongside herself as she led him from the closet. She scooped up her phone and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt before leaving her room and downstairs to the dining room.

Rounding the corner, she saw her parents and Matthew all staring at her. She felt more naked now than she'd felt when Matthew had forced her to strip nude outside of his front gate. Arriving at the dinner table where a place setting already prepared for her beside Matthew, she saw a plate with a sandwich waiting for her as she felt Whiskey's fur slip from her fingers as the canine trotted over to sit beside his master. Timidly, but as naturally as she could manage, Delilah sat beside Matthew and felt a humiliating squelch in between her legs as her thighs closed around her cum-stained thong and she hoped nobody could smell it. A knowing glance from Matthew told her he already knew.

"As I was saying, I was hoping to have your permission to take her to see my company this week. Maybe... Friday?" Matthew says as Delilah nervously squirms beside him, a bit out of the loop as the conversation about her went on.

Thomas nods casually as he lets Marissa speak. "That shouldn't be a problem. And just so long as we get a chance to see her now and then... I think you're right that she'd do well with some perspective on things. More experience is never a bad thing. School is really only for the basics, she'll learn everything once she has a good mentor."

Delilah snaps her focus between the three older adults before finally speaking up with a cautious question. "M-mentor...? What does that mean?"

Thomas clears his throat as he swallows the last of his food. Clearly, they'd started eating without her while she'd been caught up "cleaning out" in her bathroom. "Your mother and I have agreed to let Matthew have you full time, as it were. You've been offered a spot as an intern at his company and we'd like for you to work with him and gain some useful experience. It does mean you'll be spending more time with him, but we think it'll be good for you overall. Especially since it seems being at home makes you think you can keep us waiting and be generally unkempt."

Delilah felt her jaw fall open slowly as her dad laid out her upcoming life for her in such simple, quick, undeniable terms and ended with an insulting tone and observation. She glanced down at herself and knew she looked terrible. Her short hair was definitely frayed a bit and her clothing was, putting it mildly, slutty. Clearly, his mind was set and she knew that resistance would only mean an argument that would ultimately end with "we're not asking you" and she'd be stuck with their decision anyway. Glancing at Matthew in the corner of her eye, she could feel the self-satisfaction on his face as she knew he had manipulated her parents into willingly surrendering their child to him. And she knew there was nothing she could do but accept her fate.

A wet bump on her leg has her peek down to see Whiskey nudging his nose into her leg. With almost her entire thigh exposed under the short skirt he'd picked out for her he had free rein to explore her leg and she felt her breath hitch as she caught his glance from under the table. That glance. The one that Whiskey had when he wanted something.

Meekly, she reaches down and presses her palm to his snout to try and restrain him and looks up at her parents, forcing as convincing of a smile as she could as she knew she needed to get out of here or Whiskey would knock her over right now and re-knot her right here. "T-that sounds great, dad... you're... probably right. Some real experience would help, right? We... we could get going right now, I can take this on the go and I'll shape up and stuff... make you real proud and all." Delilah felt her words were convincing and Thomas seemed placated.

If only you knew...

Matthew walked almost casually as he led his pets home. Whiskey pulled at his leash, eager to find a place to stop as his excitement visibly grew and Delilah followed close beside him, nervously glancing around as she had a simple collar and leash around her neck already, out here in public.

"This is a rare chance for you, Delilah. You're not at my home, you're permitted to be a person for a little bit." Matthew said smugly as they made their way through one of the parks between Delilah's home and Matthew's house. "That... will change soon. I'm sure you understand what's going to happen now."

Delilah shivered as she felt a soft breeze blow by, her short skirt doing nothing to protect her from it nor the wind chilling the cum and pussy juice flowing down her thighs, already reaching her knees as she trotted along in a pair of slide sandals. "You... tricked them into making them think you're a good person." She spat quietly, finding it difficult to even look at Matthew, or at least look him in the eye as she walked alongside him with a leash in his hand. "And this... internship? That was not our deal... you said until the end of the summer-"

"I said until the end of the summer. But... truthfully, you're too much fun to let you go that easily." Matthew said with a self-satisfied tone. He stops, pulling on Whiskey's leash to get the canine to turn and sit before wheeling himself around to face Delilah directly. Boldly, he takes his hand holding her leash and rubs it over her short skirt and down between her thighs as she stiffens and lets out a surprised squeak at his brazen move and finally looks up at him in shock. As his hand slid down her leg, it collected a healthy amount of lewd fluids and Matthew brought his hand up to show it off for her.

"But you didn't have to let Whiskey fuck you in your room, and all of this isn't just his cum, now is it?" He leans forward, wiping his cum and cunt-stained hand off on her chest, marking her shirt with her own arousal while showing her that he truly held all of the power and could still touch her wherever he chose. Underneath that crudely-wiping hand was the racing heart of a helplessly-aroused girl. "You're starting to like it." He reaches his hand up and brushes it through her hair and over her ear, making her flinch and slightly lean into his hand.

"I like the haircut."

The brunette squirms in place as his hand falls and he turns, giving both leashes a tug to get his pets back into motion and Delilah silently walks along with him, unable to retort at all as his words ate at her mind.

Do... am... is he right? Am I enjoying this? Do I want this? No, I couldn't be... this is... this is a nightmare, I hate this, I hate how he treats me, how Whiskey thinks he can just knot me with that big, fat, hot, wet, drooling, dripping cock and make me his bitch. I hate that Matthew calls me that, calls me his-

"Bitch? Are you with us?"

Matthew's voice stirs Delilah from her scattered thoughts as she realizes she had just been following the pull of the leash for some time and was now stood outside of Matthew's home. Already, Whiskey was off-leash and pacing around the yard while Matthew stood in the pedestrian gate, staring her down as he held her unclipped leash in his hand and stared her down.

She knew what he wanted. Why he was staring. What he was waiting for.

I have... I have to. I can't stop now.

Delilah put her hands to the bottom of her crop top and lifted, slipping the stained garment up and over her head and letting her perky C-cup breasts fall from the tight garment and rest revealed for the neighborhood. She wasted no time in slipping her hands under her skirt and panties and pushed them down at the same time, bending forward as she worked her wet garments down her legs and stepped out of them and her slide sandals without delay, remaining in just the light collar Matthew had brought to walk her home in.

He steps forward and unclips that collar, a genuine nylon dog collar and turns to the side, giving her access to the front yard. "Good Bitch, you're getting better at that. In you go, to the house. We have work to do."

Naked and exposed, Delilah wasted absolutely zero time in scurrying forward. The moment she entered the threshold of Matthew's property she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled, praying nobody had seen her and that it would stay that way forever. She might be trapped in all of this, she might be ensnared in Matthew's web of blackmail and manipulation, but at the very least he would keep quiet about it. He didn't seem keen to tell her parents anything about what she was actually doing here and maybe he would keep it that way.

She pauses just shy of the front porch and turns to look at Matthew as he walks up the lawn with her recovered clothes under his arm. He points to the side of the house. "Around back, Bitch. You know where your doggy door is."

Her knees press together as something about his dismissive, casual tone struck a chord in her and she hangs her head a bit. Her cheeks were flushed red and not just from the midday heat as she started crawling around the house, Whiskey close beside her, and obediently made her way to the back yard without a touch, leash, or paddle to motivate her.

She was doing it all on her own.

Her arms slipped into the sleeves of her bitchsuit and Matthew snugged them up tight, smoothing out the creases and wrinkles while Delilah squirmed at the feeling of the knotted butt plug being back in its place. Her bare pussy drooled as his hand roamed her body, her second skin, and felt around for other wrinkles and made no effort to avoid her bare chest, her sensitive stomach, or her exposed privates. The comforting squish of the knee pads took away the pain of kneeling on the back patio and the closing zipper of the suit tightened up the entire thing and hugged every bit of her in a strangely comforting way.

Gagged, masked, hooded, suited, and plugged, Delilah winced as the zipper closed up and Matthew tucked the zipper in its hiding pocket, leaving her completely bitchsuited once again. This time, it had been far easier to put the hood on her to the point he hadn't even needed to wrap her head with the hair bindings. Delilah quietly admitted to herself that was one of the reasons why she'd gotten it cut.

Matthew checked the coverage of the hood over the mask bindings and seemed satisfied as the bitchsuit made a near-seamless connection between stretchy leather suit and the head shape-altering canine mask. The rubber snout and the gag ring inside it left Delilah panting and her eyes, one of the few things visible underneath the whole-body suit, finally tracked up to watch him. He smiled as he rubbed his hand across her covered cheek and stood, giving her sturdy leather collar a tug with the thin leash attached to it.

"There you are, back where you belong, Bitch." He seemed genuinely pleased at that statement, his eyes unable to pull away from the girl as she stood on elbow and knee and waited for direction. He lingered for a moment, merely admiring her before speaking up again. "But we're going to be making some more changes this week. As you heard, there's an event I want you to attend, but in truth it has very little to do with my company or your pending internship. No, this is more akin to a party. Bitch, Sit."

Delilah flinched at the sudden command and rocked herself back without delay. She knew what that command meant, he had been drilling her on these every day all last week. Tipping her weight back, she pushed with her shoulders and sat on her shins, spreading her knees wide to give herself that solid sitting foundation and winced as her buttocks nestled between her covered feet and sat right on the stiff plug buried in her rectum. It jostled the toy a bit and made her pussy leak all the more as it was exposed between her thighs and dribbled on the concrete of the patio. She kept her back straight and upright which also pushed out her bare chest, exposed from the bitchsuit almost assuredly as a method to both humiliate her and tantalize viewers. But Delilah knew just as well that Whiskey liked them bare too. Finally, as she tipped her head upwards to look at Matthew and held her arms down with her elbows, or paws, as close to her chest as she could her open mouth panted softly from the effort and arousal of so immediately following his command.

This whole thing... the suit, the training, Matthew and Whiskey... it's really doing something to me... isn't it?

Matthew walked up to her and checked the posture but seemed to find no fault as he rubbed the top of her peach-fuzzed head and nodded. "Good girl. You don't forget your postures with a day off, do you? I'm pleased." He squatted down in front of her, unclipping the leash already and letting the lightweight leash drop to the floor as he held her stare. "This Thursday night, we'll be going to a different house. You'll be wearing your bitchsuit the entire time, so your identity will be secure. This is where your training has been leading to, Bitch. The ability to obey, follow, and behave properly culminates in you attending these... gatherings with me. Consider them a term of our agreement. You attend these parties with me and I won't tell anyone there who you are."

Delilah's teeth ground on the rubber gag ring in her mouth as she seethed at him, but there were no words she could make to protest, just little grunts and whines. This is not the deal! Why do you get to keep changing it!

Matthew continued. "You will be expected to perform and show off a little bit. The tasks won't be terribly complicated, and you will be off-limits to any party-goers. To be clear and ignoring decorum, you'll never be fucked or asked to suck another person off. You won't have anyone but myself insert or remove anything. You're my pet. Take what comfort you can in that." He stands back up, looming over her as she sat and squirmed on her plugged bottom. "I know this is only your third week with me. At least, as my pet. You might be a bit daunted by all of this, but rest easy as this is truly only a... benchmark of sorts. A local gathering where you're not being judged harshly and more introduced to my community. I think you'll like them. I think there's even going to be some other pets there to acquaint yourself with. I'm told at least one other owner is bringing hers..."

Somehow, that didn't make Delilah feel any more comfortable but it did make her squirm as she felt more wetness building up beneath her cunt. She shuddered in place as she wiggled downwards, pressing her pussy to the concrete to try and wipe away the ticklish accumulation of liquids there and just swiped along the floor, utterly soaked beyond even what she had expected.

Do I really leak this much? When did I ever do this for any of my boyfriends back in the day? I don't think I ever got this wet for anything... and Matthew telling me I'm going to be shown off to his friends does... does this to me!?

She turns her head as Matthew walks over to the glass patio table. He picked up something small and golden and turns back to her, a little glint in his fingers catching her eye as he returns to squat down in front of her and she curiously tries to inspect the object which he helps with by holding it up between his thumb and forefinger.

"As a reward for doing so well, and in fact for coming back at all... I've decided to graduate you from your training name already. After all, it might get a bit rowdy at the party and I don't want you responding to anyone just yelling 'bitch' the whole time. So..." he tilts the gold object and lets Delilah get a good look. It was a heart-shaped pendant, rounded and soft with a delicate laser-engraving etched into it and a series of 7 characters running across it. It was a dog tag. "From now on, and what I'll be calling you all the time and expect you to answer to... is Dee-Dee."

Delilah's eyes were transfixed on the shiny gold pendant with her nickname humiliatingly engraved on it. Everyone that knew her well called her "Dee", she called herself "Dee" and now... now Matthew was perverting even that by making it her pet name. She manages to tear her eyes away and look at him with a pit of ice in her stomach.

You knew all along... you've been planning this or something... you're... you're a monster...

"Let's get this clipped onto your collar, Dee-Dee. Or, I might just call you Dee if I'm feeling lazy. But I expect you to respond to either and both from now on. Is that clear?" Matthew's tone remains steady and smooth as he attaches the new gold pendant to the D-ring on Delilah's collar and she feels the slight heft of the item as it rests on her sternum. It might have been genuine gold for that weight.

She pushes her chest forward a bit and tilts her head down but can't quite see it around the rubber muzzle on her face and whines quietly. Defeated, she looks at Matthew and nods meekly.

"Very good girl." He checks his watch. It was already mid-afternoon by the time they'd walked home and gotten her bitchsuit back on. "Seems we're short on time... but there's enough for a bit of training. Some laps around the yard, a run-through of your postures, and then-"

"RROUF!"

Matthew smiles as Delilah's heart leaps at the sudden bark from the direction of Whiskey's patio dog bed where the canine had been, reluctantly yet obediently, sitting and waiting. "And then we'll let Whiskey decide what to do with you next. I have some ideas..." He smirks down at Delilah, flicking his eyes to her exposed pussy and the small puddle she'd made while just waiting for him to finish explaining what she was in for this week. "Ready to begin a new week, Dee-Dee?"

Delilah felt her heart skip a beat as he used her new name, one he'd stolen from her with so little warning. She glances at Whiskey, at the big German Shepherd who had started her on this path. She looks back to Matthew as he backpedals onto the grass, waiting for her. And with her heart pounding and tongue poking out of her gag ring she gives him a meek verbal reply that, even to her, sounded less and less human by the day.

"Yyyuh!"