Delilah's Dog Days

Saturday morning, Delilah rolled over in the guest bed and let out a tired stretch that quickly ended with a soft squeak of pain and realization as she reached behind her and brushed her hand along her smooth ass cheek beneath her silky pajama bottoms. She giggled quietly as she pushed her thumb inwards and bumped the base of the butt plug still inside her and rolled out of bed in a hurry, a dull ache in her bottom as she waddled to the bathroom. She began pulling off her pajamas and panties on the way there and was already nude by the time she reached the shower stall.

"Always... more than you can chew... but... unf, it felt good... at the time!" She remarks to herself as she props herself up in the shower, pushing her buttocks out to help get access to the plug and works her fingers under the base of the toy and slowly twists and teases it out. A light seal of dried lube cracks and peels itself off, stinging a bit as the toy pries its way out of her anus and comes out with a light pop. "G-guh! Ffffuck... okay, good... got it... out. Shit." She mumbles as she turns and flips on the shower, washing off her bottom and sighing as the rapidly-warming water soothes her sore behind. She turns and applies the toy cleaner to the plug and leaves it tip-up on a shower shelf and lets out another sigh of pleasant relief before turning off the shower and getting out to dry off her lower half. She wraps the towel around her torso and pauses as she was about to leave the bathroom before unwrapping it and hanging it up, grinning to herself as she walked out of the bathroom naked.

"Not like anyone's gonna see. And Whiskey won't tell!" She says cheerfully while heading for the living room. She didn't see the canine in question anywhere and looks around. She heads for the pantry but spots it was barely 6 AM and much too early for his breakfast, let alone hers! So, instead, she begins looking for Whiskey. It was her job to watch him, after all...

Heading for the stairs, Delilah pads quietly up the house's tiled floors and hardwood stairs while listening for Whiskey. "Matt said he sleeps in his own bed... Whiskey's... probably there." She mumbles to herself while holding the hand rail on her walk up the stairs. The posh house had its two stories, as did most of the houses in this neighborhood, but she didn't really know what was up here. The first floor was dominated by the kitchen, living room, a separate dining space, some halls and open space, and the guest suite... but upstairs? She hadn't explored here much and Matthew said only to check his room, the master suite, and maybe the bathroom atop the stairs? He'd even said she could use his room to keep Whiskey company, but it felt weird sleeping in another man's bed without him, so she'd let Whiskey trod up there by himself last night while she went to bed in the guest room plugged and eager to gently play with herself a little more. She might be without boyfriends this summer, but she wasn't passing up the chance to indulge in her sexual needs!

Turning left atop the stairs, she spots the open door to the master suite and calls out for the canine as she heads that way. The hallway was pretty sparse with a door on each side of her on the way to the bedroom and, as she looked back, saw three more rooms. Five rooms that Matthew had specifically told her not to snoop through... which really only made them more alluring to peek in.

"Whiskey! Whis! Where are ya, boy?" She chimes as she forces herself away from the thought of the secrets behind the upstairs doors and enters the master suite to see Whiskey flopped out on the queen sized bed central to the bedroom. The dog perks up as she enters and she sees a neatly-made bed, large oak dresser and wardrobe, a bookshelf with some books and a few keepsakes, and a television atop the dresser, facing the foot of the bed. She sees a window overlooking the backyard and an open doorway into the suite's bathroom. She gets a quick glance in there and sees posh tile, a double-sink countertop with a gigantic mirror across the counter, and a jacuzzi bathtub!?

Briefly forgetting Whiskey as the dog sits more upright on the bed, tail wagging faintly, she paces over to the open doorway and leans in, excitedly admiring the big tub. "I haven't had a proper bath in forever! I'm so using that today! Why didn't he say anything!?" She asks, turning to Whiskey as the dog scooches closer to the edge of the bed. "Hey, why didn't your daddy say anything about this awesome bathroom, huh? He made it sound boring!" She teases as she goes to Whiskey finally, grabbing his muzzle and scratching around his head and ears.

"Bark!" It's not like the dog had much else to say, but he does shift forward and lick affectionately at Delilah's hands and forearms, worming his way into her petting more and more as he wakes up.

"Alright, alright. Easy, boy. Might as well go for an early walk, right? Then breakfast after?" She teases. She glances down and reminds herself that she was as nude as the dog. Probably more-so, given his dense fur coat. "Uhh, right after I... get something on." She mutters as she steps away.

Whiskey hops off the bed and trots off ahead of her and Delilah follows him with her eyes but, again, finds herself staring as the canine's morning wood was still proudly out. The canine's penis was mostly out of its sheath and wobbling about as he trotted to the bedroom door, slowly sliding back into its hiding space and leaving Delilah annoyed with herself for repeatedly staring.

"Come on, Dee... it's just a dog and its dick. Stop looking!" She grumbles as she follows him out of the room and goes to the guest room to find some running clothes...

Delilah unclips the leash as Whiskey tears off into the back yard, quickly catching and running off with a favorite toy while she flops into a poolside lounger, watching the canine with a smile on her face and sweat all over.

"Fuck, can that dog run..." she mutters as she sits up and peels off her sweat-laden running shirt. The stretchy athletic garment was in a terrible state after Whiskey's morning run. The summer air was already warm at barely 8 AM and she was incredibly tempted by the pool right in front of her.

"It'd save you a shower." She reasons to herself as she stands up, pulling off her tight running shorts and the snug sports panties beneath them. She giggles as she feels naughty, going for a skinny dip in Matthew's pool but decides she's probably safe with all the privacy fences around his yard. She steps in, letting out a slow breath as the light chill of the water makes her skin break into goosebumps before submerging, creating waves on the water's surface before dunking all the way under.

Staying under for a few moments and just basking in the refreshing water, Delilah comes back up and tries to do a sexy hair-flick but mostly just winds up whipping herself with her wet hair, earning an embarrassed laugh as she brushes it all aside and turns around, wading back to the poolside just to see Whiskey sniffing at her discarded clothes.

"W-wait, Whiskey!" She bleats out, stumbling forward in the chest-high water she was in, quickly wading towards the shallows to retrieve her clothes.

Whiskey, troublemaker he was, hears her call his name and turns to look at her with her panties in his mouth, tail wagging as he believed it was time to play a game.

Delilah blanches and yells at him again. "Whiskey! Drop! Drop it! Drop... please!?" She stammers as she makes it out of the water and the dog bolts. Delilah darts after him, throwing caution to the wind as her mind locks on the task of retrieving her stolen underwear. Naked, she chases after the dog all over the back yard, yelling his name repeatedly and surely annoying the neighbors.

As Whiskey dashes under the patio overhang, Delilah comes to a stop, panting as she glares at his fleeing form. "How... can that fucker... still have so much energy?" She grumbles as she turns to the glass door and a lightbulb pops on in her head. "Hey, Whis?! Want breakfast?!" She shouts as she opens the patio door and steps into the house, grinning in self-satisfaction as Whiskey stops and turns, watching her go inside the house, presumably without him, and drops her panties in the lawn to chase her into the house.

Feeling satisfied with herself, she shuts the door behind Whiskey and promises to go get her stuff later as she heads to the pantry to feed the unruly canine.

"You're a little bitch, you know that? Stealing my stuff... running around? Jerk." She grumbles at the unbothered, perky-eared canine as she goes into the pantry and finds his metal bowl on the shelf beside his food container. She rubs her finger along the stenciled name "Whiskey" on the stainless steel bowl and carries it over to the countertop where she pours out his allotted meal into it. As she picks it up, however, she yelps when a sudden metal clatter cuts the relative quiet of the room, startling even Whiskey as he backs off from the sudden noise. Delilah looks down and sees a second bowl, apparently having been stuck underneath Whiskey's. She raises an eyebrow as she goes over and sets Whiskey's food bowl down and goes back to inspect it. She picks it up and turns it around and, similar to the embossing on Whiskey's bowl, is a single word printed on it.

"...Bitch?" Delilah asks out loud, reading the name with incredulity in her tone. She looks back at Whiskey, at the bowl, and at the house around her. "Why... wasn't... is this some joke? I know I called you a bitch, but that's because... what...?" She stammers, trying to rationalize why this was here.

She glares at Whiskey again and grunts. "I'm checking out this house." She states as she leaves the canine alone to go back to the stairs, briefly pausing as she instead goes for the guest bathroom where she finds a spare bath robe in a closet there and puts that on, tying the sash around her waist with a vengeance as she goes for the stairs again. She reaches the top and looks left and right, grumbling as she debates which of the five rooms to check first.

"He's hiding something... and I'm going to find out what!" She declares as she goes left and opens the door on the left side of the hall before the master suite. She bursts in and... it was a generic bedroom. Similar in lack of decoration to the guest room downstairs, but something still felt off. The bed was made, a small single bed, a closed dresser with a lock on it, a sliding closet door... but when she checked each of those, there was nothing. Not even a speck of dust on top of the dresser! The only thing in the closet was some shelving and a folded up dog crate, the kind of black-wire mesh that unfolds to keep a canine in one spot for the night. "Whiskey could use that. Right now! Bad dog..." She grumbles as she turns and goes across the hall to find almost exactly the same thing in the opposite bedroom, complete with a second folded dog crate.

"What kind of guests does he have here? Or is he just nice on planning for their dogs...?" She mutters to herself as she tries to leave no evidence of her presence here, careful to put the closet doors back where she left them and heads back into the hall and turns left, looking down the way she came and the three doors opposite the bathroom. "There's... nothing there. There's nothing there. He's normal, this is nothing, the bowl was a joke..." she says, trying to convince herself unsuccessfully as she trod down the hall and goes for the door at the end of the hall, certain that's where this would all unravel!

Just to find this door locked! She tries the other two on this end of the hall and they're locked too. She goes back to the door at the very end of the hall and the door handle, glaring at it. "You are hiding something... alright, where do you put a key... key ring? No way that you leave a spare... but I gotta try!" She says, turning around as she spots Whiskey trot up the stairs to see what she was doing. He gives her a little whine and bark, as if telling her this was all a bad idea but she just pushes his muzzle aside as he points at her. She goes into Matthew's room and peers around, humming quietly as she tries to consider where he'd put a spare key to a secret locked door in this odd house.

She goes to the bookshelf and begins looking at each nick-knack. A snow globe from a ski resort in Colorado, a clock tower from a museum in London, a miniature wall replica of a segment from the Great Wall in China... it seemed like he'd been all over the world from these keepsakes! But each one she checked, with Whiskey keeping a close eye on her and bumping into her leg repeatedly to try and get her attention, just resulted in a bust. They were just memories from trips, she decided.

She was about to give up when she spots the books on the shelf. She turns her head to read one title that seemed to catch in her brain in a weird way and only got weirder as she read it aloud. "Tips on how to... treat your... "pet"?"

She reaches up and slips the book out from the rest and looks at the cover. It was solid black with white lettering repeating the wording on the spine. "Treat your... pet? Why is it in quotations?" She asks aloud as she flips the book open just to find it was a false book with a key planted squarely in the "pages."

Delilah stared at the key for a long, long moment. There was something going on in this house... she was sure of it... should she call the cops or something!? Cautiously, she picks the key out of its hiding spot and puts the book back, holding the key like it was an arcane artifact and she was about to unlock hidden secrets.

"I mean... it is a hidden secret..." she mutters as she listlessly goes back down the hall and straight to the last door, putting key to lock and breathing slowly as it unlocks. "Last chance... he said don't snoop..." she says, trying to tell herself this was a mistake.

She pushes into the room and looks around and balks at what she sees...