Captivated. Lisette Ashton

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      ‘Sorry about that,’ Jake, a man who was known to Mark but not to me, apologised. ‘She’s having some aggression issues. I think it must be all the lovely young puppies invading her space.’

      As Mitzi hung her head and crawled to the corner, I glanced up at Mark and tried to silently communicate what I was thinking: These people are demented! Mark crouched down as an owner might and gently soothed his hand over the bite mark. He pressed a loving kiss to the bruise and stroked my back. ‘Would you like to go home?’

      I started to answer in the affirmative but then remembered how excited he’d been about this party. I knew how much he loved to push my boundaries, how much pleasure he found in helping me conquer my fears, and shook my head. He grinned broadly, his eyes shining brightly with love for me. He rose and patted my head. ‘Come on, girl.’

      I crawled next to him, the leash between us loose, and bravely entered the large living room where the rest of the attendees were milling around and talking. I noticed a mix of male and female dominants and puppies. I hoped Mark would keep me at his side like a couple of the others Doms and Dommes did their puppies, but he tugged on my leash and walked me over to a fenced-off puppy play area.

      After my run-in with that nut Mitzi, I wasn’t so sure about getting close to the other puppies. I crawled into the enclosure and waited for Mark to remove the leash. Before he’d even left, a male puppy nudged a ball my way with his nose. I stared at it for a second, trying to decide if I was really going to degrade myself by pushing a ball around with my nose, and then finally decided that, yes, I was and threw myself fully into the role of puppy.

      And it wasn’t all that bad. Oh, it was weird all right. It was the most fucking outrageous and bizarre thing I’d ever done in my twenty-eight years. In a strange way, it was oddly freeing and ridiculously fun. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this silly. Freshman year of college maybe? It had been a long time since I’d indulged the childish playful side of me. Earning a bachelor’s degree in three years and a doctorate in four more had pretty much cut out any fun time. It had been nose to the grindstone for so long. I’d never have imagined it would take a fetish puppy party to help me remember what it was like to be silly again.

      After twenty minutes or so, our owners collected us from the enclosure and led us into another room. Mark snapped his fingers again and pointed to a spot near his feet. I sat in exactly the way he’d shown me back at the house. We’d practised a bit before leaving. Luckily for Mark, I possessed a nearly eidetic memory so recalling simple commands like ‘sit’ and ‘roll over’ was easy for me.

      A group of judges walked around and issued commands to each puppy. We rolled over and sat and knelt on all fours so we could be measured and touched and graded like purebred dogs at a kennel show. I wasn’t particularly happy with the dog-show portion of the evening but did my very best to show what a good puppy I was for my master. I glanced up at Mark after the judge left me and was happy to see a smile on his face. It was a simple, silly thing, really, but I found so much pride in knowing I’d put that smile there.

      When the judging was finished, we puppies were paraded outside into the spacious backyard. My stomach dropped at the sight of the agility course. Mark must have sensed my reluctance because he reached down and lightly scratched behind my ears before stroking my cheek. I thought about dropping my safe word but managed to gather up enough courage to stay in the game.

      As I watched other puppies go through the course, most of them awkwardly and slowly and without any agility, I was suddenly very glad of all those Zumba and yoga classes and the off-road races Mark and I ran every year. I might not be the most trained or experienced puppy in the bunch but I could damn sure trot my happy ass around and over that course!

      When it was my turn, I crawled at a quick but smooth pace. The tail lodged in my backside felt so strange. It was one thing to wear one during sex or around the house while doing chores but quite another to have it in while I weaved in and out of poles, climbed an A-frame and balanced on a teeter-totter board. I mounted a pause box and performed the commands that Mark gave me with as much finesse as possible. My last obstacle, a long tunnel, gave me flashbacks to a childhood of building forts out of sheets and chairs in the living room with my brothers. Somehow I managed to not make a complete fool of myself and crossed the finish line without being too out of breath.

      ‘Good girl!’ Mark crouched down and lightly scratched my neck and rubbed my arms. He pulled something out of his pocket and presented it to me. I almost laughed but then remembered I was still a puppy and opened my mouth instead. Mark placed one of my favourite cherry gummy candies on my tongue. He stroked my head as I enjoyed my treat and watched the last of the puppies go through the course.

      Back inside the house, I enjoyed a drink of water from a bowl labelled with my name. I was thirsty enough that I didn’t even mind the rather unattractive way I had to bend down and slurp. Mark dabbed at my chin with a paper towel and then led me by the leash back to the living room. I couldn’t believe it when I was announced as the winner of the agility course! I’d been sure one of the male puppies had bested me but, apparently, they took off points for certain mistakes.

      I beamed as Mark pinned the small blue ribbon on my leather bra strap. I sat quietly and pressed my cheek to his thigh as other puppies were awarded ribbons for things like best hair and most playful. One of the judges held up a big purple ribbon emblazoned with the words ‘Best in Show’. I figured it would go to the male puppy who belonged to the red-haired Domme. He had the look of a Great Dane about him with his muscled shoulders and regal carriage.

      ‘And Best in Show goes to Libby!’

      I stiffened with surprise. Mark’s hands stilled atop my head. Our gazes met in shock. Finally, he laughed and walked out to grab my ribbon. I preened as he fastened it onto my other bra strap. The weight of the ribbon pulled on the leather but I didn’t care. I was pleased as punch with my award. I might not have been the most enthusiastic puppy when I’d arrived, but I’d made the best of it, embracing the experience as something new and different, and look at what that attitude had earned me! Best in show!

      After the excitement of the award portion, most of the masters led their puppies back into the living room where they sat around and chatted. I rested on the floor next to Mark’s feet while he talked to one of the other Doms, a fellow cop, about police stuff that didn’t interest me. I noticed some groups and couples disappearing to other rooms. Soon noises reached my ears that confirmed my suspicions.

      ‘You and your puppy want to join Molly and me in one of Jake’s rooms?’ Mark’s friend cupped his puppy’s breast and gave it a squeeze.

      I glanced up at Mark to see what he was thinking. One look at his face and I realised I shouldn’t have worried. He enjoyed nudging my boundaries but knew that group sex and party sex were entirely off the table. I was willing to dress up like a puppy and prance around an agility course but I wasn’t about to let a stranger fuck me. ‘I think we’ll head on home. My puppy has had a long day. She needs her rest.’

      Relieved by Mark’s answer, I patiently trotted alongside him as he made our excuses and said goodbye to the dominants still hanging around the living room. We made our way to his SUV, me still crawling and him leading me around by the leash. When we reached the car, he had me stand up and lean against the car with my breasts pushed against the glass. He framed my back, his body curved to mine, and carefully removed the tail plug. I groaned as it finally gave way. The aching sensation of emptiness left me panting. Mark spun me around and grasped my chin in his big paw. He captured my lips and stabbed his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues duelled as we shared a passionate, lust-filled embrace in the СКАЧАТЬ