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Work it, move that bitch crazy.

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A week later, Ana decided that I was ready to really go out and see the real world. Also a week later, I was in heat for the first time. I hadn’t been expecting it, but Ana seemed to know it was coming. I woke up in my kennel one morning sweating profusely, clinging to shreds of my half-remembered dream. That dalmatian with the nine-inch cock. The pleasure and pain I’d get from having that inside me… I shuddered, half in disgust but half in desire. That was when I ran my hand down my stomach, fingers and pussy tingling in anticipation. I’d just started really getting into it when my owner came out of the bathroom after her morning shower.

“Puppy!” She snapped, flinging open my cage door and yanking me out onto the floor. “No! Bad Puppy.” She jerked my hands away from my crotch. I whined, standing up on all fours and trying to rub my thighs together instead. She bopped me on the nose, shaking her head. “No, Puppy. You’re not allowed to touch yourself.” She clutched my collar and put me in the sitting position. I saw now that this pose kept bitch dogs from pleasuring themselves. With my knees spread, I couldn’t rub at anything. “You stay right here. If you touch yourself, we’ll have to visit the stocks. You don’t want that, do you?” I whimpered and shook my head. The bruises from the first day were just fading. I’d received a few punishments since then: a skipped meal or a spanking, but I’d managed to avoid being strapped in and caned again.

She left the room. Immediately, I shifted my sitting position and started grinding my snatch on my heel. It didn’t help at all. It only made it worse. I could feel the sweat beading up on my skin. I even started to pant, my tongue lolling out, drool dripping onto the floor. I knew I didn’t have long until Ana came back, but I didn’t care. The more I humped, the more I needed to. I couldn’t stop. I whined quietly, eyes trained on the door. And there she was.

“Puppy!” She yanked me up by the collar and hair. “Damnit, I said no.” I whimpered and struggled, trying to get back into position. “No, Puppy.” She growled in my face, lowering me to the ground slowly. I writhed, trying to get out of her grip. I didn’t care what would happen, I just needed to come. Now. She let go of my hair and slapped me across the face. “No! Bad dog!”

I finally paused, the handprint burning on my face. I tucked my tail and flattened my ears, whining and looking at the floor. I still needed to come, but I knew that I would get worse than the stocks if I didn’t stop. I noticed Harper standing in the doorway, holding my mitts and knee pads.

“Harper, will you get the stocks ready, please?” She sighed, still holding onto my collar firmly. He nodded and disappeared. She lifted my chin and looked into my face. “Now. After Puppy gets caned, she’s going on a walk with me. And she will behave herself. Maybe, if Puppy is good, I’ll give her a nice little treat. Got that?” I nodded slowly. “Good.”

She led me into the next room, clipped me into the harness, and picked up her cane. Her heels (she almost always wore heels; Ana was meticulous about her appearance) rapped on the wood floor as she positioned herself behind my ass. “Puppy will count her strikes out loud, yes?” I whimpered and nodded. “And if she misses, I will start over.”

She tapped the cane against my rump a few times, then paused. “Puppy will never touch herself.” And with that, she thwacked the cane against my bottom. I yelped and pulled at the harness, but still shouted: “One!” The cane stung like a bitch. It felt like she was opening stripes, although I knew when she was done I wouldn’t be bleeding, just bruised.

“Five!”

“Fifteen.”

“Twenty…five…”

I was ready for twenty-six, but she rested her cool palm on my heated ass. I drooped in the harness, hanging my head and breathing deep. She stroked my back, scratched behind my ears…and soon the ache came back. All I could think of was getting fucked. Preferably by another dog. I felt disgusting, but it didn’t matter anymore.

I let Ana tie the mitts onto my hands, felt Harper sliding on my kneepads. She unhooked the harness and attached a leash to my collar. She wiped me down with a towel, soaking up the sweat and drool that I couldn’t control. “After walkies Puppy needs a bath, I think.”

Harper saw us out of the house, but I didn’t pay much attention to him. The smells outside were much more interesting. There were so many male scents on the air. I whined and tugged at the leash, unashamed of people seeing my dripping cunt. I was a bitch in heat, and I needed nothing more than some goddamn coitus. Ana laughed, “Puppy is so eager!” But she pulled back on the leash. “Heel, Puppy.” I reluctantly slowed my pace, returning to her side. She was walking slowly on purpose. I didn’t know where we were going, but I wanted to get there for the treat she’d told me about.

I didn’t pay much attention to the direction we were traveling. I sniffed at the ground, sniffed at the people we passed, strained at the leash and drooled whenever I saw a male dog… Ana and I both knew Camille had taken a back seat to Puppy’s needs. I knew she was very happy about this. For once, I was acting like a stupid dog almost against my will, wagging my tail when I caught the scent of cum.

We ended up at a dog park. My tail was wagging madly. The whole place smelled like puppy fluids. Puppy nectar. I could see bitches and studs copulating mindlessly, whimpering and whining, grunting and panting. I started pulling at the leash again, lifting my front paws off the ground anxiously. “No, Puppy, sit.” Ana said gently. I sat, my tail still wagging, my nose still sniffing the air. I watched wide-eyed, wishing I was that blushing corgi or that drooly doberman.

I heard her phone ring, but I wasn’t concerned with annoying human things. I watched the other puppies have sex, feeling myself trembling and trying to hump the air. “Yes, I’m here. Northwest corner. With the collie.” Ana flipped her phone closed and slipped it back into the pocket of her slacks. “Well, Puppy, you were rather well-behaved for the circumstances, I think.” She knelt carefully, scratching my ears. I heard her, but didn’t look. I was still busy watching my new brand of porn.

I saw the stud first. A muscly tricolor bull terrier. He was larger than me, but not by much. I didn’t pay much attention to his face, though. I was more concerned with his rather sizable dick. Not as big as the dalmatian’s, but much bigger than Harper’s. He was hard and ready, and I knew he could smell me. I lifted my tail and began to turn my ass toward him, but Ana stopped me as she stood up. “Not yet, Puppy.”

The terrier’s owner kissed Ana on the cheek. It was a woman, but details were unimportant to me. I barely glanced at her. My eyes were trained on the stud. And his cock. “She’s from the club?” I heard the woman ask. “Very pretty little bitch.”

“Isn’t she, though?” Ana patted my head. “Just a week old.”

“First heat?” The woman sounded surprised.

“Yep. First day, even. I thought you might like it if Boomer was her first.”

“You’re so sweet, Ana.” Boomer, the terrier, had been watching me just as intently as I was watching him, his stub of a tail shivering. Precum was glistening on his cock. “Shall we let them go, then?”

“Are you ready, Puppy?” Ana looked down at me. I barked and jumped again, waving my front paws. “I suppose that means yes, doesn’t it?” She laughed. “Go ahead, present your little doggy cunt.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I turned immediately, waggling my rump at Boomer. He mounted me quickly, shoving himself inside me in one fluid motion. I groaned and shuddered. God, it hurt so bad. But I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting my hips back and forth. He bit down on my neck, wrapped his paws around my front, forcing me farther onto his cock. I howled and rocked back, shuddering with every wave.

I wasn’t sure how long it took. It felt like seconds and hours. I was unaware of everything but his body against mine, inside mine. Nothing else had ever been so important. I came first, my white-hot explosion making me shake and push harder. He came soon after, grunting and quivering violently. We disentangled and flopped onto the grass, both sopping wet from sweat and spit and cum. He licked my nose gently, his eyes almost apologetic.

“Say thank you, Puppy.” Ana nudged at my leg with her shoe. I leaned in and licked his nose. He smiled and while my face hid his from his owner’s view, he mouthed, Thank you. I wasn’t surprised to see that he was a thinking dog too. I was sure many of us here at the park were. I nodded slightly and sighed.

After a short nap with Boomer, Ana and I left the park. By the time we passed the gates, I could feel that my refractory period was over. I was ready to go again. And again.

This was going to be a long week.