Kennel Club

Where... where am I?

The thought raced through Christies head grogily as she slowly opens her eyes. Something was wrong... Trying to move, she feels the clink of chains, and a dull pain in

her backside. Her eyes widen in fright as she realizes her wrists have leather cuffs linking them to her knees by a sturdy strap of leather, making it impossible for her

to move other then crawling on her hands and knees. Someone had placed a blanket over her as she slept, and it slides away in her rush to try and stand, slipping down

her supple curves revealing a perky set of 34 D breasts, her rosey nipples, bright against her creamy peach skin hardening in the cool air. She trys to cry out, only to

discover her mouth is gagged by some strange mask that covers most of her face, the inner side of the mask has a long rubber slot that slips past her lips and blocks

her tongue from legible speach. She lets out a muffled scream, her hands trying frantically to come up high enough to reach the mask but failing. Looking around, her

crys of panic flooding the room, she catches sight of herself in a mirror and stares in horror.

Her face is covered by an ornate dog mask, painted with care, each whisker and thatch of fur defined. It looks to be the face of a shiba inu, golden and white fur and

pointed up ears. It covers her entire upper face, only her large, bright blue eyes can be seen through the holes of the mask, it has a leather strap that latches it firmly

around her head, her golden mane of curles falling behind it and spreading over her shoulders. Around her slender throat is a heavy red leather dog collar, the golden

tag dangling below emblazoned with her name, Christie. Her hands and feet are taped so she cannot wiggle her fingers or toes, and they are coverd up in fluffy golden

furred, paw like mitts. And planted deep inside of her ass, to complete the entire look, a thick butt plug that is designed so the outside spills out to giver her a fluffy,

curled golden tail.

Whimpering loudly, she looks around the rest of the room, taking in her surroundings. She had been laying next to a built in heater on a giant, soft white pillow, the

blanket that had covered her is also white, but printed with paw prints. Off to the side are two large bowls, made of glass and printed with little black bones, one

containing water, the other lay empty. The room is brightly painted, it has clean, hard wood floors and the walls are a lively yellow with white bone striping. Off to the

corner of the room is a big wicker basket filled with balls and stuffed animals.

Christie, slowly snapping out of her shock, crawls as fast as she can to the one door in the room, trying to rear up and grab at the door knob. She fails again and again,

she mitted paws scraping against the door as she whimpers, tears forming in her eyes. From the other side, the door knob jiggles a bit. Startled, she falls back and lands

on her side. The door slides open, and in steps a man.

She stares for a moment in shock. This man, she knew him... from the bar, the night before. A handsome young man with elegantly carved features, dark, swept back

black hair and deep green eyes. He had been so friendly and funny...He had bought her a drink... He stares down at her now, seemingly awstruck by her getup.

Shamed by her nakedness, she scrambles back and curles up, trying to hide her body from his lusting gaze. He smiles and kneels down, his voice soft. "I see my sweet

little pup finally woke up. How do you like your new home, Christie?"

Christie screams through the mask gag, trying to crawl away as he moves closer. He grabs her around the middle as she screams and thrashes, cupping her bouncing

tits in his hands and giving them a light squeeze, at the same time burying his face in her tangle of gold curls and inhaleing deeply with a soft sigh. "Oh Christie, i knew

you would make a beautiful Inu... I was right to pick the shiba mask..it suits you just perfectly. How about your tail, not slipping out is it? " Looking worried, he gives

the butt plug a gentle tug, causing Christie to scream anew, but he seems pleased with its securness and smiles happily. He slides a hand down her shoulder, slipping it

along her struggling arm and cupping a hand over the cuff on her wrist. "Now, i know this must be uncomfortable, but think of them as training wheels. What self

respecting dog owner would let their pet amble about on two legs, hm? Once you get used to crawling around properly, i'll take them off, okay Chris?" He leans down

and plants a kiss on her ear, lapping at the shell as she whines in fear. He gives her nipples a firm pinch, and she bucks under his hold with a squeal. Laughing, he rolls

her onto her back, petting her belly and avoiding her thrashing legs as she trys to knee him  harshly. "Oh calm down! I was just playing with you. I knew it was a good

idea to muzzle you for now, you're so riled up, cant even take a little pinch. As if you dont like it, look at those pretty pink nips, theyre hard as little pebbles!"

Christie turns her head aside in shame, a soft, muffled sob rising in her throat. her hands clench as he spreads her legs, leaning down just inches from her pussy, giving

it a light sniff, then breathing out slowly with a lusty sigh. "Such a sweet smell down there, you take good care of yourself, i knew you did. I could tell just by looking at

you that you would be a good choice... heh... hey Christie, is it hard to make this cute little designe down here? " She flinches as he rests two fingers on her pussy lips,

slowly sliding them up to the triangular trimmed thatch of golden hair just above her clit. He slips his fingers up and down the designe approvingly. "Its adorable, but i

dont know if i can copy it, I may just have to be lazy and shave you bald down there when it starts to get unruly. Hm..." He rubs his chin thoughtfully.  "Wonder if i can

find a groomer for you..."

Christie, at her wits end, screams at him through the mask, rolling onto her hands and knees she crawls desperatly for the still open door. The man calls after her.

"Now Christie, come back here! I dont want you wandering around , you arent even housetrained yet!"

Christie ignores the man, crawling quickly as she can. There is a stairway that leads down, but it is gated, and she knows she will never be able to get through. Turning

sharply down the hall, she sees a few more rooms, one with the door open, a light coming through it... If she could somehow lock him out... find a phone... Even if she

couldnt speak, if she could manage to dial the police and scream loud enough...

She darts into the room and shoulders the door shut, bumping against it with her forehead to push in the lock. Sagging against the door gasping, trying to catch her

breath, she jumps as the man jiggles the handle loudly. "Christie! You're being a very bad girl! Am i going to have to keep you in a crate after making that lovely

bedroom for you!?"

Tearing her frightened eyes from the banging door, she turns and survays the room for a phone, freezing up at what she sees before her. Sitting, his face nearly a foot

higher then hers, gazing down at her panting softly, was the muzzle of a massive dog.

The majority of his body was black, with sparing patches of orange along his legs and face and a thick stripe of white from his forehead cresting out onto his chest. He

had a bushy tail that also ended in a tuft of white, and hur was thick and silken. He lets out a deep, rumbling bark in her face, causing her to scream and fall back

against the door. The dog sniffs at her, moving in closer. He pushes his great head between her legs and bumps his snout right up against her pussy. She gives a

shudder as his wet cold nose brushes against her clit, and quickly closes her knees, her hands pawing at his shaggy head frantically. The beast uses his strength to stay

where he is, forcing his head between her legs and musculing his way back in, sniffing at her pussy rapidly, his hot, broad tongue lashing out to slide along her slit.

Christie screams as he rapidly starts to lick deeper within, but his front paws are tangled around her leg bindings, making it impossible for her to scramble away or even

close her legs.

With a loud click, the door slides open, the man standing in the theshold looking annoyed, holding a credit card with which he used to force the door unlocked. His anger

fades to surprise as he sees the dog eating away at the shrieking Christie's cunt. He shakes his head with a laugh. "You horny animals, couldnt even wait one day for

me to introduce you first? "

Christie, her eyes wide, frantically reaches out her pawed hands to the man, pleading for help as best she can through her gagged mouth. He walks into the room,

which seems to be a bedroom, and sits on the edge of the bed, shaking his head playfully. "No no, i dont want to inturupt your fun. His name is Juno, by the way. I hope

you like him, i brought you here to be his mate. Hes been so lonely, poor boy. But he seems to love you already!"

Christie, her eyes rolling back as her hips start to twitch from stimulation, gasps and whimpers. Juno's hot wet tongue is relentless as it laps at her pussy, and she can

only ignore the sensation for so long. A brilliant pink flush seems to coat her peachy skin, and her dripping pussy quivers and clenches as every lash of the beasts hot

tongue over her ever hardening clit causes her to jerk and whine in forced pleasure. The man stares down at the display, his hand slowly rubbing at the growing tent in

his jeans, gasping and muttering to himself as his eyes seem to gloss over in lust. He slips off the bed and unzips his fly, pulling out his cock and stroking it slowly,

breathing heavily as he pets Juno with one hand. "Thats it boy, lick that horny little bitch's cunt nice and rough.. see how she's twitching and moaning? Ah.. ah yeah she

likes it so much....God damn Christie, your pussy is dripping like a fountain... mm.. keep moaning , like getting eaten out by a dog, dont you, bitch?"

Beads of precum start to drip from the head of his cock and he jerks slowly. Christie shakes her head rapidly, screaming in protest one second, then moaning in estacy

the next. She bucks her hips roughly, her moans louder and more frequent. With a loud scream, she's sent over the edge, a flood of pussy juice gushing out around

Juno's muzzel. The dog continues to lick roughly at her sensative clit, causing her to buck and cry weakly, her entire body thrashing about. Beside her, the man lets out

a low grunt and hunches over, his cum splashing out and landing on her arm and stomach. Gasping, he smiles at her and rests his hands on his knees.

"A..ahh... s...shit.. Havent cum.. that hard in.. a.. ages... a... ahh.... Heh...heheh.. okay Juno.. Leave her alone, you little sex maniac...I dont think she can take much

more."

Getting up, he lifts Juno off of the twitching, crying woman. Her bonds untangled from his legs at last, she curls up tight, sobbing loudly, slobber and pussy juice drizzling

from her still trembling cunt. Giving the massive beast a smack on the backside, he sends it out into the hall, and kneels down to pick up Christie. She struggles feebly,

her tears spilling down the mask and dripping off her chin. He gives her a gentle kiss on the forehead as he cradles her, walking towards the bathroom. "Lets get you

cleaned up, sweetie. Poor little pup, did Juno scare you? Dont worry, he's a gentle giant. I did warn you to stay in your room though. Maybe next time you should listen

to Master, hm?" Once in the bathroom, he props her up on the counter and runs the sink spigot. Picking up a soft washcloth, he lathers it up and begins to wipe her

pussy clean. She seems to be in too much of a shock from what happened to fight him, and only paws at his hands with soft whimpers as he carefully cleans her up.

Once satisfied, he picks her up once again and carries her back to her bedroom. Laying the shaking woman down on her pillow, he takes a heavy chain that is bolted to

the wall nearby and leashes her collar, giving her head a friendly pat. "There we go. No more wandering around. Try to take a nap, okay sweetheart? Ill come up to

check on you in a few hours. Be a good girl for daddy~"

He pushes her down on her side, gently covering her up with the blanket and tucking it in a bit around her sides. She closes her eyes tight, sniffling quietly as he dims

the lights and closes the door behind him. With the scraping sound of the stairway gate, then his fading footsteps, he is gone.

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As promised, a few hours go by, and the man returns to check on his little captive. Eyebrows raised, he sees the room looks as if a twister hit it. The pillow bed and

blanket are tossed roughly aside, the chain has left marks on the wall from Christie swinging it about trying to rip herself free, the bowl of water lay overturned, and the

wicker basket is scuffed up, toys laying all over the place. It seems she tried to use anythhing and everthing in the room to scrape free her hands from the mitts and

tape, but seems to have failed. She is curled up at the far end of the room, the collar straining against her bruised neck as she is as far from the door as she could

manage. He frowns lightly, walking over and resting a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump in fear. "Oh Christie, look what a mess you made, and you hurt

yourself.. come now, stay still, let me take a look. "

Christie thrashes against him, screaming through the mask. It seems in the hours alone she's regained some of her fight. The man, catching a knee to the gut, has

finally had enough. Pinching down on her ear, he pulls just enough to hurt her without doing any damage. She lets out a shriek of pain and goes still, then crawls after

him quickly trying to keep up as he walks her over to her pillow and deposets her there. "Enough! You're being a very bad girl, Christie! Dont think because you're a

new puppy in the house i wont punish bad behavior! I warned you, you have no one to blame but yourself. You're going in the crate. "

Unlatching her from the chain on the wall, he grips her collar tight and drags her along, heading down to the room at the very end of the hallway. She cries and tug at

his hold, but he keeps a firm grip and pulls her along. Pushing the door open, Christie stares in horror at the room before her. The room is dimly lit, with a single

flickering lamp hanging from the ceiling. The walls have sex toys, butt plugs and dildos, vibrators, whips, flogs, paddles of every kind. And at the center of the room is a

small, tight iron cage, made to form fit a female body with latches for arms, legs, waist and neck. She stumbles back a bit, then trys to run, but the man keeps a tight

hold and drags her in. "No no no, Christie. You take your punishment like the naughty girl that you are. You could have just had a nice peaceful nap but you had to

throw a tantrum like a little brat. " Forcing her down into the holding bars, he clamps each link around her knees, thighs, hips, neck, wrists, arms, untill she is entierly

imobalized. Shrieking loudly in fear, she struggles against the cage like bonds. He rests a hand on ther thrashing rump and gives it a good slap, making the tail like butt

plug twist about. She starts to sob as he walks to the walls, looking over each toy thoughtfully. "What do you think Christie? This one? " He holds up a flogging tool, her

eyes widen and she struggles to shake her head, pleading through the gag for him to have mercy. He laughs softly and puts the flogger down. "Oh calm down, all you

did is mess up your room. Im not going to beat you sensless over that. Now, if you bite me, you can expect to be whipped. I hope you keep that in mind. I dont raise

my bitches to bite, you better not even think of it. Lets see.. lets see... Hm. These should do nicely~"

He turns to her and holds up a couple of clamps that have little hooks on them. She whimpers and squirms, still shaking her head.

"No? They just pinch a little... Christie. You kicked me in the stomach, you arent walking out of here without some kind of punishment. You wont behave if i spoil you,

now will you? No, of course not. So buck up and take it, and remember to behave next time. Okay, take a deep breath, here they come~"

Christie shrieks in panic as he snaps the clamps open and closed in front of her eyes. She jerks about but is helpless to stop him as he lowers the clamps and snaps

them shut around her nipples. She screams and bucks against the cage, fire like pain blooming across her breasts. Breathing raggedly, she whimpers, hanging her head

in defeat. The man smiles and tugs the clamps lightly, causing her to jerk and cry out. "Very nice set of tits you have there, by the way. Ready for part two?" He laughs

as she stares at him, and he holds up two tiny round weights with matching hooks. "Here we go!" Linking the hooks, he lets the weighs go slowly, they drag and pull at

Christie's nipples painfully. She moans and bites down on the gag, tears springing from her eyes. Moving around to her backside, he takes two more clamps and

presses them against her pussy lips. Clipping them tight, he sets weights on those as well, and smirks in satisfaction as fresh screams erupt from her throat. " Chrissy,

the weights are pulling your pussy open, i mean like.. wide open. i can see really deep in there. Its such a cute pink color. Are you a virgin? You sure were dripping a

lot earlier, bet you never had a tongue on that pretty pink puss of yours~"

Christie writhes in pain as her cunt and nipples are tortured by the weighted clips. The man presses his fingers against her glistining cavern, probing at it curiously. "You

sure are tight... i bet you are a virgin. Juno is going to like fucking that tight hot cunt of yours... I hope you plan on behaving for the mating session.. but.. just in case, i

think ill strap you to the breeding harness, for Juno's sake. Dont worry, it isnt as uncomfortable as the crate, its like resting in a soft leather net. "

The soft sounds of Christies sobs are the only other sound in the room as the man chats with her. After about twenty minuits, he starts to unclip the weights. Ragged

sighs of relief spill from behind Christie's mask, and when she is let out of the crate she trembles and collapses to the floor. The man sighs and scoops her back up,

carrying her back to her room. "I'm going to clean up this mess, but i expect it to stay that way when i get back, understand young lady?"

Christie simply lays on the pillow, the chain on the wall once again collared to her. He mops up the water, puts everything back in place, and leaves for a moment,

returning with fresh water for the bowl and dropping a heated plate of spagettie and meatballs into the other. Walking over, he lightly pets her head and unbuckles the

mask, slipping it off her face. She gags for a moment as the rubber slot slides over her tongue and out of her mouth, then rubs at her face tentativly. He smiles down at

her. "I bet you must be hungry after all that... eat up, take a break. Ill come wash your face and get the mask back on in a bit. Then maybe ill take you for a walk,

okay?"

Christie stares up at him, she starts to open her mouth, but he leans in and puts a finger to her lips. "Shh... Doggies dont make people noises. Dont you let me catch you

talking unless i specefically tell you to. If you do, THAT is grounds for a whipping. A very sevear one. " He pulls his finger away as she hangs her head, her golden

curls falling around her defeated face. Smirking, he pats her cheek. "Im glad you're catching on, sweetie. I like my dogs to be obedient, i take it as a mark of pride as a

trainer. Now go get some food in you, go on. "

Seeing that he doesnt plan on leaving until he sees her eat, she rubs at her teary eyes, then slowly crawls over to the bowl. her hands bound up, she has no way to eat

other then the obvious, dipping her face into the bowl and eating with her mouth. She does so, nibbling at the food, keeping her eyes locked on the bowl unable to face

him, her face a bright red blush of shame as he walks over and smooths her hair down. "Good girl, thats a very good girl, eat up as much as you want. Ill leave you

alone for now, expect me back in half an hour. Try not to make a mess with the sauce on your face okay? "  Sitting up, she nods numbly. He smiles and pats her hair

once again. "Thats my Chrissy. I cant wait to show you off to the other trainers at the club... "

With that, he leaves Christie alone in the room. She wipes at her mouth, too sick with worry to eat any more then he made her. Crawling over to the pillow, she

collapses into it, closing her eyes tight. How could this have happened to her... how could she escape?...