The Bottom Bitch - The training of Mel (Closed to JudeRodney)

Name: Melissa Wren
Age: 25
Build: Thin, small pointy breasts, narrow hips, very pale, natural red head, freckles and green eyes, passably attractive.
Occupation: Secretary to the head of a law firm

Melissa peeped out again. Her boss was away and the floor was near empty. No one usually stayed this late on a Friday night. Satisfied that she was alone, Melissa quickly walked over to the computer and logged into the company bank account. She typed a sequence of strings and five hundred dollars was transferred from the account to that of a minor charity.

As the personal secretary of the top boss of the firm, she usually handled the donations - what her boss liked to call a show of goodwill to the society. Only, there were no charities. The amounts were small enough for no one to bother looking into the beneficiaries. No, they were no charities, they were all little accounts Melissa had opened over the last two years she had been working here.

Why shouldn't she? Her boss was a tyrant and she was underpaid and overworked. Besides, he has more than enough to spare, justified Melissa.

Once the transfer was complete, she shut down the system, smoothed out the wrinkles of her plain brown skirt and white shirt and proceeded to head out. She sighed at the thought of the evening ahead, her dreary one room apartment, the microwave meal for one, the noisy neighbors... "Just a few more months Mel, then you would have enough to move to an tropical island and start your own little cafe". Melissa sighed again, checked for her keys and headed for the door.

Name: Leonard McKay
Age: 39
Build: Tall, athletic build from lots of racquetball, brown hair, blue eyes

Got her! Leonard McKay thought to himself as he watched the monitor from his office. He had a tech install a program that allowed him to observe all activity from Miss Wren's computer. Now the bitch would pay!

He had been alerted a month prior by one of his interns who stumbled on some of Miss Wren's "donations". Redemption Navy? Red Shield? Really? He berated himself for not knowing he was being bilked. Still, someone in his firm was stealing from him, and he had an investigation quietly launched. That led him to tonight.

At first he was ready to call the police, but then a thought came to him. She seemed pretty enough - pretty enough to see how she looked naked. He knew nothing of her private life. (He never bothered to ask.) She might be an interesting challenge. The Huntsmen's Club was set to hold a competition, soon. He wondered how she'd fare?

As the bitch started to get up, he pressed the intercom button. "Ah! Miss Wren!" he called. "I didn't realize you were here. Could you come into my office for a moment?"

The intercom buzzed just as Melissa was walking out. Mr. McKay's gravely voice ringed out.
"Could you come into my office for a moment?"

Melissa's heart skipped a beat when she realized her boss had been in the office. "Stay calm now Mel, the asshole probably wants to dictate how he wants his morning coffee." She sighed and headed into her boss's office.

"Oh hello Mr. McKay, I didn't realize you were working this late. What can I do for you?", Melissa put on her cheeriest voice and a big bright fake smile.

Leonard was leaning back in his very expensive leather chair, with his feet propped up on his very expensive oak desk as Miss Wren came in. She tried to put on a facade of innocence, but it was wasted on the lawyer. He could see her face had 'guilt' written all over it.

Smile all you want, bitch, he thought to himself. The real fun is about to begin.

Finally he let his feet down and gave her a smile of his own. "I've been thinking, Miss Wren. You've been here for two years, now, and have done such a good job. Therefore, I've decided to give you a bit of a raise."

He opened a drawer in his desk and produced a folder with several papers inside. Also inside the desk was a hidden switch that locked the door to his office tight. Any sound from the locking mechanism would be barely heard.

"Here are some forms for you to look over. Sign them and the raise will come into effect immediately."

He imagined the surprise on her face once she saw the papers were the list of transactions she made to all the fake charities. This was going to be fun.

Melissa's heart skipped a beat when she saw the papers. She hoped her temporary panic didn't show on her face. The transactions were made, after all, with Mr. McKay's permission.
"Yes sir, these were done as a part of the company's social responsibility program. Is there a problem?"

She fiddled with the top button of her shirt, unconsciously displaying her nervousness.

Still trying to play innocent. The time for games was over. Getting fed up, Leonard angrily slammed the palms of his hands on his desk and stood up.

"Don't lie to me, bitch!" he nearly shouted. "I know those funds were sent to bogus charities! I also know the money went to private accounts in your name!"

Calming down he sat back into his chair. "So first off, you're fired. Second, give me a reason I shouldn't call the cops and have your ass thrown in jail!"

He already knew what the alternative was. In the end, she would not have a single button on her shirt to fiddle. In fact, she would have no shirt at all, when he was through.

Damn that bastard. Melissa couldn't believe he was keeping an eye on her. Damn lawyers with their trust issues. Damn that infernal firm. Melissa was filled with an impotent rage at being caught which soon turned into fear. Fired! How would she get a job in this market without a recommendation?

"No no Mr. McKay. I shall return all the money to you and no one needs to be the wiser. Please do not call the police."

Melissa paced in front of his desk, watching him watching her. She wondered if there was another way out of this mess. She was still clutching at her shirt, and pretended to accidentally undo one button in her distress. Yes, his eyes did drop to that open V, although for a brief moment. That stone-faced bastard had his desires after all. Melissa decided to try a different tack, emboldened by the hopelessness of her situation.

She walked to her boss's chair and kneeled in front of his shiny boots. "Please Mr. McKay. I am sure we could come to an arrangement that would be suitable to us both?"

Leonard simply watched her plead for her life. The bitch simply thought she could use her feminine wiles on him to convince him to spare her a trip to jail. Oh if she only knew. She could have been able to plea out and do minimal time in a minimum security "resort". What he had in mind would be much more harsh and long-term.

Of course her looked down her shirt. What he saw did stir him a bit, but he knew she would be showing a lot more, soon.

"I think we can come to a..." he replied, making a dramatic pause. "...mutual agreement."

Taking a slip of paper, he wrote driving instructions to his house outside of town. "You will come to my place first thing, tomorrow morning," he ordered her. "If you do not show up by 9 A.M., the police will come knocking at your door." His smirk turned into a grin. "Who knows, I might even let you keep the money you took."

With that bit of business done, he turned his chair to the window and never gave her another glance. "Now get out of here. When you come, tomorrow, dress casual."

Melissa left her house early. She did not want to risk being late. It had been a stroke of luck that his boss would rather get into her pants than fire her. One quick fuck would be well worth it if she could get out of this mess... hell she would suck him dry if he let her keep the money.

Dress casual was the instruction. She wore a black knee length box pleated skirt and a white satin cowl neck sleeveless top. She had spent the previous grooming herself... shaving her arms and legs, trimming her red thatch between her legs and had even put on her favorite lacy white underwear. She had tan sandals on and her nails were freshly painted red.

She reached 15 minutes early and sat in the car staring at Leonard's house. Damn, he's rich. She wondered if she should tape the hump just to have a safety net in case he still tried to fire her afterwards.

At exactly 5 minutes to nice, she got out of her car and walked up to the main door. She wasn't exactly sure of what he wanted. She hoped it was sex and a get out of jail free card. She gulped a little and rang the door bell.

Leonard might have been expecting Miss Wren, but he sure did not look like it. He answered the door wearing only his pajama pants with a rolled up magazine under his arm. "Well, well, well," he said mockingly. "Get your ass in here and follow me."

The house was not a mansion, but it was pretty nicely sized, with brick wall around two acres of land. The place was beautiful, spacious, and ensured privacy. What more could be asked for.

However, she would not be seeing that for a while. That would come later. First things first, he placed his hand on the small of her back and more pushed than led her down the stairs into a well-furnished basement.

"Now comes the big reveal," he teased her as he pressed a hidden switch on the wall leading to a secret alcove.

The place could only be described as a dungeon. There were all sorts of restraining devices set up on the floor, with an array of s & m toys on the wall. In one corner, there was a man-sized cage. It would be her home for the foreseeable future. The thought of that made him grin.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?" he asked as he shoved her inside and the door closed behind them.

"Damn! Of course he is into some 50 shades shit", cursed Melissa internally. She did not particularly want to be tied up and she certainly did not want to be whipped.

"Look here...", she stammered, discomfited by how close he stood. She immediately made her voice softer. "Why don't we go upstairs and discuss this. Also, where is the washroom? I got to freshen up". She had a bad feeling about her boss. She would get the hell out and move to a new place. Change her name if need be. She looked at her boss and smiled. "You twisted bastard, I am going to pretend to pee and make a run for it.", she thought.

"Hm. Let's see." The mockery in his voice was quite apparent. "My bathroom is... a place you're not going to, any time soon."

With that he promptly smacked her over the head with the rolled up magazine. His voice took a teasing tone. "Here's how it's going to go down. I've been thinking about having a pet around the house, and guess what." He bopped her on the head again with the magazine. "You're it!"

Then he turned serious. "There are no 'ifs', 'ands', 'buts', or 'or elses' to this. You played me for a fool and now it's time to pay the piper."

He stepped back a bit, so he could see all of her. "First things first, pets don't wear any clothes. Take them off, or I take them off for you."

"Pet? What the fuck is he saying? What the hell is he into, psycho freak!" Melissa's mind screamed as she looked at the bolted door. Aside from resorting to physical violence, she wasn't going anywhere.

Thud, thud, thud, beat her heart and "Fuck, fuck, fuck", her brain screamed. She looked about reluctantly. She saw Leonard's body language and was scared. Mouth in a tight line, she took off her skirt and then her blouse. Her pale skin was barely darker than her white underclothes and she looked like a ghost in the dark basement.

She took off her bra and panties and stood, naked. She looked around at the unfamiliar equipment and gulped. What the fuck was going to happen? "Just shut your mouth and get it over with. Maybe he is one of those men who are turned on with violence", thought Melissa to herself. "Just so you know, I have a dinner date and my boyfriend is going to worry if I don't show up", Melissa said her voice shaking with nerves.

"Let him worry," was Leonard's reply. "He can always find someone else."

Placing the magazine down, he circled around his new pet, impressed with her willingness to strip so easily. He would have preferred to take the difficult route with her, but the fun was just beginning. Coming in behind her and took firm hold of her meager breasts. He began to fondle none too gently, making sure his palms rubbed against her nipples. Another thing he mad her feel was his growing erection on her back, through his pants.

"Now your starting to act like a good girl," he whispered mockingly into her ear.

He turned Miss Wren slowly to face a table with four leather cuffs. "Now go to that table and climb up on top of it. I expect you to get on all fours." With that, he released his hold on her, and pushed her in that direction.

Find somebody else? What the fuck was the psycho saying. Never in her wildest imaginations did Melissa expect this mess. To hell with her job, she had to get out of here.

"No!" She said in what she hoped was a strong enough voice. "Look, if you want to fuck me, you gotta do it up in the bedroom. I ain't letting you tie me down. Hell if you want to spank me, do it. I ain't getting on that fucking crazy table". Melissa shook slightly and took a step back from Leonard, trying to work out a way to end this madness.

"I don't know what kind of perversion this is, but I have my recorder on and I have enough to sue you for sexual harassment. You call the cops on me and you go down too. Look, have your little fuck and let's call this even. You let me keep the money and I let you keep the tape? See? Nice and easy. No need to give anyone down." Melissa hoped he wouldn't call her bluff. She did have a pen inside her purse, but it was just a pen, not one with a recorder.

Silly girl. As if any recording she makes will actually change things. As if she was going to keep anything of hers, from now on! Once he was finished here, stuff was getting disposed of. No need to get the cops on his tail.

Leonard gave Miss Wren a wicked smile. "Oh please don't tell anyone about this!" he mocked before picking up his magazine and rolling it back up.

Roughly, he grabbed her with his free hand and spun her around. Once again wrapping his arm around her naked waist, he started pulling her to the table. "Now this is going to go one of two ways. Either you get on the table on all fours, or I'm going to make you. Either way, you're getting up there!"

Melissa screamed as Leonard yanked her bodily up to the table. Physically, her slight frame was no match for the man and she had no doubt that he would make good on his threat.

She raised her hand in entreaty. "Okay, okay. I will do as you ask. Please, let go, you are hurting me". She clambered onto the table, shaking slightly from his rough handling. She lowered herself on the table, palms down. The lower half of her body reacted on her knees. Her slight tits hung down, free. She was very aware how she looked on the table. Like a dog, a naked hairless bitch! Her ass and pussy was on display. Hell, her whole body was on display.

In shame and humiliation and filled with immense rage, the helpless woman blushed a deep red, almost as red as her flaming hair and shot a look of pure hatred to the man who was her boss.

Leonard wasted no time fixing the cuffs to her hands and feet. Now came the fun. He gave her a "Good girl," while petting her hair.

First off, the explanation. "Here's what's going to happen: I'm going to make you my puppy bitch. When I'm done with you, you'll bark, beg, wag your tail, and otherwise act like a dog. From there, you will be presented in front of various friends and colleagues and their pups."

Next, the gear. Behind Ms. Wren, he opened a drawer and produced a collar. "Here you go, girl," he said as he showed that it had a name tag labeled Floofy. "This is your name, from now on. Remember it." Continuing on, he placed the collar around her neck and fastened it snugly.

Going back, he produced a headband with a pair of dog ears and placed it on her head. "These are purely for decoration," he explained.

Finally, came the special surprise for his new slave. Standing right behind her, he started caressing her bare ass, kneading her flesh and spreading her cheeks.

Smiling, he said "This will be your favorite part."

Melissa struggled to process what Leonard was saying. His puppy bitch? The things he was talking about were so out of the her sphere of experience that Melissa could only imagine she misheard him.

"How long do you want me here for? I ... I told you i have dinner plans", she stammered. Her protests were cut off when he out the collar on her. Floofy? She wasn't answering to Floofy, what the fuck!

She shivered in apprehension as he put on the ears. Given the chance, at this point Melissa would have restorted to physical violence to shove him aside and get to her car. But she was cuffed to the table, cuffed good and tight. As it were, she could only watch helplessly as Leonard continued her debasement. She could feel his hand on her ass, caressing it as if she was a prize horse. She turned her head back to try and see what her "favorite part" would be. She couldn't see it, but she was sure that she wouldn't like it. No, she wouldn't like it one bit.

"Who knows? Weeks? Months? Years? I haven't decided yet," was his somewhat distracted reply. "Either way, you're going to be late for that dinner."

Leonard's attention was, of course, was all on her ass as he continued to examine it. Without warning or regard for her, he shoved a finger right right into her puckered asshole and started moving it around inside. Strangely enough, this was all done not for his pleasure but for his curiosity. He wanted to test whether or not this part of her had been used or not. Quietly worked his finger around in there, stretching, prodding, and even absent-mindedly fucking her with it.

"Tell me," he said to Miss Wren. "How much action do you get back here?"

Melissa whimpered at his probing. Her butt was an unexplored territory. She had never had anal sex and was not inclined to it at all. His thick finger hurt as he unceremoniously plunged it inside, forcing against the resistance.

Melissa was scared at his words. Did he intend to keep here for a month? What if he was serious when he said years? Melissa calculated her options. She decided to play the damsel in distress card snd cry...

It wasn't difficult to call up her tears. She was scared witless. "Please Mr. McKay. Please oh please let me go. I have never had anything up my ass. Oh please I beg you, that hurts."

At least she had begging down. Now if she would only beg for... something else. This was the kind of training he was excited about. Not the sex, but breaking her to his will. Oh there would be sex. It was a tool, after all. Speaking of tools...

Opening another drawer, he found his collection of stainless steel butt plugs. Each one varied in size, but they all had one thing in common - a dog's tail. The tail was small and curved upwards. This part was made of rubber, so the wearer could 'wag' it more convincingly. Since her ass was so tight and unused, he decided to use his smallest one. No sense in hurting her too much at this stage.

After a generous application of lubricant he placed the cold tip of it to her sphincter and slowly pushed it in. Any resistance she would give would be futile as the greased-up tail opened her up little by little, until the slightly bulbous end went inside and her ass seemed to swallow it. In the end, all that was visible was the tail.

With the work done, Leonard picked up and rolled hi magazine before going to her side, once more. With his free hand, he started stroking her lovingly from head to tail. "Good girl," he gently said to her. "Good puppy."

It was almost a perfect fit. The cold metal slipping inside her, the slippery tingle of the lubricant, the sharp pain, Melissa processed each of these sensations detachedly. Her body was responding despite herself., The new sensation of the plug buried inside her asshole, the slightest press she could feel in her belly was making her wet.

She looked up at her boss as he stroked her lovingly and called her his puppy. Her tear stained eyes were still full of fear but the excitement her body felt was taking over. She noticed for the very first time how strong his arms looked. She recalled where those fingers had been last and blushed. She looked down without a word and waited to see what he wanted to do to her. Perhaps she even waited with a hint of apprehensive eagerness.

After about a minute of stroking her, Leonard moved in front of her and tousled her hair a bit. "My, aren't you a pretty puppy?" He said as if he were actually talking to a dog. "Next step, now, will be for you to start acting like a dog. Crawling on all fours, barking, slurping - all that stuff."

Abruptly he started heading towards the door. "But first I got some things to attend to. I'll be back in a couple of hours," His smile was more than a little wicked as the door opened. "Maybe." With that, the lights turned off and the door closed, leaving Floofy in the pitch black room all alone.

Melissa whimpered in the darkness. She was scared. She was tied up, naked in a cold dark room. She had a tail! She couldn't believe she had a tail. Every time she tried to move, the rubber bit inside her butt moved. Wagged. Melissa sobbed. She was sore and tired ans humiliated and she wanted to go home. She would do anything to end this madness. Perhaps if she just did what Leonard asked, he would let her go early.

Another problem pressed at Melissa. She desperately needed to relieve herself. Her abdomen felt like bursting but she bit her lip and held on. Tired, sore and miserable, she waited for Leonard to return. Waited for release. She sweated as she hunched over and the time wouldn't pass soon enough.