One Puppygirl's Visit to Obedience School

Droogie15

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IC: Somewhere between Sacramento and Carson City, there sat a pretty little ranch just outside some nameless town. With red Spanish tile roofing, a broad-based spread out building design, and a few dusty acres for horses, the ranch appeared both charmingly beautiful and inconspicuous. The ranch was far enough away from any other ranches or busy roads that the strange noises that sporatically came from it (a young woman's momentary screaming or the cracking of whips without a following of a horse whinneying) had long been distorted and muffled by the time they reached any unsuspecting human ears.

Curtis Leopold (who liked to go by Curt) ran this dubious little establishment and had done so for almost 6 years. His ad in the local paper read: "Is your bitch giving you problems? Then take her by Curt's Obedience School and she'll be fetching your paper in no time!" The ad came with a picture of a female dog holding a bundled news paper in her mouth. Most of the town's simpleminded citizens believed that this school was exactly what it claimed to be and, on more than one occasion, Curt was forced to accept an actual dog into his ranch to be trained, just to ensure his cover.

Curt had officially hired an assistant the week before. It was official only because he was planning on marking a week's worth of training for her as a business expense. In reality, he had been given a disobedient bitch several months earlier, had broken and trained her only to find that her previous owner had never returned. Particularly proud of the pup he had built from such an ornery woman, he kept her under his wing and had soon begun to train her as a female assistant that could further disturb the psyche of the females in training and set an example for how they would soon behave. He and his new assistant stood out on the ranch's wood-slated porch waiting for their newest customer and his malfunctioning possession to arrive. A car entered the dirt circular driveway and the engine clicked off.

"You're going to learn a lot from this man and you're going to come back a new woman or I swear I'll give you to my brother!" The driver door opened and a 30something tanned skin man shuffled backwards out of the car. His hair was prematurely gray and, as he walked around to the passenger door, removing from the car a beautiful and especially young-looking woman with her arms bound at the wrist behind her, Curt could only guess from where the hair-graying stress had come.

OOC: Okay everyone, the casting call for this rp is going to be very simple. I'm looking for a female (who is naturally inclined to submission and into BDSM) to play the puppyslut in training and one male or female assistant to my main character. The assistant must have enough switch tendencies that they won't mind taking orders from me while enjoying assisting me in non-consensually (and later consensually) dominating this semi-willing female. PM me if interested in taking a role.
 
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A small smile swept accross my full pouty lips as the fresh unbroken girl was pulled out of the old car. I knew the drill all to well, Sir had trained me to be a fine domme. Within monthes I had become a woman to be feared and worshiped, the reason for my name, Goddess Paige. Sir still called me what ever he liked, I was his and had been long before he gave me my new powerful status.

I stood Behind Sir my head still somewhat bowed, I was only 5'2 so being below him has never been a problem. I licked my lips as I eyed the man grabbing the girl, He was an older man, the type Sir had also trained me to please. My job was to serve my master, this meant pleasing the men of which he chose as well as assisting him in training the girls that would come into our home.

My mind wondered as my body was over come with arousal, thoughts of controlling the feminine form before as well as servicing her older mate. I slightly adjusted my tiny pink skirt and black boustier ( wearing the outfit in the AV<-----)hoping Sir didnt think I was uncomfortable in his favorite outfit, it was excitement that was making me fidget.
 
Angrily Susan watched the dick Danny leave, the tires of his truck spitting dirt behind him. The asshole had lured her out to the west coast with big promises, and then in return he expects her to do all sorts of kinky stuff, and allow him to spank her. She was fucking 18, she wasn't gonna put up with being treated like a child. And then, instead of sending her home when she'd told him too, he'd brought her here to be trained by some fucking wierdo. Well, Susan wasn't going to put up with his shit, his or the floozy next to him. Sullenly she tossed her long black hair, and turned a snear at the couple at the steps of the ranch house.
"Well, why don't you make yourselves useful, and take these fucking things off of me?" Susan said with a sarcastic roll of her emerald green eyes.
 
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