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Collected by Djian
F/f, humil, D/s
From: Jane Parks (janeparkshot@yahoo.com)
Subject: {ASSM} Dog Trainer
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated, alt.sex.stories
Date: 2002-07-10 10:10:14 PST
Dog Trainer
Jane Parks
(f/F, Humil)
Dedicated to a wise and helpful Cowgirl
Josie was a dog trainer living in Peachtree Place, a wealthy
suburb of Atlanta populated mostly by thirty-somethings who had
made it really big in the DOT.COM revolution of the '90s and had
gotten out while the getting was good. Of course, Josie didn't
live where they lived. She and her widowed mother lived in a
trailer park at the edge of town with all the other "help" that
serviced the wealthy residents of Peachtree Place.
Josie liked training dogs. She really did. She had started
working with dogs when she was fourteen years old as a kind of
gofer/volunteer/intern with the town vet. Now, four years later,
Josie had obtained a user contract with a local private kennel to
act as an animal obedience instructor.
During the intervening years, Josie had gone to the excellent
little library that Peachtree Place boasted and had read
extensively both on the theory and the practice of dog obedience
training. She had become as well versed in both the techniques
and the technology associated with the field as any other trainer
in town. But beyond her book knowledge, Josie possessed the gift
of a natural affinity for and empathy with the dogs she trained.
No matter what breed or disposition, sooner or later, every dog
Josie set out to train ended up being trained. And well trained
at that.
What with high school and dog training, Josie didn't have time
for much of a social life. To be honest, her mother was just as
glad. She had heard so much from her neighbors in the trailer
park and she had read so much in the local weekly paper about how
teenage girls in Peachtree Place were always getting themselves
into trouble, what with drinking, and partying, and getting
pregnant and all. She was so relieved that Josie had avoided all
that adolescent craziness in favor of training dogs and making
good money from it. Her mother was even more relieved when
Josie, on her own, opened a savings account for college and began
socking away most of her earnings.
Josie's reputation as a first class obedience trainer of dogs
spread by word of mouth from one satisfied dog owner to another.
After a while, that reputation gave her quite a long list of
clients. Eventually, she had so many commissions that she told
her mother that she had decided to postpone college for at least
a year or so, and just concentrate on making the good money
training dogs provided her. Josie also found that she could
begin to pick and choose just which client/dog owners she wanted
to work with. She soon figured out that while dogs were dogs,
their owners often varied greatly according to their income
level. And some of the income levels in Peachtree Place were
nothing short of phenomenal. And since dogs really were dogs, it
just made good common sense to Josie to train rich people's dogs
rather than any other people's dogs. The rich dog owners paid
her much more money for the same level of service. So why not?
After a while, Josie also came to the conclusion that rich,
early-middle-aged women dog owners were the very best kind for
her particular type of dog training. They were far less
demanding of their dogs, much more affectionate with them, and
Josie found that her natural empathy worked so much better with
this class of women.
Candice was one of those rich, early-middle-age women Josie was
gladdest to add to her clientele. Candice was obviously a
sensitive, caring person, at least where her dog, Sparkle, was
concerned. For example, when she brought Sparkle over to the
kennel for her weekly training session, she herself drove the dog
over in her shiny new Mercedes. Josie sometimes wondered why
Candice didn't just order her chauffer to bring Sparkle over to
the kennel for her. But, when asked by Josie one day, Candice
merely said that she really loved her little Westie, and just
didn't trust her with anyone else. Josie had her own secret
thoughts about why Candice made it a point to bring Sparkle to
the training sessions herself, but she discretely kept them to
herself.
Josie didn't mind the fact that Candice brought Sparkle to the
kennel personally. She didn't mind it at all. Josie didn't mind
because it gave the eighteen-year-old dog trainer a weekly
opportunity to observe this rich, well-bred, thirty-something
woman. And, truth to tell, Josie most definitely liked what she
saw. And, given the way Candice practically ogled her as she
watched the young girl put Sparkle through her paces, so did she.
Josie took it all in as she had on a number of previous occasions
with other early middle aged female dog owners who expressed more
than a normal interest in her. She began to dress in ways that
she just knew would provoke Candice's interest; tight, cut-off
T-shirts that emphasized her small but still prominent breasts
and well-muscled midriff and tight short shorts that flattered
her sexy little butt and long, curvy legs.
When it became obvious to the empathic teenager that her alluring
attire had had its desired and evident effect on Candice, Josie
began to make her own secret little plans for the older woman.
Josie's plans most certainly involved obedience training, but
didn't necessarily involve Sparkle at all.
Her secret plans had worked out quite nicely before. At lease
according to Josie they had. Most recently they had worked out
for Candice's rich girlfriend Gail.
In fact it had been Gail, also a very satisfied and well behaved
client, who had recommended Josie to Candice in the first place.
For that recommendation, Gail had received a very special treat
from Josie, a treat that she had enjoyed immensely. Josie could
definitely tell just how much Gail had enjoyed her treat by the
little whimpering squeals she had made as she licked it.
About six sessions into Sparkle's training, Josie decided to
start implementing her intriguing little plan for Candice. As
she was handing off the exhausted but happy Westie to its owner
at the end of the training hour, Josie said casually, "You know,
Candice. I think Sparkle is doing really well so far. But I
must tell you that there is a problem with her training."
Candice looked at the alluring teenage trainer, a worried
expression on her lovely face. She certainly didn't want Josie
to stop Sparkle's training. Not when watching the sexy young
girl work with her dog had become one of her most looked forward
to weekly events.
"What kind of problem, Josie? I don't want for there to be any
kind of problem associated with getting Sparkle well trained."
Josie grinned.
"Well, Candice, to be honest, its the other dogs at the kennel
here. All their barking and all their smells really distract
Sparkle. She tries her best, but Westies are extremely curious
dogs by nature, and she's constantly being distracted. I bet I
lose about half of the total training time each session
re-gaining her attention."
Candice's face grew more worried the more she heard.
"Well, that's not good. My little Sparkle needs to be well
trained. What should we do, Josie?"
Josie smiled her sweetest smile and placed a reassuring hand on
the older woman's arm.
"Well, I *could* train Sparkle out at your house."
Candice blinked and smiled. Then she blinked again and smiled
even brighter as she began to catch Josie's drift. Candice
couldn't hide the fact that she had a taste for younger women,
and Josie looked just good enough to eat. Candice began to
speculate. Perhaps some one-on-one training sessions out at the
estate would lead to something interesting and enjoyable forher.
"Wow, Josie. Would you be willing to do that for me?"
Josie smiled serenely and nodded. She allowed her hand casually
to stroke Candice's arm and noted happily that the older woman
didn't pull away.
"Sure I would, Candice. I'm afraid it would cost a bit more
money because of the extra time for me and all. But I think that
if you want Sparkle trained correctly, it's really the only way
to do it."
Candice looked Josie up and down, appraising, speculating,
fantasizing. Then she made her decision.
"How about I send James over with the car next week at Sparkle's
usual time. He can bring you out to the house and take you back
here, or anywhere else you want to go when you get through with
that day's session."
Josie smiled brightly and said that she thought that was a great
idea. Soon, she and Candice had settled upon an appropriate fee
and had made all the arrangements.
As she drove away that day, Candice admitted to herself that she
thought Josie's revised fee had been just a bit steep. But she
finally rationalized the extra cost and trouble away. After all,
nothing was too good for her little Sparkle. And nothing was too
good for her either. She knew that Josie lived in a trailer
park, and she just figured that the teenager was using her
contacts with her rich female clients to parley her dog training
business into something a bit more lucrative, if also a bit more
intimate. Well, Candice didn't mind paying for it occasionally,
especially if what she got was a choice little piece like Josie.
After all, what was money for if not to enjoy it?
And Candice speculated that Josie would be a very good little
teen lover, very good indeed. Well worth the money. Simply
yummy in fact.
Precisely on time the next week, Candice's Mercedes arrived at
the kennel where Josie worked. Josie was standing right out
front with her training bag in her hand. James the chauffeur
actually got out and opened the door for her. The teenager
smiled brightly at the chauffeur's dutiful manners, and climbed
into the spacious back seat. This was real luxury. Josie was
being exposed to more and more of it as her wealthy dog training
clientele grew. And she simply adored it.
When they arrived at Candice's estate, James got out of the car
as before and opened Josie's door for her. The teenager reveled
in the fact that a girl like her, who lived with her single
parent mother in a trailer park on the edge of town, was getting
such royal treatment. And all this was coming to her just
because she was good at training dogs.
Candice was waiting right there at the front door of her large
home to meet Josie. She had Sparkle cradled in her arms, and the
little white dog was nearly frantic with joy at seeing her
trainer. Josie smiled and scratched behind the dog's ears.
"Happy to see me, huh Sparkle?"
Candice looked directly at the teen girl.
"We both are, Josie."
Josie caught Candice's meaning by the sultry look in her eye.
The teen girl almost snickered aloud as she thought to herself as
they walked inside, 'this was going to be really sweet.'
"Hi, Candice," Josie smiled happily as the older woman closed the
heavy front door behind them.
"Did you make sure that we have a place to work where there will
be no distractions for Sparkle?"
Candice smiled a seductive little smile.
"Oh yes, Josie. We can use the guesthouse. It's away back off
in the trees and it's very secluded. It has a big open living
room with plenty of space for Sparkle and us both.
Josie smiled. This was just exactly what she wanted.
"That sounds great. Let's go."
Soon Josie, Candice, and Sparkle were standing in the big front
room of the guesthouse. Aside from a couch and a couple lounge
chairs, the room was practically empty.
Candice placed her hand lightly on Josie's arm.
"I had most of the furniture taken out, Josie, so we would have
all the room we needed. And I've told all of the servants not to
disturb us."
Josie smiled her sweetest smile.
"How wonderful. Just you and me, and Sparkle in this big old
room. I'm sure I'll have plenty of space to train her correctly
here."
Candice returned the young girl's smile and sat herself down
languidly on the couch to watch.
For the next hour, Candice stayed seated on the couch and
observed Josie work on that week's training schedule with
Sparkle. At first, Sparkle had some trouble getting used to her
new training environment. But Josie was patient with her and
soon the little Westie felt right at home and got into the swing
of her training as if she had been here all along.
Candice looked on as Josie worked the dog, but her lust-eager
mind was focused fully on the girl and not at all on the
training. Josie had worn the very kind of outfit that Candice
found enticing in the extreme: Daisy Duke short shorts and a crop
top that hinted at more than it revealed. By the end of the
hour, Candice wanted more than anything in the whole world to
discover whatever it was that Josie's sexy outfit hidunderneath.
When she finished with Sparkle's training, Josie ordered the
little dog to lie down on a throw rug over in the corner of the
big room and rest. Sparkle happily did as instructed, finding an
out of the way vantage point from which she could observe her
mistress and her trainer.
"You look tired, Josie," Candice said with just a hint of
huskiness in her voice.
"Come sit next to me on the couch and relax."
Josie looked over at the older woman, smiled, and sauntered over
to where she was sitting. As she approached Candice, Josie's
eyes took the older woman in: nice long legs encased in tight
blue jeans and prominent, firm breasts constrained by a tight,
thin, short sleeve blouse. Josie most definitely liked what she
saw. And Josie also liked the sensuous smile that was all over
Candice's face as the young girl sat down close beside her.
"You really have a way with animals, Josie," Candice purred as
she let her free hand stroke the teenager's hair.
"I don't think Sparkle could have gotten better training from
anyone else in town."
Josie closed her eyes, leaned back luxuriantly against the other
woman's side, and allowed Candice to continue running her fingers
through her hair.
"I like training dogs, Candice," was Josie's simple reply as she
pressed herself tightly against the older woman.
Then Josie slowly turned her head so that they were facing each
other and opened her eyes. She looked deeply into Candice's
soul.
"Do you want to kiss me now, Candy girl?"
It was a simple question, stated simply. But for Candice, it was
almost overpowering. Yes. She wanted to kiss Josie in the worst
way. She had been watching her for an hour, allowing her erotic
hunger to grow as she observed that tantalizing young body of
hers. And now she wanted more than anything in this life to make
love to the sexy teenager sitting so close beside her.
"Yes," Candice breathed her warm breath into Josie's face.
"I want to kiss you, Josie."
Josie smiled a sweet-wicked little smile. Then she turned so
that she faced the older woman on the couch. Her hands reached
out and she slowly began rubbing her palms against Candice's
braless breasts through the material of her blouse.
"Are you really sure you want to kiss me now, Candy?"
The older woman moaned sensually deep in her throat at the girl's
wanton, teasing hands on her body.
"Oh yes, Josie. I want to kiss you right now."
Josie kept fondling the older woman's breasts; squeezing,
stroking, taunting.
"Really, really sure?"
Candice couldn't wait a minute longer.
"Yes, Josie. Please let me kiss you."
Josie smiled.
"OK Candy girl," Josie whispered.
"I'll let you kiss me. But you'll have to do something for me,
first."
Candice's expression took on a note of apprehensive curiosity.
Was Josie going to ask for more money? Well, Candice was so hot
for the girl right now that she would have paid almost anything
to have her way with her.
"What do you want me to do, Josie?"
In reply, the teen girl removed one of her hands from its
sensuous occupation, reached around, and placed her fingers
seductively on the nape of the older woman's neck and began
sensuously stroking along her sensitive flesh.
Candice closed her eyes and allowed Josie's fingers to play
across the back of her neck. She began making little mewing
noises in the back of her throat. She was getting so hot for
this girl.
When Josie didn't respond to her question right away, Candice
forced her eyes open and looked directly into the young girl's
eyes.
"What do you want me to do, Josie?"
Josie smiled, removed her other hand from the older woman's
breast, and reached into her training bag, which was sitting on
the floor beside the couch. Then she showed a bewildered and
suddenly very apprehensive Candice what she had taken out of the
bag. It was a dog collar.
"I want to put this collar on you, Candy girl. If you let me put
my little doggie collar on you, then I'll let you kiss me."
Candice blinked and shook her head as if she were trying to get
the cobwebs out of her mind. Her little plan for seducing this
teenage dog trainer was not going quite as planned. Not at all.
Candice, not Josie, was supposed to be the aggressor. Now, this
girl, for whom she had a major case of the hots and for whom she
was paying a major fee, was imposing her own nasty conditions on
their little game.
But Candice was sooooo hot.
"Well, Candy girl. Do you want to kiss me, or don't you?"
Josie was cool and collected. She was going to have her little
way, or she was going to leave. That was obvious.
"Don't you want to kiss me, Candy girl? It feels like you do."
Candice could do nothing but nod her head in agreement. Oh yes.
She most definitely wanted to kiss Josie. And she wanted even
more than that. The girl's fingers stroking her neck were
driving her absolutely crazy.
Candice lowered her eyes.
"OK, Josie. You can put your dog collar on me if you let me kiss
you. I'll play your sick little game. For now, anyway."
Josie held the collar in her hand, making no move to put it
around the older woman's neck. Her stroking fingers were doing
her persuading for her.
Candice looked up at the teenager, her face full of questioning.
Josie smiled at her.
"Ask me, Candy girl. I want you to ask me to put my dog collar
on you."
Candice shivered all over her body. She felt humiliated beyond
anything she could remember. She most certainly didn't want to
ask Josie to degrade her by putting such a thing as a dog collar
on her. But she also most certainly wanted to kiss the young
girl sitting next to her. She wanted it more than anything.
Candice bowed her head in degradation.
"Please put your dog collar on me, Josie," Candice said in a
diffident little girl whisper.
Josie smiled.
"That's not good enough, Candy girl. Say it louder, and really
put your heart and soul into it for me."
Candice began to cry. But she finally found the strength to look
directly at her tormentor.
"Please, Josie. Please put your dog collar on me. I really want
to kiss you. Pleeeeeease, Josie."
Josie giggled, leaned over the now frantic older woman, and
fastened the dog collar around Candice's neck.
"Now that you have my collar on, Candy girl, I want you to be a
good little doggie for me and beg."
In her lust-fogged state of mind, Candice didn't know what Josie
meant.
"What, Josie?"
"Beg, Candy girl. You know, just like Sparkle. If she can do
it, you can, too."
An image of Sparkle seated on her hind paws with her forepaws
held in front of her came to Candice's mind. Did Josie want her
to act like that?
"Beg, Candy Girl. Beg."
As hot tears ran down her face, Candice slowly sat up straight on
the sofa and put her two arms out in front of her parallel with
the floor. Josie smiled and scratched the older woman behind her
ear.
"Good doggie, Candy girl. Now, what do you say?"
Candice looked imploringly at the teenaged girl in front of her.
"Please don't, Josie. Please don't make me do this."
Without warning, Josie slapped Candice's face.
SLAP.
"Bad, bad doggie. Now, what do good little doggies say?"
Candice abandoned all hope. She just had to satisfy her erotic
hunger for this girl no matter how cruelly she was treated by
her.
"Bark, bark," the older woman tried her best to imitate her
little Westie.
Josie grinned.
"That's a good, obedient little doggiewoggie," Josie cooed as she
pulled Candice's head close to her own. As a reward for good
behavior, the teen girl placed her full lips against those of the
older woman and kissed her softly.
Candice moaned deep in her throat as Josie's tongue probed
wantonly deep inside her open mouth. Then she kissed back with
all her will. God, she was so very hot for this enticing
teenaged girl!
Josie indulged Candice's fervent, hungry kiss for a few more
minutes. Then she pulled away.
"I think little Candy girl likes to kiss me. Doesn't she?"
Candice felt like she was falling down a black well of the soul
from which she would never arise again. But Josie was so
powerful, and so desirable, that she found that she really didn't
want to come back after all.
"Doesn't she?" Josie insisted. As she spoke, the teenager ran
her exploring fingertip against Candice's neck all along the top
of Candice's tight dog collar.
Candice continued to cry softly.
"Yes, Josie. Candy girl likes kissing you."
Josie smiled and let her other index fingernail trace the older
woman's blue jean zipper; up and down, up and down. Then, she
took the talon in her fingers and slowly unzipped Candice's
jeans. As the older woman sat there, hypnotized with lust, Josie
pushed her exploring finger way inside the older woman's jeans
and began tickling her trimmed pubic hair through the material of
her sheer panties. God how Candice wanted Josie to play with her
pussy, but she knew deep in her soul not to ask. Josie would do
whatever she wanted, and in her own time.
Candice gurgled deep in her throat as Josie continued to tease
her. She was so very close.
"I bet little Candy girl is so happy that she would be wagging
her tail."
Candice immediately began silding her posteriors across the
material of the sofa in a humiliating attempt to "wag her tail."
It no longer mattered to Candice how far Josie made her go. All
she wanted was more.
"And does my little Candy girl doggiewoggie want to kiss me...
somewhere else?"
Candice's eyes widened. Josie was offering to allow her new pet
the honored privilege of kissing her intimately. Candice was now
almost beside herself with itching, burning desire.
"Yes, Josie. Your Candy girl doggiewoggie would be honored to
kiss you anywhere you said."
Josie raised her other hand from Candice's neck and patted the
older woman's head as if she were an obedient dog. Which, by now
of course, she was.
"I don't know, Candy girl. Getting that kind of treat from me is
a whole lot more than even a good little doggiewoggie like you
should expect from one-on-one training.
Again, Candice did not understand what Josie was driving at. But
she still wanted with all her heart to taste the girl. And she
would just have to do whatever it took. Wouldn't she?
The older woman once again assumed the "beg" position.
"Bark, bark."
Josie giggled.
"Well, Candy girl. If you want to kiss me in my very secret
place, you'll have to earn the privilege. You'll have to agree
to join my little kennel. And you'll also have to agree to take
weekly obedience lessons from me like all my other little big
girl doggiewoggies."
Candice was stunned almost to unconsciousness.
"Your other big girl doggiewoggies?"
Josie looked directly at her and nodded her head in agreement.
Candice's mind recoiled as though she were suddenly confronted
with a poisonous snake. "Girl kennel?" "Obedience lessons?"
Josie could see by the terrified look on Candice's shocked face
that some explanation was now in order.
"Yes, Candy girl. For the past year, I've been assembling a
little private big girl kennel. In fact, your good friend Gail
is one of my best-behaved little doggiewoggies. So is the
mayor's wife. She's such a little cutie pie when she's lying on
her back all naked on the ground, whining and begging with her
little paws waving in the air."
Candice suddenly wanted to run for her life, but Josie's teasing
finger was sliding sensuously outside her panty gusset along her
secretion-covered nether lips and pressing teasingly against the
tight opening. The older woman could not seem to tear herself
away from that tantalizing finger.
"You see, Ellie Peters, you know, the elementary school
principal, has this big farm a few miles from town. And all my
little big girl doggiewoggies have contributed a whole lot of
money to build a nice little kennel for us out there. It has
everything that I need to train all my nasty little big girl
doggiewoggies to be very, very obedient. I'm even starting to
put little electrified collars on my little big girl pets. So
that when they misbehave and don't do as I've trained them, I can
give them little shocks to remind them who the trainer is and who
the nasty little big girl doggiewoggies are. Oh yes. Then they
really behave and do whatever I tell them to."
Josie pushed the panty gusset aside and slid her finger deep into
the older woman. Candice's finger-squeezing contractions and hot
stickiness told the girl in no uncertain terms that she
definitely had another prospect for her exclusive kennel.
"Of course, when my big girl doggiewoggies behave very well for
me, I give them tasty treats to reinforce their good behavior.
Sometimes I let them play together while I watch; they're just so
cute rolling around on the ground with each other, and sniffing,
and licking, and doing all kinds of happy doggie stuff."
Josie's finger was now sliding slowly and rhythmically in and out
of the older woman who was whimpering and squealing just like a
happy little puppy.
"And sometimes I even let them play with me. They're so frisky
you know, and they really try hard to be good and do what I tell
them so I'll be happy with them. They just love putting their
paws on me and licking me all over like good, affectionate little
doggies."
Candice's eyes were wide with anxiety. She didn't think she
wanted to become one of Josie's trained dogs. But, maybe she
did.
The teen girl's probing finger felt so exquisite. And the sick
erotic mind flashes involving frisking around with all the other
naked big girl doggiewoggies out at Ellie Peters' kennel were
driving her simply out of her mind.
Josie, seeing the anxiety and the carnal hunger warring with each
other deep in her latest pet's eyes, just continued to stroke the
older woman's sticky slit, and to speak calming, dog trainer
words. Candice slowly began to relax, and she allowed her lewd
desire to be intimate with Josie overpower all her fear and
humiliation.
Her lust hunger was stronger than ever. She simply could not
resist. Candice abandoned herself completely to Josie's will.
If becoming one of Josie's adult "doggiewoggies" meant that she
could worship this powerfully enticing teen girl in the way she
wanted to, then she would just have to become one. Wouldn't she?
Once again, Josie could sense that her training techniques were
providing her with yet another rich, submissive woman pet to play
with.
"You know, Candy girl. I'm really good at training dogs to be
very obedient. And sick little rich bitch sluts like you are
nothing but dogs, too. Aren't they, girl?"
As an answer, Candice looked at Josie and whined just like a
bitch in heat. Which is exactly what she was.
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