The Bitch Trainer by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F Bondage
If I'd been in a good mood when I got on the plane nothing would have happened. But I'd had a bad day, and my period was starting, so I was in a black mood. I'd upgraded to first-class and had hoped to wind up sitting alone. But it wasn't my lucky day. A pert, perky little blonde sat down next to me. She'd obviously just come from someplace warm because she was nicely tanned and was wearing a sundress and sandals. I turned slightly and stared out
the window, hoping she'd get the message. But she didn't. After we were off the ground she smiled and said, "Hi, I' m Megan Boyer. Where are you headed?" "Tuscon." I spoke curtly, hoping to discourage her. But she still didn't get the message. "I'm going home to Phoenix. To get married." She held out her left hand so I could admire her engagement ring. It was big, at least 3 carats, and very impressive. She chattered on and on, and within a couple of minutes I knew that she was 24, an only child, a graduate of Arizona State, where she'd been a cheerleader (big surprise) and she was currently working for a public relations firm. She wound up by asking what I did for a living. "I'm a trainer." Again, I spoke curtly, hoping to end the conversation. No such luck. "What kind of trainer? A personal trainer? I mean, you look very fit." I sighed and turned toward her. Her dress had ridden quite high on her firm, tanned thighs. I put my hand on her leg, just above her knee, and squeezed gently. Her skin was as soft as velvet. I leaned close and whispered, "I' m a bitch trainer. People pay me to take pretty little girls like you and train them to be obedient little bitches." Her eyes widened in surprise and I saw a bead of sweat on her upper lip. "You... you're kidding, aren't you?" I shook my head and ran my hand slowly up her thigh. "No, I'm not. In six weeks I could teach you to be a perfect little bitch. How'd you like to learn to live life as a dog? Hmmm, bitch? You'd look good on your hands and knees, nude, collared, and ready to fuck." She shook her head back and forth, her eyes locked on mine. "Nooo." My hand reached the top of her thigh and I was surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing panties. I brushed her pubic bush with the tips of my fingers and then turned back to the window. She was quiet for the rest of the flight and I managed to sleep for an hour. When the plane arrived in Phoenix she was the first one off and I never expected to see her again. I found my truck in the short-term lot and drove to
Tuscon and then on to the small ranch I owned south of the city. Business had been slow for a month and I didn't expect it to pick up until the fall. But I didn't mind, I had lots to do as I worked to renovate the old ranch house. Money wasn't an issue. I'd inherited a ton of it from my grandmother and it kept piling up since I spent only a small fraction of my yearly income. A few days later I got a call from a man who asked if I was available to train his fiance. I was about to refuse since I don't take clients unless they've been referred by someone I know but he said, "You know her. You met her on the flight from Chicago. Megan Boyer." I was still reluctant but, in the end, I agreed. I arranged to pick her up in Tuscon in two days. I drove to Tuscon two days later, arriving early for our 9:00 a.m. meeting. I was surprised to see that Megan was already there and more surprised to see that she was alone. I'd expected that the fiance would bring her. I slipped into the booth and ordered coffee from the waitress. "Are you alone?" She nodded. "Bryan was busy so I came down last night on the bus." I glanced at her hand. "Where's your ring?" "Bryan has it. He thought it would be safer if it stayed with him until after..." She wasn't the same perky person she'd been on the plane but I attributed it to nervousness. She was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and running shoes. It was obvious that she was braless because the cool air from the A/C vent had brought her nipples up. She blushed when she noticed me looking at them. I sipped my coffee and then told her what we were going to do. "My van's parked up the street. We'll leave in a minute and get into the back of the van. You'll remove your clothes and I'll put a collar on you and then you' ll be caged. If you speak another word between now and then I'll gag you. Nod your head if you understand." She nodded her head. Her expression was a mixture of fear and excitement. That told me that she wanted the training despite being scard. When they' re forced to come for training all I see is fear. I dropped some money on the table and stood up. I walked away without looking back. Megan caught up with me outside and we walked to the van in silence. Wonderful, blessed silence. My van is a GMC panel van. The back windows are one-way glass. The interior is sealed off from the cab by mesh grate. A curtain blocks the view from the front. We got in and she quickly removed her clothes. I put her on her hands and knees and fastened a collar around her neck. Then I locked her in the cage. It's made for large dogs, up to 150 pounds, and it forces a human to remain on hands and knees. The bottom is covered with carpeting for comfort. She curled up and watched silently as I locked the cage with a sliding lock that she could easily open in an emergency. The lock is purely symbolic and isn't meant to keep someone from getting out of the cage. An hour later I unloaded her at the ranch. I unlocked the cage, snapped a leash onto her collar, and led her out. I let her climb down like a human would and then I put her on her hands and knees. "You'll remain on your hands and knees at all times. If you stand erect you'll be punished severely. In addtion, you're not allowed to speak unless it's an emergency, a life-or-death situation. Nod if you understand." She glanced up and nodded. "Good. You'll have to learn to make your needs known just like a real dog does." And so her training began. Right from the start she was one of the best I' d ever trained. Maybe the best. I cut her hair and shaved her pubic mound. Her tight little ass was nicely rounded, with a deep cleavage between her buttocks. Her anus and vulva were nicely displayed and very accessible. She took punishment well, sobbing prettily when she was whipped for making a mistake. Afterward, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she lick my hand and whine until I fondled her and told her she was a good little bitch. She loved sex. She didn't balk when I instructed her to lick me. I taught her how to please me with her tongue and she learned quickly. I fucked her with strap-ons and she took the biggest one I had and pushed herself back against it to emphasize her need. The hardest thing for her to learn was how to pee and defecate while on her hands and knees. She learned to go to the door and scratch on it when she had to go. I had to bathe her frequently in the beginning but she soon got the hang of it. I always carried a plastic bag and a wad of toilet tissue so I could wipe her after she defecated. She cried when I greased her pretty little anus but she didn't resist. In time, she came to enjoy taking it in the ass. I asked her if Byran planned on having her front teeth removed and replaced with bridges. She shrugged and shook her head. In answer to her inquiring look I explained that some owners had it done so they could fuck their pets in the face. Her expression made it clear that she didn't care for the idea. Nor did she seem to care for the other things some owners did - having their pets spayed and/or having their vocal cords snipped. It was expensive and required a trip out of the country but some owners insisted on it. I put a pair of pads on her to protect her pretty knees since I didn't know if she'd be a full-time bitch or just part-time. Before taking her outside I'd rub her down with SPF40 suntan lotion. She wiggle with pleasure as I applied it and often, as a reward for being good, I'd masturbate her to orgasm. She learned quickly and she was ready in six weeks. She was trained to go from human to bitch on a hand signal. I knew one owner who delighted in shocking party guests by giving his wife/bitch the signal in the middle of the party. He liked watching their reaction as she stripped and dropped to her hands and knees. On the last day I let her revert to human mode but I kept her nude because I enjoyed looking at her body. She sat on my lap and I fondled her pretty tits while I called the number her fiance had left. It had been disconnected. She got off my lap and stood next to me while I called the operator. I fondled her buttocks absentmindedly while the operator explained that the number hadn't been assigned to anyone in almost a year. I glanced up at Megan and asked her if she knew why he'd give me a phony number. She shook her head. "Go and get dressed. I'll drive you to Phoenix."
She disappeared through the door and returned a few minutes later wearing the same clothes she'd arrived in. I was surprised to see her holding a collar, a leash, and the leather strap I used to punish her. She smiled and swung the strap, catching me across the face. I held my arms up as she swung the strap again and again. She whipped me hard, driving me into a corner where I cowered, sobbing. "I broke off with Bryan the day I met you. Coming down her was my own idea because I wanted the training. Now I want to be the trainer. And you're going to be my first effort." She raised the strap and brought in down across my face. " You can stop me at anytime by removing your clothes, bitch." Within two minutes I was nude, collared, and leashed. My training was extremely harsh. I was whipped mercilessly for the slightest mistake. She cut my hair very short and shaved me. But then she took me into Phoenix to have my pubic hair removed permanently with a laser. It took two months and cost a lot of money but she didn't care. Her bitch was paying. I cried when she greased my anus and fucked me with a huge punishment dildo. When I screamed she smiled and said, "We'll have to do something about that." A week later we flew to ... well, never mind where. She took me to a clinic where my tubes were tied and my vocal cords cut. Having my tubes tied was a precaution, in case she decided to sell me or have me fucked for her own amusement. On the flight back, I was wearing a skimpy little tank top, a short denim skirt (16") and sandals. We flew first class. When the flight attendant, a pretty redhead, asked me what I wanted to drink I looked at Megan. "My bitch can't talk. She'll have orange juice." The redhead was fascinated by my collar and my obvious subservience. She was also fascintate by my long, sleek legs. She crouched next to my seat while she talked to Megan, but she couldn't keep her eyes from straying to my legs. While they talked, Megan stroked my thigh, pushing my skirt up, showing off my bare pussy. The redhead smile and said, "May I?" Megan nodded and the redhead put her hand on my leg. She stroked my thigh while she asked Megan what'd she'd meant when she said I was her bitch. I whimpered when the redhead's fingers touched my vulva. I threw Megan a pleading look but she just smiled and said, "Behave, bitch." I closed my eyes and let the redhead play with me while they talked. Before we left the plane the redhead had an invitation to come to the ranch to `play' with me. I curled up in the cage and slept during the ride in from the airport. We stayed in Phoenix for two days while my attorney drew up the papers that gave Megan legal control of me and all of my possessions.
I signed everything and Megan became my legal `owner'. She also became my heir. My attorney was a little wary until I wrote out a note explaining that I'd lost my voice due to an accident and Megan was going to live with me and be my voice. When we got back to the ranch I began my life as an animal, a bitch, a sexual toy. I live in a dog house behind the barn and I'm only allowed in the house when she wants to use me sexually. The dog house is enclosed by a seven-foot chain link fence with barbed wire at the top. I'm fed once a day, dog food laced with vitamins, and a continuous drip-feed keeps my water bowl full. I have a blanket to curl up in when the nights are cold and I can go into the barn when the sun is high. I use one corner of the pen to relieve myself and Megan cleans it every day. She's good to me and treats me fairly well. She only whips me when I've done something wrong. The redhead, Ellie, arrived a few days ago. She was stunned when Megan brought her to see me in my run. Ellie was wearing jeans, a black silk T-shirt, and cowboy boots. Her long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked beautiful. I wiggled my butt and licked her hand when she crouched to pet me. She glanced up in surprise when Megan said, "Katie needs a playmate. Why don't you take off your clothes and join her." Ellie stood up and said, "No way! No fuckin' way." She turned and walked away. Megan followed and I saw them stop at the corner of the barn. Megan put her hand on the back of Ellie's neck and rubbed gently while she talked.
Ellie stood there, shaking her head while Megan talked. They disappeared around the corner and I thought I'd seen the last of Ellie. A few minutes later they came back. Ellie stood outside the pen and stared at me in silence for several minutes. Megan stood nearby, watching silently. Finally, with tears running down her cheeks, Ellie removed her clothes and dropped to her hands and knees. Megan collared her and opened the pen. As soon as Ellie was inside, with the gate locked behind her, I bowled her over with my shoulder and established dominance by biting her high on the tender skin of her inner thigh. After that she lay quietly while I explored her with my tongue. She wasn't shaved yet but I didn't mind. Her cunt was wet and delicious. Ellie's training was nowhere near as harsh as mine had been. But Megan did a good job and I had to admit to myself that she's a much better trainer than I ever was. She took me with her when she took Ellie to be fixed. Now, we're Megan's bitches. She shows us off to potential clients. Ellie and I share a new, larger dog house. And we're content. I know that sooner or later Megan will sell me. It scares me a little but I try not to think about it. I can't do anything about it because, after all, I'm just a pretty bitch.
The End