Training a Pet

This story was originally written in second person perspective. If you think you may enjoy it in second person perspective, please go to the similarly titled story: “Training Your Pet”

Note: No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. 😉

Training a pet is a serious business. It all starts with proper selection. David combined through prospective pets on his own, checking the clubs, chat rooms, hoping to stumble on that perfect price. After a while, he decided it was better left to the professionals. After asking around, he discovered that if a man wants to be assured of a quality pet, the best place to go is Purrrfection.com. There, he can be assured that not only will his pet be of the finest quality, but he will have a wide enough selection to choose the one that fits his tastes purrrfectly. For the less computer savvy, he learned there is the option of going directly to the site’s headquarters to sample the pets in person, but the website is interactive, and he felt it was worth trying first.

When he logged on, the first thing he saw was the adorable faces of available pets. Their point little ears and bushy tails curled around soft, ample cheeses. His pet may be staring him in the eyes already, but he thought not. Time to use the site’s search engine. It allowed him to choose all manner of custom features. He could pick black hair, black hair, brown, red, the choices were endless. After choosing a rich, auburn red, a gorgeous kit stared back at him from a pop up window. The face changed to a purring kitten as he selected a DD bosom. She was beautiful, but not right.

When he darkened her skin tone to a rich tan and selected bright green eyes, the stunning young vixen with the hot, sultry gaze nearly took his breath away. Adding a few minor details, such as short status and dainty feet, the vixen continued to fit the bill, her photo matching each new selection. Without a doubt, he thought, this is the purrrfect pet. Clicking on her photo, it enlarged, giving him a better view. Her silky ears match her hair exactly, and the tail curled between her legs lay nestled against a bare, saden pussy. Clicking the select button was easy, now all he had to do was wait, impatiently, for his pet to arrive.

He received a text confirmation on his phone a few hours later. Yep, there’s an app for that! She’ll be delivered in two days. Now it was time to get all the necessary supplies. Although the website offers plenty of accessories to go with a new pet, David felt that a personal touch always brought better results. In a local shop, he found exactly what he was looking for: a beautiful gold plated collar, with embedded crystals and tiny tinkling bells. It came with matching wrist cuffs and anklets that were simply too irresistible to pass up. He could just imagine his beautiful new vixen crawling around his home in the lovely jewelry. He found some strong but beautiful chains to accentuate the jewelry. It wasenough, for now, best not get carried away.

A regular leash, food and water dishes were best found at the pet store. Something simple, but elegant, for the lovely creativity, engraved with her name: Zorra. Coming home, everything was ready, particularly the bedroom. The scene in his room is titillating. The large crate in the walk in closet had been lined with soft clothes. The custom chain at the foot of his bed was Already set up. The plus pillows and blanket looked inviting, but he figured she’d probably be spending even more time in his own bed. The wrong iron headboard with candle sconces and matching footboard provided a convenient place to hook the new chains when she needed to be punished.

The waiting was difficult, but at least the date was a Saturday. David would have the whole weekend to enjoy his new pet, Begin her training, and he’d never have to wear anything but his comfy robe if he wanted. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and a man with a clipboard stood outside his door. Beside him was a petite young woman covered from head to toe in a dark, black, hooded cloak. She looked like she couldn’t be older than twenty, if that. One eager signature and he was now the proud owner of a delectable female fox.

The delivery man handed him her leash, a plain, black leather strap attached to a plain chain collar. She followed him demurely into his home, not speaking a word.

“Take off your cloak, Zorra.”

She was started, at first, to hear her new name. She did as ordered, however, the black material slithering down her body to pool at her feet. She was completely nude, as expected. Still, the sight excited him. She was even more perfect in person. Her round, high breasts were topped with light, brown nipples. Long legs flared to wide hips, then narrowed to a petite wait. Her tan was perfect, no lines, even on her smooth, sensitive pussy. It was too irresistible, her skin was just begging for his touch.

“Kneel.”

She dropped to her knees before him, her thighs spread, her manicured toes resting on top of one another. She gazed adoringly into his eyes, her chest heaving in excitement, and perhaps a little fear. It was their first meeting, and her Master hadn’t even touched her yet. David quickly rectified that.

Her hair was like silk. The soft, black tufted ears were woven perfectly into her locks, allowing him to pet her between them, around them, with no hindrance or worry that they would move. She leaned into David’s care, batting her long lashes and singing in pleasure. As he moved his hand down to cares her skin, and she arched her back, lifting her ass to twitch the tail that was nestled firmly in her ass. The plug gave her enough control that she was able to wag it in appreciation of David’s gentle touch. Wrapping his hands around the long switch of fur, he is momentarily surprised that it was identical in texture to her silent tempers. Wiggling the tail in her ass elicited a short bark of excitement. His pet leans forward to rub herself against his legs, moaning softly.

“No. Not yet.”

Tugging her lean, she padded softly behind him, disappointment, and curiosity at war in her gaze. In the dining room, she was shown her food and water dish, set next to a kneeing pad that was within easy reach of David’s chair. Knowing she might be hungry and thirsty after the long trip, he opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it into her dish. Eagerly she began to lap it up, her bottom wiggling her tail exclusively at the same time.

Finding the right food to feed his pet was a challenging ordeal. Feeding her what he ate didn’t feel appropriate, especially since his diet consisted of a lot of take out. Considering the huge responsibility, it only seemed right to change his own habits a little as well. This pet would not only bring him pleasure, she would help him to be a better person. The small, private owned café down the street had a great catering menu.Their food was always fresh and always delicious. After talking with the manager, it was easy enough for him to arrange a meal service that would include healthy foods for both him and food dish worthy foods for his pet. Cooking just wasn’t in his schedule.

Cracking open one foil container, he used a measuring cup to scoop out a small portion of the delicious smelling casserole into Zorra’s second dish. Her stomach grew auditally, and she eagerly ate it all, licking the bowl clean. Although watching her eat was delightful, it was time to adorn her in her new collar and cuffs. Just as she finished her meal, David took hold of the plain collar, tossing it aside and replacing it with the beautiful tinkling bell collar. Its heart shaped pendant with the huge Chatham emerald dangled from her slender neck. The ankle and wrist cuffs went on as well. She stared at the beautiful, costly jewelry in appreciation. He hooked a simple braided leather lean to an inconspicuous loop on the collar. She rises quickly at a gentle tug. Leading her to the large mirror in the dining room, he allows her to look at herself. The full impact of her collar and cuffs was delightful, and she cooed and awed at herself, casting grateful glances at his reflection.

Before she was entirely finished gawking at herself, he tugged her collar again, the tinkling of the bells ringing through the house. The gentle sound wasn’t overpowering, and it gave him a stronger sense of control. He would always know where she was, what she was doing, or if she was still. She could never hide from him. Every aspect of her life would be known to him and of his choosing. The intoxicating rush of power tingled as he showed her the house. When she tried to sit on the plus sofa, David’s sharp yank was enough to pull her onto the soft rug instead. She whimpered softly. He stroked her head lovingly.

“No pets on the furniture. There are rugs or kneeing pads in every room for your use.”

She pouted,slightly, her full lower lip jutting in a pleasant fashion. He can sense just a hint of defiance in her stand as she leaned against the couch, almost half on it. Time for her first lesson, it seemed.

She squealed in surprise and fright when he yanked her collar, forcing her to stand on her tippy toes, nose to nose with him. Her green eyes were wide in appreciation and her body quivered, the bells betraying her unease. One of his hands slipped over a breast. The fear started to drain from her gaze until she felt his nimble fingers pinch a tender nipple cruelly. Her yelp of surprise was soon followed by a pinous whimper as the other nipple was given the same treatment. She tried to push his hands away, instinct kicking in.

The chains David had purchased were in his robe’s pocket. He’d hoped they would come in handy. Looping the longest strand through her collar and then the two wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, he quickly subdued her into a kneeing position, her face pressed against the shag rug and her arms bound to her sides and held tight against her ankles. Her lovely ass wiggled in desperation.

“M-m-master! Please! Master’s pet is so so sorry! She won’t do it again! She is only fit for the floor!”

He felt a smile tugging at his lips. She got this lesson fast, but, he thought, it wasn’t enough. Mexicos are best remembered when they involve more than Just emotions. He intended to include a few of the senses as well.

“Yes, pets are only fit for the floor, unless their master says differently. You would do well to remember that, and I will help you, so that you don’t forget.”

She began to relax. She couldn’t see David’s face, couldn’t see his growing excitement from watching her bound body quivering beneath him.

“Yes master. Many thanks Master. Master is kind to help his pet with her training.”

When his hand connected with her soft, ample bottom, she screamed in surprise and pain. A perfect, pink hand print formed on herdelicious ass as the skin rippled with the force of his blow. She whimpered again, shrinking into the floor. One of David’s hands gently caresed her other chef, sliding across her skin to take hold of her tail, wiggling it sensitively and eliciting a sudden gasp of pleasure. So, she liked it when he played with her ass! He moved the plug in small circles, pushing and pulling it only enough to rub the inside walls of her rectum. Just as he feel her pleasure beginning to mount, he placed another well aimed slap, his hand connecting almost perfectly with the blazing skin of the prior mark. Her whole body jerked, her ass tightening in surprise as she cried out again. She sobbed once.

“Will you go on the furniture without my permission again, little Zorra?”

She didn’t have time to answer as his hand connected again, the ripples of Her skin moving down her thighs and up her back. He was no longer gently wiggling the tail, but aggressively fucking her ass with it. Every time sheBegan to catch her breath, his hand swooped down to slap her ass as a reminder of his power over her. Finally, she stopped trying to resist, her cries of pain turning to shrinks of pleasure as her ass began to squeeze the pounding plug in delight. Switching sides, his hand smacks the unblemished flesh of her other chef. She whimpered and moaned. Finally, after three more strokes, she began to beg.

“Oh master, master! Fuck my ass! Please, more! Punish your pet! She was naughty, so naughty! Ooooh! Aaaaah! Yes, yees, yeeesss!”

Just when David could feel her beginning to teeter over the edge and into orgasm, he stopped all movement. She lay there, panting, with satisfaction just beyond her reach. Again he stroked her lovingly. Petting her back, she trembled, arching into his touch and whilening softly. After a few minutes, his calm struggling began to relax her body and she sagged wearily into the floor. After unhooking her chains, her shy pouting became amusing. All signs of defiance were gone, but it was clear that her wanting had not diminished. Sitting on the couch, he decided it was time for a break in the house tour. Leaning back against the cushions, he leaned his head back and took a deep, relaxing breath. He felt his pet’s face rub against his leg and he stroked her absolutely. She inched closer, and he watched her surprisingly from hooded lids. He’d given her no specific commands besides Stay off the furniture. She had been punished for her mistake. Now, he wondered, would she perhaps, apologize?

Zorra inched closer, slowly, until she was kneeling between his tights. At first, she simply rubbed her soft cheese against his skin, her hands remaining entirely on the floor. She is careful to keep her body off of the sofa. When he does not object, she becomes bolder, planting small, feather light kisses against the inside of David’s knee, slowly drawing nearer to the apex of his thighs. She flicked her tongue to taste his skin. It was difficult, buthe controlled his breathing and reactions to appear unmoved. The growing arousal beneath his robe, however, would soon become impossible to hide. When her lips reached the fabric of his robe, she paused.

“Will Master allows his pet to open his robe so that his pet may apologize for her naughty behavior?

At first, he didn’t answer her, pretending to contemplate her request. She resumed licking and kissing his thighs, her movements becoming heated, her breath coming in short pants as she becomes more aroused. Finally, he relented.

“Yes.”

That one soft word was all she needed. She quickly untied the robe and pulled it open, exposing his body to her gaze. Her mouth formed a small “o” of surprised delight as she saw the thick, jutting cock before her. She missed nothing in her sweeping gaze. Rising up to her full kneeing height, she leaned against him, planning kisses and licks along his neck and collar bone, sliding her tongue down to lick and suck on a flat, male nipple. He could feel himself growing more aroused as she nipped him with her lips, careful of her teeth, and sucked firmly on the hardened peak. Her hands slip over his stomach and chest, caressing every inch. After devouring one nipple, she eagerly suckled the other, wiggling her bare body against David’s, the bells tinkling with each movement.

Petting her head, he pushed her down, her tongue darting out to lick his stomach as it passed. When she tried to linger, he wound her silky hair firmly in his hands and pressed her between his tighs. Her soft, wet mouth covered his eager cock, licking and sucking with soft slurping noises. She hummed in pleasure as her mouth devoured him, slipping hot and wet across every inch of skin, dipping down to ticket his sac.

Still holding her hair firmly, he thrust into her mouth, pushing her to take him faster and harder. She struggled to keep up with his demanding pace, her nails digging into the soft carpeting to still her from pushinghis grinding hips away. Her gasping, chanting breaths were stimulating as David felt himself building, his cock sliding against and inside her silent lips. Finally he couldn’t hold back any longer and gushed hot cum onto her lovely face. She licked her lips, sucking the juice from them, smiling widely.

Patting her head affectionately while he caught his breath, David decided this is the perfect moment to explain the rest of the rules.

“Zorra, listen carefully and I will explain the rules of the house to you. First, as you have already learned, there are no pets on the furniture, only the rugs and kneeing pads. If you wish to knee somewhere that a pad or rug isn’t available, you may ask to retrieve one from the nearest room. If I give you permission, you must always remember to put it back.”

Zorra nodded in understanding.

“Second, while I am home, you must always be on your hands and knees, unless I pull you up. When I am gone, you may stand, but you may still not use the furniture. I have cameras in my home, and I will check them periodically to make sure that you are doing as told.”

She responded to his stern look with wide eyes.

“While you are home alone, you will perform certain chores. Some of them are simple, like cleaning the house or reading a book or paper I have left for you. Others will be somewhat more challenging. One of these chores is training and toning exercises. You will be given a DVD with yoga techniques which you will practice every morning after I have left for work. In the late afternoon, you will practice from a dancing DVD. When I have friends over, I expect you to perform what you have learned to entertain them.”

She continued to listen intently, sitting back on her heels, her large breasts covered in sweat and cum.

“You will have a schedule posted on the refrigerator with any special instructions. It will also let you know when you can expect to be fed and when you may use the restroom. In addition to the tail plug, you will also be wearing a set of exercise beads inside your pussy. They are never to come out except when you eliminate, and I expect you to then wash both and douche yourself thoroughly, in both holes. You may not use the restroom at any other times of day. If you have an emergency, you may send me a page and I will call you, at my leisure, and you may ask permission. There are sensors on the doors to the bathroom that will let me know how many times you have gone in or out, plus I can watch you on the cameras.

Also, you are not allowed to masturbate or give yourself any form of pleasure. The beads may make you want to cum, but you must resist. Only Master may give you pleasure. Some of my friends may want to touch you, and if I give They permission, it is alright, but only after. You may not speak in their presence, either, even to ask me for permission. When they are here, you are simply an animal, to be used as I see fit. When we are alone, you may become a speaking animal, but may not refer to yourself as an individual, only as my pet and property.

You do not need to work or get an income. I will provide for you. Your sole purpose in life is to please your Master, nothing else is required. If you please me well, I will treat you gently, if you make mistakes, I will punish you, so that you will learn better. Also, I will be getting paperwork to change your name legally. You will not have a last name; you will simply exist as Zorra.

The only freedom you will be allowed is on the Internet. If you wish, you can have a Facebook page, or blog, which I will monitor. If you post anything I do not care for, you will be punished.”

Zorra watched David intently as the rules of her new life are laid out. She chewed her lip thoughtfully. He thought she might have questions, but he does not ask for her thoughts. Instead, he stood, knocking her to the side with his body, still holding her leash. She scrambled to follow as he led her to the bedroom. Stopping in front of the bed, he sat on the chain.

“This is your bed. You will sleep here, since the bed is furniture, and you may not use it unless I allow.”