Date: Sun, 7 Mar 2010 23:28:00 EST
From: "Laura Davis" <ldavis4@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Bitch Trainer

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