Trust (with audio)

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Part 2

Before we start, I want to warn you. This one gets more than a little dark as two broken people try pet play to see if they can be fixed. Listen or read at your own risk. 

It began like this:

"Well, Brian, do you trust me or not?" Melody asked, her hands all but glued to her hips. Her eyes locked on mine, and her bottom lip jutted out in a noticeable pout. "Well?"

"Of course I trust you."

"Then do it and give me the ring."

"But..."

"But nothing. You either trust me or not, right?"

"Sure, but if you lose it --"

"Do. You. Trust. Me?"

"I love you."

"I know, but that's not what I asked you. You've lasso the moon or move heaven and hell for me. I know. You've said it all before. But do you really, actually, 100 percent, beyond all shadow of doubt trust me enough to do this?"

I sighed. Truth be known, I wasn't sure. I mean, yeah, I trusted her with all the normal important stuff a guy might trust his fiancee with -- money, cars, house, trips, even having a lunch with one of her guy friends -- all that kind of thing. But this, well, this was serious. If I did this. If I let her have the ring and she lost it -- because accidents happen -- then, I'd be screwed for the rest of my life.

The ring in question was an heirloom that had been lost to my family for three generations and only returned when my grandfather gave it to me in his will. There were only two in existence, and I had no clue where the other one might be. The ring had been alledgedly created by the Anunnaki back in the day of what eventually became Persia. Whether magic or some kind of alien superscience, I wasn't sure, nor had granddad known, but it didn't matter. The ring worked exactly as I was told it was designed to. It adapted the wearer's DNA to allow him or her to literally become a different person -- specifically the person one would have been if he or she had been born as the opposite gender.

And as crazy as it sounded, I had been moving between Brian and Jillian since I was eight years old and had learned to operate the ring.

But never had I told anyone else about it, not even the close girlfriends I had managed to get to know both as Brian and as Jill. Nor any of the boyfriends I had dated as Jill. It was just all too weird for anyone else to take in.

At least until Melody.

If we were going to spend the rest of our lives together, then I owed it to her to be totally open and totally honest. So I told her. Then I showed her.

It freaked her out at first, but then she gradually got used to the idea, even double dating together as girlfriends, and ocassionally hooking up as lovers. I think that threw her the most was the way that when I was Jill, I was really Jill, not Brian. I mean, not only did I not look like Brian anymore, but I wasn't just Brian in a Jill body. Sure, Jill and I shared the same pool of memories and the same basic personality, but there were just enough differences between us to make Jill genuinely her own person.

And Melody had accepted both of us, Jill and Brian. She loved us both, and we both loved her.

But did we trust her enough to give her the ring and let her have control over when I might be able to return to being Brian again? And knowing how scatterbrained she had proven to be on ocassion, did I trust her not to lose it, leaving me stuck as Jill for the rest of my life?

"You know I love you."

"I know you're starting to annoy me."

"Well," I backpedaled, my brow already moist with sweat. "If you were to lose it, that's basically just killing me. I'd be gone for good."

"Do you seriously expect me to kill you, Brian? Even accidentally?"

I shook my head. "Things can happen."

"Yeah, people can piss other people off."

"Listen..."

"No." She heaved her chest heavily and glared. "No, it's okay. I get it. You don't trust me after all. You're willing to marry me, but not to --"

Fuck it, I thought. I slipped the ring onto my finger, and instantly, Brian was gone. In his place stood a the shorter, red-headed, curly-topped sweetheart named Jill. Brian's khakis and sweater hung loose on my smaller frame. "Fine," I said in my new, girl voice.

Melody's frown curled up into a grin and she stepped toward me. I slipped the ring off my finger and stretched out my hand to offer it to her.

"You're sure?"

I shook my head. "No. But if I'm gonna trust you, I need to put my money where my mouth is."

"Good girl," she said with a giggle, then took the ring from me. "And just to prove to you than I can be trusted with something this important, I'm going to put this in my safety deposit box at the bank. That way, you're still dependent on my to change back, but you don't have to worry about getting stuck."

I nodded.

"Now, go get dressed. We're going to run to the bank and then I'm treating you to Chinese for dinner."

"It's a date," I said.

"Damn straight," she replied.

* * *

Two hours later, the ring was safely locked away at the band, and my fate was in the hands of my fiancee. I was Jill, and Jill I would remain until this little exercise in trust and extending of personal liberties was complete.

Melody had insisted I dressed to the nines, and so I had slipped on an olive green, spaghetti-strapped dress with matching hose, knee-high, heeled boots, and hand pulled my tangle of red curls into a scrunchie, then I made my face in "cat-eyes" and dark green shading over my eyes. Very exotic.

Melody, on the other hand, had worn a pair of brown slacks and a creme blouse with brown flats. Her brown hair hung loose just over her shoulders.

"You look amazing" she said.

"I look overdressed," I said.

"You look beautiful."

I blushed.

"Isn't this nice?" she said, reaching across the table for my hand. "Just us girls out together."

I smileed. "Nice," I repeated.

She let go of my hand and game me a sudden stare. "Damn."

"What?"

"I wish I had boobs like yours."

I laughed.

"I'm serious. You're not even a girl all the time, but when you are, you're so smoking hot I feel like the leftovers."

"You're never anybody's leftovers, Melody."

"You're sweet, but stop trying to change the subject."

She was right. As Jill, I did have a very nice set of breasts. 36D. Which, although already large enough for most women, looked even larger on me because of my short, 5'2" frame. Even with my heeled boots, Melody, at 5'8" towered over me dressed in flats. Her figure though was what I considered ideal, both as Brian and as Jill. Tall and proportioned, she could have been a model save for her more mousy, girl next door features and broad, athletic shoulders.

"Hell, I'm a girl, and I want to motorboat those babies."

I blushed again. "Melody!"

"I'm serious. Damn, girl."

She leaned across the table. "Besides, tonight, you're mine, boobs and all."

Damn it. She did it again, and my cheeks flushed red.

"You're such an easy target," she said.

"I'm not easy," I laughed.

"We'll see."

After dinner, we went out to a few clubs to dance, and luckily Melody avoided drinks since she was driving, leaving me to relax and enjoy the evening. I could have sworn she was actually trying to get me drunk, plying me with what must have been six glasses of red wine, and a few shows of bourbon, then a Jack and Diet Coke at the last place we went. After commanding me to follow her and "let's get you home," I must have passed out in the car.

* * *

I awoke with a splitting headache and realized I couldn't move my arms.

The headache was easy enough. A hangover. I had indulged in quite a bit more alcohol that my tiny body could handle.

The lack of movement though was something I didn't have an answer for.

My hands felt pressed together palm to palm, and my forearms too touched up to my elbows, which pulled my shoulders back and made me arch my back and push our my already enormous breasts.

I wriggled and squirmed on the... what was I on? The bed? Not mine.

I looked around and found brown walls all around me. I was cushioned, but definitely inside something roughly boxlike.

I tried to touch the walls with a foot and soon found those too were bound. I tested the bonds, but found both legs wrapped tightly across the feet, at the ankles, just above the calves, and twice above my knees. Then they had been pulled up behind me and tied off to whatever held my arms behind my back.

I cried out, but only made a muffled sound. Something large and rubber had been shoved into my mouth and tied off behind my head.

What the fuck was going on?

The sound of feet shuffling outside my box jerked me alert, and I tilted my head as est I could to see, but the walls of the box blocked my view. They must have been about four feet high as I couldn't see over them.

Finally, Melody's smiling face peered over the edge and said, "Oh, good. You're finally awake. It's about time, sleepyhead."

She climbed over the edge of the box and grinned like the cat that had eaten the canary.

And I was the canary.

She showed me an egg-shaped object in her hand. "This is for you, sweetie. To keep you company." Deftly, she slinked her hand under my pantyhose and panties, then slid the egg inside me. She squeezed it, and it vibrated to life. I jolted and mumbled from shock. "Don't worry, Jill, my darling. I put in fresh batteries, and they should run for at least eighteen hours before they even start to slow down."

She reached into her pocket, and she retrieved another egg that matched the first. "Surprise!" she said. "I have to go to work, but I didn't want you to be lonely while I was gone, so I figured I'd provide you a little something to keep you busy."

The next thing I knew, Melody's hand was inside my underwear again, this time from behind. I shuddered and whelped when she forced the second egg inside my ass, already vibrating since she had turned it on before putting it inside me. "There you go, my love," she said. "I was hoping to get more time to play this morning, but since you drank so much, you slept later than I hoped you would. But don't worry. I'll be sure and punish you for that when I get home."

I stared at her, and I'm pretty sure she got the 'what the fuck is going on' intention in my eyes.

She grinned.

"Starting to second guess that decision to leave the ring in my control, sweetie? Well, don't worry. I remember a long time ago when you, well, the Brian you, told me that you used to wonder what it would be like to have a woman boss you around and pretty much dominate you. Well, I remember that a few weeks ago, and I've been planning for this ever since. And since there was no way I could every really physcially take charge of you as a man, I figured I'd have to do it when you were a girl."

She patted my ass twice, like she might do to a pet.

"And to be honest, I'm really looking forward to exploring my dominant side. I really appreciate the opportunity to do that, and I'm glad you trust me enough to let me spring this on you."

I shook my head.

She laughed.

"You're head may say no, but your mouth doesn't say anything, and don't forget that I just had my hand in your sex, and trust me, it said, 'Yes, yes, oh my god yes!'"

Damn her. She was right.

She stood up and stepped out of the box. My box. My... cage.

"Be a good girl, Jill. I'll be home soon to see how well you simmered while I was gone."

* * *

By the time Melody returned home, I was little more than a puddle of lust poured out all over my box. I had been rocked by so many orgasms that I could barely think. I had reached the point that I merely passed out between them, then jerked awake again in time for the latest jolt to ravage my nerves.

If Melody spoke to me when she arrived, I didn't know. I couldn't focus. All I knew was that when I finally felt empty inside, I closed my eyes again, exhausted from an overdose of passion.

But oh no, that wouldn't do. I had slept away our play time the night before, and Melody was having none of that. I awoke again to a stinging pain on my ass.

"Wake up!" she yelled. "You are not going to skip out on our special time together tonight, my pet."

My eyes snapped open and I jerked my head in her direction. She gently massaged my ass where she had just struck me. "That better, my dear?" she asked. I nodded as best I could. "Wow," she said, "you must have had a great time after all. You're drenched in sweat. And it was a cool day today too."

As she spoke, the untied the rope that bound my feet to my armbinder. Then she cut the tape away from my feet, ankles, calves, and thighs and helped me to my feet. I motioned with my eyes toward the armbinder, but she shook her head. "Oh, no, sweetie. That stays on for now. I really like the way it makes those huge boobs of yours poke out even further."

She kicked down the side of the box, and helped me walk from the storage room into the living room and help me sit on the sofa. She left me for a few moments but soon returned with a wet cloth and gave me a sponge bath as best she could with my dress still on. She removed my boots and panties and hose, and bathed my legs and privates. She left the dress on, since she really didn't want to remove the armbinder yet, but lifted it above my head to clean my chest and stomach. After wiping my face, she helped me stand again and led me to the kitchen.

Once there, she sat me down at the table and unbuckled the gag from around my face. I spit dryly as the rubber monster snapped out of my mouth with a loud popping sound from where my lips had created a seal around it. I moved my jaw around as best I could, noticing the extreme soreness in my face.

"Tired?" Melody asked.

I nodded.

"Well, take you time. You're got a lot to recover from."

I nodded again, too weak and sore to speak.

She cocked her head to the side, then leaned in to kiss me. I let her, even returning the kiss.

"That's nice," she said. "I really do love you."

"Fine... F... Fine way of... showing it..."

She grinned. "Wait until later tonight."

My eyes grew wide.

"Oh, you didn't think we were done yet, did you?"

"We're not?"

She shook her head.

"I figured you'd have your fun," I started, then coughed. "Then we'd go get my ring back."

"Your ring?" She shook her head again. "You gave me control of it. That's MY ring now, Jill. And you will have access to it when and where I choose to allow it. You're mine until I see fit to return you to yourself, darling."

"But... You can't..."

"Unless you have a key to my bankbox, I can do whatever I want, as far as that ring is concerned."

I sighed.

"But I promise you this, sweetheart. We'll both have a very, very good time."

As she spoke, she slid her hand under the edge of my dress and slipped two fingers inside me, and my body responded just as quickly as she had been conditioning me to do all day. My nerves tingled. Then her thumb rubbed my clit, and the energy found a place to centralize.

I moaned in spite of myself.

"See?" she said. "I told you we've both have fun."

"Please," I begged. "No more. It's enough. I'm spent. I can't do this anymore today."

A third finger joined the other two.

"I'm willing to bet you can."

And so I sat the the table while Melody gave me what felt like my hundredth orgasm of the day. My body buckled, and thankfully the back of the chair caught me, but she didn't stop when she saw me climax.

"I bet you have another one in you," she said, grinding her fingers inside me.

"Please..." I begged, but she shut me up with a kiss, pulling me by my shoulders into her tight embrace. She held me as I rocked against her, shivering and shuddering as the electricity took over my body again, then she continued kissing me and fucking me with her fingers until I finally succumbed and fell against her, unable to support my own weight.

"Oh my god," I muttered. "That was amazing."

"You may have had time as a woman while Brian was growing up, but you've not really had time as a woman to the fullest. A woman can handle a lot of orgasms. A lot. Sure, they may wreck her mentally and sexually and even physically, but that doesn't mean she can't handle them or she can't enjoy them anymore."

I whimpered, resting my face against her shoulder.

"And I'm going to teach you all about being a woman, sweetheart. You're going to be so spent by the time I'm through with you, you may not remember your name." She laughed. "Well, at least not the name Brian. Hell, you may never want to go back to being Brian again by the time I'm through with you, sweetie."

She led me to the couch and lay me down. I fell in a heap on top of my bound arms. I was so tired and spent that I didn't care if they hurt or not. Hell, I could hardly feel anything except the energy draining from my worn out pussy.

"Now," she said, "I'm going to get a shower before I get you ready for tonight. But just so you don't forget me..."

She quickly slipped one egg, then the other, inside my sex, then put my panties back on me to keep them in. They buzzed and wiggled, and my body responded again, in spite of my exhaustion.

"Please..." I begged again.

She squeezed my breasts, then left me to the sweet, sweet torment to cum and cum again with all the coming orgasms that I could do nothing to stop. By the fifth time, my panties were soaked, and so was the couch. But I didn't care. I was a machine. I had one purpose, and that was to cum as many times and as hard and long as Melody wanted me to.

And so I did.

****

"Before I let you out of that armbinder," Melody said as she rejoined me in the living room fresh from her shower. She wore a pair of sweatpants and a blue T-shirt with a dancing coffee cup on it. Her hair hung wet on her shoulders. "I want to show you the special boots I picked up for you today."

The boots she held up to show me were tall -- at least thigh high and maybe even taller. There were no heels this time, just what looked to be soft, black leather, more like leather stockings than actual boots. Then there was the matter of the straps, two above the knee and two below. That didn't look promising, at least not to me.

"Beautiful, aren't they?"

"What are those straps for?" I asked, both thrilled and saddened that Melody had freed my pussy from the twin eggs that had kept me on edge during her absense.

"Oh well," she said. "Let's try them on and see how they fit."

"The straps?" I pressed the point.

"Oh... I forget your stockings." And with that she sauntered away and returned about a minute later with a pair of black stockings, the kind with a seam in the back and a reinforced toe and heel in red. All they were missing was a row of little red bows running up the seam.

"Okay," she said, and I knew she was going to ignore my question about the straps. Hell, I figured, I'd find out soon enough. With my arms still bound -- and beginning to hurt again without the constant distraction of the eggs -- it wasn't as if I could do a damn thing about it anyway. So I simply lifted my legs one at a time and helped her as best I could to slide the shimmery stockings onto me. She made a great fuss about making sure the seams were straight and took a few extra moments to massage my thighs. "And now, the piece de resistance," she said.

Now I knew why she had wanted the stockings. The leather inside the boots slid up my legs with no problem or resistance thanks to the silk encasements. She fussed those into place as well, and I found out I was right about them. They were soft and very flexible, more like stockings themselves than boots. Even the bottom was soft leather with no hard heel or even flat rubber sole.

"Now I believe you were asking about these straps," she said, taking my right leg and bending it at the knee. She pressed until my heel were firm against my ass, then wound the strap closest to my ankle through a two loops on my upper thigh, then ran it through the buckle and pulled it tight, locking my leg in a folded position.

"What the hell?" I said.

"You won't need your legs tonight, my darling. Trust me."

"But..."

"Shush now, because I'd rather not gag you again." As she spoke, she rested her index finger against my lips, and like an obedient child, I shut up. What the hell? Was she conditioning me? How far could this go?

I watched silently as she next fastened the strap on my upper thigh through a loop just below my calf and buckled it shut. Then she did the same with the strap on my upper calf. Last, she wrapped the strap attached to my lower thigh around the spot an inch or so below my knee and when she was done, I had very little room to move.

In response to my inch or so of wiggle room, she smiled and began tightening each strap at least one more hole, and when she finished that time, my wiggle room was gone. I was completely secured with my leg bent behind me.

Satisfied, she did the same to my left leg.

When she was done, she helped me to the floor from the couch. She pressed on my knee and I was surprised to find a layer of thick foamy padding there. "Surprise," she said. "Wouldn't want you to wear out those knees tonight, my pet."

There was something mischevious in the way she said 'pet' that frightened me. "Now hold tight, darling. I'll be right back."

When she returned she held up two long black gloves -- well, more like mittens because neither had individual slots for my fingers. I looked closer and gasped aloud. Or my thumbs.

"Melody?"

"Yes?"

"What's up with those gloves?"

"They're part of a set. They go with the boots, stupid."

"Are you..."

She nodded. "That's right, sweetie. I'm going to do your arms too. I know you want free of that armbinder, but I can't just have your free to do what you want willy nilly, can I?"

I shook my head. "Please. This has gone far enough. We can pick it up tomorrow. But just let me lose so I can sleep."

She smirked. "Oh, no. I don't think so." She pointed to the ball gag she had left lying on the lamp table. "Now can you keep it quiet and stop complaining, or do I need to put that back in your mouth?"

I shut right the hell up. There was no way I wanted to endure that thing again. Without another word, she unfastend the armbinder and slid it off my arms and shoulders. Then she carefully cut away the that bound my hands, wrists and elbows together. For a moment, I thought about using my newfound freedom to fight her off and show her how serious I was about getting a good night's sleep, but the stab of pain in my arms convinced me otherwise.

"Be careful, sweetheart. They've been back there so long it's probably gonna take a few minutes to get them to work right again without hurting. I'm sure your nerves are killing you right now. I'll tell you what... Let me get their gloves on you and then I'll give you some painkillers to help you feel better."

As she spoke, she helpled me out of the dress, then my bra, leaving me naked. Then she slipped a pair of black satin opera gloves onto each hand, then covered them with the leather 'gloves.' When I saw them on me, I realized they were more sheath than glove. My hand looked more like a flipper than a human hand. I tried to bend it but found that the glove portion had a metal bar that forced me to keep my hand out straight. No thumbs. No bending. And that meant no attempts to free myself later.

If she noticed my frustration, she said nothing. She only motioned for me to bend my right arm at the elbow, and I did as she commanded, then she fastened the four straps around and buckled them until my right arm was as secure as both my legs. I moved it, testing the range of motion. No much, unless I wanted to do the chicken dance.

Then she secured my left arm. When she was done, she surveyed her work and smiled at me. "Such a pretty girl. But something's missing." She stared for a moment before her eyes lit up. "That's it."

She disappeared into the bedroom then returned with a hairbrush and two ponytail holders. She brushed my hair gently, then pulled all the long curls on one side into a bouncy ponytail. She grinned and then did the same to the other side. "Perfect," she said, nodding along. She then pushed me onto all fours, and as I looked up at her to ask her what the hell she was doing, she snapped a picture with her phone.

She showed it too me. I couldn't believe it.

She laughed. "So cute, right?"

Standing on all fours, with my long curls reshaped into a pair of cute, puppy ears, I looked like the human equivalent of a pet dog.

"Like red-haired cocker spaniel," she laughed. "Oh my god."

Then she snapped about twenty more photos and sat down beside me to show me each one. If I'd been Brian, I would have been horny as hell seeing this cute girl all dressed up like a waiting pet to ravage. Hell, even as Jill, I was starting to feel a little tingle inside.

"One last thing, Jill," she said, and she showed me a small box. She opened it and removed a black, leather collar and leash.

I shook my head vigorously. "No, that's too far."

"Oh..." she said.

"And what do you plan to do about it?"

I backed away slowly. Well, on all fours, slowly was the only way I could do anything. "No. I won't allow it."

She grinned victoriously. "And how are you going to stop me?"

I walked away to the other side of the room.

"Are you going to try to run away, little princess?"

"Don't call me that. My name is Jill."

"Awww, does sweet little Princess not like her collar?"

"I told you not to call me that."

She laughed again. Then she took a step toward me.

I moved toward the bedroom.

She took another step.

I "ran" to the hallway and through to the bedroom. Well, ran is stretching the truth a bit. I wobbled and walked as fast as I could without falling, all the while hearing her call out from the living room, "You better run, little princess. Mommy's coming to get you."

When I heard her footsteps on the floor, I know I was doom. There was no way I would win, but I could still fight at least.

She entered the bedroom, leash and collar in hand, and grinned at me from the doorway. Instinctively I backed away and realized how stupid I'd been. The floor had changed from carpet to tile. I was in the bathroom. There was nothing left to do but commit to my mistake and I backed away until my but rested again the wall beside the toilet.

Melody entered and shut the door. Then she walked past me and sat on the toilet.

"I'll tell you what, princess. If you still think you're anything other than sweet, little pet, I'll give you a chance to prove it. All you have to do is go over and open that door to let yourself out." She reached out and petted my head, taking special effort to stroke my 'ears.' "But I know that's not true, and you can't do it. Even so, I'll make a bet with you. If you can do it, I'll set you free and then tomorrow we'll go get your ring and let your reset everything to normal."

I walked toward the door. This would be easier than she had planned. The bathroom door weren't regular doorknobs, but instead were the handles that could be pulled up or down to release the catch and open the door.

"But if you can't, then I'm going to have all kind of fun with my sweet, little princess for... let's see. I had only planned on keeping you like this tonight, but seeing how much you're enjoying it, let's say a week. That sounds good. If you can't open the door and get out, then I'm going to collar you and keep you this way until next Wednesday."

There was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. I marched to the door, and raised my head to push on the handle.

Damn it. I hadn't taken my new quadraped height into account. I couldn't reach it.

Ah. It hit me. I would need to sit up in a begging position. Humiliating, but if it would get me out of this situation then it would be worth it.

I pushed up from the floor with my bound elbows. I only bounced up an inch or two. Oh shit. My center of balance was all wrong now. I pushed again. Again just an inch or so. I whimpered.

"Just open the goddamn door, Melody," I said.

She shook her head. "Aww, does my princess give up already?"

I turned back to the door. She would not fucking win. Gathering all my strength, I pushed again. This time I cleared at least twice the distance as before, and I looked up triumphantly to see that I hadn't reached nearly high enough. Nor was I able to hold myself in and upright position. No. I was falling again. Only from the higher bounce, I landed wrong, and my elbows shifted out from under me. I landed with a thud on my side, wiggling and fidgeting as best I could to get back on all fours.

Melody laughed loudly while I struggled, then stood up and stepped over my form. She pulled the handle and pushed open the door.

"Is that what my sweet little girl was trying to do?" she asked, still giggling. "I guess I win after all."

"Please," I begged from my impotent position in the floor. "Please. This isn't what I was expecting."

"Oh, sweetie, trust me. We're going to have so much fun."

She stroked my belly, and in spite of myself, I felt my body tingle again. Damn. What was she doing to me?

While I lay on the tile, she lifted my head slightly to feed the collar under it, then fastened it in front, just tight enough to leave me room to breathe freely. I couldn't see the collar clearly but judging by the clicking noise and the beep I heard, it must have had something attached to it. The final sound was the snikt of the leash locking into place. Then, and only then, did she help me back up to stand on all fours.

Without waiting for me, she tugged on the leash, expecting me to follow.

Well, I still had my pride.

"No fu--" I started to say, but I stopped when a shock stabbed pain all through my neck.

"What th--" I tried to say, but the pain stopped me again.

Melody squatted down, smiling warmly. "It's a shock collar. No only will it keep you in the rooms I've given you permission to enter, but it will also respond anytime you speak." 

I glared at her.

"It's it awesome? I wasn't going to turn it on, just scare you with it a little, but after your little show here, I figured maybe a little training might be just what a bad princess needed. So, there you go. No talking."

"Please, Melody..." I whispered, hoping the collar would pick up the soft sounds. It did, but not as strongly. Still even the mild shock convinced me to just keep my mouth shut.

She stroked my head again. "That's a good girl."

She stood up and tugged on the leash again. "Come," she commanded.

I followed.

Back in the living room, she unleashed my collar and told me I had free reign of the house while she got a glass a wine and microwaved some popcorn to eat for when she watched a DVD. I watched her enter the kitchen, then I made my way into the hallway. I just wanted to be by myself. I didn't care anymore that I had been reduced to a human pet. I just needed to rest and get away from Melody and her crazy, out of nowhere fetishes. I looked the left. My office. That would be perfect. The door was even wide open so I wouldn't need to use my useless hands to try to get in.

I stepped through the doorway, and immediately my neck jolted with a sharp pain. I yelled out, and the noise make the shock that much stronger.

Rather than coming too help, Melody just yelled out from the kitchen, "No, no, no, princess. Daddy's office is off limits. We wouldn't want you to have an accident in there while he's away, would we?"

Then she laughed, and I backed away to make the pain stop. I checked the other doors in the hallway. The on front of me was just the closet for towels and sheet. The one to the right was the master bedroom, which I had already been inside without any consequences. The open doorway behind me led back to the living room. The only other direction was... the stairs.

The guest bedroom was upstairs.

Only... I'd have to manage the two small flights of steps to make it there.

But it was worth it just to get away.

I lifted on elbow to take the first step.

Pain shot through my nerves again.

Damn.

"Sorry, princess," Melody yelled with another loud laugh. "Can't have you falling on the steps, sweetheart."

And just like that, Melody had relegated my whole life to the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, and the bathroom.

"Come here, princess," she called out. "Mama wants to show her princess something on TV."

Relunctantly I returned to the living room -- where the hell else was I going to go -- and Melody smiled down at me and patted the couch beside her. I rolled my eyes at her then frowned.

"Oh, that's right. Isn't it?" she stood up then squatted beside me. "Little princess can't get up on the couch all by herself yet, can she?"

I turned away, and started to go to the kitchen. But a quick shock stopped me. Not like the others. Just a snap of pain and then it was gone.

"Not now, Princess," Melody said firmly. "You need to learn to do what you're told." I turned around and I saw a little black remote control in her hand. "It goes with the collar. I did mention it was a training collar before. When you disobey, you will get a gentle reminder to do what you're told. If you still choose to disobey, the reminders will become less gentle."

I walked toward her as she patted the spot on the couch beside her again.

When I reached the edge of the couch, I lowered my head.

"Does princess need mommy to help her onto the great big couch?" she asked overdramatically.

I nodded. "Good girl."

She reached under my belly and lifted me up so that my elbows rested on the cushion.

Then she stepped behind me and reached between my crotch and thighs and lifted me up. "Step forward," she told me, and I did, moving my elbows ahead enough to make room for my back legs. Oh shit. My back legs. Had I really though that? As if I had front legs too and not arms?! Walking on the couch was not as easy with the cushions falling away like fluff beneath my elbows and knews. In the end, I sort of flopped onto my side, facing away from Melody and hoping I could finally get some rest from all this nonsense.

But she would have nothing of it and insisted that we cuddle. She pulled my so close that my naked back was pressed against her sweats where she sat, then she adjusted my position so she could see my face, and each time I closed me eyes she pressed the remote and gave me a reminder that she wanted us both to watch the DVD.

But it wasn't just any movie.

It was a DVD about basic dog training.

I glared at her when I saw the title flash onto the screen.

"I thought you might find it educational," she said.

For the next hour, I watched all the steps needed to train a dog to sit, heel, and do tricks. "Remember all that, princess. We're going to start your training tomorrow."

I lifted my head, begging with my eyes to let it all be over. She just smiled and rubbed my bare belly.

"Now for the really exciting one," she said, getting up. She removed the basic training DVD from the player and replaced it with another disc before returning to the couch and repositioning us together. Only this time she rested her hand on my breasts and stroked them while the movie whirred to life.

If only it had been a movie. Or even another dog training video.

No.

It was a nature documentary about dog breeding.

For the next hour I lay beside Melody, with her caressing my breasts, and ocassionally my pussy, watching female dogs bred to studs while their owners talked about the business of one dog fucking another.

"Gets you a little excited, huh, princess?" Melody asked me about halfway through. While I couldn't deny the moistness between my legs, I wanted to remind her that it was because of her rubbing me and teasing me, and that it had nothing to do with thoughts of being mounted and bred, but I dared not utter a sound unless I wanted to get another shock.

I was learning.

No. I was already being trained.

Through the second half of the show, she concentrated solely on my crotch, and by the time the credits began to roll, I was worked into a quiet frenzy. I shuddered and shook, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Ah, is my princess excited?"

I nodded. I wanted desperately for her to finish me off.

"Does watching all those other bitches get fucked get my horny little princess turned on?"

I nodded in spite of myself. I was happy to tell her what she wanted to hear so I could get what I wanted, what I needed.

"Maybe that's what my little princess bitch needs too?"

Wait. Did she just call me a bitch?

"Maybe princess needs to get fucked by a purebred stud too?"

I nodded more vigorously than I intended.

"Are you lonely, princess? Do you need company?"

God yes, I thought. Stop teasing me. All the while her hand kept gently party my labia and teasing my clit at the end of each stroke.

"Poor, lonely, horny, little bitch," Melody said.

So what if she called me a bitch. I needed to finish what she had started. My body needed it. I had to have it.

Then, just as the screen went black, her fingers left me empty again.

She helped me down from the couch, let me to the bedroom on the leash, commanding me to "Heel" and patting me on the head to reward my obedience. I waited at her feet while she go ready for bed, quiet and simmering with lust. She was just teasing me again, I knew, and she'd reward me soon enough.

Minutes later, she was in an almost sheer, powder blue nightgown that reached to her mid-thigh. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and made her way to the big, king-sized bed we usually shared. She crawled into bed, then with a giggle, said, "Oh yeah, I'm forgetting something very important."

With that, she rolled over, reached into the bedside stand, and pulled out a vibrator.

My pussy moistened with anticipation.

She held the long phallus in one hand and reached down to pet me with the other. Then she turned on the vibrator and rolled onto her back and moved both hands under the covers.

Within moments she was moaning loud enough to make me jealous, but I knew it was just to tease me more. I would wait. I would be a good pet, and she would reward me.

I watched the clock for a little over fifteen minutes, and after two strong orgasms, Melody put the vibrator away in the drawer and lay back on her pillow, panting heavily.

I nudged the side of the bed with my cheek.

"Oh, hey princess. Didn't I pet you goodnight already?" She petted my head again.

I stared at her and nudged the nightstand.

"Oh?" she said, her eyes smiling. "You really are a hornly little bitch tonight, aren't you?" I nodded almost violently, and I knew I was already glistening and ready for attention down there.

"I guess that DVD was more effective than I thought it would be," she said. "I'll tell you what. You go curl up in those blankets I put down for you in the corner."

I tilted my head and found that she had indeed laid out a few large, fluffy, pink blankets in the corner beside the closet. And beside those were two bowls, both with the word PRINCESS in all caps and in pink letters.

"You go to bed and dream about all the furry studs you'd like to fuck you, and then tomorrow, I'll go down to the pound and bring you home somebody to keep you company."

I nudged the drawer again, growing increasingly tired of her teasing. I needed her attention. She had done this to me, she had worked me into a frenzy, and it was her responsibility to take care of me.

"No, no, princess. Mommy's done for the night." I glared. "Wait, turn around." I did. I heard her roll over, grab something from the stand. My heart raced. Finally. It was humiliating what she had reduced me to, but it would be worth it. All I had to do was trust her, she said.

My nerves exploded with electricity. So much so that I lost control of my bladder and peed all over the floor.

"Maybe that will teach you to do what you're told. Bad dog, princess." She swatted my ass with her open palm, and I jumped and yelped, and in doing so, I made the shock hit me again, and I slipped and fell over into the puddle I'd just made.

Melody laughed out loud. "Maybe that'll will teach you." She petted my head, then pushed it all the way to the floor, matting my hair with my own urine. "I'll clean you up tomorrow before I head in town to the kennel."

I squirmed along the floor, unable to stand on all fours again, making a long, wet trail behind me. Tomorrow I'd surely be in trouble for making such a mess for Melody to have to clean up. Then she'd have to clean me too. It would be a long night. And I was still lit up inside like a fire that wouldn't burn out.

I squeezed my thighs together as tightly as I could, but it did nothing to alleviate the yearning inside me.

When I finally fell asleep, I realized that my mind was playing the dog breeding video over and over again. As my subconscious mind picked up on my unfulfilled sex, I gradually became one of those bitches in heat.

I was led out by my owner to a small pen and locked inside. Then I was paired with a large collie, and left alone. The collie sniffed my ass and sex, pushing his nose inside and making me even more horny -- if such a thing was even possible to my animal brain. He backed away, then leapt up and mounted me. I felt my labia part, and --

A shock jolted me awake.

"Bad, bad girl, princess. Not only did you badger me last night about your horny, little bitch pussy, but then you had the gall to piss all over the bedroom floor, then spread it all around and even sleep on your blankets with all that piss all over you so I have to wash them today." She hit the button again, and I shuddered in pain.

She squatted beside me, and parted my legs.

"Well, well, well," she said with a giggle. "It looks like you had good dreams last night after all. You're sopping wet."

Wet, maybe, I thought. Good? Not so much. Even in my dreams I hadn't had a good fucking, just tease after tease. My body still ached for an orgasm that had been denied last night.

"Well, don't just lay there, lazy. Go get in the shower." She helped me up and then walked ahead of me and opened the shower door. I glanced to my boots and gloves, then up at her. She shook her head. "Don't you worry about those, princess. I coated them really well with Scotchgard before I gave them to you. So you just climb in there, sweetie, and I'll get your cleaned off."

I did as she commanded, and she turned on the water and closed me in. It hit me cold and hard, but it didn't get any hotter.

"After last night, I figured you needed a cold shower, you horny bitch," Melody called out above the noise of the water.

I tried to get away from the cold, but taking up so much room on all fours, I couldn't get fully away from it, and finally resigned myself to just accepting it.

"Besides, hot showers are for people, not pets."

After a minute of soaking me in freezing water, she opened the door and squirted a musky smelling gel onto my back and ass and into my hair.

"This is not only for keeping you clean, but it will also aid in giving you a more natural musk like other dogs, and it will even help fight fleas and ticks."

I looked at the floor, embarrassed and humiliated. I couldn't make eye contact as she rubbed the gel into a foam, then the foam all over me, even into my sex and ass. After last night though, I didn't mind. In fact, I welcomed the attention, and in spite of the cold water I felt my body heat up again in all the right places. Whatever she was doing to me was certainly conditioning my body to respond to her. And I had a pretty good feeling that she knew it. And that she planned it.

I moaned softly, almost a coo, when her soapy fingers entered me and the collar gave me a mild shock but I ignored it by focusing on her fingers. Sadly she only rubbed them inside me for a few seconds before lathering the soap into my ass. She remained there a little longer, pulling and pushing and stretching -- mostly because she knew I was a virgin there, I was sure.

One finger, then two, then a third, and I whimpered, trying my best not to activate the shock collar again without her attention in my pussy to keep me distracted.

After about a full minute of shoving soap up my ass, she stopped and closed me in the shower again.

She washed her hands, then returned, opened the door, turn on the cold water again, and let me soak under the spray. After about two minutes I was freezing again and draining water onto the floor of the shower.

"Now for your belly," she said, taking the nozzle from it's cradle at the top of the shower. Then she attacked me with the water from below, vigorously spraying my belly and pussy and chin until all the soap had gone and I shivered noticeably.

As I stood still and shaking, Melody grabbed a fluffy towel and patted me dry.

"You're so cute," she said, "worrying about your boots and gloves, like I wouldn't think about something like that." She leaned in and added in a whisper, "Although we both know it was that you were looking forward to getting them off."

She fluffed the towel on my underside, squeezing my breasts. "And speaking of getting off, I trust you're still all worked up."

I nodded.

"Good girl, princess. But don't worry. We'll take care of that today."

I looked up at her with a confused stare.

"I said I'd take care of it. That's all you need to know."

I didn't look away. She smiled widely and stood up, then motioned for me to step out of the shower.

"Careful, princess. That tile is going to be slipping with your feet still being a little wet." She laid the towel on the floor and told me to step onto it. I did, and then steped forward and back a few times to get my 'feet' dry enough to walk safely on the tile floor.

She fastened my leash and tugged me along, ignoring the command to heel since I fell in line without having to be told. She led me to the hallway, then looped the open end of the leash onto the knob on the stair railing, leaving me only a step or two of freedom in any direction.

"Now be a good girl and stay here while I take care of your mess from last night." And with that, she went into the bedroom and came out with my soiled blankets and carried them to the laundry room. After a few loud moments of clicks and clacks and beeps, she returned with a mop and a bucket of warm water.

I waited, trapped at the stairs on my leash, watching as she mopped the spot I'd made beside the bed. When she finished, she poured the dirty water into the shower, rinsed it down the drain, then stood the mop up in the corner to dry.

As I waited, I caught a whiff of a smell that, while not unpleasant, was musky and a little outdoorsy. Not at all the usual potpouri scent that filled the house. I stretched and pulled at my leashed to figure out where the smell was coming from -- maybe where Melody had poured out the water she used to clean up my pee -- but it was just as strong everywhere I sniffed.

After a few moments more, she returned to the hallway, leaving me attached to the railing knob. She knelt beside me, scratched my hair and stroked my ponytail 'ears,' then took a deep sniff of my hair.

"Mmmm..." she said. "Yep, reminds me of the cocker spaniel I used to have back in Oak Park. She was an inside dog, but when we let her out, she'd always come back in smelling just like you do now. Something about the way natural outside air interacts with a dog's skin oils or something like that."

It was me?!

"Yeah, you smell just like any other clean dog, princess. I guess another dog could figure out you're not one, but if I blindfolded almost anybody I know, they'd never be able to figure out just by smelling you that you weren't just any old ordinary pet puppy."

I sighed and let my head drop. How much more demeaning could she be to me? She was, little by little, taking away my humanity. But giving me just enough human inaction -- even sexual stimulation -- to keep me from being able to just let it go. She had made -- and was continuing to make -- it very clear that I was a human female who would be treated like a pet dog, quite literally her bitch.

"Now, you be a good little princess and stay here while I go refresh your water and get you some breakfast, then I'm going to get a shower so I can get your surprise."

She left me in the hallway, alone and still primed. It took about fifteen minutes according to the bedroom clock before she returned to get me. When she did, she unhooked my leash from the knob and tugged for me to follow. I did, and she led me through the living room and the kitchen and into the laundry room. Waiting there I saw that she had assembled a wire-frame crate sized large enough for a medium-sized dog. On the floor of the crate was a large pillow embroidered in pink with the word princess. Beside the pillow was one of my pink bowls, freshly filled with clean water and the other pink bowl, this one filled with something that looked like dog treats.

I looked at the food then back at Melody.

"It's sausage, just bite size. Like I'm going to give my precious princess dry food. It's like jerky, but softer."

The stroked my naked back.

"In," she said.

I looked up at her, pleading.

"In."

I didn't move. She lifted the remote to show it to me.

"In."

I begged with my eyes.

"This is the last time I'm telling you. In."

I slumped my shoulders and walked in. She fastened the latch behind me. The crate left me just enough room to turn around if I pressed my ass against the wires and shifted my face to the side far enough.

"Can you lie down?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"Then I guess now is a good time to learn how to do that.

She reached in with two fingers and tugged playfully on my curly 'ear.'

"A puppy that can't lie down by itself isn't going to be very healthy." She let go of the ear. "Besides, I would have left you the run of the house today, but after what you did last night, you proved to me that you needed additional training, and until you can be housebroken, if I'm gone out, this is where you'll be."

I sniffled and spoke before I remembered the shock. "Work," was the only word I got out before the pain stopped further talk.

She grinned mischeviously. "Yes. During work. It's good to see you have gotten any notions of getting out of this before out deal is up out of you're fluffy little puppy dog head. You'll be here Monday, locked away in your crate training, while I'm a work. I'll let you out when I get home to play with you and change your food, and even clean up behind you if you can't learn to hold it in during the day. But, bear in mind, that's part of your training. When I get home, I'll let you out and take you to the shower to do your pee-pees and poo-poos." She stopped. "Oh, does it embarrass you to hear them talked about like that? Oh well, no matter. Sweet little princess puppies do pee-pees and poo-poos. It's just a fact of life."

She stood up.

"But today is Sunday so I won't be gone that long. I just have to go pick up a surprise for you."

She walked out of the laundry room without saying goodbye. I whimpered and let a mild shock ride down my spine. In a moment she returned.

"But I don't want you to get too lonely, so I figured I'd give you a treat even if you weren't much of a good girl last night."

In her hand was one of the eggs. My eyes grew wide.

"But because you were a bad girl..." she said and let the words trail off. She squeezed the egg and it turned on, then she squeezed it again twice more and I heard the vibrations lessen. Then she opened the crate and helped me lie over on my side. There would be no getting up until she got back. That was for sure, at least not in such a confined space. Then she parted my legs and pushed the mildly vibrating device inside me. The buzz was so slight that it only made me want more. There would be no getting off with that tiny stimulation inside me. Nothing like the two eggs on full from the other day. "Be a good girl while I'm gone, and maybe, just maybe I'll give you both eggs again."

She left me alone for another few moments, then returned again. This time she had a tablet in her hands. She turned it on, pressed play and placed it screenface down on top of my crate.

My crate. The words hit my brain. Damn. My fucking crate. How easily the concepts were coming to me.

"Because you enjoyed them so much last night. I found a website that specializes in them, and I've got them on a loop just for my horny little bitch named princess."

There were no interviews this time, no documented stats and numbers and steps for how to become a breeder, just a non-stop barrage of stud dogs mounting and fucking bitch dogs. She turned up the sound so I could hear each yelp and moan and growl. Then she left, pulling the laundry room door closed behind her while the slow build in my pussy only increased my need to build faster and the images of bitches like me getting fucked made me squeeze my legs tighter and tighter together in vain.

Hours later, or what felt like it, she returned. When the front door closed, I could have sworn I hear a dog bark and the sound of nails click-clacking on the hardwood floors. But I saw nothing. The laundry door didn't open.

Instead, she called through the closed door. "Be with you in a little bit, princess. Got a few things to take care of first."

There was another sharp bark.

Holy shit! Had she actually brought home another dog to keep me company? To be my companion while she was gone? To...

It was hard to push the thought from my mind when the images playing on the tablet wouldn't stop and when the lust in my loins was rising without any hope of being satisfied.

Almost another hour later, when she finally opened the laundry room door, I was dying to see her. Just the sounds of her being there and my being shut off away from her by the closed door drove me crazy. I was desperate for attention, even if just to have whatever new dog she brought over lick my face be my new friend.

But she came in alone. There was no other dog anywhere to see.

I craned my neck to look around her.

"How are you doing there, princess? I trust your crate wasn't too cramped."

I shook my head.

"Good girl. Well, I see you managed to hold it all in. That's good too. Maybe you won't need more than a week of crate training after all. Maybe you're as smart as you are pretty, princess. Although I was pretty certain, after last night, that I had found me a pet who wasn't just pretty but pretty stupid too."

I cut my eyes at her, hurt, but she ignored me.

"Let's get you up so you can go do your pee-pees and poo-poos, okay."

After half a day holding it in, determined not to piss the floor again, I really, really needed to go.

She stood me up, attached my leash, then tugged, and I followed like a good girl. As she led me through the kitchen and living room to the bedroom and finally into the bathroom, I kept watching for some indication of a new addition to the house.

"Whatcha looking for, princess?" she asked coyly.

The only clue I saw though was a child safety gate placed at the top of the stairs. Maybe she had separated us and kept him -- why did I automatically think of the other dog as him -- upstairs.

She didn't let me linger on the sight long though, and tugged again on my leash to follow her into the bathroom. Then she opened the shower and motioned me inside after unleashing me.

"Let's see how well you can be trained, princess. Show me you're not stupid. I want you to just make pee-pees now. No poo-poos. Scoot your legs apart by shifting your knees along the floor."

I did as she told, but found it more difficult than I expected. Still, when I managed, I was sure I looked like any other dog squatting in a yard to pee.

"Now just let it go," she said.

But I stopped cold. I couldn't go. She had her phone out and was filming me. I glared at her, but she just giggled.

"Aw, is poor little princess shy? Here, let me help." And she pressed the button on the remote and the shock from my collar freed up the shyness from bladder, and I emptied a massive puddle into the floor of the shower and listened, humiliated as it trinkled down the drain.

"Aw, how cute." She reached into the bathroom closet and grabbed a small pink bucket with the word PRINCESS printed on the side in bold, write letters with black trim. She opened the shower door and put the bucket down on the floor behind my ass.

"Now let's see if princess can do poo-poos too. Come on, now, sweetie," she said like talking to a real puppy, even making those smoochie sounds with her lips. I didn't move.

"Be a good girl. Good puppies have no reason to be embarrassed about their poo-poos.

It's just how they're made. Nothing to be..." she paused to let the next word do its job, "...humiliated about." She made sure I noticed the camera pointing as my ass. "Now, come on.

I'd hate to have to punish you again for being a bad girl, especially since I have such a wonderful

surprise waiting for you if you're a good girl."

She showed me the remote again.

"Do you need some help with poo-poos too, princess?"

I shook my head then closed my eyes and did my business.

When I was done, Melody used the nozzle to spray me clean with cold water again, then massaged more or the musk soap along my inner thighs and inside my ass and pussy again.

"Such a good girl," she said, stroking along the length of my labia, and I hoped she might finally be ready to give me the surprise she'd been promising. But no sooner had her finger touched me than did it disappear. She fastened my leash again and led me out of the shower and onto the towel to dry my 'feet,' them back into the bedroom. She dropped the leash onto the floor and gave the single command, "Stay."

I did as I was told.

Melody sat on the edge of the bed and opened a shopping bag marked "Joy's Pet Supply." She pulled out a small, black, plastic box. "I hope you don't mind that I opened your surprise already, but I just had to try it out." She shook the box, and it barked. She shook it hard and it barked loudly. She shook it softly and it barked more quietly. Then she pressed a button, and instead of barking it whimpered. She pressed the button again, and it yelped. Another press elicited a deep bark, like that of a large German Shepherd. Another press brought forth the bark from a yip-yip type like a Chihuahua. "There are several different barks in here, and I hard trouble selecting which one I wanted for you."

She pressed the button again, and a simple, sharp bark spoke up.

"I like this one best. It sounds like a cute, medium-sized housegod, don't you think?" I stared at her, confused.

"What? Don't you like your surprise?"

I cocked my head to the side, hoping she would pick up on my unspoken question. "Or did you really want me to come home with a male dog and breed you? Damn, you must have been hornier than I thought." She laughed long and hard, and I locked my gaze onto the floor. That hadn't been it at all, but she was having her fun at my expense all the same. "It's okay. I knew that since I took your voice away with the coloar, I should do something about that. What good is a dog without her bark?" She called me to her, and I walked forward to the edge of the bed. She retrieved a tube of Perma-Glue from the bag and dropped three drops onto the back of the barking box. Then she pressed it against my collar and held it there. "It says it should set in thirty seconds and be permanently bonded even to leather like your collar."

I knew better than to pull away. Like it or not, I was getting a bark. She had taken away my human voice and she was giving me one more befitting my new status.

When she let go, she thumped the box with her finger, and it barked out loud. She motioned for me to walk around the room, and I did as I was told. Each step brought out a quiet bark. Then she told me to bounce on my front legs. When it did, the jostling motion let out a louder bark. She smiled and told me to shake my head side to side. I did and out came a very loud bark.

She beamed at me. "Such a good, good girl, princess. You've made mommy very, very happy."

I was so excited to hear her joy that I bounced again, just to bark some more for her. She noticed and smiled wider, then called me to her.

"Just one last thing to check," she said, and she pressed the button on the remote. The shock rattled me and the jerking motion I made caused me to bark the loudest I had yet. She set down the remote. "Sorry about that, princess. I just needed to test it."

Sure she did. She just wanted to test it.

"But since you were such a good girl, I'm going to give you a little reward. Turn around."

I turned around, facing the bathroom, my ass facing Melody. "Good girl."

I expected her to put one or both of the eggs inside me, but instead I felt her fingers enter me, two in my pussy and what I guessed was her thumbed probing into my ass. I almost didn't mind it anymore, having had her rub soap inside that hole twice already.

I moaned, and that gave me a slight shock and caused me to back softly. She rewarded the sounds with more agressive action. Soon I was rocking back and forth onto her fingers, barking softly in a regular rhythm that made her happy enough to fuck me harder. When I came finally, I actually bounced on my front legs to give her a loud thank you bark. I was wanton. But I was so needy I didn't care.

"A very good girl indeed." She took her fingers that were sloppy with my juices and moved to my asshole. She slid them inside, and I shuddered at the sudden thickness. But I held still. Even there. I craved her attention. I had been so hot and so horny that she had made me dream about sex as a dog. But now she was claiming me as her own bitch instead. "I got you one other present."

The words were a whisper.

"Don't look. Don't turn around. Just keep facing the bathroom."

I did just what she commanded.

Her fingers left my ass, and another something pushed against it. Whatever it was, it was wider than fingers, at least as it continued to enter me. After almost crying from the size of the monster invading me, the pressure finally stopped, and I felt my asshole resume it's normal width, holding the huge beast inside me.

There was a flash as she took a picture with her phone.

"Turn around, princess," she said.

When I did, she showed me the photo. A tail. I know had a curly, furry tail that matched the natural hair of my ears.

"It's huge, isn't it?"

I nodded and the motion made me bark.

"That's so it will stay in. See." She walked around behind me and tugged at it. It resisted any effort to pull it out. "I could, of course, just jerk it out or keep pulling harder and harder, but it's in big enough so that I can't just casually pull it out playing with it or have you push it out without permission."

She tugged it again, just for good measure, and my ass felt pressure like never before. "Oh, and it's also hooked up to your training collar too." She pressed the button and both my neck and my ass exploded with sharp, electric pain. I barked so loudly I was afraid the neighbors would hear me.

"Even more reason to be a well-trained pet," she said. "Now come her and back your ass up to me again, princess."

I did, and she tugged on my tail to get me in the position she wanted.

"You're just so damn cute I"m going to have to reward you."

She walked out, leaving me alone, and I wondered what the hell she was up too. When she returned, he had the tablet again, and she propped it on the floor in front of me.

"Now scoot your front legs apart and push your face down. I want you to get as close to the screen as you can."

I did, and the act forced my ass up in the back.

She turned on the video again, and this time she plugged in headphones and covered my human ears. They must have been the noise cancelling kind because all I could hear were the sounds of rutting dogs from the video. Next she draped a dark sheet over my back and my face, making it really dark with the only light coming from the screen. My world had been reduced to the sights and sounds of stud dogs fucking bitch dogs.

I waited for whatever was coming next, and was surprised to find my pussy filled up with something long and stiff. It must have been her vibrator, but I didn't care if it was the end of a broom handle or a telescope. I had been stewing for more than a day, needing to have some kind of cock inside me. The cock fucked me fast and then slow, and then frantically, never cumming, never stopped. It kept going, while I heard the rutting of horny dogs, while I saw strong male dogs dominate and mount female dogs. Every now and then I got a jolt and I shook and refocused on the pressure inside my pussy and ass. I could only imagine that I was barking like a bitch in heat myself outside the world of those headphones. And I could only imagine how proud that must have made Melody feel.

When she finally stopped, I could barely keep my hind legs together, and I felt them spread until I was almost doing a split on the bedroom floor. With my world still filled with the noise of horny dogs, the playful swat on my rump came as a surprise, and in my effort to stand up straight, I almost fell over. Luckily, Melody caught me and helped me stand up. I tried to pull away, but something held me fast. Only then did I realize that something thick was still sitting inside my pussy.

I felt Melody stroke my back and then I felt the thick, round thing being pulled out from inside me. When it emerged, my labia almost snapped shut, happy to be free from whatever it was.

When Melody removed the headphones and the tablet, I saw that indeed she had fucked me with a large vibrator, just not the one I had seen her use before.

"This one is yours, the second to last of your surprises today," she said. "I bought it for you while I was out. It's more like a dog's penis. You see this large bulge on the top. That's called a knot, or you may remember that from the DVD last night. Dogs have that to make sure the semen has time to collect when they breed. They don't just run around having sex for fun, like people. But you get the best of both worlds, princess. You can fuck for fun, but only when your owner decides to breed you. And this..." she held up the phallus again. "This is Brutus. This is the stud you're going to be bred to. But only when you're a good girl and you've earned it."

I nodded that I understood. To be honest, I barely had the strength to nod, let alone stand.

"Now," she said, showing me one last item from the shopping bag. "This is your last present for the day. This will show the world who you belong to, who's good girl you are."

She showed me a diamond shaped tag with the name Princess in black letters on a pink background. Underneath the name it said: "I belong to Melody Keshnik." And then it had Melody's address, also my address. Beneath the address was a heart with a bone on it.

"Now. It's official. You belong to me. You're my princess. You my dog."

She presented Brutus to me and instructed me to lick it clean.

"You may be my dog, but you're Brutus' bitch."

After Brutus was clean, Melody clicked my leash in place and led me back through the hallway. I stopped halfway through the living room, expecting us to watch a movie together again, but she tugged and said, "C'mon, princes. C'mon, girl." I followed, confused, and she took me to the kitchen, then into the laundry room again.

I looked up at her sadly.

"What? You may have been a good girl today, holding in your pee-pees and poo-poos, but do you honestly think I can expect you to do that again all night? So, no. Until you learn and until I know I can trust you not to mess up the floor, or god forbid, the carpet, the crate is where you'll spend the night, my darling."

My shoulders slumped and I pouted.

"Don't be like that, princess. I'm very proud of you, but I know that ultimately you're just a dog and I can depend on you to know these things right off the bat, so I'm determined to train you until you can. See how much I love you."

I shook my collar to give her a bark.

She squatted beside me and petted my head.

"Don't expect that little trick to work all the time, princess. As much as I love to hear you bark, it's not something you can do to automatically get your way."

She opened the latch and swung the door wide.

"In you go, princess."

I resisted.

"Did you forget about your new tale and your collar?"

I whined and whimpered, ignoring the pain from my collar.

"Aw, you're sweet, but not tonight. Now, get in your crate and hunch down so you can get some sleep."

I whimpered again.

"Damn it," she said. "I left the remote in the bedroom. No problem. She grabbed a flyswatter from a hook on the wall and smacked my ass three times very hard. I whine loudly, eliciting a bark and a long sting of pain. "And one more just for good measure, you bad girl."

She swatted the middle of my back that time.

"The next time," she said, "it'll be a rolled up newspaper on your nose. Now get your ass in there like I told you."

The will to resist was gone. I had lost. I knew I would, but I had to try. I entered the crate and leaned against the side, scooting my knees and elbows on the pillow as best I could until I fell onto the thick part of the pillow on my side to sleep.

"That's better, princess. That's mommy's good girl."

When she secured the latch, she leaned in and said, "Besides, I really need you in here tonight because I'm having Catherine and Dena from work over. I told them Brian was gone for a few weeks, and we should get together and watch a movie. And I don't think I could explain you to them if you were cuddled up in my lap again on the couch."

I stared, my eyes suddenly wide.

"Don't you worry. You just keep quiet in here, and I'll lock the door. No one will bother you."

Then she draped a dark cloth over the crate. "Just for a little extra caution," she said, in case anyone does pop in accidently."

A few minutes later she returned, and I heard the washer lid open and soon the machine was making it loud rumbling as it cleaned her clothes and helped mask any sounds I might unwittingly make.

Then there was sound of the door latching, followed by the click of the lock, and I was alone in the dark with only the vibrations of the washing machine to keep me company. But in my dreams, there was Brutus.

* * *

Each time she 'bred' me, she always used the tablet and headphones and the dark sheet, for my total immersion, she said, so I could really let lose and enjoy myself without any humiliation. As long as I was just her dog, she reminded me, then it was natual just just settle in and enjoy being bred to such a giant stud like Brutus. To make the experience more authentic, she had started leaving Brutus inside me, his knot proving to me whose bitch I was.

"I wonder," she asked one day while I was cleaning my juices off Brutus again. "I wonder what kind of dog you imagine Brutus to be when he's fucking you." I looked down and away, not wanting her to see the embarrassment wash across my face. "No, don't even try to tell me. I bet it's some Great Dane, a really handsome, rugged cut of a dog, just pounding away at you while you cower and whimper and bark as he dominates you."

She laughed. "Or maybe you think of him as a German Shepherd, thick with fur and a growl that can command you to shove you ass up and invite him inside that bitch pussy of yours. I bet that's it. And you do just what he wants you to, or else he'll dig those viscious teeth of his into your neck and make you do it just the same."

I had finished cleaning Brutus, and she took the dildo away. Then she stared at it. Then she spoke. "Damn, talking about this has got me all hot now. I guess I'm gonna have to let Brutus have you again today, schedule be damned.

This time though, before she bred me to him, she took my tablet. When she returned, she had replaced the video with a loop of a monster of a German Shepherd taking a Shepherd bitch and biting on her neck to keep the bitch in line. The bitch whimpered and whined but remained still and obedient while the much larger dog kept pounding her.

That's what I saw and heard the whole time Brutus took me. And it didn't just last the usual fifteen minutes. No. This time, Brutus fucked me for almost an hour, until my pussy was sore and almost dry. Brutus remained connected and limp, hanging inside me by his knot for nearly ten minutes while I stood with my face on the screen panting, still hearing his barking in my headphones.

But instead of removing his huge cock, this time Brutus reentered me, just as the images began a second loop. I wriggled my ass, trying to tell Melody that I was sore and tired and dry and that any longer wouldn't feel good. It would hurt. But she ignored me. Instead, I felt a sharp, biting pain in the back of my neck, and I yelped. Oh, shit. She was giving me to him all over over, and if I resisted, she was letting him have his way with me just the same. It wasn't about my enjoyment anymore. It wasn't about me at all. It was about her wanting to breed me to that monster. And like the bitch in the video, I had not choice but to accept my position as the taken as Brutus ravaged my dry, sore pussy for another full loop of the video.

After my thorough fucking, Melody took me to the shower for pee-pees and poo-poos, then back to my crate, as was becoming my normal routine. I rarely resisted her anymore. When she tugged, I followed. When she said, I did. Although I hadn't had an accident all week after messing up the floor my first night, she hadn't seen fit to let me stop my crate training. "It's better. It's safer," she would tell me as she locked me up for either the day while she was at work or for the night when she either went to bed or simply chose to watch TV without having to take care of her dog.

She had invited Catherine and Dena over every other night, leaving me crated and blanketed, but she was starting to stop locking the door, teasing me with the idea of being found out and then having the girls watch while Brutus fucked me again.

Still, I did as I was told. I really didn't have a choice. And in spite of it all, my body had grown acustomed to the treatment. Simply put, it responded. If she called me in the bedroom for time with Brutus, I was moist and almost dripping just at the thought of it. If she told me it was time for a bath, I couldn't wait to have her soapy fingers invade my ass and pussy. I even grew accustomed to my new dog musk. I would bark for it and point with my nose, if she ever forgot and started to wash me with regular soap. And if she ever left me to wander the house without my tail, I would walk to wherever she had left it, pick it up with my teeth, and bring it to her to put it back inside. It was a part of me.

I had, at least in spirit, become her dog. Like my tag said, I belonged to her.

She had told me to trust her, and I guess I did. I trusted her like any pet might trust its master. She fed me and saw to my needs. I didn't want for anything. I got food and water and a place to live and regular fucking. All my animal needs were met. And on nights when the girls weren't over, we would still ocassionally cuddle together on the couch and watch TV while she rubbed my belly.

I still remembered Brian and I still remembered Jill, but honestly, it was as if after all that time having two personalities, one for each gender, that maybe, well maybe there was a third one emerging. Maybe princess was becoming just as real as either Brian or Jill.

The thought should have scared the hell out of me, but instead I found it comforting. It made it easier to cope.

But one night, things changed.

She came home, uncrated me, and after letting me do my pee-pees and poo-poos, she let me to the bed, tugged at my leash until my neck hurt, then realized I couldn't get up on the bed without help. She let go, and still not having said a single word to me, she places a low footstool beside the bed, then grabbed my leash again and guided me on the stool and then onto the bed.

Once I was on the bed, she flipped me over onto my back with my doggy legs wiggly above me. Then without a word she moved my tail out of the way and licked my pussy in long, slow tongue strokes. I howled and yelped in spite of the pain coming from both my plug and my collar, and I shook so that I was barking loudly. But she didn't stop. She kept licking me until I lost all control and ended up pissing on the bedspread.

I immediately whimpered and tried to close my legs, sorry about messing up the bed and wanting to avoid the punishment I knew would be coming. But she didn't stop. She accept her 'golden showers' and kept going. I opened my legs again and lay back to accept the bliss I was experiencing.

When she stopped, I stared at her, waiting for her to speak. But she still said nothing. Instead, she rolled me over so I was standing on all fours on the bed. Then she shoved three fingers up into my pussy and pumped me savagely. There was no tenderness, just pure wanton lust. I was something to be used, something that was available, not something to love.

A fourth finger managed to cram inside me and then her thumb, and I yelped again. Even Brutus' know wasn't that big. But nothing stopped her. She kept fucking me with her whole fist, and with either outward pull, it pulled me just like a male dog's know would a female attached to it. She fucked me that way for a while, and then when she was done she jerked her fist lose, almost taking my pussy with it. I screamed, and for the effort I got a double dose of searing pain, which make me bark all the louder.

I stood on her bed -- I no longer thought of it as mine even though Brian had bought it years ago when he was still single -- panting and breathing heavily.

She got up, pointed at me to stay without telling me with words.

I did as she pointed. After the way she had attacked my cunt, moving wasn't much of an option anyway.

She went into the bathroom and changed from her work clothes. I hadn't even noticed up the that point that she was still in her pantsuit from the office.

She stripped naked, then pulled her hair up into two dog ears like mine, only hers were long and straight, like those of a brown lab. I watched as she shoved a tail that matched her own hair into her ass with a grunt and a little effort.

Then she stepped into a strap-on dildo that looked just like Brutus, only thicker and longer with a larger knot on the end.

She barked at me, then growled.

I couldn't help myself. I started to cry.

She climbed onto the bed, walking on all fours, but without the boots and gloves to hamper her return to humanity like I was forced to wear. Then the stood on her knees behind him and pressed her huge, fake dog cock against my pussy. I was so tired and sore that I tried to pull away.

She growled and slapped my ass. Then she leaned over and actually bit me on the neck, drawing blood just a little. I helped and the pain resumed in my ass and neck. She pushed again. Again I resisted. Against she bit me, growling.

What the fuck is going on? I wondered. Has Melody lost her fucking mind?

She dug in her teeth this time and didn't let go. As she held my neck, she shoved that monster cock, knot and all, inside me and fucked me hard and fast and without any concern for my welfare.

With my skin still in her teeth, I stood still and took it all. When I was bone dry, I took it. When my pussy felt like it was being beaten with a mallet, I took it. When the electric shocks had me barking like a bitch in heat, I took it.

And I kept taking it until she was done.

When she finished, she turned around, leaving the huge, monster cock inside me and we stodd ass to ass. She tugged and her knot pulled me with her. Each time she tugged, that massive knot teased my clit and I would shudder. She leaned forward and rested her head on a pillow. I tried to do the same on the end of the bed, but she noticed and growled, shaking her head. So I stood still, doing as she commanded me. She controled me without a single word. She had become Brutus. She had controled me like a dog controls a bitch when it's time to mate. With growls and claws and teeth.

I panted as she rested. She eventually fell asleep, but I continued to stand behind her, attached to her gigantic cock by the large knot that rested just beyond my pussy lips.

I waited for hours, too terrified to move should my act of unjoining wake her and bring on another episode.

I waited until the early morning sunlight trickled through the shades.

I waited until she finally, eventually, woke up.

She looked at me without smiling. Then she jerked the knot from my pussy with a loud plopping sound. I glanced at her, but her eyes held no tenderness. She simply rose from the bed, went to the bathroom and washed the cock, never even looking at me until I started to make my way to the stool and leave the bed.

Then she glared and pointed her finger at me. I stayed. My legs ached from standing all night, but god dammit I stayed.

Once the dick was clean, she returned to the bed and flipped me onto my back again. Her tongue dove inside me and again I was taken to the heights of orgasm, but this time she would stop and move away each time I got close. After teasing me five times and see the state of arousal she had left me in, she growled at me and motioned with her head for me to stand up again. I did so only with her help. and once again she mounted me from behind and drove that new Brutus inside me. Once again she pressed forward to take the tender skin of my neck in her teeth and bite down hard. I yelped in pain and again was overcome by the intense shock from the plug and the collar.

But like before, I took it. I took it because she had claimed me. I took it because she had bested me. I took it because I somehow knew I was hers to do with as she pleased.

After she was finished, she left the knot inside me again and lay down behind me to rest, but only for about thirty minutes this time.

Then she stood up, went to the bathroom and washed the cock again.

I looked to her to permission to leave the bed but none came. I smelled the dried urine from the night before. I smelled the dried sweat and sex on my thighs. I even smelled the dried blood on my ass and neck.

This time, she brought the musk soap with her and she slopped a wad of it onto her fingers and pushed them inside me, raking me with her nails as she lubricated me with the soap. Without water to dilute it, the musky perfumes burned, and in spite of my wetness, I was torn between the pain of the burning and and pleasure of her fingers inside me. When she was done, she took another wad and repeated the procedure, then rubs another goopy wad of the soap all over the fake cock.

Then without tongue-fucking me this time, she rammed the huge dildo inside me again and fucked me for about another hour before resting again.

The day went just like that until close to midnight, me standing perfectly still while she rested, then Melody cleaning the cock and fucking me savagely over and over again.

Only when the night was dark and the day was spent did she rip the monster dog dick out of my and take it off. She lay it in the floor.

Then she pushed me over onto my back and I expected another of her wonderful pussy licking sessions, but instead she merely took in the rank odor from my worn-out bitch cunt and blurted out, "Just like a bitch in heat," her first words since arriving home from work the day before.

I looked up at her, unsure of what to expect in her eyes.

She smiled and said, "Good girl, princess. You've been a very good girl." She attached my leash again, and I knew that something had shifted. She was no longer the stud dog assigned to fuck me. She was once again my owner, the one who had arranged for me to be given to the savage dog who had his way with me. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, princess, but we can't always guarantee the temperments of the males dogs I agree to give you too. I hope it wasn't too much to bear."

I made no response, and she smiled again. She led me from the bed to the floor and back through the hallway and the kitchen, then into the laundry room.

"Bad girl made a mess on mommy's sheets pissing all over them," she said. "And just when I thought you knew better." She patted the top of my head. "Oh well, all we can do is start all over again, and hope you're not such a beautiful but stupid dog with time."

She undid the latch and guided me inside the crate, then locked me in again. Before she covered me with the blanket -- as she had started to do each time now, claiming it helped keep her dog quiet so she could sleep at night -- she pushed two fingers through the front and I licked them.

"I've got another male lined up to meet you in a few days, princess. His name is Duke. I don't think he's as big as Brutus, but he comes from good breeding stock, and I bet you could make some beautiful puppies together."

Then she dropped the blanket over the crate and left the room, closing the door behind her.

If I remembered her schedule correctly, tomorrow was Sunday and she would meet the girls for drinks and lunch before going off to a movie together, so I would have the quiet darkness of my crate for the whole day. Then during the week, there would be more of the same, save being taken out to do my business and have a good bath. Tuesday night the girls would come over so I was to be crated again. But on Wednesday, I'd be let out to cuddle on the couch while she watched TV, and then if I was a very good girl all week, then on Friday, she might just bring Duke home to play with me.

* * *

I had settled into the routine for several weeks and could only recognize the days by my crating schedule. In the weeks since she had given me to Brutus 'for real,' she had brought home a new male to take me each Friday and she left him in their control until each Saturday night. Duke had been more gentle than Brutus, and not as large, but he fucked me longer and took fewer rests between mating sessions. He even let me wander around the house until he wanted me again, and then would take me wherever I might be at the time. In the shower relieving myself, in the kitchen, resting outside my crate. Ultimately he took me in ever room I was allowed to enter.

After Duke, she brought home Buster, a Great Dane with a long, skinny cock. Buster hardly rested at all, and on more than one occasion, he had missed my pussy altogether and shoved my ass wide open by pushing that thin dog dick inside my asshole right alongside the tail plug. Buster played with me between fucks though, and we pushed the new ball Melody had gotten me to play with all over the house.

The last male she brought over to take me was Dominique, and he was brutal. His dick wasn't quite as large af Brutus', but he really enjoyed causing me pain. He bit and clawed me roughly throughout each fuck, and he even pushed me into the office to fuck me, forcing me to endure the pain from the collar and the plug. When he finished pulled away from his knot, but he caught me before I could escape the room, and he pushed the door closed, trapping me inside, unable to get out and end the shock torment. Then he fucked me for nearly two hours straight, pushing through until my bitch pussy was raw. Afterwards, he left the office and shut me inside again. It was only later in the evening when Melody found me lying down, crying and still bleeding from his claws and teeth, telling me we'd have to be sure not to book a session with him again.

The next Friday, she didn't bring home a male, and I wondered what I had done to upset her.

Instead, she let me out of the crate and walked me to her bedroom. She gently placed me on her bed, then she lay down beside me and stroked my belly with her fingertips. Only ocassionally did she let her digits drop into my waiting pussy. I tried my best but could not figure out what kind of male she had brought to tame me this week.

Then she spoke.

"You've been such a wonderfully good girl. You've put up with all kinds of things I just had to get out of my system. I'm sorry I never told you earlier, but just like you had a secret you kept from me, I've had a few of my own."

As she spoke, she carefully removed the tail from my asshole.

It felt suddenly empty.

"I guess I don't have to tell you what those secrets were, do I?"

What the hell was going on? What she getting rid of me? What had I done? "Don't try to speak. Let me enjoy it just a little bit longer." She rolled me over and started to caress my back. "It's been nice this past month and a half. I can't believe you were so easy to condition so quickly. I just hope you can forgive me. I just could imagine anyone else who might be able to do that even if I did something so bizarre to them."

Her finger slipped inside my ass and started to fuck me there. I moaned softly, and emitted an almost quiet bark. She laughed.

"That always makes me smile," she said. "You really are a beautiful doggie, princess." She kept her finger moving in and out of my ass. I was felt the sheets moisten beneath me.

"I'm going to miss you."

I shook my head suddenly, making sharp bark. She laughed again.

"Yeah," she said with a smile. "Take care of such a high-maintenance dog is just to much for me to do alone."

I wanted to complain but her single finger had tamed me, and all I could do was focus on that.

After a few minutes of cuddling on her bed, she rolled me onto my back again. She kissed me on the mouth for the first time since I had become princess. Then she started to unbuckle the straps on the gloves that locked my front legs in place. She undid one, then the other, warning me not to try to move them too much for a while. Then she did the same with the boots that kept my hind legs locked in place, giving me the same warning when she was done.

I found my sudden freedom not really freedom at all. Any attempt to move my arms or legs resulted in agonizing pain.

She rose from the bed then returned with a massage gel and started to rub my arms and legs. The cold gel tingled and cooled the pain, but still didn't do much for my movement. I tried to speak and got a shock.

"I don't want you to talk yet, please. I just want you to listen and cuddle."

I nodded, barking inadvertently, and she laughed once again.

She kept rubbing the gel into my sore muscles, and I began to wonder if I would ever be able to move like a human being again. After a while, she traced circles across my tummy and then let her fingers dance to my labia. She deftly slid two fingers inside me and, while leaning over the suck on my breast, stroked them in and out of me with a gentleness I have forgotten she could possess.

I lay there beside her and experienced a mind-blowing orgasm but never onced moved a muscle. I only cried as she continued to pleasure me with her fingers and tongue. When she was done, she removed her fingers from inside me and sucked my juice from them. Then she rolled over on top of me and kissed me on the lips.

"I love you, Jill Granger," she said. Then she opened my hand and placed something in my palm. "And when you see him, tell Brian I love him too, and if he's willing to forgive me for

what I put you both through, I can't wait to marry him. But I totally understand if this was too much for you and him."

Then she closed my fingers around the ring. She squeezed my hand, then she unbuckled my collar and tossed it into the floor.

"See," she said, starting to cry. "I told you that you could trust me. In spite of everything, I never planned on not giving this back to you."

I coughed, and then spoke softly, my first words in weeks.

"Take it back."

"What?"

"I'm in no shape to take care of it right now, so take it back."

"But..."

"I'm not saying I want to be your dog again for a long time, but I said I trusted you, and I still do. You said I'd enjoy the experience, and I did."

"You... did..."

I nodded. "I did. But right now I'm going to rest. And outside of putting in an appearance as Brian later this week just so people know he's okay, I want you to keep the right. When you want, I'll be whoever you want me to be, Brian or Jill."

She kissed me hard. "I don't deserve you," she said.

I ignored her. "And maybe later, when my body has recovered completely, I might even agree to be princess again."

"Really?"

"But with limitations."

"Of course." She smiled and the world was at peace. "I want to make it up to you and prove I'm sorry." She looked at the floor. "Do you think..." she started, lifting her head slightly and scrunching her lips up in concern. "Do you think maybe I could be princess for a while?"

I coughed.

"When you're feeling better and you're open to it," she added.

I nodded. "Only if you trust me."

Her smile was the only answer I needed.

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