Madame Isabella, the owner of the Elite Pet Training Academy, was on the phone. Emily, her stunning young assistant, sat the other side of the desk, listening to a one-sided conversation.
“Really, Mrs Bradshaw? I would have thought that Keith would have learnt by now the importance of obedience. I’m so sorry to hear that he’s still resisting learning new tricks.”
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“Yes, of course, I agree with you that it would be wrong to force him, so it’s a case of using gentle persuasion to overcome his opposition. That’s our speciality, Mrs Bradshaw.”
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“Well, he was very amenable to learning a new trick last time he was here, so I’m confident that we will have the same success this time.”
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“Yes, he established a rapport with Emily. I would go as far as to say he had a crush on her, but you can be assured that she always maintained a strictly professional relationship with Keith.” Emily blushed, and Madame Isabella smiled at her. “I’m sure she’ll be pleased to see him again.”
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“Really, Mrs Bradshaw, you’ve found the key to his chastity cage at long last?! My goodness, Keith must be thrilled.”
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“Oh, I see, Mrs Bradshaw, he’s not at all thrilled. Well, we have good contacts with specialist suppliers, and I’m sure we can source something much smaller and get it securely fitted.”
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“Thank you, Mrs Bradshaw. I’ll let you know when I’ve found something and then Emma will pick Keith up. Lovely talking to you! Bye for now!”
oooOOooo
A couple of weeks later, arrangements made, Emily was despatched to collect Keith in the van. She arrived at his house—or rather his owners’ house—and was invited inside by Mrs Bradshaw.
There, sitting on his bed in a corner of the room, was Keith. His eyes lit up on seeing Emily, and she deduced that he had not been expecting her. He couldn’t stop looking at her. She was dressed much as she had been the previous time, in denim jeans that accentuated her shapely bottom, along with a T-shirt that clung tightly to her pert breasts.
“Aren’t you going to say hello to me, Keith?” she asked, smiling.
“Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof—” he yapped.
“That’s enough, Keith,” shouted Mr Bradshaw. “Sorry about that, Emily,” he remarked, with a smile. “The silly dog seems besotted with you!”
“It’s not a problem, Mr Bradshaw, and it happens to me a lot, for some inexplicable reason.” Mr Bradshaw knew what that reason was, but a stern glare from Mrs Bradshaw told him she knew as well.
“I’m so pleased he remembers me,” Emily continued. She went over and patted him on the head and stroked him under his chin. He looked up at her with a mixture of happiness and sadness—the former because he found her so pretty, but the latter because it meant he was going to the academy again, where he would meet the daunting Madame Isabella and be forced to learn a new trick. What’s more, he had a good idea what the new trick was that he had to learn.
“Shall we go through the paperwork?” enquired Emily, turning away from Keith to address the Bradshaws. “Will he be coming to us in that fur?” This was a reference to the fact that Keith was locked into a black and tan outfit that made him resemble a German Shepherd.
“No, I’ll take it off him. The less he takes, the less there is to lose,” laughed Mrs Bradshaw.
“So, it’ll just be paws, collar, leash, tail and cage, I suppose?” Emily asked Mr Bradshaw, while his wife was extracting Keith from his costume. “Oh, and the key to his cage,” she added, giggling. “Mustn’t forget that!”
The paperwork was completed, and Emily took temporary ownership of Keith. Goodbyes were said before he was led out to the van on all fours by Emily, who quickly locked him into the cage in the back. “I hope you’ve remembered all the rules, Keith?” she asked ominously, before shutting the van door.
“Woof,” he replied.
“Good boy, Keith.”
oooOOooo
As happened the last time, Keith spent the first night at the academy locked in a crate in a windowless room, except this time he was not alone. In another crate, a few feet away, was a girl in her twenties. Like Keith, she wore nothing but paws, collar, tail and cage, except obviously her cage was designed for the female anatomy.
She was very beautiful, and he felt his penis attempting to expand in his cage just looking at her. However, he found she was shy, and she avoided eye contact with him.
Emily had introduced them to each other. “Charlotte, this is Keith who identifies as a German Shepherd—Keith, this is Charlotte, who’s a French poodle. Now, you two may communicate in doggy language, but no words. Is that understood? Otherwise, you will be punished.”
They both gave a single bark to confirm.
“There are microphones in this room,” Emily went on to explain, “and we have an AI system that can detect human speech, so neither of you use human talk unless you want to be disciplined. Hmm?”
They understood. Emily turned the light down low and left them alone. Keith yapped at Charlotte a few times, but she never replied, so soon he gave up.
oooOOooo
Not unexpectedly, Keith spent a largely sleepless night in his crate, fearful of what was to happen the following day. Nonetheless, he perked up when Emily appeared the next morning.
“Hello, you two! Wakey-wakey!!” she called.
Both Keith and Charlotte responded with lots of barking. “Quiet! Quiet!” shouted Emily above the noise. “I’m pleased to see you too,” she laughed.
She unlocked the cages, allowing both pets out.
“Beg!” she instructed, and both pets dropped to their knees, holding their paws out in front. Emily gave them each a cute smile and a pat on the head, before delving into her pocket to retrieve treats.
“Walkies!” Keith and Charlotte both stood up and Emily attached their leashes. Keith couldn’t take his eyes off Charlotte’s naked body, but she looked embarrassed and couldn’t bring herself to look back at him.
“Keith! You randy dog,” admonished Emily, while grinning. “You are so naughty, Keith. You can have a sniff outside, okay?”
Keith blushed, while attempting to conceal the pain from his penis that was trying in vain to engorge.
Emily tugged on their leashes and took the pair into the open for fresh air and exercise, holding a leash in each hand. “Now you can sniff each other’s private parts! That’s what dogs do, isn’t it?” she remarked.
“Woof!” replied Keith, but Charlotte remained silent, not so keen as Keith to participate.
“Come on, Charlotte,” urged Emily. “Both of you on all fours! Then you can sniff each other for a few minutes, so you can get to know one another.”
Keith dropped down. So did Charlotte, but unenthusiastically. Keith bounded over to her and started sniffing her crotch. He was in seventh heaven! Despite her chastity belt, he quickly picked up the scent of her love juices, and he sensed that despite her reluctance to participate, she was getting turned on by this humiliating experience. So much so, that after a while she felt compelled to swivel round to inhale his scents. The ice had been broken, and Charlotte now looked more relaxed in Keith’s presence.
“Good girl, Charlotte,” effused Emily.
It was humiliating, but still Keith found it extremely arousing, and quickly he was in even more discomfort.
“That’s enough, you two!” ordered Emily. She walked them around the garden for twenty minutes and finished at a wall where there was a hook. “Kneel, Keith! I’m going to tie you up here while I take Charlotte back to her cage,” she explained. “I won’t be long.”
oooOOooo
It was a few minutes before Emily returned, unhooked Keith’s leash, and led him inside. He was afraid that he was going to meet the formidable Madame Isabella but, no, they entered another room which had the appearance of a veterinary surgeon’s clinic. In the middle was a strong metal table that could be adjusted in terms of height and angle, and around the side were cupboards and benches, along with various bits of odd-looking equipment.
Seeing his startled expression, Emily sought to reassure him. “Nothing to worry about, Keith. I’m not going to neuter you!” She laughed, but he struggled to see the joke. He was anxious, and his penis was no longer trying to swell.
He watched her reach into her back pocket and extract a key, which he knew was for his tail. She unlocked it and pulled it out, putting it to one side. As his tail was only usually removed so that he could excrete bodily waste, Keith felt a strong sense of trepidation as to what would soon be happening.
Then Emily removed another key from her pocket and he recognised it immediately as the key to his chastity device. He perked up at the thought that he was to be unlocked.
“Lie on the table, Keith,” she instructed. “Your mistress reckons the cage you’re wearing is too big, and this is encouraging you to misbehave. I’m sure she must be mistaken, because I honestly can’t believe it’s too large. Your cage is the smallest that’s sold to the general public.” As she said this, she undid the padlock and pulled off the device.
“Oh! Er—” she remarked. She stopped what she was saying and seemed lost for words. “Oh, my… er… you are small, aren’t you, Keith?”
He was feeling too embarrassed to give the required single bark, but luckily Emily was distracted and couldn’t take her eyes off his penis. “Sorry, Keith, I shouldn’t stare, but… well, I knew you had a small dick, but I didn’t realise… er…” She trailed off, not wishing to embarrass him more than he already was.
Then her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, crikey, it’s growing! Look!! It’s growing!” she exclaimed, excitedly. She watched for half a minute or so and Keith saw her facial expression change from one of hope to one of disappointment. “Oh, no… is that it?” she observed, slowly shaking her head in disbelief. “I’m so sorry for you, Keith.”
She was being kind, but that did not spare Keith the penetrating humiliation he was experiencing.
“Er… can I ask you something, Keith? Something that Madame Isabella wouldn’t want me to ask.”
He gave a very quiet yap.
“Before you identified as a dog, did you ever fuck a woman?”
There was a moment’s hesitation before he shook his head. He should have given two woofs, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so, and Emily didn’t feel inclined to chastise him, since it was off the record.
“Oh, dear…” she replied, sounding genuinely sorry for him. “Er… have you ever had a hand job from a woman, Keith?”
Again, he solemnly shook his head. “That’s so, so sad, Keith. I’m really very sorry that you missed out.” Her empathy, well-meant though it was, wasn’t helping his intense feeling of awkwardness.
She thought for a moment. “Would you like me to give you one? Right now?!”
“Woof!” he answered, without a second thought.
Emily grinned, saying, “I shouldn’t do it and, if Madame Isabella finds out, I’ll be in big trouble, so it has to be our secret.”
She proceeded to give him a hand job, or, more precisely, a finger job, because two fingers were all that were required. Gently, she stroked his short shaft and toyed with the end, teasing him and coaxing him towards a climax.
It went on for several minutes. He shuddered with excitement as she played with him. He had never experienced anything like it, and he was having regrets that he had chosen to change his identity to a dog. But then he remembered that when he was human, no girl had ever offered to do this for him, so perhaps he was better off as a canine.
The sensations were growing more powerful. Emily was standing over him and he could smell her fragrant perfume. Her cute breasts were in his line of vision and he realised her nipples were becoming erect. And when she occasionally turned to look him in the eyes, he could see that her pupils had become dilated. Emily was being turned on by playing with his small penis.
She was an expert at what she was doing and several times she took him almost to the point of no return, before backing off to allow him to calm down. He desperately wanted to come, but equally he never wanted this to end.
And then the moment came when she allowed him to shoot. A shuddering orgasm pulsated through his body. It was three years since he had last cum by manipulation of his penis, and then by his own hand. The Bradshaws granted him occasional release, but only by prostate massage using a thin vibrating wand clinically designed for what Mrs Bradshaw considered to be a distasteful but medically necessary procedure.
He savoured every moment of his orgasm. He wanted to say thank you, but there were no doggy words that could adequately convey his gratitude to Emily. Instead, he looked at her with poignant eyes and she smiled sweetly back.
Then he realised she had caught his jism in her hand. “We can’t let Madame Isabella see this, Keith, or I’ll be in big trouble.” She held her palm up to his lips. There was a lot of it, but he knew what he had to do. Sitting up, he readily lapped it up from her hand. Since last visiting the academy, he had consumed Mr Bradshaw’s spunk on many occasions—ingesting his own was something new but acceptable, despite his libido having now sunk after his crescendo.
“Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” Emily concluded, adding, “and at least now you’ve released your load, I won’t need to get an icepack.”
That done, she went over to a benchtop where there were several boxes. She picked one up and took it over to Keith. “Madame Isabella ordered several small cages on approval from a specialist supplier. This is the smallest of them, so we’ll try this one first.”
She opened the box and removed the cage. It was miniscule! Despite knowing he had a very small penis, Keith couldn’t see how it would fit, and Emily didn’t sound too convinced either. But it did fit and, a minute or so later, it was secured in place.
She gave it a wiggle and tug to check it wasn’t going to slip off. “Does that feel okay?” she asked, in a very matter-of-fact manner.
He didn’t know how to reply. He wanted to give two barks, but he sensed that Emily was simply looking for him to acknowledge it was fine.
“Come on, Keith, answer me,” she urged.
“Woof,” he quietly replied. She smiled at him, and then, without warning, she pulled up her T-shirt, displaying her firm breasts, encased in a sparkling white bra.
The expression on Keith’s face changed in an instant. It went from pained resignation to a painful grimace. “Woof, woof!” he barked. “Woof, woof!”
“Sorry, Keith,” she replied, pulling down her shirt. “That’s a test Madame Isabella expects me to do to check that cages aren’t too big. I can confidently say yours isn’t!” she grinned. It wasn’t a malicious grin, but that was no comfort to Keith who realised that locked in this new device all sensual and erotic pleasures would be denied him, unless accompanied by considerable discomfort and pain.
