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It started pretty innocently, really.
Lottie saw a video that made her say she was “deer pretty”, while Nat positively insisted that she was “puppy pretty”. She happily took it as a compliment, though, especially when Nat got a hard on and started kissing her, pinning her to the bed not long after.
From then on, Lottie was baby, and Lot, and my love, and my good girl, just like normal, but once in a while, she was also my pup, or my pretty puppy, and she didn’t know what to do with it. She liked it, maybe a little too much. It made her dizzy to hear it, and she thought about it when she touched herself, trying not to worry about why it felt so good.
The next time she tried to say “I’m yours” during sex, it came out sounding a little more like “I’m your pretty pup”.
“I like when you sit like that, like a dog,” Nat had said one day, pulling Lottie up off the floor and onto her lap once she had finished. She had been kneeling between Nat’s legs, leaned forward with her palms planted on the ground to get a better angle. Her knees and wrists had gotten a little sore, but suddenly didn’t mind.
“When you tell me to sit, I’ll sit like that, so you can see it whenever you want,” Lottie answered, before she could really think of how she wanted to answer.
Experimentally, Nat smirked and said, “Sit.”
Lottie got into the position, the new stance making her acutely aware of how soaked her underwear were. She stared back, eyes dark and hungry. “Do I get a treat?”
And there was that one time, of course, when Nat had told her to beg for it, so Lottie had laid on her back and held the hem of her shirt between her teeth, exposing her chest. Before she could think better of it, she curled her hands into paws and held them on either side of her face. She lifted her knees up as well, and let her legs fall apart, showing off the wet underwear under her skirt. Her mouth was too full to talk, but she whined, wordlessly begging like a good puppy. Needless to say, she got what she wanted and more.
The collar hadn’t been that out there either. They were both very possessive, and Lottie would never be upset about the tag saying “good girl”. She was a good girl, after all, and she loved being told as much.
It was the sound of it that did it for Nat, hearing the tags rhythmically clink together when she had Lottie bent over. She would grab the back of the collar and use it to pull Lottie closer if she was mouthing off, gently choking her. Whenever Nat put it on Lottie, she made it just a little too tight, wanting to see her discomfort, but she still always managed to hook her fingers under the leather when necessary.
So, Nat would pull Lottie close, unbuckle her belt, and say, “sit”. The second Nat’s cock was out of her pants, Lottie would go in with her puppy kisses, excitedly lapping precum off her tip.
Lottie would always get a reward afterwards, and Nat would ask what she wanted as a treat. She would normally just ask to be fucked, or to have Nat cum in her, or maybe oral, but one day, she had a different request.
“I… wanna be your dog for a day.”
Nat’s eyebrows shot up, and she worked hard to keep her composure. “You already are, baby, look at your collar.”
“I want more, Nat.” She leaned her face on Nat’s knee, still sat on the floor between her legs. “I want you to make me sit on the floor and feed me by hand, or just put my bowl on the ground. Don’t let me on the furniture. Keep me under your desk while you work.” Lottie had moved to mount Nat’s shoe, rubbing herself on it as she talked. “Tell me when I’m allowed to pee, and make me go on a puppy pad. If I want to get off, and I have your permission, I’ll need to hump my pillow or stuffed animal.”
Nat stared at her, mouth agape. She was hard again already.
“Please? I’ll be such a good puppy for you.” Lottie’s voice was breathy and desperate.
“Uh,” Nat stuttered as Lottie’s hand found her dick. “Does friday work?”
Lottie wanted to be woken up with a scolding, being pulled to the floor by her collar, being told she was too dirty to be on the bed.
Instead, she woke up Nat gently taking off her pajamas, telling her that puppies didn’t need clothes. Nat didn’t kick her off the bed yet, mostly because Lottie was so precious to her, but also because she would obviously let a dog into the bed. She practically rolled her eyes at what a rich person fantasy Lottie had.
But she minded Lottie’s wealth a lot less when she took out the ears Nat had been given her credit card to pick out. They were dark brown, almost black, the color of Lottie’s hair, attached to a padded headband in the same hue. The fur was long and silky, and one of the ears was up while the other flopped down. She put the headband on her sleepy girlfriend and fell in love all over again, Lottie looked fucking adorable. The kind of adorable that made her pants too tight, but adorable nonetheless.
The two had a lazy morning, with Nat getting sucked into petting Lottie for close to an hour before even trying to get up. When they did, she had Lottie sit on the kitchen tile and hand fed her breakfast. Lottie wanted it to go on forever. She had never felt so loved, or so degraded, and Nat had to warn her many times to stop touching herself.
“Do you have to go potty?” Nat asked her afterwards, and she blushed and squirmed as she nodded.
Peeing onto a puppy pad, completely naked except for her collar and ears, being watched closely by her owner girlfriend, Lottie was a very happy puppy. She tried to go while kneeling, but the puppy pad wasn’t made to absorb so much, and her “accident” pooled around her legs.
Nat quickly noticed, and got a towel to clean Lottie off. “Such a dumb pup, you got yourself all dirty,” she taunted, running the towel over Lottie’s legs before shoving it in her face. “Wanna smell it?”
Too humiliated to say anything defending herself, she sniffed the towel while Nat chuckled at her. Just as she expected, the sharp, familiar smell of her own pee filled her senses, worsening her already deep blush.
“I know you like it,” Nat told her, and she knew there was no use shaking her head. Nat wasn’t that far off, she would’ve sucked that towel dry if she knew she would be called ‘good’ afterwards.
Lottie felt incredibly spoiled when she saw the bed Nat had made up under her desk. There was a large cushion covered with a variety of blankets and pillows, and it was so nice that it made Lottie wish she didn’t already have arousal running down her thighs.
The thing was, Lottie got bored. She tried biting Nat’s thighs, she tried whining, she tried nuzzling, but she wasn’t getting more than an absentminded head scratch. At least she had Nat’s pillow, she had discovered, by scent alone. The smell was so good, her girlfriend’s shampoo and cologne mixed with her sweat and the scent of her skin. She buried her face in it, curling up in the blankets, and she found her hips rolling forward against nothing. Still hiding her face and inhaling deeply, she took her softest blanket, pressing it against her clit and rubbing. She stayed too quiet, though, because Nat didn’t even catch her, and she wanted to get in trouble.
“Nat, am I allowed to cum?” She asked eventually, breathlessly.
Nat scoffed, pulling her chair away to look under the desk when she realized what was going on. “Are you serious?”
Lottie whimpered.
“You aren’t even allowed to talk.”
Nat held out her hand in a way that made Lottie scramble forward to meet it, and it rewarded her by scratching under her chin. She hummed at the nice feeling, and her breath hitched when Nat switched to roughly groping her breast.
Nat unbuttoned her pants. “Make yourself useful.”