Puppy Girl Snow, Part 1 - How to Find a Master

- by Alvo Torelli, 2017

(Mg, mc, ped, mast, rp)

It was so cold! And it was only the end of November. I ducked into a coffee shop on Grand close to my school, Sacajawea Middle School, where I'm a seventh grader. I was freezing, so I ordered a super big, super hot mocha. But I discovered I didn't have any money in my purse! It was so embarrassing. I wanted to disappear.

"That's okay, I'll get that," said the man behind me in line.

"Oh no, I couldn't let you do that, I'm not allowed..."

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's fine, it's just a mocha," the handsome man said with a big smile. "Least I can do for such a pretty girl."

"Well, uh, thanks?" I spluttered and I knew I was blushing terribly. I get so flustered talking to new people, especially men. I took my drink and fled to a far corner of the coffee shop, where I tried to hide behind my math textbook. I was so desperate to stay inside where it was warm, and be as invisible as possible after my stupid, stupid problem at the counter, that I actually pulled out my homework and starting working on it. Why are people so interested in ratios? They're stupid!

"Sorry, mind if I join you?"

I looked up and it was the man who paid for my mocha. He was kind of old, like, maybe thirty-five, but still really handsome. I liked his short beard that was half black and half grey, like his short hair. And his eyes were grey too - like I'd never seen before. They sparkled and I had trouble looking away from them.

"Miss?"

"Oh, sorry." I realized I'd been staring! Now I was embarrassed all over again. I'm such a dork! God. I saw that all of the tables were filled with people, which was weird 'cause I thought there had been plenty of seats just a minute ago. But whatever, I recovered enough to say, "uh, I guess?" OH! I wanted to hide behind my book again. What's wrong with me?

The man gave me a funny little smile that did not make me feel better. But then he softened, as he pulled out a chair and sat at my little homework-covered table, and he said "Hi. I'm Miles. Thanks for sharing your table." His eyes twinkled again.

I was definitely not supposed to talk to strange men in coffee shops! I knew better, but something just took ahold of me and I blurted out "I'm Tabitha. Tabitha Climer." But then I wanted to hide again.

"Tabitha Climer," Miles said, very slowly, then he said my name again, pondering something. "Did you know that if you rearrange... Well, I shouldn't say. But, you know, I think it must be fate. Funny how these things work out, eh?"

I had no idea what he was talking about, but his words and his voice were so nice. I wanted to hear him say something else. I actually wanted him to talk to me. I usually couldn't speak in front of strangers! "I hate my name," I blurted out and then I actually covered my mouth with my hand. Why am I such a dork!

"Really? You hate it? Well, maybe we'll have to do something about that, later. So tell me, Tabitha who doesn't want to be Tabitha, how old are you?"

"I'm fifteen" I lied as smoothly as I could, which wasn't very smooth. Miles lifted his eyebrows in a question and then glanced to my math book and back. I scowled and said, "Okay, okay, I'm only thirteen." His eyebrows just went higher. "Okay already! I'm twelve, but I'll be thirteen in three weeks and that's like practically tomorrow!"

"You're very pretty, Tabitha who doesn't want to be Tabitha."

Oh man, oh wow. "No I'm not," I whispered, looking down and probably blushing even worse. I couldn't believe a strange man just said I was pretty. I shouldn't be talking to him!

"No, you shouldn't contradict me. You are pretty. Such a pretty face. I like your sharp little nose and those perfect, dark eyebrows that set off your nice eyes. And you have nice curves for a girl your age. Very nice. You're sexy. Did you ever think about dying your hair?"

I reached up and tugged at a lock of my dark hair. Oh gosh, he said I was sexy. That was so wrong. But wow, it was nice, too. "Mama keeps it short so it's less bother but I always wanted to grow it out more. But dye it? Like, dye it how?"

"Oh, I don't know. All these great colors the teenagers are dying their hair these days, I think it's cool. Maybe hot pink or... no, I know, electric blue. Yeah electric blue. Well hey, look I gotta run. Maybe I'll see you again some time. I love this coffee shop."

"Um, okay, I mean, bye?" Miles stood and left and I had to resist an urge to jump up and follow him.

On my way home I passed a drug store, the same one I pass every day. But this time I found myself going inside and walking up and down the aisles until I was standing in front of all the boxes and boxes of hair dye.

The weirdest thing was that when I went to pay for the hair dye, there was money in my pocket, right where it was supposed to be.

The next day I practically ran to the coffee shop after school. I'd made sure I had money, too. I got my hot drink and grabbed the same table. I pretended to work on my homework, but every few seconds I looked to see if he'd come in the door. And then he did! It was hard to sit and wait as he ordered and got his big mug of coffee. I trembled a little. What if he didn't come over to my table? Oh no, that would be awful. But he did!

"Hello Tabitha who doesn't want to be Tabitha," Miles said as he sat down across from me and smiled. "I sure do like your hair, sweetie. I think you got the color just right - it's perfect for you."

A surge of pleasure ran through my body. He liked it! "Oh, really? I did it right?"

"I already said you did it right," Miles said sharply. Most of my pleasure drained away and I was a little bit scared. "You have to listen when I speak to you. But yes, you did it right - just what I wanted." The rush of pleasure came back and I shivered just a little.

"Mama didn't like it," I said. "And daddy laughed. Some of the kids laughed too."

"It doesn't matter what they think. I think it looks very good on you. Very hot. That's all that matters, pet."

"That's all that matters," I said.

"I sent you a present, pet," Miles said. "You should get it today."

"Really?" I said with excitement.

"Don't question me."

"Oh!" Guilt stabbed through me. "I, I'm sorry..."

"Maybe I'll see you tomorrow, pet." Miles got up from the table.

"Oh, if, if you want?" I said. Every time he called me pet my heart jumped.

"I do," Miles said, "but come to my place." Then he walked away.

I was so confused! His place? How? I was filled with dread. Then I remembered the package. I jumped up and ran home as fast as I could, but still had to wait another hour for the package to arrive. It was addressed to 'Ms Tabitha Climer' and it had a return address: 'Miles Everhart, xxxx E 35th Ave, Spokane, Wa.' Finally my dread started to go away. I knew where to go - and it was close to my school.

I'd managed to get the package from the delivery man and mama hadn't even seen it, so it was easy to sneak it up to my room where I ripped open the paper. Inside I found the oddest thing - a pink leather collar, like a dog collar. There was a ring on the collar and a golden round tag hanging from the ring that said 'SNOW' on one side and on the other 'IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO OWNER.' That didn't make sense - how would you know who the owner was? And what was I supposed to do with this? I was so confused.

I picked the collar up from its little box and the second I held it I knew exactly what I was supposed to do with it! I quickly took all my clothes off and stood in front of my big mirror. I really liked my new blue hair. I wasn't as skinny as some of the girls at school, but at least I had real curves, unlike most of the girls my age who were either skinny sticks of just fat. And I had boobies. Okay, just barely, but more than those skinny girls.

But something was missing and I knew what it was - I knew exactly what it was. I pulled the pink collar around my throat, trembling, both scared and excited. The two ends clipped together behind my neck with an ominous snap and I let the little tag dangle down in front. I looked at myself with amazement. Why did the collar make me look so different? I couldn't figure it out, but it made me feel very strange. And then I really wanted to touch myself. I wanted to knead my little boobies and pinch the little pink nipples. I wanted to stroke my tummy all the way down to the puffy mounds of flesh between my legs. It felt so good. I spread my legs. I needed to touch myself. The little tag on my collar sparkled in the mirror and my need exploded. I rubbed frantically at the little nubbin at the top of my pussy. I pinched my nipples harder and faster. Oh god, oh god, I needed my pussy to feel good. I was going crazy.

It was the collar. It had to be the collar. I'd never needed to touch myself like this before! I reached behind to unclip the collar - but the two ends that clipped together were gone. How could they be gone! NO! Oh god, oh god, I can't get it off. And it's making me play with myself. I need to play with myself so much!

"Tabitha! Dinner time! Get yourself down here right now little lady!" Mama yelled. I knew I had to come, right away, 'cause if I didn't she would come and get me and it wouldn't go well. Extra chores!

The little tag kept glistening in the mirror, mocking me. But the distraction of mama helped me tear my eyes away from the mirror. The terrible awful need got a little better. I pulled a bulky sweater, with a high neck over my head and it hid the pink collar completely, although I could still feel it pressing around my neck, the little tag dangling and bumping against my sternum. As long as I couldn't see the collar the need wasn't so overwhelming, But it was still torture! I barely managed to pull on a pair of loose yoga pants, with no panties. It was the best I could manage.

"Now that's an outfit," daddy said as I slid into my seat at the table. "Especially with that kooky hair. I guess you really are almost a teenager. I'll have to get used to it."

I didn't engage daddy, there was no point. But he was right, I looked ridiculous and I was hot under the thick sweater. But I didn't dare take it off. What if daddy saw the collar? Or mama? Oh god, that would be awful! Now I was afraid AND I needed to touch myself.

It was too much. I scooted as close to the table as I could get and I ate with one hand - I can't even remember what, 'cause my other hand was under the table in my yoga pants, desperately rubbing at my little pussy.

Dinner took ages and then I had to help clean up, which was torture. I finally rushed to my room, saying that I was going to bed early. I collapse onto my bed and I did everything I could to make the horrible, awful need go away. But no amount of rubbing or twisting or poking would get me to the mysterious place I seemed to need to go. I even rushed into the bathroom and tried my electric toothbrush, which was amazing, but it didn't stop the need.

Coming back into my room, in tears and sweating under my sweater from all the exertion, I was totally miserable. But I noticed the box my collar had arrived in. And in the box there was a slip of paper I hadn't seen before. I unfolded it and read what it said: "Be careful, pet. Only Master can take away the need."

After school I clutched the piece of paper with 'Miles Everhart' and the address on it and hurried. It wasn't far from school and fortunately I found it in just a few minutes, 'cause I was desperate. The house was plain, one story, with at least a double lot that was surrounded by a high fence. I practically ran up the short walkway and rang the bell. "Oh please be here, please be here," I chanted under my breath. I was trying so hard not to push my hand down into my jeans. I wasn't going to make it much longer. "Please, please, please be home."

"Hello Tabitha who wants to be someone other than Tabitha?" Miles said as he opened the door. The second I saw his handsome face relief poured through my body. I still wanted to tear off my jeans and touch myself, but it wasn't nearly as bad. "Come on in, pet." Ohhhh! I shivered at the sound of his voice.

Miles led me through an entryway and into a big living room. There was a long sofa, a coffee table and a big entertainment center with a huge television - the biggest I'd ever seen. The room had thick, soft white carpet and over one side of the room there was a full length mirror in a fancy wooden stand. I saw myself in the mirror and shivered.

"You shouldn't cover up your present, pet," Miles said sharply. I gasped and quick as I could I pulled my sweater over my head. Underneath it I was wearing a very thin, loose shirt that hung from tiny straps. I'd worn it to try to stay cooler at my overly heated school 'cause I knew I couldn't ever take my sweater off. But now I realized how flimsy it was and the way Miles looked at my chest and my tiny boobies gave me a chill. "Very nice, pet," he said. "I just knew the collar would go so well with your hair."

"Wh-why does it say 'Snow?'" I asked.

"Well, Tabitha who doesn't want to be Tabitha, Tabitha who wants to be someone else, someone different, it says 'Snow' because that's your new name - your real name. That's who you are now, you're Snow, my pet, pretty little wonderful, sexy Snow." Miles stepped up to me and took the little tag between his fingers and rubbed it absently with his thumb. I couldn't breathe! I just stared way up into his face. And I knew he was right. I was Snow. I wasn't Tabitha Climet, I was Snow, just Snow. Tabitha was some other little girl. "But nobody else knows your real name, Snow, not yet. It's just you and me for now. So don't forget to answer when someone calls you Tabitha, even though it's not your real name."

Oh god, he was standing so close. He was so tall and strong and his voice made me tremble. "Oh, thank you, thank you for my name, ah, Miles?"

"No, not Miles, pet. That's not a name for you to use."

"Oh, I'm sorry! What, what do I...?"

"You'll figure it out, pet. My beautiful Snow."

Miles (no, I can't call him Miles!) took me by the shoulders and he turned me to face the mirror. At once I gasped at the glistening reflection of the little golden tag and the pretty pink of the collar permanently fixed around my neck. All the terrible need swept back over me and I cried out in anguish. I tore the flimsy blouse over my head and then I scrabbled at my jeans as I danced about to kick my shoes off. Part of my brain realized I was taking my clothes off in front of a man, a man I barely knew. Mama would have a heart attack if she knew. Daddy would get his shotgun. What was I doing? But I had to, I had to, I needed to touch myself. I wriggled the tight jeans over my ample hips - oh why could't I be skinny like Amanda or Jessica? Why did I have to have hips? I couldn't take my eyes off of myself in the mirror and the longer I looked, the longer I saw my collar and the little tag, the worse my need got. Finally, finally! I got the jeans over my socks, pulling one sock off in the process and then I practically ripped my panties off in frustration as they got rolled up and stuck halfway down my legs. I didn't care! I didn't care who was watching. I didn't care if I was more embarrassed than I'd ever been embarrassed in my life. I plunged my fingers into my throbbing and sopping pussy.

"No!" he barked. "No touching yourself!"

No, no, no, no! I have to, I have to! "Oh, oh, please, please, Mi..." I almost said the name I wasn't allowed to use. A bolt of fear swept through me without diminishing my incredible desire to try to pleasure myself. "Please! Please!"

"Not yet! Please who?"

"Please, sir?" Oh god, I was going crazy! I needed to touch myself but I couldn't.

"No. Try again."

"Oh god, oh god, please, please, please. OH, Please Mr., Mr. Everhart?"

"No! Now get down on your knees, where you belong, pet. Try again!"

I did what he told me to do. I knew I had to do everything he told me to do, it was only right. He'd given me my name. But the need, the need was so bad! He'd given me the need, too. "Please, please," I cried out. I looked at myself in the big mirror, on my hands and knees, like a dog. I saw the little tag hanging from my collar. I wanted to look away. I wanted to touch myself! Oh god, I was going crazy. "Oh please, please," I cried, in agony and then I finally said what I should have said from the beginning. "OH GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE, MASTER!"

Master dropped to his knees behind me as I trembled in anticipation. He tore my panties the rest of the way off and spread my knees wide. 'Only Master can take away the need!' His fingers found my little pussy and stroked the puffy mounds. I nearly exploded. My back arched and I howled. He reached around to pinch one of my tiny nipples and the world nearly collapsed around me. A finger slipped between the mounds and traced the tiny inner lips of my pussy. I could barely breathe. It was so wonderful, but it was torture at the same time. I wanted more!

"Master, Master, Master!" I cried out.

The head of Master's cock spread open my pussy lips and I gasped. What was I doing? NO! NO! He's going to fuck me! NOOOOO! He swirled it around and around, waking up feelings I never knew existed. Oh god, he's really going to fuck me. No, no, no, I'm only twelve. Please, oh god. I'm just a little girl! Then I locked my eyes on the reflection of the small golden tag. It said Snow! I was Snow. Not that scared little stupid Tabitha girl. I was SNOW! I felt Master's strong grip on both sides of my hips.

Master rammed his cock into me and I screamed and screamed and screamed. He tore through something inside me. I hadn't known before if my hymen was intact, but I knew it now. It hurt when he tore it! It hurt when he stretched out my insides. It hurt when he rammed into something deep inside me because his cock was too big and long to fit all the way inside a little girl. Even if I really was Snow, Snow was just a little girl too!

But it was heaven. My need boiled over and overwhelmed my mind and body and turned into the most amazing fantastic super feeling ever known by anyone ever. I knew it was an orgasm. The girls at school were always whispering silly stuff about wanting to have orgasms. They had no idea! Stupid Tabitha would never have had an orgasm. But I was Snow and I was having the best orgasm in the universe. Every stroke, every thrust was a new incredible sensation and I never ever wanted it to stop no matter how much it might hurt.

I was down on my elbows by then and Master started fucking into me at a crazy speed. I moved forward and back with every vicious thrust. I watched myself being fucked in the mirror. My blue hair bounced with every lunge. The little tag banged against my chest. My half-open mouth let out little grunts in time to Master's wonderful, wonderful fucking. Looking higher in the mirror I saw the concentration and pleasure on Master's face as he fucked me. The pain wasn't as bad, but it never completely went away, especially when he hit something deep inside me, over and over. I saw myself wince with each hard plunge. But I didn't care. I saw a girl getting fucked. I saw SNOW getting fucked - by her Master - her wonder, terrible, frightening Master.

Then Master came. He groaned something I couldn't understand and he shoved even harder inside me and I didn't think I could take it but I did. Because Snow always did whatever her Master wanted. As his hot cum filled me up it was clearer and clearer that Snow was Master's toy. Snow did what Master wanted. Snow lived for Master.

"Master, Master, oh god! MASTER!" I screamed.

Read on for Part 2 of Puppy Girl Snow!

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