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Subject: {ASSM} The Bitch Trainer by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F Bondage
Date: Wed,  9 Jan 2002 21:10:20 -0500
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The Bitch Trainer by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F Bondage
Copyright 2002

	If I'd been in a good mood when I got on the plane nothing would have 
happened.  But I'd had a bad day, and my period was starting, so I was in a 
black mood.  I'd upgraded to first-class and had hoped to wind up sitting 
alone.  But it wasn't my lucky day.  A pert, perky little blonde sat down 
next to me.  She'd obviously just come from someplace warm because she was 
nicely tanned and was wearing a sundress and sandals.  I turned slightly and 
stared out the window, hoping she'd get the message.

	But she didn't.  After we were off the ground she smiled and said, "Hi, I'm 
Megan Boyer.  Where are you headed?"

	"Tuscon."  I spoke curtly, hoping to discourage her.  But she still didn't 
get the message.

	"I'm going home to Phoenix.  To get married."  She held out her left hand 
so I could admire her engagement ring.  It was big, at least 3 carats, and 
very impressive.  She chattered on and on, and within a couple of minutes I 
knew that she was 24, an only child, a graduate of Arizona State, where 
she'd been a cheerleader (big surprise) and she was currently working for a 
public relations firm.  She wound up by asking what I did for a living.

	"I'm a trainer."  Again, I spoke curtly, hoping to end the conversation.  
No such luck.

	"What kind of trainer?  A personal trainer?  I mean, you look very fit."

	I sighed and turned toward her.  Her dress had ridden quite high on her 
firm, tanned thighs.  I put my hand on her leg, just above her knee, and 
squeezed gently.  Her skin was as soft as velvet.  I leaned close and 
whispered, "I'm a bitch trainer.  People pay me to take pretty little girls 
like you and train them to be obedient little bitches."

	Her eyes widened in surprise and I saw a bead of sweat on her upper lip.  
"You... you're kidding, aren't you?"

	I shook my head and ran my hand slowly up her thigh.  "No, I'm not.  In six 
weeks I could teach you to be a perfect little bitch.  How'd you like to 
learn to live life as a dog?  Hmmm, bitch?  You'd look good on your hands 
and knees, nude, collared, and ready to fuck."

	She shook her head back and forth, her eyes locked on mine.  "Nooo."

	My hand reached the top of her thigh and I was surprised to discover that 
she wasn't wearing panties.  I brushed her pubic bush with the tips of my 
fingers and then turned back to the window.  She was quiet for the rest of 
the flight and I managed to sleep for an hour.

	When the plane arrived in Phoenix she was the first one off and I never 
expected to see her again.  I found my truck in the short-term lot and drove 
to Tuscon and then on to the small ranch I owned  south of the city.  
Business had been slow for a month and I didn't expect it to pick up until 
the fall.  But I didn't mind, I had lots to do as I worked to renovate the 
old ranch house.  Money wasn't an issue.  I'd inherited a ton of it from my 
grandmother and it kept piling up since I spent only a small fraction of my 
yearly income.

	A few days later I got a call from a man who asked if I was available to 
train his fiance.  I was about to refuse since I don't take clients unless 
they've been referred by someone I know but he said, "You know her.  You met 
her on the flight from Chicago.  Megan Boyer."

	I was still reluctant but, in the end, I agreed.  I arranged to pick her up 
in Tuscon in two days.  I drove to Tuscon two days later, arriving early for 
our 9:00 a.m. meeting.  I was surprised to see that Megan was already there 
and more surprised to see that she was alone.  I'd expected that the fiance 
would bring her.  I slipped into the booth and ordered coffee from the 
waitress.

	"Are you alone?"

	She nodded.  "Bryan was busy so I came down last night on the bus."

	I glanced at her hand.  "Where's your ring?"

	"Bryan has it.  He thought it would be safer if it stayed with him until 
after..."

	She wasn't the same perky person she'd been on the plane but I attributed 
it to nervousness.  She was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and running shoes.  
It was obvious that she was braless because the cool air from the A/C vent 
had brought her nipples up.  She blushed when she noticed me looking at 
them.

	I sipped my coffee and then told her what we were going to do.  "My van's 
parked up the street.  We'll leave in a minute and get into the back of the 
van.  You'll remove your clothes and I'll put a collar on you and then 
you'll be caged.  If you speak another word between now and then I'll gag 
you.  Nod your head if you understand."

	She nodded her head.  Her expression was a mixture of fear and excitement.  
That told me that she wanted the training despite being scard.  When they're 
forced to come for training all I see is fear.   I dropped some money on the 
table and stood up.  I walked away without looking back.  Megan caught up 
with me outside and we walked to the van in silence.  Wonderful, blessed 
silence.

	My van is a GMC panel van.  The back windows are one-way glass.  The 
interior is sealed off from the cab by mesh grate.  A curtain blocks the 
view from the front.  We got in and she quickly removed her clothes.  I put 
her on her hands and knees and fastened a collar around her neck.  Then I 
locked her in the cage.  It's made for large dogs, up to 150 pounds, and it 
forces a human to remain on hands and knees.  The bottom is covered with 
carpeting for comfort.  She curled up and watched silently as I locked the 
cage with a sliding lock that she could easily open in an emergency.  The 
lock is purely symbolic and isn't meant to keep someone from getting out of 
the cage.

	An hour later I unloaded her at the ranch.  I unlocked the cage, snapped a 
leash onto her collar, and led her out.  I let her climb down like a human 
would and then I put her on her hands and knees.  "You'll remain on your 
hands and knees at all times.  If you stand erect you'll be punished 
severely.  In addtion, you're not allowed to speak unless it's an emergency, 
a life-or-death situation.  Nod if you understand."

	She glanced up and nodded.  "Good.  You'll have to learn to make your needs 
known just like a real dog does."

	And so her training began.  Right from the start she was one of the best 
I'd ever trained.  Maybe *the* best.  I cut her hair and shaved her pubic 
mound.  Her tight little ass was nicely rounded, with a deep cleavage 
between her buttocks.  Her anus and vulva were nicely displayed and very 
accessible.

	She took punishment well, sobbing prettily when she was whipped for making 
a mistake.  Afterward, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she lick my 
hand and whine until I fondled her and told her she was a good little bitch.

	She loved sex.  She didn't balk when I instructed her to lick me.  I taught 
her how to please me with her tongue and she learned quickly.  I fucked her 
with strap-ons and she took the biggest one I had and pushed herself back 
against it to emphasize her need.  The hardest thing for her to learn was 
how to pee and defecate while on her hands and knees.  She learned to go to 
the door and scratch on it when she had to go.  I had to bathe her 
frequently in the beginning but she soon got the hang of it.  I always 
carried a plastic bag and a wad of toilet tissue so I could wipe her after 
she defecated.

	She cried when I greased her pretty little anus but she didn't resist.  In 
time, she came to enjoy taking it in the ass.  I asked her if Byran planned 
on having her front teeth removed and replaced with bridges.  She shrugged 
and shook her head.  In answer to her inquiring look I explained that some 
owners had it done so they could fuck their pets in the face.  Her 
expression made it clear that she didn't care for the idea.  Nor did she 
seem to care for the other things some owners did - having their pets spayed 
and/or having their vocal cords snipped.  It was expensive and required a 
trip out of the country but some owners insisted on it.

	I put a pair of pads on her to protect her pretty knees since I didn't know 
if she'd be a full-time bitch or just part-time.  Before taking her outside 
I'd rub her down with SPF40 suntan lotion.  She wiggle with pleasure as I 
applied it and often, as a reward for being good, I'd masturbate her to 
orgasm.

	She learned quickly and she was ready in six weeks. She was trained to go 
from human to bitch on a hand signal.  I knew one owner who delighted in 
shocking party guests by giving his wife/bitch the signal in the middle of 
the party.  He liked watching their reaction as she stripped and dropped to 
her hands and knees.

	On the last day I let her revert to human mode but I kept her nude because 
I enjoyed looking at her body.  She sat on my lap and I fondled her pretty 
tits while I called the number her fiance had left.  It had been 
disconnected.  She got off my lap and stood next to me while I called the 
operator.  I fondled her buttocks absentmindedly while the operator 
explained that the number hadn't been assigned to anyone in almost a year.

	I glanced up at Megan and asked her if she knew why he'd give me a phony 
number.  She shook her head.  "Go and get dressed.  I'll drive you to 
Phoenix."  She disappeared through the door and returned a few minutes later 
wearing the same clothes she'd arrived in.

	I was surprised to see her holding a collar, a leash, and the leather strap 
I used to punish her.  She smiled and swung the strap, catching me across 
the face.  I held my arms up as she swung the strap again and again.  She 
whipped me hard, driving me into a corner where I cowered, sobbing.  "I 
broke off with Bryan the day I met you.  Coming down her was my own idea 
because I wanted the training.  Now I want to be the trainer.  And you're 
going to be my first effort."  She raised the strap and brought in down 
across my face.  "You can stop me at anytime by removing your clothes, 
bitch."

	Within two minutes I was nude, collared, and leashed.  My training was 
extremely harsh.  I was whipped mercilessly for the slightest mistake.  She 
cut my hair very short and shaved me.  But then she took me into Phoenix to 
have my pubic hair removed permanently with a laser.  It took two months and 
cost a lot of money but she didn't care.  Her bitch was paying.

	I cried when she greased my anus and fucked me with a huge punishment 
dildo.  When I screamed she smiled and said, "We'll have to do something 
about that."

	A week later we flew to ... well, never mind where.  She took me to a 
clinic where my tubes were tied and my vocal cords cut.  Having my tubes 
tied was a precaution, in case she decided to sell me or have me fucked for 
her own amusement.

	On the flight back, I was wearing a skimpy little tank top, a short denim 
skirt (16") and sandals.  We flew first class.  When the flight attendant, a 
pretty redhead, asked me what I wanted to drink I looked at Megan.  "My 
bitch can't talk.  She'll have orange juice."

	The redhead was fascinated by my collar and my obvious subservience.  She 
was also fascintate by my long, sleek legs.  She crouched next to my seat 
while she talked to Megan, but she couldn't keep her eyes from straying to 
my legs.  While they talked, Megan stroked my thigh, pushing my skirt up, 
showing off my bare pussy.  The redhead smile and said, "May I?"

	Megan nodded and the redhead put her hand on my leg.  She stroked my thigh 
while she asked Megan what'd she'd meant when she said I was her bitch.  I 
whimpered when the redhead's fingers touched my vulva.  I threw Megan a 
pleading look but she just smiled and said, "Behave, bitch."  I closed my 
eyes and let the redhead play with me while they talked.

	Before we left the plane the redhead had an invitation to come to the ranch 
to 'play' with me.  I curled up in the cage and slept during the ride in 
from the airport.  We stayed in Phoenix for two days while my attorney drew 
up the papers that gave Megan legal control of me and all of my possessions. 
  I signed everything and Megan became my legal 'owner'.  She also became my 
heir.  My attorney was a little wary until I wrote out a note explaining 
that I'd lost my voice due to an accident and Megan was going to live with 
me and be my voice.

		When we got back to the ranch I began my life as an animal, a bitch, a 
sexual toy.  I live in a dog house behind the barn and I'm only allowed in 
the house when she wants to use me sexually.  The dog house is enclosed by a 
seven-foot chain link fence with barbed wire at the top.  I'm fed once a 
day, dog food laced with vitamins, and a continuous drip-feed keeps my water 
bowl full.  I have a blanket to curl up in when the nights are cold and I 
can go into the barn when the sun is high.  I use one corner of the pen to 
relieve myself and Megan cleans it every day.  She's good to me and treats 
me fairly well.  She only whips me when I've done something wrong.

	The redhead, Ellie, arrived a few days ago.  She was stunned when Megan 
brought her to see me in my run.  Ellie was wearing jeans, a black silk 
T-shirt, and cowboy boots.  Her long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail 
and she looked beautiful.  I wiggled my butt and licked her hand when she 
crouched to pet me.

	She glanced up in surprise when Megan said, "Katie needs a playmate.  Why 
don't you take off your clothes and join her."

	Ellie stood up and said, "No way!   No fuckin' way."  She turned and walked 
away.  Megan followed and I saw them stop at the corner of the barn.  Megan 
put her hand on the back of Ellie's neck and rubbed gently while she talked. 
  Ellie stood there, shaking her head while Megan talked.  They disappeared 
around the corner and I thought I'd seen the last of Ellie.

	A few minutes later they came back.  Ellie stood outside the pen and stared 
at me in silence for several minutes.  Megan stood nearby, watching 
silently.  Finally, with tears running down her cheeks, Ellie removed her 
clothes and dropped to her hands and knees.  Megan collared her and opened 
the pen.

	As soon as Ellie was inside, with the gate locked behind her, I bowled her 
over with my shoulder and established dominance by biting her high on the 
tender skin of her inner thigh.  After that she lay quietly while I explored 
her with my tongue.  She wasn't shaved yet but I didn't mind.  Her cunt was 
wet and delicious.

	Ellie's training was nowhere near as harsh as mine had been.  But Megan did 
a good job and I had to admit to myself that she's a much better trainer 
than I ever was.  She took me with her when she took Ellie to be fixed.  
Now, we're Megan's bitches.  She shows us off to potential clients.  Ellie 
and I share a new, larger dog house.  And we're content.  I know that sooner 
or later Megan will sell me.  It scares me a little but I try not to think 
about it.  I can't do anything about it because, after all, I'm just a 
pretty bitch.

The End





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