Accidentally Kinky
Chapter 7
Sarah could feel goosebumps prickling her skin as she crawled behind her mistress and through the crowd. She thought she might be starting to disassociate again, thanks to powerfully conflicting feelings battling for dominance. The more rational part of her mind, which she desperately wanted to believe was the ‘real’ her, was cringing with abject humiliation at her state. It was bad enough that she had stripped herself and wandered about the convention naked, but to be led around on a leash and dressed as a fetish pet girl was the most degrading experience she’d ever been through.
At the same time, however, it was the most thrilling sexual adventure of her entire life, better even than her wildest fantasies. Surrendering herself to domination by Madam Jeanette had been heady and wonderful, but now that she had yielded her identity, in some respects her very humanity, she felt almost as if she were a true bitch in heat. She half-expected to see steam rising up around her wagging butt-plug tail when she glanced over her shoulder in response to someone’s whistle.
Sarah started paying more attention to the crowd, and realized that she wasn’t the center of attention, despite getting a lot of admiring looks. Nearly everyone noticed her, and Madam Jeanette attracted a fair amount of interest herself, but after smiling (or sometimes sneering) for a few moments, most people returned their attention to the various displays and demonstrations. The knowledge slightly eased Sarah’s sense of shame.
Before long, however, the duo reached their destination, and Sarah cringed to see a large banner proclaiming that they were entering the ‘Pet Store’ section of the convention. Sure enough, once past the curtains that partially blocked the view of casual passers-by, it became quite obvious that puppies and other pets were well-represented.
Madam Jeanette moved off to the side a little and smiled down at her pet as Sarah sat up on her haunches and stared, open-mouthed, at the vista. There were perhaps a hundred individuals in the curtained-off alcove, and probably a third of those were pets. Most were also on leashes, but their garb ranged from basically nude, like her, to completely covered in shiny materials, which she assumed were made of rubber or latex. The majority of the pets were women, but she could see at least half a dozen that were quite obviously male. Some, especially those fully encased, she wasn’t sure about.
“Would Sarah-pup like to meet some of the other pets?” Madam Jeanette asked in a syrupy voice, patting her submissive on the head. Sarah nodded, then abruptly realized she’d let her tongue loll out of her open mouth again, causing her to drool on her tits once more. Annoyed and embarrassed at herself, she clamped her jaws tightly and crawled behind her mistress’s feet.
As they wended their way through the displays, it became apparent that the area was subdivided for different types of pets. The side they were on appeared to be devoted to ‘household’ pets, principally puppies and kittens, although Sarah saw one girl sporting rabbit ears and fuzzy panties. The other side of the hall was dedicated to ‘barnyard’ pets, and seemed to be dominated by ponies, but a couple of women were wearing cow-print bikinis with cut-outs for their large nipples.
Sarah suddenly found herself almost swarmed by a crowd of other crawling pets, most of whom seemed to believe they were exempt from the ‘no contact’ rules. For all she knew, perhaps that was the case, as she hadn’t carefully read all of the various provisos. It made her a little uncomfortable, but her instincts took over, and she found herself licking and sniffing the other pets, even though her face burned as she did so.
Sarah was aware of Madam Jeanette chit-chatting with the other owners while the pets got acquainted in their own ways. For the most part, the other puppies went back to their games after the introduction, chasing balls or playing tug-of-war with a towel. One of the male puppies seemed particularly eager to get to know her better, however, and Sarah was mortified to find herself staring at his erection.
The puppy boy was dressed more or less the same as Sarah, insofar as he was collared and wearing paw-mittens on his hands. He also had some kind of open harness arrangement that partially covered his torso, hips, and crotch. His boner was allowed to protrude from an opening in the garment, however, and it was covered in a bright, red condom-like sheathe. The way the dangling tip swayed made Sarah think that it had trapped a fairly substantial amount of precum, or perhaps he’d even ejaculated into it. She swallowed in a suddenly dry throat when the puppy boy pushed his rubber-clad erection against her foot, but didn’t pull away.
Seeming encouraged, he stuck his face right up against Sarah’s ass and started sniffling loudly, even giving her a lick or two. The puppy girl yelped, but found her body pushing itself into the contact, much to her chagrin. The puppy boy accepted the invitation immediately and began licking up her copious juices, growling playfully and wagging his own tail with abandon.
“Looks like your bitch needs a stud,” said the woman holding the puppy boy’s leash, laughing mirthfully.
Madam Jeanette was looking down at her pet with an expression of amusement and consternation. “Goodness, Sarah-pup! You’re insatiable!”
“Ruff! Ruff! Awoo!” said Sarah, looking at her mistress through half-lidded eyes as she twitched her hips. It still felt demeaning to be reduced to barking, but in some ways, she thought it might be sparing her the humiliation of begging to be fucked with actual words.
Madam Jeanette seemed to get the picture anyway, and told the other woman, “If you want to let your puppy get his rocks off with my little tramp, I suppose that’s okay.”
“You heard the lady, Scruffy,” said the woman holding his leash. “Go ahead and mount the bitch.”
The puppy boy, presumably called Scruffy, barked in a surprisingly deep voice and scrambled to crawl onto Sarah’s back. She braced herself, spreading her legs and paws more widely, and panted eagerly as the young man stabbed frantically with his member, seeking her opening. With a little careful maneuvering, Sarah helped him line things up, and whimpered with delight when he slid into her depths.
Sarah’s tongue dangled out of her mouth again, dripping drool onto the carpet, but she no longer cared. Her rational mind was howling with disbelief even as her body occasionally howled with satisfaction at being fucked. She felt a couple of the other puppy girls licking her face in the midst of the action and blindly returned the favor, albeit haphazardly.
Sarah was silently thankful for the kneepads and gloves, which provided her with adequate protection from the rough, industrial carpeting. She kept trying to lean closer to the ground, burdened by the weight of the man fucking her, but couldn’t bear the scratchy feeling on her sensitive nipples for more than a few strokes.
After her first orgasm, however, Sarah couldn’t keep herself propped up, and collapsed onto her chest. She turned her head to the side and felt drool run out onto the stiff fibers of the carpet, even as she hazily watched the crowd that had gathered to witness her debasement. She whined and winced, and her mistress took pity on her.
Madam Jeanette sat cross-legged on the ground and scooted until her pet’s head and upper body were in her lap. Sarah whimpered gratefully and nuzzled her mistress in the belly while they waited for the puppy boy to finish. She had a second orgasm just about the time Scruffy started howling to announce his own. She couldn’t imagine a more humiliating scenario than being fucked like a dog and cumming twice, all in front of an audience, but counted it a small favor that at least she wouldn’t have to flush herself clean now that the encounter was over.
“You’re really something else,” Madam Jeanette said softly as she stroked Sarah’s hair. “I keep overestimating you, and then underestimating you. You’re quite the mystery, pet!”
Sarah whined and weakly licked her mistress’s fingers, feeling quite worn out. She mostly ignored the compliments and questions Madam Jeanette got about her, dozing in a half-aware state until she was finally prodded to get back to her hands and knees.
“Come along, Sarah-pup, it’s time for something to eat!” Madam Jeanette said, tugging on the leash. Wearily, Sarah crawled behind her mistress once more as she led the way back to the lounge area. “Let me just take those gloves off so you can eat,” said her mistress once they arrived.
“Ruff!” Sarah barked in disagreement, crouching to protect her gloves. She couldn’t understand why she was refusing to be released, but no longer had the mental fortitude to resist her instincts much. Madam Jeanette also looked non-plussed, but eventually she shrugged and placed a plate of food and bowl of water on the ground, smirking as Sarah ate and drank like a dog.