* Skippy’s Master *
by cowgirl
(With thanks to Musker for many
helpful changes and comments)
A woman feels embarrassed and angry she can’t control
a large dog she’s supposed to be looking after.
(F/dog, humil, F/F?, con.)
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I didn’t regret agreeing to house sit my friend house. I mean, it was a
beautiful old farm house sheltered by lots of lazy oaks, and a forth an acker
back yard, just outside the city limits. Very peaceful and quiet, just what I
was looking for.
I just didn’t know it came with a dog.
As I stared at the thing, he looked more like a fucking moose that a dog to me.
” But….I know nothing about dogs.” Cathrine was some animal expert friend of
Beth’s who was showing me around the place.
” Milly, it’s no sweat.” She said.
“Actually it’s mildred, but go on please…” I smiled plasticly.
” Okay, Just fill his dry food each morning and give him caned food and fresh
water each evening. ” As she spoke, I felt guilty for taking in Cathrinen’s
athletic body and percing hazel eyes, but I did my best to pretended to be
listening.
” He might jump out of his little yard, into the houses’ main yard, but DON’T
let him! He’ll dig up flowers, poop all over, and might escape if the front
house gate is open, so order him back into his yard if he jumps out. ” Cathrine
continued. ” Here’s how to you’ve got to be with him: Speak firmly, look at him
with a stern face like I am with you and order him back! Tell him! ORDER HIM! ”
I smiled more at her than statement like a moron, before I snaped out of it and
realised she required a response.
” Say it Milly, now, loud and clear. Say “Skippy back” Say it Milly, now! ”
” uh….skippy back. “I stammered, feeling a littlr silly she was taking it so
far. Cathrine studied me without any sign of approval on her face for a second,
making me feel stupid for a sec.
“It’s okay…I’ll work on it, I promise.” I shruged weakly.
Cathrine reached for my hand and grabed my arm, panicing me for a second as I
flash that I was about to be punished as if by a teacher or something, but the
she just held my wrist as she reached into her pocket with the other hand.
Cathrine took out a large black magic marker and started to write something onme. I tried to hide my warming cheeks over my miss reading things, and felt a
little guilty over what the firm touch of my grip was doing to me.
” Here, you call me when you things fall apart. Just remember, don’t negotiate.
Dogs want a leader, not a follower! ” she said as she finished scribbeling
across my arm. I felt a little silly gawking at her phone number on my arm in
large black letters made me blush over “being branded”. Cathrine clearly wasn’t
coming on to me, she was scolding me, and while I was a little miffed by her
drill sargent tone, I was more than a little arousedby it too.
I wondered if Beth told her I was BI ? Didn’t matter, I wasn’t seriously
interested, and she wasn’t offering. I just relaxed and waved her goodbye as she
drove off, leaving me with godzilla.
I turned stuck out my tongue in mock anger to the big stupid looking mutt, and
disapeared into the house.
However, things went smoothly, and Buch was no problem. He didn’t even bark
much, except just before I feed him. Each afternoon, I discovered the flip side
of peacfulness. Bordom. I soon found myself watching Skippy alone in his yard,
as I ate my lunch staring out the window at him. His rythems were much like
mine.
Get up, look around, pee, eat, stare, snooze, look around some more, pee, eat,
go to bed. While it was embarrassing that my vacation was this pathtic, I felt a
begrudging kinship with this big lonely dumb animal, both of us restless in our
safe little havens.
The only sucky part is how Skippy was * all over * me during his morning
feeds, and he’s so damned big, that I nearly fall over! It’s a mad race to dive
for his food and scamble some into his bowel just to get him off of me! But then
I’m back in the house watching him out the window, back to normal. One morning
I noticed something different.
” Oh, Skippy has a stiffy.” I giggeled to myself like an Idiot.
I wasn’t shocked, just mildy curious. I’d never seen a dog’s * thing * before,
at least not all red and poking out like that. It sure stood out like a sore
thumb. Wow. Pretty stupid looking really.
As the days slowly passed I’d always check and see. Sometimes Skippy was “on”,
and sometimes not. It became a little game, . Would he or wouldn’t he? This was
one of the few suspenceful parts of my days, I laughed to myself. I smirked that
there was something wrong with me, studying it for hours on end.
Luckily Skippy never got all red or frisky when he was rushing me for breakfast!
That would be a bit much. I didn’t notice tried to “hug” my leg, well, my upper
waist since he’s so damned big! But as soon as I threw that food in, he forgot
all about that “huging”
nonsence. I the time I was disgusted when I figured out why he was trying to get
a rythem, but later I after I calmed down and watched him safely from inside, I
felt sory for him.
Sort of.
I did wonder if he ever got to…well…releave his tensions? Did dogs masterbate?
Or just release in their sleep ? Ever ? It seemed cruel if they didn’t. I had no
Idea. I felt rather randy myself, so adjurned to the sofa and relieved my own tensions! < grin >
Just as I was reaching my peak – damn! The phone. I guess neither Skippy or his
me will be getting any relief for the moment, I smirked as I picked it up, and
it’s was a wrong number too! I pouted as I knew I’d never recapture the mood,
and I sulked back out and found myself staring at Skippy’s member in a
frusterated daze.
Next morning I panicked. Skippy had escaped! He’d jumped his yard and, sure
enough, was running around! I’d left the front gate open, so the first thing was
to close that, so he didn’t get out into the street! Luckily Bucth hadn’t
noticed! I didn’t find too much damage to the flowers, but rushed to get him
back into his yard.
Skippy was so damned big and heavy, he just Ignored my tries to push or pull
him back inside. By the end I was sweating, puffing, and exhausted, my clothes a
mess with dog oders. I’m not the biggest girl in the world! I was really
starting to panic, and didn’t want to call Cathrine and admit I needed * help *
putting Skippy away! It was embarrassing enough for me to realise it! I fell to
the ground in near tears.
I was tsurprised when Skippy came up and licked my salty face. I realised he was
juts a big dumb dog, not truly out to make my life a living hell.. Skippy
started rubbing up against me, but in a playful way. He steped around and over
until I had to laugh at his desire to get me to scratch him. I was a little un
nerved when the brute sniffed me alot especially around her pelvic area and
crotch, But I realised it was all the same to him as he next playfully grabbed
my arm and pants leg gentely with his teeth. I couldn’t figure out if
her was frishy or not, and was this a kind of..well..almost a playful
kind of foreplay, if you will. Not that I wanted that.
Then I got my answer. I frowned at him, only to then feel him “hugging” me once
again in a down right lude way! I was really pissed off and somewhat hurt inside
that he only wanted to make it about that, as I sat there in a embarrassed daze,
letting him “hug” me for a couple of seconds angry at how pathtic I must look.
I exploded and threw a garden hose at him which drove him off me, while I pouted
there in a humiliated heap in the drive way! After I my crying lag stomped, I
finally was able to talking baby talk and hand feed him little bits of dry food,
and luring him back by pretending to offer my upper body to him as a “ride”,
(the only thing he seemed intrested enough to pursue me for) Just as he’d get
going I’d take a few steps backwords….. a few feet, closer , closer still….
BANG – It worked!!! ” HA! ” I yelled.
” and you can forget what I was planning for YOU buster! ” I gloated angrily at
Skippy as he stupidly stared at me. I wasn’t seriously thinking of bringing him
off eariler, I was just pissed and looking for something to hurt him with.
I’d swaer he looked pissed when he figured out I wasn’t intending on playing
“huggie wuggie” in hus yard all afternoon, But I didn’t care! I enjoyed my
little victory! Score on for humans. Stupid dogs zip! I only prayed he’d be fool
enough to fall for it if he got out again.
It took me a couple of days to forgive Skippy and start trusting him again. But
after a few days of him staying in his Yard, I relaxed.
I felt somewhat guilty when Skippy now tried to * hug * me, because I t
reminded me of our spat, and me luring him back with empty promisses I knew I’d
never deliver. It seemed cruel to lead him on. If only he had a female doggie or
could masterbate. I resolved not to linger any longer than it took to feed him.
Just ONE MINUTE of * hugging * my upper body per morning, since he was so
lonely. I even timed him, so I wouldn’t get his hopes up.
That afternoon as I watched Skippy saoking up the rays, I too found myself
enjoying the sunshine dappeling across my the window, and allowed myself the
indulgence of pleasing myself * there * instead of the sofa. It had nothing to
do with Skippy ‘s mood, which mirrored my own, judging my his bright red member,
peeking playfully at me.
Afterwords I felt guilty, sighing contentedly out the window, and seeing Skippy
standing all stiff and pent up in his yard like that. He may be just a dumb
clod, but he’s still has feelings. Maybe *this * is why he jumped his fence, I
wondered.
I decided to phone Cathrine, and looked her up on my arm. But it was still
barely visiable, having faded a bit. Remembering Cathrine’s tone, and her
assumption that calling was proof I’d screwed up, made me strangely tingel a
bit, even touching the faded numbers on her arm gave me a weird sensuous feeling
inside her, and even lower down than that.
” …uh…..Cathrine? ”
” Milly? Your really shouldn’t begin a conversation with “uh” . It makes you
sound unsure. Is Skippy alright ? ”
” Yeah, …uh…it’s Mildred, not Milly. Nobody’s called me Milly since high school.
…uh…Damn, there I go again! Sorry. But, yeah! Everything’s dandy. I just had a
question about dogs in general. ”
” Okay – shoot. ”
” Do dogs ever, well…..”
” Yes ? ”
I mean, you know when Dogs sometimes do this thing, where they “hugs” your leg
over and over, like a rocking motion. You know what I mean ?”
” Yup. What about it…? ” she asked. I blushed, trying to fuge a bit.
” Well…”
” Milly, if Skippy is * hugging * your leg, your not being firm enough with
him. If your afraid of disciplining him, just come out and admit it. ” she said
bluntly.
” No….Jesus, I doesn’t do nothing like that. He just gets roudy, that’s all. He
hasn’t tried to…. mean. …uh….he’s been quite good, really. ” I said, biting my
lip.
” Milly don’t lie. He’s a dog. They hump legs. It’s no biggie. There’s no shame
in admiting it. It’s a simple question: Are you having problems getting Skippy
to respect your authority, or not? ” she impatiently snaped.
” I’m sorry. I’ve offened you. I shouldn’t have called.” I said, feeling like a
child before her. Her use of my term ” hug” was dripping with sarcasam, but I
didn’t know what it was called.
” There’s nothing to feel sorry about. You clearly have a problem, or you
wouldn’t have called. Part of your problem is being direct. You send signals
that confuse Skippy if he’s allowed to * hug * your leg. Milly, please tell me
honesty. Are you allowing Skippy to * hug * your leg? ” Cathrine demanded. I
was thrown by the bizarre question.
” Uh…nope. ” I said wincing inside.
” Okay, I don’t have time for this. I have to go, but just remember. Your the
Master. Say that over and over to yourself. Milly’s the master. Milly’s the
master. You don’t have to * fight * for authority, he’s friggin’ dog! You
already have the advantage. So PLEASE discourage * hugging* so he knows your
serious! You must establish authority in both your minds, right away, or it’s
all over! ” Cathrine scolded, then curtly hung up on me.
I was almost in tears when I hung up. I seemed to be bearing out Cathrine’s
worst fears for me, and felt myself slipping back to my childhood self. Weak.
Helpless. Incompitant. Stupid.
The next morning I dreded facing Skippy and the whole * hugging * debate. I
honestly believed I’d found a solution to A) getting Skippy back into his yard,
and B) making his life easier since he didn’t have any lady dog in his life. I
was sure Cathrine could feel my lying through my teeth on the phone. Her kind
always could spot bullshit, faster than my kind could shovel it.
I looked at Skippy , and considered asking the neibor to feed him. I even ran
calling cathrine back up – but couldn’t stand the humiliation, not after that
last call. There was no way in HELL I’d let any Dog problems get back to beth.
God knows how she’s paint me alreadyas! I finally gritted my teeth and decided
to make a run for it, like the old days. A mad rush to fight him off, since he
already knows No doesn’t mean N o, with a weakling like me!
But Skippy didn’t * hug * me. He just stayed by his dog house. I was worried
that he may be sick, when I walked over and saw he had his back paw jamed
between two boards of the dog house. I felt sad, poor guy stuck back here all
morning like this! I eventually worked his paw free, and he looked okay. No
broken skin even. I stood there stunned….
I’d saved him.
Here I was, bulding up walls of fear and casting this poor dumb helpless animal
as a sexual monster, and here was this helpless puppy who needed my help. I
caught at the my reflection in the sliding glass window next to Skippy ‘s yard,
and the cynical girl who stared back.
I felt so….small.
Skippy came up and started licking my face. I couldn’t help it. I huged him,
breaking down a little. It felt good. His doggie orders were strong though, but
I didn’t care. I didn’t even care when he walked over my feet, the big clutz.
He wasn’t such a bad dog. He was a perfect gentelman all day. I felt we’d broken
to a new level of trust. I wished Cathrine were here to see it. I always felt
that her nazi approch was barbaric and counter productve. I brushed him and even
gave him a bath. I even let Skippy * hug * my upper body, although my now it
was just easier to bend over on all fours, to a whole twenty minutes, instead of
his usual one minute in the morning, because I was so moved! I’d never seen this
gental side of him, and after he realised his hugging wouldn’t get him past my
jeans, he gave up, and we soon found the ourselves laying in the sun together,
like two lost souls floating away.
I turned over and was brought back to earth.
Skippy ‘s had a stiffy again. I had never been this close though. I looked at
him, but he seemed uncaring. It’s like two different departments for him. Body
and loins. I found myself staring at his red thing. It was cruved and quite
long.
I fought the srangest desire to touch it. no one was around. I remembered
Cathrine’s warning about signals, but wern’t Skippy ‘s kind ways after I saved
him proof we were beyond him confusing me for his lady dog? I’d just saved him,
washed him, and feed him too!
I reached under Skippy and lightly touched his prick. It felt wet. I flinched a
little, but remembered how good this must feel to him. I wanted him to have some
relief. I started towork my hand up and down Skippy ‘s considerable shaft now,
staring lovingly at his panting face. I was braced that he might come, so I had
him turned away from me, as my pumping incresed. Skippy then rolled over
though, and was now an all fours. I thought about abondening the whole thing
since I didn’t want to lay down anymore and get his stuff on me! But instead I
got up sitting on my knees and resumed my pumping his doggie cock.
I cooed baby talk to Skippy , hoping I could increase his pleasure, and let my
other hand start drifting down inside my pants as I worked and worked Skippy ‘s
doggie prick till my arm got tired from the funny angle. I was starting to get
off on the depravity of what I had sunken too as the end of Skippy’s prick was
starting to form a strange looking knot, which I couldn’t resist fondeling. I
was getting so close to having an orgasm as my hand came in contact with
Skippy’s knot. But before Icould bring either of us off,
I heard footsteps.
I knew who it was as I hunched over and let go of both my own crotch and
Skippy’s penis, trying to pretend I was just – I don’t know what!
Catherin said nothing as I couldn’t even bring myself to look up, feeling like a
piece total freak. I knew she * knew * what was going on by the visable little
wet stain through my jeans at the crotch area. I was mortified that I’d
actually soaked myself that much!
Cathrine didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. She walked up as I jumped to my
feet, my face flushed and burning like hell. She opened the fence to Skippy ‘s
yard so I could come out. When Skippy tried to follow me out, Cathrine spoke in
a firm yet calm voice.
” Skippy….STAY. ” And in he stayed.
Catherin then order me out of the fence.
“Milly…. Out!” And out I went, as Cathrine closed Skippy’s gate.
Cathrine silently took out her black magic marker and wrote something on my
shirt, up near the neck which I couldn’t read from looking down.
I asked “what’s this? ” pointing to my chest, like an Idiot.
” It’s who you are. Go look in the Mirror after I’ve left and maybe you’ll
remember too. ” Instead of her drill sargetnt tone, Cathrine instead spoke at me
with compassion, like to slow witted little girl. ” It’s not just about you now.
Your going to lose everything, but what about Skippy “. she said as I burned
brightly.
“He wants a master who will be able to lead him, not play with his spunk. ”
Cathrine said without even batting an eye.
” But…I…uh…..wasn’t really…..” I stamered.
” No, of course you weren’t. and you weren’t letting Skippy play huggie wuggie
with your leg either were you? ” she asked in a mock sincere, mock sarciastic
tone. I blinked confused and aroused my her way of talking down to me,
drippingly affectionae and sarcastic all at once.
” Okay, let’s make this simple. Who’s the doggie ? ” she asked as if in pre
school.
” …erm…Skippy . ” I said frowning at how stupid I was being made to feel. ” And
who’s the owner of the Doggie? ” Cathrine asked all bright and cheery.
” Mildred. ” I said in a flat tone.
” Who ? ” Cathrine asked.
” uh…er…I guess…uh……Milly ? ” I said my face burning.
” No, you’ve got to be sure Milly. No “guesses”. Don’t just pariot my words.
If your not sure inside yourself, your just asking for more rump humps, aren’t
you?” Cathrine smiled.
” rump…..what? ….Excuse me? ” I said stuppified.
” You heard me. It’s not a hug, and your not with your boyfriend. He’s a dumb
animal, and if you wont stop him, you may as well be too. ” Cathrine coldly said
gauging her words on me. I was too stunned to speak at her coarse pornographic
words!
” Oh, just go off and read your shirt and repeat what you are 200 hunderd times,
okay? It’s okay, I wrote it backwords, so you don’t have to * think *. Can you
be a good girl and do that for me? I really need you to promise you will. ”
Catherine said as her hard exterior seemed to melt as she smiled at me like a
dumb child who it’s useless to explaining things too.
Catherine touched me tenderly along her cheek, and brush my hair back and then
pat her on her head before she turned and walked away, leaving me in tears and a
fruterated haze of self disgusted anger.
After Cathrine drove off, I read my shirt. All it said was:
* Skippy ‘s Master. *
I sighed, knowing the words we’re really true. My mother tried the same thing
when I was a teen, thinking that positive affermations of some such balooney
made people believe stuff that they never would. I thought about weither
Cathrine wanted me to leave the stupid shirt which was not totally ruined ON,
then was so pissed I’d even considered it, I angrily washed the marker off with
a scrub brush!!!
Over thenext few days I failed to re-establish my connection with Skippy . And
soon he was back to his old tricks.
I knew deep inside Cathrine was right, and Skippy would
never respect me, after our afternoon in the sun, let
alone letting my one minute morning huggies degenerate
into twenty mintues of mounting with me on all fours. I
mean, what else would a dog think, right ? I was
confusing Skippy into thinking I wanted to be his lady
dog. And that was clearly not true. I mean, come on….
Skippy just wanted to hump. Mindlessly mount me like
a stupid female puppy dog…or….. Whatever you wanna
call it. I felt the romance being stripped away, and was left
with naked uncaring male lust, only in dog form. I would be
lying if I didn’t say Skippy ‘s stupidity and animal
coursness hadn’t arosed me somewhere deep inside, but
that didn’t give Skippy the right to make me his….
well…..
You know.
Not really.
He’s even started growling when I resisted, so I just
gave up and let him do me as long as he wants now. I
get up a little eariler, schudeuling a couple of hours of dry
humping in the morning, three after lunch, and five or six after
dinner.
That’s not too bad, right ? It’s not like my
whole life is revolving around him, and he doesn’t
enter me! Not compeatly. I can feel his long red thing sliding between my legs
from behind me, but I know better than to remove my jeans around my head strong
Skippy. I even get time to masterbate, when Skippy is through with me. Although
I get pretty worked up with
our usual dry humping sessions too, asi finger myself
quite a lot during thoughs…
Then one morning as I was on all fours with Skippy
humping me from benhind as usual, I heard those
framilar footsteps through my lustful moans. I blushed
up and saw Cathrine staring down at me, her face cold
and blank.
Cathrine they forcefully yanked down my jeans and my
undies to my ankels. I couldn’t believe she was
actually DOING this, but I just passivly let her. It didn’t take
Skippy long to sink his long red prick into my moist
warming pussy crack, as tears of shame spilled on
Cathrine’s shiney shoes.
She then took out her lipstick and scribbeled
something across my forhead. I felt such lust I was
unable to meet her gaze. Then without another word
Cathrine marched back to her car and drove
away, leaving me sliding back and forth on my friends
doggie’s long wet prick.
I turned and caught our
reflection in the sliding glass door and saw the
bizzare Image of Skippy humping his lady doggie from
behind as he fucked her humiliated sopping little puppy
pussy. I whispered my new name over and over, proudly trembeling, knowing I’d
never wipe Cathrine’s words off my forhead, having finally accepted who I really
was…
* Skippy ‘s Bitch *
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