The next days were tough for Jessica's human dalmatian. She responded to Trixie, now. Raya already seemed to be a distant memory, although it would take time before she was completely dissolved from Trixie's mind. But her latest bell training certainly pushed her in the right direction. She obeyed Jessica's every command during her training and most of the time, she managed to earn her food and plug breaks, by begging as submissively as she could. The cockroaches stayed inside their box, but Jessica kept it inside her dog's kennel, as a simple reminder to her, that it could open at any moment.
The bell training continued and was sometimes extended to day-time hours, depending on Jessica's mood. She had now up the ante by installing a motion sensitive camera into her dog house. Because she was too bored of administering all these shocks every day from the remote, she spend the extra time and money to connect the microphone and the camera to her shock collar wirelessly. The slightest movement or sound recorded would automatichally send a strong wave of pain to Trixie's collar. Jessica would turn the young girl into the most stoic of creatures.
It was impossible to hold still for so many hours, in the same crawling position, with her legs totally straight. Raya's entire body burned horribly, she couldn't even move her tongue, the bell hanging from it was now the worst tool of torture she could imagine. All this meant that she was getting very little time to rest her eyes. Opportuninties to sleep were rare and only between training breaks she could drift off, just for a little while, before Jessica's voice would send her off to a new task.
Jessica had purchased a small treadmill to help her with shaping her figure. It would get her to perform better during her walkies and help her lose any fat she had. It had various settings and was really practical for Jessica, who could now just chain her pet on the machine's low bar and with a press of a button make her work out for hours. She'd either set a standar program with alternating speeds or just set a minimum speed limit. The machine had its own shocking mechanisms that could be placed like stickers in any part and shock if the limit was not observed. Jessica loved putting the zappers on Raya's tender pussy lips and watch her run on her cute little treadmill, that didn't leave any room for her to slow down, anyway. One time she was especially mean and placed them over her eyes. The puppy-girl moaned in dispair, but what her mistress wanted was the rule and she was beginning to understand that.
CHAPTER 3: ACCEPTING A NEW LIFE
Six months had passed since the day Raya met that tall charismatic woman in the night-club. She had a lot of friends then, and a family that she always considered a pain in the ass, but at the end of the day they were there for her. She missed them, all of them. Now, this woman was all she had. Day and night, every hour and every second that passed, her life was determined by this woman's whims.
But the initial hatred she had for her was starting to subside. How long could someone stay angry at a person or a situation, after all? she depended on Jessica for her life now, and that was a fact, whether she liked it or not. Her bell training had been reduced to once or twice a week, which was something she was very grateful for. Jessica was probably right. The start was the worst.
But her thoughts worried Raya from time to time, when the night fell and she was chained inside her kennel. "Does this means i'm ok with this? Am i just going to live the rest of my life as someone's dog?" She tried to push back these thoughts, because they only caused her sorrow.
Her days continued and a routine was slowly, but clearly being established. She'd wake up (if there was no bell training) when the sun would rise. She would curl up inside her kennel for two or three hours until Jessica would wake up and let her outside. Sometimes, if she was in a really good mood, she would let Trixie free to roam around the back yard.
Others, she wasn't that nice. Raya would never forget a day when Jessica had found a fire-ant nest in the garden. She brought her pet over it, filled with glee, and said to her. "Look, Trixie! I found some friends for you to play with." and then pointed her finger, signalling the STAY stance. Trixie moaned pitifully, and received a shock for her indiscipline. She eventually lowered her naked crotch onto the hole were the vicious ants came from. Jessica watched her sob silently as dozends of bites tortured her pussy. "Good girl!" she cooed her and petted her head after 10 hellish minutes.
At noon, Trixie would bring her a bowl of dog food, and one with water. She had learned to swallow the solid food much faster now, even though her ring gag kept her from chewing it properly. It caused her great discomfort in the beginning, trying not to choke on it. After her meal it was exercise time. Four to six hours on the treadmill, in conjuction with the bell training, had turned Raya's body to almost perfect condition. Her legs were nicely toned and her waist was slim. Her tummy was flat and her ass had become very firm, without a hint of cellulite.
After her runs she was usually chained again outside, until her afternoon walk. Jessica found it easier and cleaner for her garden to let Trixie do her business during their walks. It was great to see how unaffected she had become from shitting and pissing in front of her mistress, at last. Not a sign of shame was in her eyes, she was only focused on relieving herself during the small time frame she was given.
Finally, at night, if Jessica was tired, or not in the mood for any games with her dog, she'd put her inside her kennel for the night. It was a simple routine, but a pet's life is simple by itself. Jessica was of the belief that her puppy-girl was only there to make her life a little happier and less dull. "That's what pets are for", she'd always say.
One day, instead of sending her to her kennel, Jessica came out with a dog shampoo and a towel. "That is weird", thought Raya. She only cleaned her every four of five weeks, and even then she was only using the garden hose. Dogs don't need to be cleaned that often, and even when she was soaking in her own filth, Jessica didn't care. That's what dogs do. But now, she cleaned her thoroughly with the soap and dryed her carefully. She didn't say anything during this, which made Raya even more nervous. Only after she was done, she kneeled down to look closer at her and said. "I'm gonna let you inside the house, now. This is your reward for being a good bitch lately." Raya was pleased that she was at least getting something for her troubles.
Jessica opened the french door and let Trixie inside. It was so warm, the girl had forgotten what room temperature felt like. The room was huge and it looked very festive, decorated with various abstract paintings on the walls and a long wooden table in the middle of the dining room. Far on the other side, where the living room was, she saw a beautiful fireplace, the fire producing a calming, almost lulling feeling.
Raya was snapped back into attention by Jessica's words. "I want you to be at your best behavior, because i'm going to have some guests over for dinner." Raya stared at Jessica's eyes, surprised. She was not expecting to hear that! "If i'm not satisfied with you, you'll go back to your kennel, with your bells and the cockroaches for company. And i know you wouldn't want that to happen, right?" Trixie ringed the bell attached to her clit ring very clearly, contemplating on what the evening might hold for her. Jessica had toyed with her, by "letting" her stay inside. But the warning was clear. She didn't want that box opened, at any rate.
Jessica then attached two bells on Trixie's nipple rings, saying "this will notify me if you're being restless", in a teasing, cutsy manner. She then took a collar from the table next to her and brought it in front of her pet. "And this is your formal collar, it's only for special occasions, such as this one!" she explained and put it around Raya's black and white neck. It was not the nylon fabric and steel buckle that her pink collar was made from. It was black leather, with a silver buckle and a small, silver, coin-shapped label with the word "Trixie" beautifully engraved on it. Jessica took pride in everything that she owned, and that meant that her dog had to look appropriately, too. She pointed her finger down and Trixie assumed the "stay" position immediatelly. Jessica left her standing there, as she went to get dressed for the evening.
Raya was getting increasinly nervous. She didn't want to be seen like this by any other people, as if one wasn't cruel enough. When the guests finally arrived, her heart was pounding like a drum. Jessica greeted everyone at the door with a kiss on the cheek, all very rich men and women, with modern fashioned clothes. She herself looked stunning in a silk dress that matched her hair, with beautiful figures all over it. "Where is the doggy?" she heard one of the voices among the crowded chatter, followed by chuckles. "She's over here, come, take a look!" She heard her owner's distinct voice.
It was a nightmare. All eyes were on her, about fifteen people looking down at her naked form, and she could do nothing about it. Standing on the position she was ordered, trying not to instictively cover herself and displease her mistress. A young woman, in her twenties, started petting her head, she was certainly younger than her, Raya thought. Another man pulled one of her nipple rings, and she let out a soft squeal. She tried to control herself, when she saw at the corner of her eye that her mistress noticed her slip.
After about twenty minutes that seemed like an eternity, Jessica's guests gathered around the table to dine. Jessica prefered her doggy to stay still during their dinner, but her friends wanted to see her crawl and move around the house, so she let her be. They were having fun, and she always wanted to be a good hostess. Raya wanted to find the deepest darkest hole and hide from this humiliating ordeal. She sat curled up in the corner, while Jessica and her guests were eating and chatting in good spirits.
An hour passed and most of them had forgotten about Trixie. An old man, possibly in his sixties, took a french fry from his plate and politely asked Jessica: "Can i give this to her?" pointing at the puppy-girl. "Sure" she smiled and turned to look at Trixie. She wasn't hungry, and didn't want to go near them again, but she felt that she'd regret it deeply, if she didn't approach him. Jessica's eyes were now fixed on her, as were everyone's else's, but for a different reason. Raya crawled slowly next to the man's chair. He had a warm smile behind a thick, white moustache. She arched her back and lowered her torso, always looking at him. She begun wagging her tail, left and right, and left and right. "She has to earn her food, that's why i trained her to beg like this everytime", Jessica bragged a bit. The old man lowered his hand down Trixie's snout, and she took the fry in her mouth from his wrinkly fingers.
She gobbled it after a few moments. The man petted her head, pleased. "Me too! Me too!" said another woman enthusiastically. She was about the same age as Jessica, and sitting right beside her. They seemed like best friends. She deeped her index finger in a tiny bowl with some kind of sauce, and pointed towards Trixie. "Come here girl!" she urged her. She was having a blast. After begging, again, Trixie reached her long tongue and licked the sauce from the woman's finger. "Come on, all of it, i want my finger sparkling!" she laughed.
After dinner, they moved to the living room, where the fireplace was. Jessica ordered Trixie to come near her and she obeyed without hesitation. She sat beside her in the same position as earlier, while she sat on the couch, chatting with two other people. No one paid much attention to her now. How long can someone play with a dog before they get bored, after all? Trixie was tired. She would have been asleep hours ago, if she was on her kennel. She tried to stay concentrated on staying awake and immobile. Then, the doorbell rang. "I don't believe it, they came after all." said Jessica and went to open the door. In the hall walked a man with two teenage girls, not older than fourteen years old. "So glad you made it!", Jessica greeted them, happily. She loved her two nieces, like very few things in the world.
"Come, let me show you something!", she said after a few words with her brother, and grabbed each girl by their hands. Their eyes glowed with glee when they saw Trixie. "Can we pet it, aunt Jessy?" they asked with one voice. "Of course, you can do whatever you want!" she smiled. The girls examined Trixie from her tail, to her stump legs, to her snout. They especially liked her milky white skin with their pretty black spots. "Watch!" said Jessica and snapped her fingers, ordering the girl to take the "display" stance. The girls were thrilled with Trixie's obedience. Raya was forced to present her genitals to everyone and the ringing of her clit bell was the icing on the cake. The two girls petted her all over her body.
Trixie thought the worst was over, but she hated this more than anything. For the next hour, she had 4 hands touching her and caressing her constantly, the girls just wouldn't leave her alone. She wanted to scream, whine, anything to show them how awful she felt, maybe they would understand that she was human, that what was happening wasn't supposed to be normal. They were young and pure, they would understand, right?
But she didn't do anything. The fear of what would happen to her if she angered her mistress, had her deadly silent. The girls begged their dad to let them stay for the weekend, and to Raya's dissapointment, he agreed.
Eventually, all the guests left and the girls went to bed, after being promised to play again with Trixie tomorrow by their aunt. She layed on the couch, in front of the fireplace, tired, but happy after a fun night. "You had some slips today, Trixie" she scolded her pet. Raya's heart sunk, her eyes looking deeply worried. After all this, she would STILL be getting punished? "Buuuut you did ok, i guess, so no punishment today." Trixie was relieved. She felt so grateful, so thankful, she did something she would never thought she could do. She reached her owner's hand, which stuck out a bit from the couch, and begun licking it. Jessica watched her puppy-girl express her gratitude, a bit surprised, with a big smile on her face. She licked and licked and only stopped when Jessica removed her hand from her sight. "I'm too tired to take you home, so you'll stay here tonight. But i don't want to see you an inch away from where you are standing now, when i wake up, understand?"
A single jingle was the only sound heard in the big house, and moments later they both drifted to sleep, Jessica on the couch and her pet curled up right next to her.