“Arf! Arf!” the drop dead gorgeous blonde barked at me as I entered my back yard.
I smiled and quickly closed the gate behind me as she wiggled her ass and nuzzled up against my leg.
I bent down and gave her head a pat, “Hey there girl, are you happy to see me?”
She let out a little whimper and then pushed herself up a little so she could nuzzle her face into my crotch.
“Hey there girl, slow down, slow down!” I said and pushed her back down and then chuckled.
I took a step to the side and started walking to my back yard, Candice making a quick turn around as well and following close behind.
I had to admit, I was getting a little concerned that she’d never break, but I shouldn’t have doubted it.
Candice had moved in next door over the winter and two things had become obvious. First she was an entitled bitch, and the second she was a stripper.
The entitled bitch part was evident even on the first day, she’d demanded I help her move her furniture around as if I was just hired help. Over the following months she demanded help with her plumping, with redecorating, with borrowing tools and equipment.
It was clear she was used to getting her way simply by batting her lashes at the closest man and telling him what she wanted.
Which, to be honest, wasn’t all that unreasonable. She had a stacked body that she showed off liberally, and a face that looked like it came straight down from heaven.
The stripper part took a little longer, but not all that much longer. Late nights, weird hours, two cars, one a beater, the other a high end SUV, they all pointed to the one and only conclusion.
I probably could have lived with both of those things, I knew how to say no, and stripper or nun, it made no difference to me.
What I couldn’t stand for though, was when in the spring, she started “dropping by” to use my pool without permission.
I’d told her several times to not do it, that it was an insurance thing, but she just brushed me off and kept doing it.
So, I’d taken steps to address it.
The first thing I did was put in an underwater subsonic speaker. She couldn’t hear the matra’s that it was constantly broadcasting to her subconscious each time she went for a dip in the pool.
The second, which cost a lot more due to the volume required, was to mix in to the pool chemicals a few additional things. An aphrodisiac, a relaxant, a mild hallucinogen, a slightly addictive nerve stimulator, and a few other things that made for a very effective cocktail of drugs to open her up the the mantras.
I’d monitored her visits carefully, and mapped out the ever increasing time she spent in my pool, so I knew the chemical cocktail was working, but she seemed to be completely immune to the mantras.
As I turned the corner of my house, Candice right behind me, I walked over to the sliding door and opened it, “Come on girl, inside… inside.” I said and waved Candice into the living room.
She moved quickly through the door and right over to the couch, hopping up on to it and turned around plopping her ass down while pushing her tits out.
I walked over after closing the door and stroked the side of her head before reaching down and pulling her bikini to the sides to expose her erect nipples. I smiled and took hold of them, giving them a twist and then a pull.
She let out a whimper and tossed her head back, closing her eyes and then sticking her tongue out and panting.
I released her one nipple and reached up and placed my thumb on her extended tongue, only for her to quickly suck it in to her mouth.
After a few moments I released her nipple and pulled my thumb out of her mouth to her disappointment.
“Not so entitled now, eh girl? But still a bitch.”
“Arf!” she barked.
“Alright girl, stay!” I commanded and she froze in place.
I walked out of the living room, down the hallway to my bedroom, and grabbed what I had set on my dresser a few weeks ago.
As I walked back into the living room, her eyes locked on to what I had in my hand and her ass wiggled in excitement.
I smiled as I arrive in front of her and held up the collar for her to see, it was black with letters spelled out in rhinestones, “BITCH”.
She extended out her neck and eagerly let me put it on her, and her whole body shivered as I tightened it around her neck. I then took hold of the leash and pulled it taught.
“Alright girl, come.” I said and pulled the leash forward, she quickly got down off the couch and let me lead her around the room for several laps.
I directed her to the end of the coffee table and then issued another command, “Up!”
She quickly got up on to the coffee table and positioned herself perfectly on it.
I walked around to the front and then used the leash to pull her head down to the table, leaving her ass in the air, then I reached under the table and wrapped the leash around the hook I’d installed a while ago so that she couldn’t raise her head.
I stood up and then undid my belt, let my pants drop to the floor, before taking off my underwear. Candice’s eyes locked on to my dick as soon as it came into view and she let out another bark as she wiggled her ass.
I chuckled and walked around behind her, rubbed her ass a bit, before I pulled down her bikini bottoms around her knees. I slipped my fingers between her legs to find her pussy dripping wet.
“Excited girl?”
“Arf! Arf! Arrrrooooo!”
I gave her ass a little slap, then grabbed her hips, and plunged right in.
Candice felt the cool water of the pool and she let out a little whimper as one of her hands reached between her legs to rub her pussy while the other went to one of her nipples.
Her bikini was still in the living room, long discarded after Mark had finished fucking her on the coffee table.
A shiver ran through her at the memory of his dick deep in her pussy, the sound of her barking filling the room, and her massive orgasm cresting when he dumped a load inside of her.
Somewhere deep down she knew he’d done something to her, she’d been top bitch for as long as he could remember, never bottom bitch.
But all she could think of these days was being Marks perfect pet bitch.
The alarm on her phone went off and she let out a whimper before stopping her masturbation session. She let out a sigh and forced herself out of the pool, made a quick trip back to the living room to retrieve her bikini, before heading back to her place to get ready for work.
She tossed the bikini on her bed before heading to her bathroom, she stopped instantly on entering it, her eyes going wide as her fingers reached up and touched the collar that was still on her neck.
“Arf!” she cried out as goosebumps formed all over her body.
She looked over at the shower, then back to her reflection in the mirror, then back to the shower… could she take it off? Could she force herself to?
She let out a whimper and reached out with her other hand, both quivering, as she worked at the buckle.
An hour later as she left the house, she let the collar on the table by the front door so she could put it back on as soon as she arrived home.
