It was 8 AM and a brand new day was about to begin. But Madame Rouso was already up and about a few hours before. She no longer needed as much sleep as she once did. And by watching the sun rise each and every morning, she found her spirit energized by that grand spectacle of nature. Enough at least to start her day with a positive direction. And just recently, she began taking brisk morning walks around her estate and garden. Some fresh cool air on a bright shinny morning made her feel young again. So when Madame sat behind her desk and clicked on her computer with her favorite cup of herbal tea in hand, she was ready for whatever life was about to throw at her.
When she looked at E-mail messages she seen the one from her dear friend Sandra still waiting for her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mind played back those moments she had with her friend just before she departed from Madame's Halloween party. She remembered how intent her friend was in reaping vengeance on that poor Oriental girl and her very unlucky Hispanic girlfriend. She warned her friend not to go too far and do something that she would be sorry for later. But warnings can go unheeded when in the thrones of passionate revenge.
So whatever did happen, it was too late for her to lament over. All parties concerned where adults and responsible for their own actions. If her friend stepped over the line, then she would pay dearly for that moment of sublime self-gratification.
Madame clicked her mouse and called up Ms. Waneright's E-mail. She sat back in her chair and waited for it to appear.
A dazzling color photo filled her entire screen. Madame's eyes went wide in surprise and a small smile crossed her face at how full, rich and festive the contents of that picture was. And taking center stage was her dear friend Sandra. She was sitting behind a table loaded to practically overflowing with a vast assortment of food. It literally looked like a cornucopia had exploded and it's wealth of food, flowers and other items of prosperity heaped upon it. Her friend was sporting an infectious big smile with her arms spread wide as if inviting her to come and celebrate her good fortune and that time of year. At the bottom of the picture was the words "Happy Thanksgiving, wish you were here" written with a joyous flair. Madame could not help but smile and chuckle to herself as she continued to look at that cheerful image.
Then she spotted them. One on each side, standing, and a little behind her friend. The two girls were still alive, or so it seemed. Madame could not be sure because she could not define anything that identified them as those two particular girls in question, let alone who was Su-Lee and who was Maria. For what she saw were two French maids each holding up a tray of food. They were both dressed identical from head to toe in shinny black latex. And the similarities were uncanny. Same outfits, same height, same weight and the same very good shapely figures too, even though Madame knew that the Oriental girl was once noticeably smaller in the waist and breast area than her friend.
Madame took a closer look as she began to use a software magnifying element that was controlled by her mouse. She ran the image enhancer all over each girl in an attempt to uncover any clue. Both girls wore the same standard French maid's uniform. It's tight shinny bodice was edged in white frilly ruffles. It's short black skirt lifted straight out by the many pretty white petticoats underneath. And it's associated accessories of white apron, maid's cap and ruffled wide choker finished the most becoming image. But under all that, each girl wore a complete black rubber catsuit with attached gloves and hood. A very form fitting hood to which holes were made for their eyes, mouth and nostrils. Madame tried hard to tell who was who, but it was hopeless. Her friend did too good of a job in obliterating each girl's identity. But at least they seem to be enjoying themselves as their wide red smiles attested too. Then Madame realized something. She placed the magnifier over one, and then over the other girl's smile. They were fake! Both girls had the exact same smile. And when Madame looked even closer she could tell that both girls look far to long in the jaw area to be normal. A sign that corresponded with them having their mouths packed full of something. Then something else caught her eye. It was with the girl on the right, near her left wrist. Madame smiled again as she could see the faint outline of a wrist cuff and something glistening like a chain attached to it. The tray hid most of it, but her eagle eye was still sharp enough to see that the girls were still under the control of her dear creative friend.
Then Madame had a revelation. EYES! She could tell one girl from the other by her eyes. A race difference that made the eyes of Su-Lee different from Maria. Again her inspector Holmes, state of the art, high tech, magnifying glass was hard at work. But her hopes were soon dashed. For their hood openings covered up far more than it revealed. Thus making that particular investigated lead a dead end. But one thing Madame did discover, while looking at each girl's eyes, was how extremely wide opened they were with just a hint of a glossiness to them. This little observation supported her previous claim that the girls were both gagged. For she had seen this look many times on women who had been outrageously gagged. Their mouths had been packed so utterly and completely full that it gave them this wide eyed glassy stare as if they were afraid of doing something that might trigger their gag reflex.
"Oh she is good," Madame whispered out loud as she sat back in her leather chair and sipped her fragrant tea. Sandra knew that Madame would be on the look out for any transgression against her commands to not permanently harm the girls. And this was Sandra's subtle way of informing Madame, and toying with her, that she was riding the edge with them, and her too. Madame knew the girls were all right. Well, not completely, but they were certainly not pushed over the edge either, else Sandra would never have gagged them so harshly. No point in making a girl suffer when she had been mentally and physically broken, forever. Her friend definitely knew something about psychology and the alternative lifestyle of D/s. And with two nefarious young women like these to play with, Sandra was pulling out all the stops.
Then Madame noticed more pictures attached to her E-mail. She also noticed that she no longer had any hesitation in wanting to view those pictures either. In fact, she was eagerly looking forward to seeing them. To see what part of hell those two party crashers were going through by her imaginative and gifted lady friend.
The file names for each picture were a bit long, as if... 'Ahhhh', Madame said to herself when she discovered the method to her friend's madness. Sandra was playing a game with her. She used the 255 character limit to name a file as a means of a short synopsis of what each picture meant. Madame squirmed in her chair with eager anticipation ready to play her dear friend's little game.
Each file name was preceded by a number indicating a chronological order to them. No doubt relating to the sequence of events that happened to the girls starting from the beginning. Madame clicked on the first one with the name "Establishing a working relationship with my new staff and I am feeling MUCH better now".
Quickly two pictures appeared on her screen. The first was Su-Lee on the left, and the second was Maria on the right. Both girls were hanging in mid air by padded wrists cuffs with their toes barely touching the floor. They were nude and their bodies covered with nasty looking red marks. Their heads hung down in front as if they had both passed out from exhaustion, or possibly pain. Then the pictures began to rotate, Su-Lee in one direction and Maria in the other. Sandra was giving Madame a front and center look at how she reeked her revenge on the one who did her wrong. And at the same time showing Madame her method in getting both girls to understand who was the boss from now on.
Madame looked long and hard at both hanging pieces of meat. She could tell from the marks on their bodies that more than one type of implement was use on them. As each girl continued to twirl Madame noticed that virtually no part of their bodies was left unscathed. Arms, legs, stomach, back, breasts and even their pussies showed where Sandra had sought her pleasure and instilled her sadistic discipline. She also noticed two other things too. The rear ends of the girls received the worst of it, as did Su-Lee. But as bad as it was, nothing looked permanent.
The next file was called "Bed and breakfast for my loyal and dedicated working staff." This time only one picture popped up. It showed a heavy metal cage the size of a side by side washer and dryer set and in front of it were two dog bowel labeled "TWIT" and "TWAT". Both girls where locked inside. Su-Lee was curled up into a ball while Maria sat on her haunches next to her and appeared to be stroking her friends head. Madame could see that Maria's red marks had only a faint residue left to them, while Su- Lee's was still more visible. It was obvious what Sandra was conveying with this picture. From now on, both young women would be sleeping together in that confining metal cage and will be taking their meals like well trained pet doggies. Madame also knew that her friend had renamed them. But her friend wasn't ready yet to tell Madame yet who was who.
The third file was called "The twins enlist in Mistress Waneright's school for wayward girls and begin to learn a very important trade." Madame paused for a moment wondering what her friend could possible mean by the word "twins"? How could Su-Lee and Maria ever be remotely considered as twins, given their completely different biological and cultural backgrounds? Then a look of surprised crossed her face as she rushed to see if her assumption was true.
A group of four pictures came up in each corner of her screen. As Madame quickly scanned them she smiled. For her assumption was indeed correct.
The first image showed both girls completely nude and standing shoulder to shoulder. Their posture was straight, their expression vacant with a bit of trepidation in their eyes, and their arms down to their sides. Madame noted with a sigh that the hand of one was holding the hand of the other in mutual support of whatever was about to happen to them. She could see that both girls were looking fairly well, physically. The red marks were all gone and she could see for the first time how truly beautiful those two young women were. Their soft feminine complexion made them look so angelic. Their womanly curves gave them that hot sexy appeal. And their long flowing black hair, as their public hairs testified to being their natural color, made them all the more attractive even to her own man loving eyes.
The second image showed the girls in exactly the same position, with them still holding one another's hand. However, two things were different. One, their expressions were different. Their eyes were red and puffy as if they were crying and their lips seemed to be in a sad distressful pout. The second thing was that all their body hair was gone. The hair on their heads, their pubic hair, even their eyebrows were all shaven clean off leaving nothing but a much lighter shade of skin behind to mark it's absence.
The third of the group of four again showed the girls in their on going standing and hand holding position, except this time they were wearing clothes. Each was wearing a shinny black rubber catsuit with attached hood, gloves and foot pods. An assortment of holes had been cut out of it for their eyes, mouth, nostrils, breasts and pussy. The rubber squeezed and shaped their breasts and pussies so strangely that it made them looked as if someone had glued on a false set right over their black rubber clad bodies. And around their waist was a very constricting rubber corset that molded them into a stereotype hourglass shape. Madame wondered how Maria was coping with this one added accouterment since both girls appeared to have the same size waist now, even though Maria's waist was much thicker than Su-Lee's as seen in the first picture. The last item of their fetish wear was a pair of black high heels. If it wasn't for their highly polished sheen, Madame might have missed that particular type of very high foot wear.
The final image was of the girls as rubber bound maids. A ruffled white cap and an abbreviated white apron were added to symbolically denote their new trade in life. A series of cuffs connected by short chains around their wrists, ankles and above their elbows indicated their forced incarceration and subservient existence from now on. And a thick wide collar around their necks with a big silver ring hanging from it added that delicious "owned" serving wench persona to their overall appeal.
This time Madame made note that the girls were no longer holding hands. Predominating due to their bondage. Their elbow cuffs were brought up closely together behind them, which in turn pulled their shoulders back and pushed their chest and naked breasts out. Their wrist cuffs were connected together in front and it's chain pass through a metal ring in a belt around their waist. Thus their hands were in no position to extend out from their waist to any great degree.
Madame was unconsciously shaking her head in confirmation as to why her friend called them twins. Sandra had successfully hidden their unique, personal and racial identities and enhancer their generic female condition so as to present to the casual observer two simple rubber clad slave girls. Two kinky young women that looked far more alike then not. If she didn't know ahead of time that Su-Lee was the slender of the two, than telling them apart would be very difficult. Then Madame saw a barely visible indentation in each of the girl's collars. She used her software magnifying element to take a closer look.
"Ah Ha," she said out loud with a note of discovery. Now she knew who was who. For on each collar was embossed the names of the girls. Su-Lee was Twit, no doubt in reference to her dumb act of pilfering Sandra's invitation. And Maria had become Twat. Madame had to think about that one for awhile. All she could come up with was some possible slut reference to Maria's overtly sexy Latin look and mannerisms. Either way, that was one nagging riddle she successfully solved.
The next group of files for Madame's viewing pleasure all started off with the same name, "Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work at my boutique Twit and Twat go." But to differentiate one from the others a dash was used with only one word after it, The first one Madame clicked on was called "Clean Up".
This one showed both girls practicing their new trade as domestics at "Ms. Waneright's Boutique for Exotic Tastes", as she called it. Twit and Twat were wearing the same outfits, including bondage, that Madame seen in the previous picture. But now, both girls were gagged too. That same smiling, red lipped, mouth packed to bursting gag she saw in that Thanksgiving picture.
Madame made an interesting discovery from this picture with regards to the girls rubber catsuits. She found that another opening existed, for their rear ends. Again, given the tight constricting nature of the rubber, their butt cheeks were so pushed together and out that they looked like female baboons in heat, minus the crimson color. Although theirs did look a little on the deep pinkish side as if some incentive was used on the girls to do a good cleaning job.
Madame could see that Sandra had her twins busy at work. Twit was doing her best removing the dust from the merchandise, given her short arm range and the fact that a pole was running up from the center of her ankle chain straight into her impaled pussy. It appeared that Twit was both encumbered and stimulated in performing her task at hand. Twat looked very absorbed with her vacuuming. But instead of using her hands to manipulate the device, which were now cuffed behind her back, the handle of the machine was somehow attached to her crotch area. Further inspect allowed Madame to see that the handle was directly connected to the base of a dildoe that was no doubt buried deeply inside Twat's twat. As she moved back and forth to vacuum the boutique's rug her dildoe was doing the same thing inside her. Madame had this fine mental image of two very happy girls, and if they could, whistling while they worked. Which deep down Madame believed was the farthest from the truth.
The next boutique picture was labeled "Display". Two pictures side by side popped up. Twat was very close to the cash register standing with her legs strapped around a pole. A pole with one end mounted firmly to a heavy metal plate resting on the floor and to which Twat was standing on. The other end disappeared up under her little frilly white apron. Her arms where forced behind her in a single glove and flattened against her body by another strap that buckled around her waist. In front of her was a chrome plated stand with a single glass shelf resting on top of it about waist high. On it was a small selection of mini floggers the size of which one might use to swat flies with. A sign was on the end of the long check out counter right next to where Twat was left standing, erect and immobile. Again, Madame had to use her magnifier to see what it said.
She found that Twat was being used as a promotional gimmick. Each patron who bought an item from the boutique was given the chance to use one of the mini floggers to try and whip off one of two clothes pins squeezing down on Twat's nipples. If they were successful, then they would receive a gift certificate to be used towards future purchases. The number of tries a person was given was determined by how much that person spent on their current purchase.
Madame pondered as to how difficult, or painful, the task might be. The floggers were far too small to do any real damage to Twat's breasts, even though it would sting like hell for the poor girl. But they did look large enough to do the trick, after say six, eight or a dozen tries. And considering how red one of Twat's breasts looked already, someone had a real go at it.
At first Madame though the inflated rubber hood over Twat's head was just management's way of drawing customer's attention to her, what with the big yellow smiling face painted on it and all. But again, her friend Sandra always had more than one reason for doing something. And right now Madame could think of three reasons for making Twat blind, deaf and dumb. One was to stifle Twat's groans and screams of agony when she felt the bite of the whip. This way Sandra's customers would not be unduly alarm, all be it some may find them quite arousing, by the girls suffering. Second, seeing a big cartoonish smiling face looking back at you constantly would eliminate any inhibitions or negative feelings you might have when trying to win the prize. As opposed to seeing the sad pleading eyes of another human being in pitiful distress. It just made it all the more dehumanizing and "thing" oriented, not to mention fun for her customers. The third, and probably the most important reason, is that it kept Twat from seeing when she was going to be hit. This way there was no chance for Twat to move out of the way from being whack and thus remained stead fast and an excellent target. Madame had to give her friend a lot of credit though. She sure had a way of mixing business with pleasure.
She then turned her attention to the other picture. Twit was fasten to a larger vertical pole so as to make her completely immobile and yet very accessible. Leather straps at waist, above and below her breasts and forehead held her firmly to the pole. Her arms were behind her and placed in a leather tube, wrist to elbows. They were then drawn up behind her at about a forty five degree angel and held there by more straps attaching them to "T" shaped pipe extension from the original pole. Her entire upper body from waist up was held completely rigid and was no doubt very distressing for her too. Although no one would know it for she still wore her mouth stretching smiling gag.
Madame though there might be something going on with Twit's rear end. She could not be sure because of the angel at which the picture was taken. But Twit's butt cheeks did seem to be noticeably bigger as if something was pushing them apart for some reason. Madame didn't labor on that point as her eyes moved down to where Twit's legs were stretched wide apart. Her legs were spread so wide that Madame though Twit lost at least a foot in height like this. Another pipe extension with straps at it's end was used to keep her legs at this ghastly angel.
There was a small glass counter placed right next to Twit with a sign on it that quickly caught Madame's eye. The sign read "Clamps, try them out before buying." And Madame could see a whole assortment of clamps that were being used on poor Twit's naked breasts and tender pussy. Big clamps, small clamps, ornate designed heavy metal clamps, simple plastic clothes pin type clamps, clamps with chains connecting them, clamps with weights hanging from them and even more clamps remaining there on the counter waiting for some interested evil party to try them out on happy smiling Twit. Twit had become the display unit for all the available clamps that Ms. Waneright sold at her fetish bondage boutique.
Madame looked upon Twit's picture with intense fascination. If there were any small patches of exposed flesh that did not have a clamp squeezing it with incredible skin bulging tightness then she could not find it. The whole lot of them literally covered Twit's breasts and pussy and changed them into a non-discernable and probably most painful mass. It was hard for Madame to figure out who had the worst lot as display units between Twit and Twat.
Madame found her curiosity increasing as she clicked on another dashed file labeled "Lunch". This pictured showed both girls rather viciously strapped to straight back chairs. What made it look so malicious was the tightness and number of leather straps used. The girls legs were strapped together at insteps, ankles, calves, above and below their knees, and twice around their thighs. Their arms were pulled behind the straight back chair and a series of straps used to bind them together as if they were in a single glove. Then more straps were used to fasten each of them to their corresponding chairs until they could not even twitch let alone squirm about. One final narrow strap was place around the fullest part of each girls breast, covering their nipples in the process. This devilishly cruel strip of leather was pulled so tight that it seem to split each of their breasts in two. And for poor Twat, who had the misfortune of being more endowed, her strap completely disappeared into her soft bulging tit flesh.
Their gags were changed, this time for an inflatable bladder type with holes running through the center. These were blown up so huge that both girls looked like Hamsters with food pouches pack to bursting. So bloated were their cheeks that Madame could no longer see the lower part of their eyes any more. To that open hole in their gags a tube was shoved in. This tube ran to an over head bag containing their liquid lunch that drained from it all the way down and into the back of their throats. They had no choice but to swallow whatever it was that dribbled in. Madame could just make out some writing on their feed bags. Again she used the magnifier with anxious curiosity to see what it said.
Over Twat it read "For Weight Loss" and over Twit it said "For Weight Gain". Now it became clear to her, why she found it so hard to tell the two apart in that Thanksgiving picture. Sandra's "twin" concept was being taken to higher level. Not only did she remove their beautiful long raven locks of distinct singularity, and a woman's pride and joy, so in their complete nakedness she reduced them to being nothing more than a couple of common females instead of the exceptional individualistic young women they once were. Not only did she dress them as black rubber figures of generic female shape that made them appear as over the top erotic fetish book ends. Now, her friend was trying to physically reshape them, their body fat and muscle structure, so their pseudo twin identity was less illusional and far more real than anyone could have dreamed possible for such two ethnically different girls. Madame began to wonder, given her friends determination, how far would she go with this? And what of the girls particular personalities, will they be effected too? It was going to be a very surprising Christmas for Madame when she meets Sandra's home made twins again.
The third in the boutique series was called "Seminars". Something inside Madame made her VERY excited and yet hesitant to see what ominous images popped up this time. Again it was a group of pictures. This time it was a group of three pairs. Madame surveyed each of them very carefully. This time Sandra was using Twit and Twat as visual aids and demonstration dummies for teaching interested parties the various areas of the kinky lifestyle.
The first pair was a lesson in rope bondage. Twit was bound in a semi suspension reflecting some elaborate oriental rope work. Her arms were tied behind her back in a wrist to elbow overlap. A dramatic diamond shaped weave of rope held her entire torso in severe constriction with a crotch roped that completely disappeared betwixt her pink pussy lips. She was leaning over, virtually frozen in the middle of a fall, balancing on one high heel shoe. The other leg was tied up high behind her by a rope leading from her ankle to a pulley over head and then back down behind her to be tied off to that same distressing crotch rope. Once more her smiling gag was firmly in place. Madame could just imagine how Su-Lee tried her best to keep from falling over and thus putting more painful pressure on her already aching pussy.
Twat was bound in your standard rope bind. Cinch ropes around her ankles and above and below her knees made her shinny black legs into one. Her arms bound like her legs behind her at wrists and elbows. More ropes forcing her bound arms into her back with coils of rope above and below her thrust out breasts. And she too was sporting a crotch rope that was looped around her wrist bind keeping her hands firmly planted into her naked butt cheeks. Twat was also wearing that same dreadful smiling gag, but hers was now a frown. For she was suspended upside down by her ankles.
The second pair of pictures was a lesson in whipping, and paddling, and flogging, and spanking, and whatever else was available at the time. Both girls were in an erect spread eagle position, except Twit. It was her turn to be the one placed upside down. No only was their already exposed sensitive feminine flesh made red again with the marks of a sadistic dominant's trade, but their rubber catsuits were whipped to shreds as it hung loose from their aching prostrated form. Madame could see that their once contiguous catsuits afford them some protection, for even though their images were dramatic in content it was no where near as bad as the one she seen with them strung up on meat hooks.
The last pair of pictures were obviously a lesson in piercing. This time, both girls were in a standing bound spread eagle position. The picture showed a kind of "before/after" look. Twit was the "before" image with long shiny needles sticking through her nipples, pussy lips and clit hood. The "after" picture was that of Twat, positioned right next to her twin sister. She was showing off her big shinny steel rings that went in the exact same place where the needles were in Twit. A total of eleven rings now graced her female flesh, and soon for Twit too. Madame closed her eyes and ran through her mind how each girl might have been used as first a visual aid for a skilled professional, and then as a victim for a shaking reluctant neophyte who was urge on by her fiendish friend and by a couple of happy, smiling, rubber skinned piercing dummies named Twit and Twat.
There was only one file left to view. It was called "After a long hard day at work it is time for some pleasure or who said lesbians are born and not made". The final picture showed the twins back at home and in their cage for the night. Twit and Twat were still in their corseted rubber catsuits, but now they were in a leather strapped hog-tie laying on their sides. And the head of each girl was smack dab in the middle of the shaven pierced pussy crotch of the other. They had been bound in a sixty nine position with each forced to give the other oral sex.
Madame left this image on her screen as she sat back in her chair and reached for her tea. She took a sip and looked longingly at this picture. Her mind drifted off into another realm where she was now standing right outside that cage watching and listening to them. She could hear the coarse creaking and cracking of their rubber catsuits bound in leather as they tried in vain to free themselves from their dirty, perverted, pseudo lesbian situation. Their groans of desperation repeating with increasing intensity as they tried and failed, and tried again and again and again only to fail with each attempt. Their bodies becoming hot and sweaty as the tight restrictive rubber made their dilemma all the more unbearable.
Then the awareness comes, the smell, the scent of their own sweat slowly mixing with that of the other. A new aroma is faintly discovered. It becomes stronger, and soon overpowering. And then comes that first taste, upon the tip of the tongue. It is now unmistakable. The new scent, the unique taste, again they try for freedom, in earnest, and again they fail, in quiet passivity. Then one of them gives up. She lies still, in solemn darkness and then in acceptance. Her tongue slowly stretches out for more of that engaging nectar. The other is suddenly moved to a burst of energy as she tries again for freedom, for escape, from her bonds and from what she fears is waiting for her if she fails. Her groans of noncompliance and physical exertion quickly grew loud and determined. But just as quickly, they die away, as do her struggles. A final, long, lingering groan of despair is heard and then nothing. It is all over with. A tradition, a biological way of life has ceased to be. A new path lies before them. And soon, both have taken that first step into another world of strange erotic pleasure. The sounds now created are of sexual desire and cravings. The seductive creaking and crackling of their fetish wear is an audible testament to their lusting need to give and receive those tender oral pleasures. And the increasing intensity of their endeavors echo loudly their passionate necessity for fulfillment and satisfaction of the most deprave lesbian kind.
Oh yes, Madame could easily see how it must have been. She took a long deep breath and exhaled with a sigh. Oh how she wished her gentleman friend Professional Renols was here with her now.
She took a much quicker deep breath and then another sip of her tea. She moved in closer to her keyboard and typed in a reply e-mail to her dear friend. She put in the customary greetings and thank you's for the picture files, along with her own sweet sophomoric puns regarding their contents. She then added an inspiring bit of verbiage regarding her present anxiety in wanting to see her again, and her erotic kinky bookends. And then she closed with her usual warm heartfelt prose before sending it off.
All that remained was for one more check up. Mr. Roberts already notified her that the experiment moved into phase three, which was gestation. That meant phase one and two must have been a success. But she decided to call her friend Bill on the phone and hear for herself how the first two parts of the experiment went. That is, right after she finished her delicious herbal tea.
"Yes, this is Madame Rouso, I would like to speak with Mr. Roberts if he is available."
"Yes Madame, I will inform him immediately."
Madame knew the best place to reach her old friend was at his place of business, his home. Ever since his wife died of a massive coronary brought on by too much stress, he decided to live his life the way HE wanted. Gone where the endless boring business meetings that only said one thing "look at me, see how good I am". Gone where the countless reports, the charts, the graphs and other meaningless written dogma that told the reader everything under the sun except what they really wanted to hear. So he sold off the vast majority of his commercial interests and then took on the role of a much deserved retired gentleman. But he never actually retired. With a small staff of very loyal employees who kept the routine matters of life at bay, he was free to do whatever his heart's desire was. Whether it be the occasional guru for some small time ranchers in desperate need of his expertise or as a wildcatting venture capitalist ready to put up the seed money for some very off the wall research. One particular bizarre type was the reason for Madame's current call.
"Yes Madame, how are things with you fine lady?" It was Bill on the phone, and he sounded in very good spirits.
"I am doing just splendidly Bill. I hope your Thanksgiving was a happy one."
"Just fine Madame, all be it an "interesting" one. If you know what I mean." Bill knew the reason for Madame's call. So he took the initiative and informed her of the overall situation in just one word.
"Ohhhh? So then, I take it, everything is proceeding according to plan, or maybe not?"
Bill could hear the cageyness in Madame's voice, not knowing whether to be worried or delighted with his previous answer. He decided to relieve all doubts and make his old friend's mood as happy as his own.
"Better than expected Madame! I just received some good news this very morning from the Doc. He said Muffee' will be having her litter of pups very soon now, probably sometime next week. He also informed me that the ultra sound he performed showed that she's carrying eight healthy pups inside her too."
"That's excellent Bill! I'm so happy for you. And I am glad to hear that the experiment has been a grand success to this point. So fill me on the details, it's my dime you know." Madame could hear Bill laughing at her obvious very out dated slang reference to her paying for the phone call.
"Ahhhh, let me think for a moment. . . . All right Madame, it started as soon as I made it back from your Halloween party. I took Muffee' straight to the Doc's veterinarian hospital, which was only a few miles from where I live. I phone him earlier to be expecting us and they were right there waiting for us when I dove up."
"They Bill, THEY?" Madame was noticeably alarmed at the mention of the plural form of the pronoun indicating an unknown third party was brought into the equation. Bringing in outsiders, especially those that did not understand their "special" ways, always brought with it the possibility of a dangerous uncontrollable situation developing.
"Not to worry Madame. The Doc's assistant is completely trustworthy. Oh heck, she's more like his protege than assistant." Bill's voice was very causal and without concern.
"Oh? So it's a SHE then?" Madame did not trust Bill as much as Bill trusted his doctor friend, or this new unknown female element. She decided to pump her friend for more information just in case.
"Oh yes. Her name is Tai Chow. She's a Vietnamese girl in her twenties I believe. The Doc brought her back home with him many years ago when he was doing some research in that part of the world. She's been with him ever since. And the two get along quite well too, professionally speaking. Other than that, I don't really know. I seriously doubt there's any romantic interest between them. He's more like the uncle/mentor type to her than anything else. But one thing I do know though. Tai is one smart cookie! When it comes to learning and picking up something new, she's like a sponge. The Doc has basically given her card blanche with regards to running his veterinarian business. She even helps him out with medical operations and research too. A regular Jack of all trades she is. Tai has become so important to the Doc that I doubt if he could get along without her anymore. And she has acclimated to her new homeland very well indeed. Even her accent has become Americanize. So don't worry Madame, the two are really a couple of good eggs."
Madame was busy writing down all the information that Bill was giving her.
"And what did you say the name was of your veterinarian doctor friend Bill?"
Madame could hear her friend chuckling over the phone.
"Is there sometime wrong Bill?"
"No, no, no. I was just commenting on your rather SUBTLE way of obtaining information from me that's all. I guess, in our way of life, it DOES pay to be too cautious."
Now it was Madame's turn to chuckle back. "You know me too well Bill, much too well." Although there was an obvious note of levity in her voice, Bill did recognize an underling warning in it.
"Just enough to keep myself out of hot water with you Madame, just enough." His friendly reply had just the right amount of inner meaning to satisfy Madame's concern, about Bill.
A moment of silence passed between the two as they each sprouted relieved smiles. A remembered history of mutually satisfying undertaking between the two had a soothing effect over each other's occasional apprehension in situations like this.
"Come now old friend, tell me more of what happened to our mutual interest, that kinky French poodle Muffee'." An eagerness was evident in Madame voice as her attention turned once more to the reason for her call.
"Well, as I was saying, Doctor Guntter, that's Guntter with two "T"'s Madame." Another moment of silence passed as Bill allowed sufficient time for Madame to write the name down. To which she did, and underlined it twice in the process. "And his assistant were waiting for us at his hospital, which was also attached to his estate. The Doc and I took our time unloading Muffee' from my SUV to the Doc's cart. We thought it would better to leave Muffee' in her animal transporting container when we took her inside. He then wheeled her to a private section of his animal hospital right next to the operating room. Once there, he maneuvered the case up to a special clear plastic box and then nudge her from one to the other."
"It was amazing Madame. You should have heard Tai make the most interesting and surprised sounds when she first saw Muffee'. Even the Doc was quite taken with Muffee', dressed in her pure white French poodle costume. I do believe your niece's talent and hard work was a big hit with those two as well. We all just stood there with astonished smiles on our faces as we stare and commented on how incredibly dog-like that girl appeared. Yes siree, from the tip of her realistic face hugging muzzle right on down to the round tuff of fur at the end of her butt plug tail, she was a first class bitch and just what the doctor ordered for good ol' Duke. But poor Muffee' wasn't at all happy. You could see it in her eyes, the heartfelt embarrassment and humiliation of it all. I do believe the shock collar she wore still made a deep impression on her for she never said or tried to say a single word to us. She simply bowed her head in shame and tried to disappear into the back corner of the box, exactly like a frighten little puppy dog."
"Oh the poor thing. My heart goes out to her. So what happened next?" Madame's sympathy for the poor girl was quickly nullify by her over- whelming desire to know the course of events that followed.
"Well, I though the Doc was going to leave her alone for awhile. Let her acclimate to her new surrounds and all, just like anyone would with a new animal they brought home. But the Doc was all gun hoe, and he wanted to get started right away. I guess time was of the essence for what he had planned. So he told Tai to turn on the gas."
"GAS! What do you mean GAS?" An alarmed Madame practically yelled into the phone.
"Woe there little lady!" A hurting Bill exclaimed while jerking the handset from his aching ear. "Just take it easy Madame. I told you before, the Doc knows what he's doing. He's not going to harm the girl. In fact, that's why he was turning on the gas. It was an anesthetic. And that's why Muffee' was put in that plastic cage to begin with. It's a specially designed cubical that allows the Doc to observe and put a critter to sleep without having to wrestle with it in order to give it a shot to do exactly the same thing. It's far more humane on the animal and much easier for all concerned."
"Oh, I see. So did Muffee' go to sleep without any trouble?"
"Not exactly. I think once she heard the hissing sound of the gas she got a little excited. Thank goodness the cubical wasn't all that big where she could really hurt her self."
"What? Did you say she hurt herself! BILL, DAMN IT, remember what I said about . . ."
"Good heavens Madame! Take it easy! Jumping Jiggers! Your more protective of that girl then an ol' mother hen. All she did was to vigorously claw at the glass with her paw and then tried to use her body to push herself through the plastic door. If she did hurt herself in any way it was from that shock collar YOU put on her. Each time she tried to say something she yelped in pain from getting shocked. Now please Madame do take it easy, ok?"
Bill's honest and compassionate reply did have a soothing effect on Madame's ready to call out the marines condition.
"Ok, I'm sorry for flying off the handle like that. It's just that I care so much about Muffee', I mean the girl. My niece is very fond of her too. She put a lot of time and energy into her creation. So that's why I might be a little over protected with her."
"I understand Madame. But again, Muffee' is really in good hands. Besides, it only lasted a minute or two before Muffee' went down fast asleep. That's when the Doc and Tai began to do their doctor thing."
"Oh my! So what did they do to her?"
"To be perfectly honest Madame, I don't exactly know. They quickly moved her out of the box and into the operating room. They placed her on the metal table and began doing all sorts of doctor stuff, tests I think. They took her blood pressure and temperature, anally. They took a sample of her blood, saliva, feces and urine. The latter they had to get with a catheter up her urethra, to which Tai was very careful and gentle in performing that procedure. Then the Doc used a speculum along with some other medical instruments, which I have no idea what they were, to check out her vagina. I just stood off to the side and let them do what they had to do. And every step of the way Tai was right there doing all she could to help. In a way, she seemed quite taken with Muffee'. As if she was a caring devoted good friend or something."
"OH? How so?"
"Well, all through the examination the Doc seemed more concerned with procedure and in getting good accurate test results than he was with Muffee'. You know what I mean Madame. Some doctors have an excellent bedside manner with their patients while others are just plain sterile. It doesn't make'm bad doctors, just a bit out of touch with the human side of it all. To the Doc, Muffee' was just another bitch dog that needed his professional attention. But Tai was entirely different. Even the Doc noticed Tai's greatly increased concern with not being too rough with the bitch. But than again, as long as I have known her, Tai has always been a passionate animal lover. Anyway, based on Tai's above average attention to Muffee', the Doc thought it would be a good idea to let Tai take sole charge of the bitch while she was here."
"Did you think that was a good idea Bill? I mean Muffee's in great shape, quite the prime physical specimen if you will. And oriental women are not noted for their physical prose."
"Ohhhh I think she can handle Muffee' all right. But you would never think so just from looking at her."
"Now what does that mean Bill?" Madame sounded a bit upset with that last question. She was growing increasingly agitated in having to take an active role in getting every little piece of information from her friend. She began wondering if he wasn't in fact stringing her along like this on purpose.
"Tai is, as you correctly speculated, a rather petite young woman. I doubt if she's even five feet tall. And her build is hardly what one would call athletic. But then, what do you expect from one of those plant eating vegetarian types." Bill tried to hold back a little smirk after that last comment. He knew that Madame was also one of those herbivores, and an on going friendly feud existed between the two relating to this particular eating difference.
"Ah haaaa. Well, you know, "BILL", if you carnivore types would eat less of that greasy fatty meat, then you would be less prone to have that bulging belly problem and be more mentally alert as you enter into your 60's, or is it your 70's?" Now it was Madame's turn to hold back a smirk, as she heard a definite throat clearing on the other side of the phone. She salvaged her pride by getting back at her old friend where it hurt the most, his vanity and mental clarity. Maybe now their conversation would be more free flowing and less like pulling teeth for her.
"Touché my dear lady. Touché."
"So enough of this cat and mouse dialog. Come now, tell me all, for I am far too anxious and curious to hear of your most intriguing experiment with Muffee' to be emotionally toiled with a second more."
"As you wish Madame. Well, as far as Tai is concerned, she is more than a match for Muffee', even given her diminutive size. She performs Tai Chi and some sort of martial arts everyday, and what she lacks in bulk she makes up ten fold in tone and speed. To that, add her knowledge of anatomy, physiology and pressure points in all types of animals. AND, she has a very demanding, no-nonsense and very up front personality. She would make the perfect aggressive CEO if she wanted the job."
"Hmmmm, she sounds like a most exceptional young woman. A good choice indeed to managing Muffee's welfare during these trying times for her."
"Definitely Madame. So, when the examination was over with the Doc gave Muffee' a couple of shots, vitamins and such to keep her in good health. He told me later that after he found out what the test results were, he would be administering some medication to put her body in a receptive state for the embryo transplant. Thus once the Doc was through with her, they put her in another cage in a private room to regain consciousness. The cage was your standard large dog stainless steel enclosure with the heavy gauge wire door over it's entire front. Tai had put a soft padded rug in it ahead of time for Muffee' to lay and sleep on. This same cage was to be Muffee's home away from home while she stayed there. She was to sleep and take her meals in there as well. Twice a day she would be exercised out back in a fairly large fenced in area, with a small area of it earmarked for her to expel her waste at. The whole idea was to make it easier for the Doc and Tai to keep a watchful eye on her."
"It seems liked the Doc had everything planned out to the finest detail. Impressive, and very professional."
"Yea that's the Doc all right. And Tai seems to have adopted his same thoroughness for organization and detail as well. A regular matched set those two."
"Did Muffee' regain conscious all right?"
"I was told she did. Frankly, after she was put in her cage, I took off to handle other matters of importance. And since I knew Muffee' was now in very capable hands, I stayed away for a couple of days too. But I remained in constant contact by way of e-mail. Another suggestion by Tai I might add. Since the Doc required her to keep an extensive medical and behavior journal on her, it was a simple task for her to send me the highlights of each journal entry. And there must have been a lot of them too. For several times a day I received e-mail relating to the on going life of "Muffee', the Surrogate Bitch" as she called them. And that included some problem area's too."
"Problems? What kind of problems?" Again, Madame's alarm light went up, but this time she was much less intense about it. No doubt due to her friends constant reassurance that Muffee' WAS in good hands.
"Tai told me about a problem she had with Muffee' not wanting to eat her scientifically created dog food. It appeared that the mother to be was rebelling a bit. Each time Tai placed a bowl of dog food and water inside the cage, Muffee' would slap them around with her paw until their contents spilled out all over the place. Well, Tai allowed this to happen only once. After the second time she took action. She pulled Muffee' out of her cage and placed her head through a sort of small wooden stock. The stock device allowed the Doc and Tai to keep an animal under control without it biting them or hurting itself, while at the same time allowing them to dispense with whatever needed to be done with the animal. So once her neck was placed between two pieces of securely fastened wood, Tai was free to force feed Muffee' her food."
"Oh my goodness! Poor, poor Muffee'."
"Well, even though Tai loves animals, she sure ain't gonna take no crap from them. But according to Tai, it wasn't that bad. The hardest part was getting that tube started down Muffee's throat. She got the mouth opened easy enough by pressing on some sort of pressure point in the hinged area of Muffee's jaws. But Muffee's tongue kept on getting in the way as if she was using it to block the tube's entry. It was only through genteel persistence on Tai's part that she finally got it over the tongue and then down the rest of the way into her belly. After that it was a simple matter of putting the gelatinous dog food in a large cylinder, that was connected to the stomach tube, and then cap it off with the plunger. She told me how she forced Muffee' to watch every nasty second of how that dark brown, heavy viscous dog food slowly made it's way through the tube and into her stomach. The reason being, that if Muffee' ever again refused to eat what was given to her, then this foul revolting method of feeding her would be forced upon her again and again and again. And it worked! I never heard of another eating problem since. Muffee' ate whatever Tai put in front of her, even those little doggie treats and doggie biscuits to keep her teeth clean."
"I must say Bill, Tai is certainly a resourceful and authoritative woman. You were correct in putting your trust in her. She definitely seems worthy of it."
"Why t'ank ya kindly mam."
Both began chuckling at Bill's little sarcastic rendition of a dumb hick's gratuitous reply.
"So, Muffee' was the perfect obedient bitch after that, right?"
"To a good degree, yes. But Tai did tell me of another little problem she had with her. It seems Muffee' had a preference of doing her duty in the private secluded area of her cage instead of the great outdoors with the rest of the animals. But again, Tai quickly put a stop to that. She threatened to rub Muffee's nose and face in it if she ever did that again. From that point on, Muffee' did her duty just like any well trained house pet, outside. And Tai forced her do it just like a dog too. You know, sniffing the ground first and then piddling in short bursts at various locations instead of all at once. And then making her defecate in one specific area of her pen on all fours in a hunch over position just like a dog. She even had Muffee' scratch the ground a little right after words in a symbolic depiction of burying it."
"Hmmmmm, I don't understand. Why did she go through all that trouble?"
"I asked her the same question in a replied e-mail. Tai said that the Doc and her thought it would be better for the girl if she acted as much like a real dog as possible. Something to do with psychologically reinforcing her dog persona while decreasing her humanity. This way, by making her look AND act like a dog, it might make the matting and whelping stages go all the more easier and less traumatic for her. I don't know. It's all over my head. All I can tell you is, I trust them."
"Hmmm, in a way, I think I can see what their saying. It does make some sense, and it just might help the girl in accepting her fate too."
"Well then, you sure know a lot more than I do Madame. So once Tai had "what went in" and "what came out" in the right doggie fashion, she did the same with the rest of Muffee's existence. Oh! Tai commented favorably on how well you did with Muffee's obedience training. She was amazed at how quickly Muffee' took to being trained to heal, sit, beg, speak, etc. It required very little disciplining on her part with the shock collar to get Muffee' performing like a first class domesticated show pet."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that our short term doggie schooling on this end of the phone did not go for naught. Muffee' has a lot of potential, but she must be correctly motivated to do so."
"Exactly! That's the same thing Tai told me when she started preparing Muffee' for the up and coming mating event. She wanted Muffee' to be in the right frame of mind ahead of time, in part to make it easier on the girl, and for the whole event to proceed without a hitch the first time around. Thus, three and sometimes four times a day she would put Muffee' through a simulation of sorts that would finally lead up to her being mounted and tied with Duke."
"A simulation? What in the world is that Bill?"
"According to Tai, it's a behavioral indoctrination technique that's in keeping with their "look and act like a dog" methodology. I only seen it happen once, and I have to say, it definitely made an impression on me. To start, Tai bound Muffee' to what she called "the mating stand". It's nothing elaborate, just a simple little saw horse structure made from aluminum pipes that is fasten securely to the floor. Muffee' was then maneuvered on top of it, straddling it on all fours, and her forelegs, hind-legs and torso was strapped firmly to it. Not only was Muffee's body completely immobile, but it was forced to remain in the proper position for ease of mating by good ol' Duke later on."
"Interesting, it sounds exactly like what I seen when I was a little girl visiting at my aunt and uncle's farm. They used a similar device for sows when they wanted to breed them artificially."
"Correct Madame! So once Tai had her fixed in position, she used a vibrating dildoe, and a hidden talent that frankly I never knew she had, to bring Muffee' to heat. Ohhh Madame, from what I saw, I am positively sure of one thing. Tai certainly knows her way around another woman. And she is far from being bashful in showing it too. A few times during the implementation of the dirty deed she would look up at me, all smiling with a look that reminded me of the cat that ate the canary. I never seen her like this before! She looked so joyfully evil, so expertly in control and so sexually engulfed in what she was doing all at the same time. It sure gave me the willies I'll tell ya. But the strangest part of it all, was how quickly she had Muffee' in the beginning stages of arousal, simply by touching her! Especially when Muffee' didn't want to be touched in the first place. It was as if Tai knew some dark hidden oriental artform that overrode a person's mental powers of self determination and went straight on through to eliciting their soulless animal cravings of lust."
"My goodness Bill! Tai is quite the gifted young lady. Intelligent, trustworthy, creative and now she has this incredible talent for inflaming the sexual and beastly yearning in another. Please my friend, go on!"
"Right you are Madame. It seemed like Tai had this gentle, tender and compassionate way about her, even more so now. So soothing, so intimate and so erotic! I watched like an excited voyeur in a peep show as she slowly began outlining Muffee's sweet barren pussy lips, ever so lightly, with that humming dildoe. And at the same time she would be slowly stroking Muffee's fur covered body, her head, her back and then massaging her soft subtle breasts over that layer of pure white fur surrounding them. She even took a long lingering moment to sensuously row Muffee's peek-a-boo nipples between her thumb and finger, pulling on them slightly before letting them go to bounce back all hard and erect. Then I heard Tai talking to Muffee', whispering in her big floppy ear. Words full of inspiration, serenity and loving affection. I was in awe of the change in Tai. To see a conservative, always on guard, strong willed woman become so warm, uninhibited and down right sensuous to a mer dog-girl really surprised me, and excited me!"
"Me too Bill! Go on!"
"Of course Muffee' was anything but receptive, in the beginning. I could hear the creaking and crackling of the leather straps as she tried desperately to free herself from the mating stand, and Tai's very intimate caresses. But Tai was persistent in her ever increasing expertise in the art of seduction. And it wasn't long before her bewitching powers started to affect poor bound Muffee' too. I swear upon my father grave Madame, if I didn't see Muffee's strained torso and angry moans of defiance turned into subdued passivity with lingering echo's of divine spiraling pleasure I would never have believed it."
"My word Bill! Your mer telling of this extraordinary event is enough to make ME deliciously arouse. I can only imagine what it did to our precious little pooch. Please, continue!"
Bill was smiling into his handset with a bit of a red face. He was not use to playing the female part in what he could only conclude was a kind of phone sex experience he was having with Madame by telling her the intimate details of Tai's so called "simulation".
"Oh it was such an awesome sight to behold Madame. As Tai slowly increased the intensity of her erotic play, so did the sounds of Muffee's delightful whimpering. Tai literally had Muffee's salacious cravings at the control of her finger tips. And it wasn't long before Tai had that dildoe thrusting in and out of Muffee's dripping pussy like a piston on a locomotive running full out while at the same time her fingers were circling feverishly around her hooded love mound. I could even hear a slight sloshing sound each time that dildoe was pushed deeper and deeper inside of that doggie pussy. Then I noted a slight change in Tai. Her words of comforting affection had now become questions of humiliating depravity. Like, "Does doggie slut want to cum for her Mistress?" or "You really are nothing but a fucking animal, a hot fucking bitch in heat, aren't you doggie slut?" and the coup d'etat "I bet you can't wait for your lover to put his hot throbbing doggie cock into your oozing doggie hole and fuck you long and hard, can't you, you sex starved doggie bitch?" And if Muffee' didn't answer back each question with a yes by barking twice, then Tai would cease to further drive Muffee' on to her much needed orgasm, and began calling her "Bad doggie" and "Bad doggie bitch". I just could not believe the way Tai was mind fucking Muffee' into taking on more and more of that dog persona, a mer bitch for dogs to mate with. It was all so wild, so perverted, so demeaning, and so unbelievably fucking hot to watch! Hell, I even had to rearrange myself in my pants else suffer the pain of my own primitive lusting desires growing within."
All of a sudden Bill could hear the heavy breathing of Madame over the phone. And then a labored soft whispering sound trying to tell him to go on, please, go on!
"Well, I thought it all came to an end when Tai granted Muffee' her awesome orgasm. She was cuming so hard that she was howling and whimpering just like a dog too. No doubt another attribute required by Tai. But it didn't end there. Once Muffee' had come down a peg or two from her orgasmic high, Tai began the whole cycle again. Yes siree, Tai was making Muffee' go through another "simulation", exactly like the first, derogatory questions and all. She must have done this three or four times before finally stopping. And when she did stop, Tai was all over Muffee', hugging her, petting her, kissing her while telling her what a good and beautiful doggie she was. Then she took that slimy cover dildoe and wiped it clean all over Muffee's rear end and muzzle."
Bill let a few seconds of silence intercede wondering if Madame was still on line.
"So . . . so, so why did she do that Bill?" Madame was trying hard to stay on top of the conversation, especially after her little delightful self gratifying interlude.
"The next day I asked her that in e-mail. She said she did it for Duke. She thought by having Muffee's own sexual odor wiped on top of her like that Duke would be more conducive to mating with her. Something to do with pheromones or hormones or something like that."
"Wait a minute Bill. Are you telling me that Muffee went through almost a whole week without bathing?" Madame was now in full control of her senses again as she waited in earnest to hear Bill's response.
"It was more like four days Madame. And you are correct in your assumption. WHOOOO-EEEE did she stink! Frankly, I don't know how Tai could put up with the smell. But it did work just as she said. The day Duke was to be let loose on Muffee' he knew something was up. He could smell her scent perfectly, even though he was in another room on the other side of the hospital. It really felt good though to see my ol' buddy acting like a frisky young pup again. His eyes were bright and clear. His tail was wagging a mile a minute. And his entire body had this build up of energy that he just could not get rid of as he paced back and forth like a caged wild beast."
"It must have been very exciting for him."
"Yes, and for us humans too! We all couldn't wait for the action to begin, and our wait was not long either."
"Did everything go all right?"
"For the most part. Tai had to first get Muffee' into the swing of things as it were. But by this time there wasn't any resistance left in Muffee' to Tai's sexual coaxing. In fact, Muffee' seemed to look forward to it."
"To mating with Duke?" a surprise Madame asked.
"No, no, no, I can't say she was a willing bitch for that to happen. But she was eager to have another orgasm via Tai's talented touch. Except this time Tai deliberately kept it from her. When Muffee' was on the brink of ecstasy, Tai suddenly stopped and let Muffee' slowly tumbled back into penned up frustration. And Muffee' did her damnedest to coax Tai into letting her cum too. She was whimpering and barking like a starving dog for a piece of table scraps. But Tai just kept the cycle going, again and again and again. She had complete control over Muffee's animal sex drive. And soon she had Muffee's pussy dripping so bad that a small puddle began to form on the floor. I believe it was during the fifth or sixth spiraling cycle that the Doc let Duke in."
"Oh my Bill! What did Muffee' do then? Did she try and fight back?"
"Not really. I guess it was the combination of being all so worked up and wanting to cum, plus all that psychological stuff that Tai did to her to make her more receptive to being mated with a dog that when Duke did make an appearance it just wasn't a big deal for her. In fact, she seemed quite complacent with Duke's presents. But on second thought, she did seem preoccupied with getting Tai to let her cum more than anything else. Heck, I remember her barely moving her head out of the way when Duke began licking her around her muzzle and in her mouth."
"HA HA HA, Oh Bill, that is so funny. Muffee', the kinky French poodle, getting her first doggie French kiss. That is so priceless. I'm sorry I wasn't there to see that."
Bill too began to chuckle at Madame's funny remark.
"Well, good ol' Duke was really worked up all right. He kept on sniffing and licking Muffee' while Tai continued to keep her in the thrones of erotic passion. It was kind of funny though. A few minutes later Duke was standing right next to Tai. He seemed almost mesmerized as he intently watched her work that vibrating dildoe in and out of Muffee' dripping pussy. Then, all of a sudden and quite unexpectedly, he took his paw and placed it over Tai's hand as if to say "HEY, when does it get to be my turn?" It was so cute that even Tai couldn't help but smile and giggle at his human like behavior. But that in itself was a good indication that Duke was ready to start. And as soon as Tai pulled that dildoe completely out and away, Duke was jolly on the spot as he began mounting that hot dripping surrogate bitch. For a second, I thought ol' Duke was going to need some help, him being old and all. But that old loveable mutt of mine put everything he had into climbing on top of her, huffing and puffing, and then clamping his forelegs tightly around her."
"Hurray for Duke! You see Bill, just because you're an old dog doesn't mean you can't rise to the occasion when some sexy wanton bitch lays herself open for you."
"Ha Ha Ha! You're definitely right on that account Madame. And good ol' Duke was certainly testament to that. Why it practically took him no time at all before he had his pink unsheathed penis buried deep inside Muffee's beckoning pussy, knot and all."
"And Muffee'?"
"I don't rightfully know. Tai was very busy fingering Muffee's clit, petting her head and whispering something to her while good ol' Duke was busy at the other end pumping every last bit of his sperm inside of her, butt to butt now. And Muffee', well, she was caught in the middle all right. She seemed to be a bit out of it though, like in a drug stupor or in some kind of state of semi-consciousness. Although, I did hear a faint rhythmic whimpering sound coming from her, whatever that meant."
"Could you hear what Tai was saying to her Bill?"
"Just more of the usual. What a good doggie she was. Didn't it feel good to have a doggie cock fucking her like that. And wasn't she a lucky bitch to be making love with her one true love and soul mate, Duke. The same kind of stuff that Tai told her during all those practice sessions, that's all."
"Then what happened?"
"I don't know how long it lasted, maybe twenty or thirty minutes. Then Duke simply pulled himself away, along with his limp cock. He walked a few feet forward and collapsed."
"Oh my! The poor thing. Was he all right?"
"Yea, just completely worn out. I had to pick him up and carry him out to my SUV. I thought he might want to try it again later, but ol' Duke just didn't have it in'm any more."
"Awe, that's so sad. So what happened to Muffee'?"
"Well, when I left, Tai was still fingering Muffee' while the Doc went to doing his doctor thing. When I did finally return I could see that the Doc had that speculum spreading Muffee's labia lips wide open. He was well on his way to collecting as much of Duke's sperm as he could through a small tube inside of Muffee's vagina with the other end of it connected to a large syringe. Tai was going at it too, giving Muffee' one great orgasm after another as reward for a job well done. And all the while Muffee was eagerly barking to Tai's questions; "Muffee' likes being a whoring doggie bitch, doesn't she?" "ARF-ARF", "You love having a big smelly stud dog shooting his doggie seed deep inside of your hot dripping doggie fuck whole, don't you doggie slut?" "ARF-ARF", and "I bet you can't wait to give birth to your new puppy offspring too, don't you my depraved kinky doggie slut?" "ARF-ARF". Oh yes, Muffee' was getting it ten ways to Sunday with those two working on her. But all good things must come to an end. The Doc soon had his much needed sample, and Muffee' was just like good ol' Duke, plum worn out. Tai and I had to carry her back to her cage. And you know what Madame? I had to wash my hands three times just to get that over powering doggie smell off of them afterwards."
"Well, at least the mating part of your experiment worked out fine. Was the Doctor able to get the departed Duchess's eggs fertilized with Duke's sperm after that?"
"Yep, It took him about a day to fertilize twelve eggs. And while he was doing that Tai gave Muffee' one good long much needed bath."
"Kudo's to the doctor! And how did Muffee' turn out after her bath?"
"I'm sorry to say that her poodle costume did not weather the washing very well and had to be discarded."
"I thought as much. Especially after she had to wear it for almost a week and had her pussy juices wiped all over it. So Muffee' is back to being a human female again?"
"No. The Doc and Tai still thought it was a good idea for her to look and act like a dog during the gestation and whelping stage. Again, for psychological reasons with regards to carrying the litter and eventually giving birth to puppies. So the two of them made up another more durable although less intense dog costume for her. A few days back one of their strays died from old age. It was a large mix breath. They had the carcass disposed of, but they had the fur removed and treated. When the Doc had Muffee' unconscious and back on his operating table ready for the next phase of the experiment, embryo insemination, Tai was busy fitting and sewing Muffee' into her new dog skin. The fur was one of those short hair types and of a light tan color. Tai was able to reuse the look alike dog paws from her poodle costume with a little color matching. And with regards to her hind-legs, Tai simply doubled them back up, making sure for adequate circulation, then sewed them into a dog skin sheath, similar to her poodle costume."
"Quite creative. But what of the rest of her, her face, head and tail?"
"There was enough dog skin left over to make a very respectable dog cowl, floppy ears and all. Her entire face was left open though, but not uncovered. Tai used some special long term makeup on her. In short, she made-up Muffee's face to look like that of a dog. The same way they did for those actors and actresses in that Broadway show "CATS". And she reused the butt plug, but attached a standard look-a-like dog tail to it. Over all, I think Tai did a rather impressive job."
"And what of the leather straps and corset?"
"Well, the corset had to go. If the embryo transplant was successful, which it was, then Muffee' would be expanding very dramatically in the abdominal area. So any waist constriction was out of the question. As well as in the breast area for the same reason. Thus Tai sewed in strips of elastic between slits in the dog skin in those two areas. Not only would it allow for Muffee's expansion, but it also would give her some support for her back when he belly and breast began to sag."
"Very ingenious on her part."
"Yes she is. The leather straps really had no purpose other than ascetics and restriction of body movement. And given the already restricting nature of her custom shaped dog skin that Tai sewed her into, it did a good enough job of keeping her on all fours. So the rest of the straps became an obvious mute point."
"Ummm, tell me Bill. How is Muffee' going to feed the eight pups when she only has two teats?"
"Very good question Madame. The Doc did another transplant. He figured with the success of the embryo transplant, why not try another. So he removed the mammary glands from another bitch and surgically transplanted them into the chest area of Muffee', giving her a total of eight milking sacks to nurse her future puppies by."
"HE DID WHAT! Are you people out of your minds? That is the most asinine, totally absurd, not to mention a complete disregard for what ..."
"KIDDING Madame! Just kidding! I was only joking with you. The Doc would never do such a thing. And even if he wanted too "I" would never allow it, in keeping with what you told me before hand."
"BILL! You son of a bitch! Don't you ever do that to me again! I almost had a coronary from what you just told me for cripe sakes." Madame was noticeably shaken and angry from being unexpectedly put on like that.
"Just remember BILL, what goes around comes around. And your much OLDER than me to whether such a hit like that, and survive. Understand?" Madame was on the verge of losing her temper completely. Something that was a very rare occurrence at her current age. The only reason for it must have been her emotional interest in Muffee', or the girl that now filled that dog skin.
"Of course Madame. I do apologize for the lack of poor judgement on my part. All I can say is that I did it because we are such good friends and because of the great mood I am in as a result of the current success rate we've been having. Not to mention the fact, as you so unceremoniously point out to me, that my OLD AGE might have had something to do with it too. But again Madame, I do hope you accept my apology for taking such unexpected liberties with our friendship."
Madame was hard pressed to be furthered angered with her friend. And with a little more time to reflect upon said joke, she too was able to see the humor in it. Especially when a mental pictured formed in her mind. A picture of Muffee' on all fours with eight floor sagging doggie udders under her. And eight squirming hungry balls of fur hanging on with dear life to each one of her eight teats, sucking down their mother's milk for all their worth.
"Very good Bill. Apology accepted, and I forgive your momentary laps into senility. But again, how is the doctor going to feed the pups?"
"The Doc is going to use another lactating bitch to feed them. Muffee' just doesn't have the proper antibodies and unique canine composition in her milk needed to correctly nourish the new litter of pups. Besides, she could never produce enough milk herself to feed so many hungry little fury mouths all at the same time. But her breasts have already increased substantially in size during the gestation period. So much so, that the Doc told Tai to start milking her with a special milking machine. It's similar to what is used to milk cows with. She's placed in that wooden stock again to keep her in place and standing on all fours. Then a sucker nozzle is placed on each of her teats and the machine turned on. It creates a cycling vacuum action. When one teat is being sucked on, the other is released from the vacuum. Then the process is reversed for the other teat and so on. Her milk is being collected about once a day and then stored for later use. Probably to feed the pups after they had been weaned off their surrogate nursing bitch, but the Doc never told me. The Doc did tell me that Muffee' breasts will probably be back to normal about the same time when your party is, give or take a few days."
"I see, that's good to hear. As long she goes back to being her same old self again, physically that is. But what of the shock collar? Is she still wearing that too?"
"Now that was an interesting topic of discussion between the three of us."
"Oh? How so? I would think it would be a necessary item to Muffee's dog persona, just like the dog skin and paws."
"That was the same view of the Doc and I. All that needed to be done was to change the battery once or twice a week and everything would be fine. But Tai wanted it to be removed and a choke chain put in it's place."
"A choke chain! For heaven sakes whatever for?"
"Well, Tai seems to be getting a bit too emotionally involved with Muffee'. She's been spending an awful lot of time with her ever since she got here. Walking her around the complex on a leash, running around with her in her pen, playing tug of war with a rubber chew toy, training her to do cutesy animal tricks and things like that. She's even subjecting Muffee' to cunning psychological episodes to get her to accept her doggie role even more. Like grooming her fur in front of a long mirror where Muffee' could see herself in. To see what a very strange dog-like creature she has become at Tai's hand. While at the same time listening to Tai talk to her in simple short complimentary phrases like any owner would to their favorite animal pet. Telling her what a good obedient doggie she is, how much she loves grooming her, feeding her and playing with her, and how she can hardly wait until her dear loving pet's expanding belly gives birth to a litter of pups. And to top it all off, I do believe that Tai has trained Muffee' to "pleasure" her too, sexually, if you catch my meaning."
"Ohhhhh! Now that sounds cozy. And interesting, since I do believe that Muffee' isn't the least bit bi, let alone a lesbian at heart. But what does that have to do with Tai wanting to put a choke chain on her instead of the shock collar?"
"Well Madame, to put it bluntly. Tai appears to have found her "niche in life" if you will. She had a taste of dominating another woman into becoming a domesticated breeding pet and frankly, she likes it, a LOT! The choke chain is just a further symbolic and functional representation of her dominance over Muffee', or the human female trapped inside that dog skin. There really isn't much difference in the method used to control Muffee' via the shock collar and leash or the choke chain and leash. But there is a difference when the leash is removed. The shock collar still forces the girl to speak like a dog, and if a remote is used, to act like one too. But with only the choke chain there, the girl acts and speaks like a dog because of the lingering psychological effect the dominant has over her. It's very hard to explain and I'm not sure I'm doing a very good job of it. But it doesn't matter anymore. The Doc and I told her the shock collar stays on, period. Tai was a bit miffed by our unmovable stand on the subject, but she accepted it."
"Ohhhh, I think I know what you mean Bill. What you two gentlemen have on your hands is a budding Dominatrix. And what Tai is trying to tell you two is that she wants to have her very own slave. It's the classic Master/slave relationship, or in this case a Mistress and her slave dog- girl. Tai doesn't want to simply dominant Muffee', she wants to OWN her. She wants Muffee', or the girl forced to be Muffee', to submit to her will in every way possible. She wants her in all that she is too, in mind, body and soul. AND, she wants absolute control over her. To control everything that describes her, both physically and mentally. She already has a fair degree of control over the poor girl's body. Now she wants to control her actions, her thoughts, and even her desires too. And to have them all redirected solely onto her. She wants to be the center focus of another person's existence, their reason for being if you will. She wants total, unconditional, unwaving and undying love. And she wants it ONLY on her terms. Oh yes Bill, I know what you are saying. And what you and the doctor did was correct, all be it for convenience and not for the correct reason. And that being, Muffee' is NOT HERS! She is not Tai's to mold into her own god given creation, though I have no doubts she is quite capable of doing so. Muffee' belongs to no one, except herself, Jennifer I believe her real name is. She is only out on loan to you, to perform a service and to pay for her transgression upon me. So you remember that Bill. And make sure you tell that to your doctor friend too, and especially to Tai! Jennifer is to be used, NOT broken! Otherwise, Tai and two certain "gentlemen" may be in for a VERY, RUDE, AWAKENING!"
A long silence fell between the two old friends. Then Madame heard a heavy sigh over the phone.
"Yes, you are correct Madame. I thought it might be as much. I do believe, Jennifer I think you called her, is still a unique person. Tai hasn't broken her, and I will see to it that she never does. I will have a long talk with the young lady and make sure she understands the situation you have just spelled out to me."
"I'm glad to hear that Bill. And if it's any consolation, you can bring Tai with you and Muffee' to my Christmas party. I think she will be most receptive to the people she meets there. Tai and I can have a nice talk together too. She's going to need some special female guidance if she's serious about her new found passion. And I know some excellent teachers that would not mind instructing the girl in that particular vocation. That is, if she really wants to learn more about her blossoming innate desires."
"That would be excellent Madame! I know Tai would be looking forward to coming to your party and learning more about her new growing desires. Like I said, when it comes to learning she's a virtual sponge." A much more optimist Bill responded to Madame's most gracious offer.
"So, Muffee' is due to give birth sometime next week then?" The cheerful liveliness of the conversation was no longer there. In it's place was a disquieting staleness.
"Yes, yes, the Doc said sometime next week. Ever since Muffee' began to show the Doc told Tai to drastically cut back on her activities with her." Bill was trying to alleviate Madame's concern about the integrity of the girl's mental state. Making it sound like Jennifer was still a whole human being and no longer under Tai's obsessive dominating desires, even though Jennifer's existence was now that of a dog-girl with a belly full of kicking puppies.
"I see." Again, a cold silence permeated the moment.
"Well then, you and the doctor seem to have things quite under control. So I will be going. I wish you much success with the litter Bill and take VERY good care of Muffee' for me. And I will see you two and "TAI" at my party."
The heavy inference was not missed by Bill. He knew what Madame was telling him, warning him.
"Very good Madame. The Doc, "TAI" and I will take the utmost care with your precious pet Muffee'. And as soon as she has her litter I will notify you of the positive outcome. Take care of yourself my friend."
Madame understood Bill's subtle reference to Tai, and to their plan in general. He was telling her to have faith and trust in them, for everything will work out fine in the end.
"You too my old friend, you too."
Bill was the first to hang up.
Madame remained with the receiver to her ear. The dial tone acting as white noise as she stared out into space, thinking. She was started back into the here and now by the caustic noise coming from the phone indicating that the handset was left off it's cradle. She quickly pushed down the button with her finger to stop the noise. She held it there for a few seconds then released it and began entering another number.
"Yes, this is Madame Rouso, I would like to speak with Doctor Jacobs."
"Yes Madame, one moment please . . . . I'm sorry Madame, but the doctor is with a patient right now. Can I take a message and have her call you when she's finish?"
"No, I'll try again later. Thank you."
Madame hung up the phone and sat back in her chair. She stared out through her den window and into her snow covered garden not looking at anything in particular. Her mind was thinking about the five girls and what her friends were doing to them. Then she thought about Dr. Renei Jacobs. She knew her friend could help the girls, if they needed it. Which she was coming to believe was more likely than not.
'Yes, Renei will pull their minds back from the hell their in.' She thought to herself in a note of disquieting reflection. 'She will help them all right, just like she helped me when I was forced to taste the devil's desires a long time ago.' Her nightmares where practically nonexistent now. And those she did have were a greatly benign form of what they use to be.
"Oh well, such is life." Madame said out loud as she quickly turned her attention to the business of the day. A large part of which included planning for her beloved Christmas party. And at the top of that list was her ongoing need for two well trained ponygirls.
"Hmmmmm, I still don't know where I am going to get them from. But it's still early and Lady Luck has never let me down yet." She said to herself with a note of optimism in her voice. Then she went to the next item on her list.
Coming later this year "'Tis the Season".
Two elitist coeds try to pull the wool over Madame's eyes in one of her fashionable boutiques just before Christmas, and fail. What does Madame have planned for these two spoiled brats to get them to curb their evil ways? She's still in need of two ponygirls. Could they be the ones who "volunteer" for prancing duty?
Plus, the ending to the gold digging five. The girls will be rich beyond their fondest dreams. Now the question is, since they reluctantly tasted the dark, kinky side of human sexuality did it make a lasting impression on them? Stay tune for "'Tis the Season".