Housework was the next thing on her agenda. It was mundane and repetitive but no thought was required and she loved it like that. Her cleaning routine was always the same. After making her owner’s bed, she would put on the washing, and iron anything that needed to be done whilst the washing was on. She found ironing extremely relaxing just as she found cleaning the bathrooms, and kitchen, and vacuuming the bedrooms and living rooms equally relaxing. She Just needed to make sure the cleaning was done completely properly, knowing that if her owner found a piece of dust or a stain anywhere, that would lead to another spanking. However, she loved doing all of those human chores but regularly looked in the mirror at her dog collar and nakedness and smiled every time.
Emma knew she was to address Janet as, mum, but in her alone moments always thought of her as her owner. Most nights she would be sharing the bed with her owner, quite often with a stinging bottom after a severe spanking, but there were occasions when Janet wanted to sleep alone and simply gave the order to Emma, “cage,” and Emma would immediately go into the second bedroom and into her cage to sleep.
When alone in the house, and not doing her cleaning duties, Emma would quite often go to her cage and lie down on the mattress, maybe for hours, thinking about her life as a puppy pet girl, smiling most of the time, fingering herself several times to huge orgasms, and happy to wait patiently for her owner to return.
Emma was always naked whenever in the house and so there was no need to get undressed when going to her cage. Equally, the cage was never locked, as Janet promised, but the standing rule was that if Emma ever left the cage without permission, then she would get another thrashing. She totally understood why that had to be the case.
It was all part of her training, but she relished it because she totally accepted every decision that her owner made for her. Equally, she was up for being spanked several times a week if she earned it, always crying buckets, but always loving her owner even more and wanting to be ever more obedient and submissive.
Most times after cleaning Emma would go to her cage and wait for her owner there, feeling relaxed and without any pressure. Except for the times she purposely left a mark on the bath and her nipples would be taut knowing when her owner got home she would hear, ‘Naughty puppy girl get the hairbrush,’ and Emma would crawl to where the brush was kept and pick it up in her mouth and then crawl to her owner and let go of the brush at her feet. She would be given another short sharp instruction, “Lap,” and moments Emma would have her face inches from the floor and her lap perched on her owners’ bare thighs and she would get another thrashing.
Once the thrashing was given Janet’s maternal side took over with hugs and kisses that soon became kissing and fingering followed by tongue sex giving each other huge orgasms.
Quite often Janet would be at home as Emma did the housework and would inspect the cleaning or ironing work that Emma had been doing. Even the slightest mark left on her clothes, or crease in her ironing, would lead to a stern word from Janet and then several hard smacks on the backs of Emma’s legs. It was something both knew was right to happen, and just like when her face was slapped so Emma got turned on by the pain, just as Janet did by giving her the pain-filled smacks. Then Emma would continue with her chores loving the stinging feeling on her bottom, legs or face.
In fact, often Emma left a stain on the bath or a crease in an item of her owner’s clothing to earn another thrashing.
Janet quickly understood that Emma often did that on purpose to earn another thrashing, but it turned them both on and they gave each other huge orgasms afterwards.
As Emma wanted to be a puppy, just as Janet wanted her to be a puppy, it was Janet who always made dinner after getting back from work. Because Emma was a puppy, Janet would eat her dinner sitting at the table, whilst Emma’s dinner was served in two dog bowls, one with the food, and the other with water. Emma would be kneeling on the floor by the table, knowing she was not entitled to use her hands or any cutlery, but had to scoop up the food with her tongue and drink the water in the same way. She had practiced doing that before moving in with Janet and loved doing it now with her owner watching.
Everything else during the evening would be for Janet to do. Emma would follow her owner around, on all fours, happy to sit obediently on the floor watching her owner, and loved being stroked from time to time. She particularly loved it when her breasts were stroked and even
her nipples lightly squeezed.
Part of being a puppy dog was that whilst Emma wore her leather collar in the house, she was also secured with a leash which she always wore when outside. Janet would make the decision, “Walk,” as only the one word was needed for Emma to go and fetch her leash. No matter what Emma was doing, she would immediately go to the drawer and get out her leash, with her mouth of course. She never put it on herself but took it straight to her owner who secured it to the collar around her neck.
Emma was always happy to be led by the leash. She felt humiliated, but that humiliation also got her so aroused.
It was very common for others to see Janet and Emma out, with Emma being led by the dog leash. It didn’t matter whether the walks were through the park or along streets or even into the shopping mall, Emma was always led by Janet by her leash and saw it as her total respect and obedience to her owner. If she did see anyone when out who she knew, she would ask her owner if she was able to speak to that person, and whilst words weren’t exchanged, Emma would know when she could speak because if she couldn’t she would feel the tug from the leash and a command to come, and she would immediately obey and follow her owner. If she was told she could speak, all Janet had to do was tug the lead lightly and Emma immediately stopped speaking and was led away by her owner.
One time, Emma had been given permission to speak to a friend, but after a couple of minutes, Janet wanted to move on and so tugged gently at the leash. This time, Emma pulled back and said, in a begging tone, “Just a moment, please, Mum.”
Janet pulled harder and Emma realised her mistake and immediately turned and was led away.
Once they got home Janet ordered, “Kneel.” Again, just one word was needed but Emma knew that she had to get undressed and kneel on the floor in front of Janet’s armchair.
Emma winced but like all the other times when she knew a punishment was pending her vulva vibrated erotically, and her pussy lips got damp as she got so aroused. Punishment and the pain and the humiliation always got her so aroused.
Once Emma was naked and kneeling on the floor, her bottom cheeks resting on her ankles and her hands on the floor steadying herself, Janet sat on the sofa and leaning forward caressed Emma’s breasts, gently squeezing her taut nipples and knew her puppy was aroused. She scolded her, saying, “Naughty puppy. You know answering back is not allowed by puppy girls, don’t you?”
Emma knew no answer was expected.
Janet then pulled her hand back and brought her palm down fiercely across Emma’s face, watching and enjoying the pain etched across her face and listened to the gasp. Janet saw how Emma’s face was slightly red, and then after the second face slap redder, and then after the third face slap redder still.
Emma gasped with each face slap but loved the stinging feeling. It was a human type of punishment but far better than being sent to her cage as she still felt being put very much in her place so correctly by her owner. She even loved it that tears welled up in her eyes even as her owner again caressed and gently squeezed her breasts and nipples, before slapping her three more times across her face.
Satisfied with the six hard face slaps she had given, Janet eased herself up a few inches and raised her dress above her waist. As usual, she had already removed her knickers. After sitting back and parting her legs she instructed, “Lick me, puppy.”
Emma heard the instruction and immediately leaned forward kissing each of her owner’s inner thighs as she worked her way up to her owner’s already damp pussy lips. Emma licked and sucked enthusiastically, and enjoyed bringing her owner to another huge orgasm. Having climaxed and then recovered, Janet knew her puppy was a good doggy again and ordered, “On your back.”
Emma smiled as she lay on her back, her knees bent and revelled in the kisses and licks she received from her owner who started kissing and sucking her breasts, working her way down her tummy to her wet pussy lips and licked and sucked and fingered her to a huge orgasm of her own. It was wondrous and showed how much her owner loved her.
Afterwards, Janet sat in her armchair whilst Emma stayed kneeling on the floor in her rightful place as the furniture was for owners and not their dogs. She lay her head on her owner’s lap and loved the way her breasts were again gently caressed which told her she was a good puppy dog again, having been rightly punished first.
Janet did let Emma go to the hairdresser and nail parlour but she wore her collar when she did, and Emma saw it as like a dog being groomed. As such she loved the feeling of humiliation as those grooming her smiled at her and only said, “Good puppy dog,” from time to time.
The same happened for everything else in her life. Emma couldn’t do anything without asking permission from her owner. Janet made all of the decisions. She put out the clothes Emma was going to wear if they were going out that day, and Emma had no choice but to wear them. To be fair, she tended to be in a really tight vest top showing off her bare midriff, and either very short shorts or a very short skirt. Her legs were always bare, but that meant it was far easier for her mum to smack her legs after even the slightest disobedience. Of course, she was given a padded vest jacket to wear over her skimpy clothes when taken for walks in the winter.
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