[TR] Button’s First Kennel Stay 2 (Patreon)

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Button awoke to a powerful pulse between her shaking, “hind legs.”  After two days and nights suffering unpredictable and unforgiving forced arousal, Button would have thought that she’d be numb to it all, but she wasn’t.  Her narrow hips bounced off the thin sleeping mat stretched over the pink, stainless steel floor of her cramped, dog crate.  Her pathetic squalling mingled with the cries of the other guests at the Wags Puppy Girl Hotel who had received the same irritating yet exciting wakeup call.

Though Master had always mated her from behind like a proper bitch, because he didn’t want to confuse her “little puppy brain,” Button imagined him on top of her while she humped the air and wished that the terrible, needful emptiness inside her might be filled with his great big “knot.”  With her “forepaws” thrown carelessly above her head and her legs splayed apart, she felt so kinky and naughty imagining being taken like a woman who walked on two legs instead of four.  The idea of looking Master in the eye while he rode her made Button blush a deeper shade of red than normal.  Caught in another irresistible wave of coerced pleasure, the irony of her feelings was totally lost on her.

Like countless times before, the cruel “Eager Beaver” system integrated into her pet gear pushed her to her absolute limit, only to cut her off from the terribly pleasing sensations before that limit could be broken.  Panting and sweating, Button groaned and clumsily rolled onto all fours, her puppy parts still constricting and swelling.  She had to fight every urge to try to paw herself the rest of the way, knowing that being so “greedy” would earn her a nasty and “well-deserved” discipline shock.

Though she only got a full bath out of her pet gear once a week at the dog groomers, Master gave her a thorough cleaning every day.  The hotel staff hadn’t so much as wiped her down or hosed her off even once.  She had a coating of dried sweat that was only disturbed by the fresh sweat from the recent burst of stimulation.  Likewise, the insides of her thighs were streamed with trails of her arousal from uncounted ruined orgasms, which, like the sweat, had been refreshed moments before.

Wiggling her behind to dissipate the lingering fussiness in what had formerly been her most private of areas, Button turned to the only feature in the crate besides the sleeping mat, the red, silicone water knot that protruded from the back wall.  Though she was thirsty, she stared daggers at it.  At bedtime, Button had spent ages sucking and licking the stupid thing with the promise that if she did a good job she’d be allowed to “make her pathetic, dirty little cummies.”  But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she choked herself on it and abased herself in front of it, she was always told to try harder and “better luck next time.”

Of course, it wasn’t bedtime, so the water knot had just become a more-than-suggestive means of getting a drink, rather than what Button was beginning to think might have been a rigged game.  Still not exactly crazy about having to put a large dog member in her mouth, even if it was fake, Button timidly wrapped her lips around the head of it and daintily sucked.  The cool water washed over her dry lips and flowed freely into her anxious mouth.

As she was allowed outside of her crate, Button was growing ever more certain of one thing.  Though the other guests were just as grungy and grody as her, and they were all clearly frustrated too, none of them showed signs of being nearly as frustrated as her.  Of course, they could have simply hid it better, but the fact that at night she heard all kinds of howls of delight rather than whines of torment made Button realize that she must have been the only puppy girl there who wasn’t getting at least one nightly reward.  Rather than feeling jealousy, she hung her head in shame.

It’s because I’m so bad at service…God, I SUCK at sucking!

Even though she had her doubts about the nightly “game,” it never occurred to Button that Master would have been the one to rig it.  So, she resolved that at bedtime she would try even harder, not just for the chance to get some relief, but because Master deserved a pet who knew how to please him.  She cringed at how poorly she did at obedience school, especially the first couple of times—even more so the very first time.  It wasn’t her fault that she had a more powerful than average gag reflex.  Just as it wasn’t her fault that she had a hard time coping with the taste and texture of Master’s spunk.  Yet, she felt responsible to overcome what she saw as deep deficiencies.  What made it worse was that although Master never allowed her to shrink from her responsibilities, he was also so patient and understanding with her as she struggled.  It might have made it easier if he were cruel and demanding.  Then at least she could have hated him for it.

After relieving herself in the designated corner of the outdoor enclosure with the other guests, Button went to breakfast.  To her surprise, she managed to make it through the whole meal without getting buzzed, which gave her sore, swollen puppy parts a much needed rest.  It wasn’t really much of a break though.  The anticipation kept her going, and the whines and whimpers of others getting vibrated made her react almost as strongly.  At least it distracted her from the hotel kibble, which she still wasn’t used to.

The day went on like the previous had.  After the guests had “dined” they were given a little free time before morning “doggy drills.”  Button took cues from some of the girls that had been there longer and sought out something to chew on to pass the time and work through the frustration.  Like the kibble she got at home, she missed her familiar toys, but had managed to find a well-chewed, rubber carrot that filled in for them.

I never thought that I’d have a favorite chew toy.

Lying in the dirt, she gnawed on the spongy thing while gripping it as tightly as her clumsy, padded paws would allow.  Several other girls around her did the same, while some others did a gentle circuit around the enclosure and through the doggy gym.  Button watched as one by one the girls around her collapsed into fits of pathetic whines and desperate wiggles.

Button noted that after each girl initially hit the ceiling when the vibrators went off, they all assumed various mating positions.  Most lowered their faces into the dirt and presented their wagging tails up to flirt with phantom owners, while others rolled onto their backs; spread their hind legs wide in another blatant invitation to no one.

They certainly have us well-trained, don’t they?

Just as she had learned not to, none of them dared to try to paw themselves anymore.  It was as if they were all declaring together that their owners were their only salvation, their only chance for relief, and their only source of pleasure.

Button chewed more vigorously on the carrot as each one succumbed.  Even though she hated it all and knew that it would all only end in disappointment, she longed for it.  Besides that, she simply didn’t want to be left out of the group.  The puppy girl on either side of her broke down within seconds of each other.  Button closed her eyes and waited.

Oh, please let me be next!  Please!  Please!  Please!

Her silent plea was answered when the vibrators in her nipple pads, c-string, and tail plug all switched on with their maximum intensity.  Button writhed around before, like all the others, she assumed a mating position with her trembling tail in the air.  The rubber carrot in her paws slipped and the thicker end went right into her hot, panting mouth.  Without giving it a second thought, Button sucked on it as hard as she could, while running her little, pink tongue all along the bottom. She could feel the indentations left from her desperate chewing and those that came before her.

Oh, Master, see, I can use my dumb, drooly, little mouth!  See, Master!  See!

Her eyes crossed as she sucked and pressed against the empty air behind her.  When the vibrators inevitably switched off again, Button moaned and kept sucking and licking as if it would make any difference.  At least the carrot stuffing her mouth gave her something to console herself with as she came down yet again.

Morning drills were the same as they’d been previous mornings.  Button had found that while she was still slower and clumsier than the other girls, she had at least gotten a little better at maintaining her composure when she was vibrated again in the middle of the routine.  She was almost able to maintain the begging position without falling over, almost.  During the cooperative portion of the drills, she’d been paired off with the biggest puppy girl of all the current guests.  The other puppy girl had flawless, black skin that practically shined in the midmorning sun, and a svelte body with some remaining lean muscle of a former human athlete.  Her black curly hair was done up in large, twin puffs tied off with white ribbons, which undercut her strong body and dignified demeanor.  The poodle-themed pet gear and the way her grapefruit sized “teats” hung beneath her, finished the job, making her look simply ridiculous.  The round puff on the tip of her tail was perhaps the biggest thief of her dignity, next to the name imprinted on the heart-shaped tag that dangled from her collar, “Bonbon.”

Button knew that she didn’t really have any room to make fun of any other puppy girl.  After all, she answered to the name “Button” and she was made up like an annoying, yappy Pomeranian dog. But when they were introduced, there was just something so funny to her about a girl who looked as tough as Bonbon being forced into the role of such a posh, pampered house pet.  Even though Button hadn’t said anything—couldn’t have said anything—it seemed that Bonbon could tell what Button was thinking by her expression and body language alone.  It never ceased to amaze Button that so much could be said between puppy girls without a single word.

The larger puppy girl narrowed her eyes at Button and the smaller puppy girl felt her “tail hole” tighten around the plug, making her fluffy tail go between her legs.  Not so eager to greet the other puppy girl, but definitely eager to make amends, Button sniffed as enthusiastically as she could; the peppery scent of Bonbon’s sweat and excitement was overpowering.  Then Button offered a gentle, conciliatory lick across the middle of the girl’s c-string. She tried not to shudder as Bonbon’s taste filled her mouth.

When it was Bonbon’s turn to reciprocate the greeting, Button immediately knew that her apology had not been accepted.  Bonbon only gave her a single, half hearted sniff, then the barest of a lick, followed by a sharp little nip on the tender skin on the edge of Button’s c-string.  It was not hard enough to earn a shock from the pet sitter system for aggressive behavior, obviously the girl was experienced enough to know her limits, but it was enough to make Button jump.

Ouch!  I “said” I was sorry, bitch!

The handler in charge of them, like the pet sitter, didn’t seem to notice the tiny infraction.  “Alright, pups,” he said.  “Now that you’re best friends it’s time to play tug-of-war!”

Button groaned inwardly.  The first day the game was “Best Beggar Ever.”  The second day she had to play “Chase the Prey.”  At least previously she’d been paired with someone closer to her size.  Tug-of-war, especially with someone so much bigger and stronger looking than her, sounded like even less fun.

The handler held up a shabby, faded knotted rope and dropped it in the dirt.  “Get it, pups!”

Knowing she’d get in trouble if she didn’t participate and look full of pep while she was doing it, Button leaped for the end of the rope that was closest.  She tasted dirt as her teeth sunk into the well-worn fibers.  Before she could even get properly set, Bonbon had the other end in her mouth.  She savagely tugged on it, making Button lurch forward.  Button managed to barely balance herself before Bonbon tugged again and started pulling her forward.

“Come on, Button!”  The handler encouraged.  “Don’t let Bonbon do that to you!”

You try playing tug-of-war with someone twice your size, asshole!

Button stumbled again, but managed to keep holding on.  Growling, Bonbon dragged Button in a circle.  The smaller puppy girl was about to quit when she heard the receptionist talking to the handler.

“Oh, Button’s owner is going to love this!”  She proclaimed.  Then Button heard the clicks of several pictures being taken.  “I’ll get some video too!”

Button steeled herself.  What would Master think if he got pictures and video of her losing?  It wasn’t enough that she’d forget Master’s rules from time to time, or sometimes sulk when she could no longer do the things people do, or worst of all that she was still pretty bad at sucking him off, he was going to have to see how weak and pathetic she was too?  Button yanked back on the rope making Bonbon stumble.  Her eyes widened and then narrowed before she pulled back and resumed towing Button wherever she wanted.

Button held on, but she was devastated that Master would see her fail at something else.  Suddenly, she felt the all too familiar tingles of the vibrators coming on.  Just as it seemed the rope would be pulled from her mouth, her jaw stiffened and her teeth dug in deep.  Button growled back at Bonbon as the irritating, imposed agitation radiated between her legs.  The desire for Master to be proud of her combined with the resentment of countless ruined climaxes, gave her strength she didn’t know she had.  Button dug her paws into the ground.  Though Bonbon was still pulling her, the larger puppy girl finally had to work at it at least.  Beads of sweat had formed on her furrowed brow and she was starting to breathe heavy.

Even though the haze of arousal, Button knew there was no way she could overpower her partner, but there was one chance.  She stared into Bonbon’s big, brown eyes and waited for them to tense in a very specific way.  When they did, Button knew that Bonbon was about to get her own stimulation session.  In that split second, Button threw all of her weight, as insubstantial as it was, backwards and ripped the rope from Bonbon’s drooling mouth.  The smaller puppy girl did a clumsy backwards somersault and landed a short distance away with the rope securely in her jaws.

“Wow, I didn’t see that coming!”  The handler remarked to the receptionist.

“Who would have guessed that little toy had it in her?”  She replied.

Button was still too distracted by the vibrations to care about her little victory.  She writhed in the dirt next to Bonbon as they were both teased and tortured yet again.  Whatever disagreement they may have had was forgotten, just like the game had been.

***

Robert saw the alert for the text from Wags Puppy Girl Hotel.  It took all of his self-discipline to wait to look at it until he was alone.  Finally, he was able to get away to the bathroom.  Locked inside, he quickly scrolled through the note written by the receptionist.  He was happy to see that Button was doing well, but what he was really interested in were the pictures and the video of his pet girl.

He saw her nearly naked, diminutive form playing tug-of-war with a much larger chocolate poodle girl.  He loved the way her pert, little butt stuck up in the air as she struggled and scrapped.  Since she was so timid and not at all athletic, he was surprised to see his little puppy girl holding her own.  He was even more surprised when he saw that she won the game.  He watched the video of her squirming and mewling pathetically in the dirt right after her win and his pants suddenly felt a little tighter.  He wanted to reach right through the screen, scoop her up and take her home with him.

Looking at her apple-red cheeks and her desperate, tear rimmed eyes, he mumbled the words, “I’ll get you soon, Button.  Just a little longer, honey.”