[Brentwood] Be Polite

---

Be Polite

Story by: Brentwood

Original Concept and Art by: Nimbletail

After a harrowing two weeks at puppy girl obedience school, Button was happy to finally be back in Master’s apartment.  Master still had a few days off before he had to return to work, so they spent that time together, just the two of them, getting “acquainted” similar to the way normal newlyweds would, just with a lot more panting and barking.  Master had even sent his lumbering mastiff, Zeus, to stay with their friend Donna so that they could focus on each other completely.  

In the afternoon of the second day, Master declared that they needed some fresh air, and after tugging on his pants and popping on a shirt he walked to get her leash from the hook by the door. Button crawled after him, whining.  She had worked really hard at obedience school to develop the most pathetic whine she could.  She worked so much on it that she considered whining her major—if puppy girls got to have majors.  The insides of her pale thighs were slick with her own juices and Master’s squiggle, and her puppy parts twitched irritably.  

Please, Master!  I don’t want to go for a walk!  I want to stay here and get mated again!  Please!  Pretty please!

She gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could manage.  She considered making puppy dog eyes her obedience school minor—if puppy girls got to have minors.  Master knelt down beside her, took a puppy wipe and cleaned the inside of her thighs and then her aching, little parts.

“I don’t know why I bother, Button, you’ll just be drenched again in five minutes!”

Button wrinkled her nose.  It had been painted black to give her a more dog-like appearance.      

Well, it’s YOUR fault if I am!

Her eyes crossed and she wiggled against his hand while he cleaned her most intimate, sensitive, needy place.  She wished he’d do that forever, but of course he didn’t.  

“Don’t think you can flirt your way out this, Button.  The walk will be good for both of us.”  

Damn it.  Why didn’t I major in puppy flirting?  

He replaced the c-string that covered her crotch and then clipped the leash onto her shock collar.  Button huffed.  She was still getting used to crawling on all fours for longer distances and she was already sore and tired from Master mating her several times that morning, but when he told her to heel she scrambled to obey. She squirmed as he rubbed her bare skin down with sunscreen, leaning into his strong hands as they roamed over her.  When he was finished, she crawled meekly by his side out into the warm summer afternoon.

She was already panting and sweating by the time they’d walked the short distance to the nearest dog park.  They’d passed a few puppy girl potty stations on the way there.  Each time Master had stopped and asked her if she needed to go in a voice loud enough to draw the eyes and ears of other pedestrians. Blushing, Button had whimpered in the tone that meant, “No!” each time just as quickly as she could.  It was no lie that she didn’t need to go, and she was glad for it.  It was embarrassing enough having to make her piddles in the corner of the yard with just Master standing there holding her leash—let alone her plops.  Having to do either on the side of the street with all noise, cars, the people watching, some taking pictures and videos, would have been horrifying.  

Shy bladder?  It would give my bladder a social anxiety disorder!

Master stopped them at the entrance of the park in front of a water fountain with a ground level drinking station for dogs.  While he drank, he pressed the button to make the water flow for the dog fountain.  Sue curled her upper lip.  She was thirsty, but she wasn’t crazy about having to drink from the same place as actual dogs.  

At least it’s not a puppy girl drinking station.

With puppy girl drinking stations, she still struggled with getting the whole knot in her mouth to coax water out of it.  So, at least she wouldn’t have to deep throat something just to get a drink.  Button timidly licked at the cool stream of water, taking care to keep her little pink tongue clear of the spigot so she wouldn’t accidentally lick a spot where a dog’s tongue had been.  

Their thirst quenched, Button and Master sighed contentedly in sync and then laughed about it.  Master was the one who actually laughed.  Button sort of did a kind of rapid panting.  It was the closest she could get to laughing without getting shocked by the collar for making a human noise.  

They walked through the park side by side.  The afternoon heat had driven a lot of other people indoors, so they had the path almost to themselves.  Master was being so patient with her.  She was glad to be away from obedience school.  Not only was it nice not to have lessons all day, but Master was so much nicer.  Then they rounded a corner and almost crashed into a pretty, redhead with a huge St. Bernard dog.  

“Oh, gosh, sorry!”  The young woman exclaimed.  “Bernard was dragging me a little!  I think he caught your puppy girl’s scent!”  

Naming a St. Bernard, Bernard?  Watch out everyone, we got real genius over here!

Master smiled back.  “No problem!  That’s a pretty big dog.  Are you sure you can handle him?”

“I’ve handled bigger!”  She grinned and raised an eyebrow.

Hey, back off bitch!  That’s MY master!

Button barred her teeth but she didn’t growl.  That would only get her a shock and probably a scolding from Master.  So, she limited herself to glaring up at the redhead, hoping all the bad vibes she was sending would be to the slut what garlic was to a vampire.  

“I’ll bet!”  Master chuckled.  “I’m Robert.”

“I’m Amber!”  

They shook hands.

“Oh,” Amber gushed. “You’ve got a really strong grip!”

Button ground her teeth,

Yeah, he does, and he only uses it on me!

“Button, say ‘hello’ to Bernard.  Go on!”  Master gave her leash a little tug for emphasis.

Button suddenly forgot all about the tall, big breasted redhead hitting on Master.  Her face went pale.  Master couldn’t actually want her to greet a boy dog could he?  Greeting other puppy girls—licking their muzzles, sniffing at their backsides, and getting to know them—that was one thing, but doing the same to a boy dog that just seemed impossible.  

She looked at him and whined in the pitch that said, “Please, no!”  

Master patted her head and looked at Amber.  “You’ll have to excuse Button. She’s not trying to be rude.  She’s fresh out of obedience school and still has trouble behaving sometimes.”  

Amber nodded.  “Oh, yeah, she looks like quite a handful!  She probably needs a big strong owner like you to keep her in line.”  Amber bent down and offered her hand to Button. “Shake?”

Button huffed and looked up at Master as if to ask, “Do I have to?”

“Come on, Button.  Be polite.”  His voice had that slight, almost imperceptible edge where she knew things could go very bad if she didn’t obey.   

Gulping, Button placed her paw mitten on top of Amber’s outstretch hand.  “Oh my God, she’s so cute!”  The redhead squealed.  “And smart too!”

Smart enough not to name a St. Bernard, Bernard!

“Good girl, Button, now say hello to Bernard,” Master repeated.

Button grimaced and leaned in close to the St. Bernard’s face.  His hot breath pulsed against her cheeks as she came closer and closer.  She timidly licked the dog across his cool, wet, spongy, salty nose.        

“Oh, wow, she’s really doing it!”  Amber sounded absolutely astonished.

“That’s right, Button, be friendly…”  Master cooed, urging her on.  

Bernard’s tongue shot out and licked her across the face.  Button gasped and almost said a few choice words, but she remembered the shock collar and stayed silent.  His tongue was wet, and hot, and rough.  She wondered if Amber brushed Bernard’s teeth the way Master brushed hers.  It sure didn’t smell like it.   

“Good girl, Button!”  Master praised, making her feel just a bit better about the whole disgusting endeavor.  “Now come on, show Bernard what a nice, well-mannered puppy you are.”

Button felt tears come to her eyes as her stomach clenched.  She already felt like she might throw up and she hadn’t even moved to the second half of the greeting yet.  Slowly she crawled around to the dog’s backside.  She eyed his knot and shrank back.  She remembered what they’d told her at obedience school, when they’d practiced on dog mannequins with silicon knots in the training room.  

Never forget your place in the pet pecking order, pups!  It goes boy dogs, girl dogs, and then puppy girls.  Remember, boy dogs especially are more physically fit than you, more intelligent than you, and overall just better than you. When you meet one you need to show proper respect!

Button had always figured that it was just part of the training. Sure other owners might have required something so disgusting, but she didn’t think Master would!  But she didn’t want to embarrass him in front of Amber.  If she did what she actually wanted to, try to run away, Master would look bad—like he didn’t have control of her.  Button didn’t want that, so she sniffed at the knot just a little.  It didn’t just smell musky like Master—a scent that made her feel squishy inside—it just stank!  But she pressed her nose against the soft skin where the knot met the furry scrotum anyway and inhaled audibly to make sure that both Master and Amber heard her.  

Fuck, what am I doing?

She wagged her butt the way she had been taught, making the fluffy tail attached to the plug nestled firmly inside her little back door swish back and forth.  Then her little pink tongue slipped out from between her lips and she tasted Bernard.  She shivered so violently that she almost stopped wagging her tail.

Oh, God, this is so disgusting!

She lapped and lapped with her eyes closed and tried to think of anything but what she was doing.  Her busy tongue touched the tip and she tasted the dog’s thick, tanginess.  It coated her tongue, permeating her senses like nothing she’d ever experienced before.  She nearly wretched, and tearfully pulled back.  A string of her saliva and the dog’s pre-cum connected her lips to his knot.  The string broke when she shrank back to Master’s side, whimpering.  She could feel her dog food breakfast in her throat as she gasped for fresh air to clear away the nausea.   

Please let that be enough, Master!  Please don’t make me do more! 

  Master scratched her behind the ear.  “Good girl, Button.  That’s my polite puppy.”

She relaxed into his hand. For a moment it didn’t matter that her little face was covered in doggy saliva and lubrication.  She was a good puppy, a polite puppy, his puppy.    

“Wow, puppy girls really are icky little things, aren’t they?”  Amber said.  “I can’t believe she actually did that!”

Master smiled.  “Oh, you have no idea, Amber.  Well, it was nice meeting both of you. Say, goodbye, Button.”

Button sat more upright, sticking out here perky little teats she barked happily from the praise she’d just received and the fact that they were moving on.  She just prayed that the summer heat would discourage any other dog walkers to be out; for fear that she would have to repeat the degrading duty.  

They’d only crawled a few paces when Button felt Bernard’s hot breath against her backside. She tried to scamper forward but Master held her leash firm causing her to choke herself.  

“Bernard!”  Amber yelled and tried to hold the dog back. 

“Oh, it’s alright,” Master said.  “He just wants to say, ‘hello’ back.  Face down and tail up, Button!”

Button whined, but all her practice wasn’t getting her out of exposing herself to the gigantic St. Bernard.  She remembered more of the lesson about greeting boy dogs. 

If a boy dog wants to greet you back, present yourself completely to him.  Remember, it’s an honor that he’s noticing you at all.

Button hesitantly placed her nose to the dirt path.  She reared up again the moment she felt the sniffing. Master made a disapproving noise and put his shoe on the back of her neck.  He exerted only enough force to keep her down, but not enough to hurt her.  Bernard took the opportunity and start licking her.  His tongue was long and almost like wet sandpaper.  It was much different than a puppy girl’s tongue!  Button whimpered as the slobbery appendage lapped around her most sensitive places, the c-string her only protection.  

Button pushed against Master’s restraining shoe and a moan escaped her lips.  She felt more like a dirty little dog than ever before.  She was nothing but a sick, pathetic mutt, just like everyone kept telling her.  Otherwise, how could she be responding to this at all?    

“Oh, is she going to…”  Amber sounded surprised and disgusted. 

Master took his shoe off her neck and yanked her forward out of the dog’s reach. 

“No, but she was on her way,” Master replied.  “Like I said, it was nice meeting both of you.  Maybe we’ll cross paths again!”

Amber waved goodbye and they were alone again.  Button wiggled in the dirt at Master’s feet with her face still slick from Bernard.  She was so confused and needy.  Master smiled down at her and petted her.  

“I know that was hard, Button, but you were a very good little puppy for me.  Let’s go home.  I think you’ve earned a reward.”

Button barked shakily and stumbled alongside him.  When her mind told her something was bad, but Master said it was good, who was she going to believe?

Master all the way!
—–

Hi, y’all!
I’m delight to let you know that Brentwood is back! (I checked and I’m 99% sure it’s him!) And he wrote us this magnificent doggy snippet for Sue/Button. Of course I made a pic to go with it 😉
You can find Brentwood at DA. Look for “stuckinbrentwood” and give him a greeting and warm welcome!
Good to have you back, friend 🙂