Doggie Shower
I was spraying my perfume onto my neck, getting ready for my date, when my phone vibrates. The doctor at the veterinarian office was down the street. The text read, “I’ll be there in five minutes. We’re going to stop at my office, first.”
We get out of the car and walk to the grey veterinarian clinic. He swipes a card and the double doors open to the office. He doesn’t even flick the switch for the lights and immediately pushes me up against the wall left to the doors. He starts kissing my neck and grabbing at my large breasts, which were bursting out of my button down, long sleeved collared shirt.
He pulls my skirt up aggressively and looks at my panties. I blush shyly and push his hand away. My skirt falls back down to my knees. He quickly unlatches his belt and swings it around me head. He pulls me close to him using the belt. My blonde hair is caught it the buckle forcing me to oblige to his coercion.
“Let’s walk, baby.”
He drags me down the hallway by his belt. He grabs a towel from a rack off the shelves in the hallway. I’m slightly nervous, but I want to see where he he is taking me.
We arrive to a big glass door. He opens the door to a room that is tiled from floor to ceiling. I notice three separate shower areas separated by tile stall-like walls. There are extended metal hoses with detachable shower spouts within each stall.
“What is this?” I look at him.
“This is a doggie shower…babe, it’s for you to get clean.”
He unbuttons each of the buttons on blouse and pulls my shirt off.
“You’re joking, right?”
He slides my skirt off. I stand in my bra and panties, looking around to see if there were cameras anywhere. He spins me around and unhooks my bra.
“Take it off.”
He pushes me down to my knees. I pull my arms through the elastic straps of my bra and it too, lands on the ground. He looks down at me condescendingly. I kneel on all fours, with the belt still around my neck. I look up at him in my cotton pink panties; my topless chest, baring my titties, pointing down to the ground.
“Go ahead. Crawl up there.” I hesitate for a moment. He nudges my ribcage with his knee. “C’mon girl.”
I slowly climb up onto the doggie platform shower in the middle. He pets my hair and grabs the belt tightly. I choke a bit.
“That’s a good girl.” He continues to pet my head as he unloops the belt from my bruising neck. He looks me in the eyes.
“You’re such a beautiful little bitch.” He turns on the detachable showerhead. Water streams out and onto the tiles below my bruising knees.
“Wait…don’t you want me to take off my panties?”
He grabs be by the back of the head and shoves my face into the tiled wall.
“Do as I say, and do not ask questions. Okay, little bitch? Can you handle that?”
I quietly nod my head and look down at the ground. He continues to pet my hair while waiting for the water to become warmer. Once the temperature is just right, he moves downward to my feet. He begins to wet my toes and the bottoms of my feet. His eyes were fixated my on little pink pussy slit sticking out from my doggie spread stance. My pussy lips were prominent in the tight pink panties suctioned and cupping to my vagina. Embarrassed, I wish I hadn’t worn this pair.
He begins to use the handle to spray me up and down, between my thighs. The water is shockingly cold on my labia and trickles down the lace liners of my panties to my knees. I moan gently, as he continues to soak my panties with the showerhead.
“Good girl. My baby girl loves when daddy takes her to the doggie shower. Say it.”
“I love when daddy takes me to the doggie shower.”
“That’s right.”
I hear his words, but try to drown him out. I want try to enjoy the rush and pressure of the water on my little puffy pussy. He realizes my pleasure and comes back up to the front of the shower. He grabs my neck and forces my face upwards to look at him. He shoves his tongue down my throat and gives me a sloppy French kiss. He grabs a big chunk of my blonde hair and begins to disperse water throughout. The water seeps into the roots of my hair and down into the tips which cover the entirety of my back like a blanket of gold.
“Stand up.”
I open my eyes and look back at him.
“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much. Is my little doggie slut enjoying having her pussy washed?”
I get up off the platform floor, with my tile indented, red knuckled knees.
“Put your hands over your head.”
I submit and look down at him with see-through wet panties, creased in between my shell, exposing my quarter sized clit to his view. He takes the shower handle and continues to spray my body. Water drips my from nipples down to my flat abdomen and slides down the elastic of my soaking panties.
“Take them off now. Spread your legs.”
I struggle to slide my wet panties down my legs. He approaches me and begins to slap my raw and bare pussy.
“You’ve been a bad little girl. You are grounded, you little bitch. I have a list of reasons why you’re grounded and I can read them off to you, if you don’t, understand? Understand??”
He continues slapping my pussy and rattling off reasons for why I’m a dirty slut that needs punishing. My swollen, red pussy starts pulsating. I cannot control my body.
“Is my little doggie cumming?”
I close my eyes tightly and try not to enjoy the denigrating humiliation that he is putting me through, but my body loves it and cannot stop. My pussy begins to expel a whitish, squirty mess onto my thighs.
“Atta girl.”
Before I knew it, he takes his cell phone out of his pocket and snaps a quick picture of me, “his beautiful, reverberating, cum covered, fuck pet”.
He slides his phone into his pants and approaches me closer. He is eye level with my pussy. He pats it gently and gives it a kiss. My wet panties were balled up in the corner of the shower. He plucked them up and handed them to me, hanging off one finger.
“Clean yourself up.”
There, I stand dripping and shocked and not sure what to do. He opened the door to the doggie shower, tied the towel around his neck and walked down the hallway to his office.
