Nicole shivered as she hurried across the backyard after Mistress Jones. The cold wind whipped around the three women as they ran. The older woman led her two "slaves" towards the small toolshed next to where Nicole had been "branded". She opened the door and turned back. "In here, slaves."

Nicole hurried inside, eager to get in out of the cold. Inside, three of the walls had shelves filled with various tools. A small wooden table filled the center of the space. There was just enough room for the two girls and their "owner" to squeeze around the table inside. Mistress Jones shut the door and turned to face her slaves.

"Now, I'm afraid that you won't be needing your clothes for this next game, so please, strip naked, please."

Nicole's face blushed red. She couldn't have heard the older woman correctly. It sounded like she wanted them to strip naked! The two girls stood uncertainly, unsure what to do, hesitant to move.
Mistress Jones sighed. "Alright then, if you need some incentive, last one with her clothes still on gets a spanking, and if you both aren't naked in the next minute you'll both have trouble sitting down for a week!"

Nicole started to say something, but a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Rachel already had her belt untied and was pulling up her dress. Crap!

Nicole hurriedly divested herself of her own slave clothes and stood before the older woman in just her panties and bra, a second before Rachel. "Ha!" she said.

"Sorry, Nicole, but if you don't want to get spanked, you need to take off all your clothes. Underwear to, like Rachel." Mistress Jones said, grinning. She pointed. Nicole glanced over at Rachel who was standing, wearing a sheepish grin, face bright red, and not much else. She was trying to cover herself up with just her hands and not doing a very good job of it. Rachel looked over and caught Nicole looking. Nicole blush darkened as Rachel grinned at her.  

Thinking quickly, Nicole pulled off her underwear. "Wait, you said last one with their clothes on gets a spanking, right? Well, you've still got your clothes on, which means you get a spanking, mistress!" Nicole said triumphantly. This is never going to work. She thought to herself.

To her surprise, Mistress Jones just shrugged. 'Well fairs fair," she said. She let Nicole think she'd won for just a second longer before adding, "But, as Mistress, I am allowed to defer any punishments I get to one of my slaves, and I think you just volunteered slave Nicole. Now, bend over the table please."

Nicole groaned softly. She hadn't really expected that to work anyway. She stepped up to the table and bent over so her chest was resting on the cold wood top.

"And as for your little display of insolence, I think you've lost your speaking privileges for the time being." Mistress Jones produced a ring gag and a couple short lengths of rope from the bondage bag and tossed them to Rachel. "Slave Rachel, would you mind doing the honors?" she said.         

"Hgmmmppphhh!" Nicole grunted a Rachel buckled her gag on tightly. "Sorry Nicole." Rachel said, not meaning a word of it. She tied Nicole's hands together in front of her, tying the free end to a ring set on the opposite side of the table, leaving Nicole stretched out across the rough wood surface.

Bending down, Rachel quickly roped Nicole's ankles to the table legs, forcing her to bend over with her legs spread. Mistress Jones pulled off her jacket and folded it into a cushion which she slid beneath Nicole's waist, raising her nude, vulnerable behind into the air for the spanking.  

"Quite squirming, slave!" Mistress Jones said. "Accept your punishment like a proper slave girl. I want you to count along, and if you mess up, we're going to start again." She pulled back her hand and slapped it hard across Nicole's backside.

SLAP! "unnn…" Nicole grunted into her gag.

SLAP!! "ooohh…" SLAP!!! 'EEEh!" The spanking didn't last long, and the older woman wasn't really trying. Several times, Nicole had to try not to giggle, after a particularly light slap. "There, I think you've learned your lesson." Mistress Jones said, "Slave Rachel…" Rachel stepped forward and untied Nicole. She was about to remove Nicole's gag, but Mistress Jones stopped her. "She still needs to earn back her speaking privileges."

"Now," she continued. "Let me explain what you'll be doing. Since you've both finished all your chores for the moment, I've no need of slave girls at the moment. So for the time being, you two are now my pets. Thus, your present, rather immodest states, as pets do not wear clothing. Oh, and unlike slaves, pets don't get speaking privileges either," she pulled another ring gag from her bag and handed it to Rachel. "so if you don't mind…"

While Rachel gagged herself, Mistress Jones picked up the rope they'd used to tie Nicole. "I'm going to do Rachel first, but just so you don't run off…" she said, turning to Nicole. Mistress Jones had Nicole lie down on the ground, where she quickly hogtied the soon-to-be petgirl.

She tied the free ends of the rope to one of the table legs, so Nicole couldn't squirm around to see what she was doing with Rachel. Nicole listened impatiently, as Rachel was put into some sort of strict bondage.

A few minutes later, Rachel crawled around into view. Nicole stared. First, Rachel's arms and legs had been folded over and strapped in place, forcing her to "walk" on her knees and elbows. A pair of dog ears had been stuck on her head and a fake tail taped on.

Rachel, enjoying her new role as puppy-girl, shook her tail and gave a short grunt into her gag that sounded close enough to a bark to count. She crawled forward and licked Nicole's face through the ring gag.

"Your turn." Miss Jones said, untying Nicole. As she untied the younger girl's legs, Miss Jones bent each on back and strapped it in place with a leather belt, than she did the same for her arms. "Hold on, hold on…" Miss Jones said as Nicole tried to test out her new position. "I'm not done yet…" Nicole held still as Miss Jones applied her ears and tail.

As Nicole tottered around on her new legs, Rachel came up behind her. As the two girls chased each other around the shed, Miss Jones watched her new pets. "My! Aren't you two such cute little puppies! I'm tempted to keep you like this the rest of the day!"

Nicole, personally, would have preferred to be a cat, but she was in position to argue, literally. Miss Jones beckoned to Nicole who crawled over to her owner's feet. The older woman knelt down to attach a long leather leash to her puppy's collar.

'Rachel! Come!" Miss Jones called. Rachel "walked" over to be leashed as well. Miss Jones stood up, holding the two puppy-girls' leashes loosely in one hand. "Come on, puppies." Miss Jones said, giving the leashes a light tug. "We're going to go for a walk and then we'll play a little before this evening." She opened the door and stepped outside, turning to hold the door open as her two pets crawled out after her.

Behind the house, past the yard, was a large open field, sparsely overgrown with long grass. A recent rain had left the ground very muddy. Nicole glanced around, blushing red at the fear of being caught outside naked. Miss Jones must have noticed the two girls looking around because she giggled and said, "Don't worry; we're quite isolated out here. There's no one around for miles, I'm sure."

She bent down to unclip the leashes from the puppy-girl's collars. She also removed the two petgirls' gags. "Now, I'm taking out your gags, but remember, puppies can't talk, so if I hear you talking I'll have to gag you again. And I want to hear lots of happy barking while you play too or the gag goes back in."

From inside her bag, Miss Jones produced two large, red rubber balls. Miss Jones lightly tossed one ball into the field. 'Fetch!" she said, clapping her hands. "Go on Rachel, go get the ball!" Rachel crawled along after the ball, yipping excitedly.  

She tossed the other one in another direction. "Come on, Nicole! Fetch the ball!" Nicole crawled after the ball, feeling silly barking out loud as she chased after a ball. It rolled into a clump of grass and stopped.

On the uneven ground, the two girl's slipped and tripped and fell over themselves, chasing the balls, until both girls had a coating of mud all over them. Rachel reached her ball and managed to pick it up in her mouth, carrying it triumphantly back to her mistress, tail wagging as she crawled. Nicole, eyeing the mud-spattered ball, opted instead to roll it back to Miss Jones with her nose.

When Nicole rolled her ball to a stop at her mistress' feet; Miss Jones knelt and petted the girl's head. "Good girl!" she praised Nicole. Nicole barked cheerfully, as her owners deft fingers danced over the puppy girl, ticking her. She rolled over on her back, as Miss Jones tickled her bare belly. Miss Jones bent down and picked up the ball and tossed again, sending her pet after the bouncing ball, barking and crawling and wagging her tail.

For the next hour or so, Miss Jones kept her pets crawling back and forth after the ball. Each time they managed to roll the ball back to her, she rewarded her two pets with pats and praises before tossing the ball again. Nicole was grateful for that. It was still pretty cold out, and the girls didn't even have clothes on now, but so long as they kept moving, crawling after the rolling red ball, they stayed reasonable warm.

Finally, when the two puppy-girls were completely exhausted and covered in mud, Miss Jones bent down and reattached the two girl's leashes. She led the panting girls back to the back porch. "Come on, you two…" Miss Jones said, tugging on the leashes. "I think it's about time for supper." Her two pets barked enthusiastically, seconding the motion. They were both starving after that game.
Miss Jones tied the leashes to the railing on the back porch, before stepping inside. "Wait here, while I fix something up." She said, "I'll fix something up and bring it out to you…"

The two girls knelt on the wood deck, huddled close together against the biting cold wind. Nicole could see Miss Jones inside through the window, fussing over the stove top and a pot of stew. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the two girls' owner returned with a large pot, some bowls and a towel.

Miss Jones knelt down and quickly cleaned off the two girl's faces with the towel. She set down the two bowls and took the lid off the pot. In the cold air, the hot stew steamed. She scooped the meal into the two bowls and placed them in front of Nicole and Rachel.

With their hands and feet still secured, the two puppy-girls had no choice but to humiliatingly lap up their meal like the dogs they were, while their mistress sat back, watching them and eating her own dinner. Nicole didn't care, the stew was hot and as she ate it warmed her up from the inside out. She ate every bite and barked pleadingly at her owner for some more.

Miss Jones giggled and shrugged. "Sorry, doggy. That's it." She tilted the pot to show Nicole the stew was all gone. Nicole glanced over at Rachel who was eating slower. Rachel caught Nicole eyeing her food and growled. Nicole growled back.

Before the two puppy girls could fight, Miss Jones laughed and stood up. "Well, if you two are done eating… I think before we can get ready for the party this evening, first, there are a couple of puppies that need a B…A…T…H…"

The two petgirls whimpered as Miss Jones reattached their leashes and gave a sharp tug…