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Fifi	By : CindyShrapnel Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 15807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Authors notes – This was only meant to be oneshot, but it kinda grew, but it will only be four, maybe five, chapters max. So don’t expect a slow paced, well thought out fic detailing every point of submission and acceptance. I just wrote the kind of fic that I would want to read. Thanks to those who reviewed or read chapter one. And Saladied, hope that smile is still there m’lady ;)

One morning in the Summers house
“I do love that outfit on you, Joyce. I bet it feels great to finally dress the way you like”
“Like I always thought, but could never say, ‘Ties look better on girls’”, smiled back Mrs Summers as she flexed her stocking clad thigh as she crossed her freshly waxed legs, “But as I was saying, how did you come up with the name ‘Fifi’ anyway?”
“Well it sounds rather like ‘Faithy’, don’t you think? I called her that when I first met her to try and gauge her rebellious streak but even as she ranted at me I could tell it was nothing more than a pathetic façade erected to ensure her survival. I could see she was still a child having to be an adult when she was ill equipped, both mentally and financially, to do so, isn’t that right Fifi? Yes, it is. Now come along and wag your tail like a good girl”, said Mrs Post as she sipped her Earl Grey from the dainty fine china cup.
As Faith’s head bobbed down once again she shook her child bearing hips from side to side and, as the thick rubber tool rubbed her sphincter walls, she let out a small whimper of need as the thin swish of rigid latex cut through the air thick with the potent mixture of joy and shame. Each move made her girly gutter sweat as the enveloping latex doggie suit caressed her every rippling muscle and intimate fold.
But as much as she burned with humiliation Faith knew that these two smartly dressed women who towered over her were not driven by petty vengeance or cruelty, their constant correction and stifled giggles showed the slayer just how light hearted they were, despite the situation.
“Isn’t that a little foul?”, asked Joyce with a titter as she stared down at Faith who squirmed in acute embarrassment as her face pushed ever further into the dinner before her in the bowl emblazoned with a name which wasn’t hers.
“Not really, I topped it off with some barbeque sauce as Faith loves it. You know last week I caught her dipping a banana into a jar of it”, scoffed Mrs Post as she brushed the crumbs from her Rich Tea biscuit from the skirt of her suit.
“Urgh, that’s disgusting”, replied Joyce as she stood up proudly and smoothed down her arrow straight black tie, its point just touching the top of her black satin skirt which shimmered in the bright morning light. She had thought the idea silly at first, to dress so sternly like some kind of strict Governess, but now she was handed the opportunity to command she agreed with Mrs Post’s suggestion and dressed accordingly, exercising both her desire to wear a tie always and wrapping a firm aura about herself. As soon as she caught herself in the mirror with her hair drawn back Joyce felt her underused clitoris nearly gnaw through into her kidneys as she had seldom been more turned on with her reflection as she could only dress like this when Buffy was out on patrol. Joyce’s desire notched up a gear once Fifi arrived this morning and it didn’t take long for her to unzip her skirt and let Mrs Post’s tongue slide into her tasty nook.
“I know, but it’s not like it’s actually dog food for that isn’t fit for human consumption as one would find it too rich or fatty and I wouldn’t want my Fifi to fall ill, it’s just what you people call ‘Sloppy Joe’ mix in her bowl……. with only a tiny bit of Alpo. We only tried the real dog food once and she only had about two mouthfuls because, as she later put it using her oh so charming vernacular, it tasted ‘wicked gross’, but I was never going to force her or punish my little doggie”
“So you don’t mean to totally regress her into being a puppy?”, asked Joyce, her pearl stud earrings accentuating the smooth tilt of her face.
“Good lord no, this is only part of her, the greater whole that is Faith can use this as a foundation upon which to build her confidence and re-assemble some kind of a life. To totally regress her I would increase her training to a level very different and that would heed results that Faith couldn’t handle”
Faith’s forearms pressed hard to her biceps and were buckled into place as were her legs, the tight collar seemed to press closer to her skin with each lunge into the bowl of sloppy food she was eating. Her O-ring gag and muzzle had been removed for today’s playtime as Mrs Post wanted to show off that Fifi’s obedience wasn’t due to restraints but down to the much needed desire for humility which was now blossoming within the brunette puppy girl.
With her mouth now unfettered Faith could sink her teeth into her dinner. Her lips curled around each greasy chunk of meat as she devoured the mix of dog food in the ceramic bowl on the floor of the living room. As each slimy morsel slipped down her gullet Faith could feel her blushing intensify until she swore that she could be a renewable source of heat.
“It’s only half a can as we don’t want to fill her up as the pressure on her bottom would be maddening, the tail is plunged quite deep in her bowels you see. Oh, all finished, Fifi?”, said Mrs Post as she looked down at the rubber coated puppy eating by their feet.
“Woof”, replied Faith as her tongue ran along the bottom of the bowl licking the last of the foul juices before she lapped at the water bowl next to it hoping to rid herself of the taste. Though her skin tingled with each movement at least she could now stay relatively still having spent the last hour playing fetch with a stick in the backyard before being made to chase her tail. As she stumbled about on the untended lawn Faith thought Joyce was going to have a stroke as she giggled and threw the stake, now being used as a stick, across the grass for the meek puppy girl to chase after before returning it to the feet of the sternly dressed woman who oozed power and a new found sexuality.
“Hold still girl”, said Mrs Post as she placed her drained tea cup on the arm of the sofa, the coffee table had been moved to one side so that the two women could have more room for their puppy to move.
Mrs Post took a baby wipe from her purse and wiped the smears of dog food and Sloppy Joe from Faith’s face which twitched as the foul taste of the gloopy food rolled around on her tongue. The Watcher even wiped around the two small triangles of rigid latex on top of Faith’s new latex hood which no longer let her hair out into a fine plait, this new hood had a pair of finely crafted ears which stood up straight and true.
“Now what do you say, girl? Did you like that?”
“W-woof”, said the curvaceous girl whose curves were now twisted, buckled and smothered in the thick choking rubber of her doggie suit.
“Good doggie. Well do you think Fifi has been well behaved today, Joyce?”
“Oh yes, much better today.”, replied Joyce, though it was only two days ago she had met Fifi for the first time and Joyce’s mind still sparkled with the memory of the fierce spanking she unleashed on the slayer that day. She had spent hours leading Faith round and round the living room until she now obeyed Joyce’s commands of sit, heel and stay without hesitance.
“Then I think she deserves a lovely treat”
Mrs Post reached into her purse and then sprayed some shining liquid from the bottle in her hand, it mist floating delicately in the air before raining down across the glossy latex smothering Faith’s body as Joyce took a chamois mitten, as soft as feathers and luxurious to the touch, and rubbed it all over the thick plastic. Each slow and tender stroke brought the latex up to an even brighter glossier shine as the sprays covered from tip to tail, all the time Joyce’s strong but tender shining of the puppy’s suit making the humbled girl hum with a pleasure she would never thought possible.
“See, as we can’t brush our doggie, well this is the next best thing. And every stroke will make her putty in your hand”
“Is that part of the magic?”
“Oh no, it’s not the spell…it’s her”
“Really? Wow”, said Mrs Summers with arced brows.
“I know, she’s come so far in such a short time. I just wish I could enter her into a dog show to parade her skills”
“Well why don’t you? With the glamour, who would know?”
“Now there’s a thought”, mused Mrs Post knowing that Faith was so lost in the soft stroking of her second skin that no words would rattle around in her brain for long.
“Now roll over, Fifi”, ordered Joyce and smiled at the simpering girl twirled her limbs and lay prostrate on her back with her stumps splayed out , her regimentally firm nipples on full display and her clit so red and puffy that, against the black of the doggie suit, it was a decent impersonation of KITT from Knight Rider.
“Now as you’ve been so good and didn’t complain when we made you chase your tail in the yard….we….”, said Mrs Post as she and her new secret lover burst into an unrelenting tickling of Faith’s latex clad stomach with an dizzying pace.
“Oh god…hahahah….stop I…hahahaha….”, laughed Faith as she squirmed and writhed in her restraining doggie suit, the latex squeaking on the well-polished floor. Her limbs, buckled and useless, thrashed about as the thin fingers carried on their fun.
“No, no darling…..use your puppy voice”, said Mrs Post through the cacophony of laughter spilling from all three women.
“Hahahaha….a-arf...arf…..hahaha….yip..yip….arf….arrrrhahahaha…”, Faith giggled wildly as the whole world seemed to melt away, all the pain and pressure of being a slayer, all the scars her soul still clung to from her childhood, none of it meant anything anymore as she succumbed to the iron, yet playful, wills of the two women who lavished loving attention and humiliations on the young girl in equal effervescent measures.
As the laughs and squeaks of rubber filled the house, for Faith it seemed like the fusing of embarrassment and happiness would be the theme of things every time she entered the Summers house. For even though it was only last night, it seemed like an eternity ago to Faith when she was in this very room with people that were rapidly becoming real friends, something she never thought possible without bribery or death threats being issued.

****FLASHBACK – The Evening Before****
“No, I don’t mean it like that but it’s just so different to what you usually wear…but wow, you can really pull that off”, gushed Buffy as she looked Faith up and down as the Beantown native stood in awkwardly in the artistically decorated living room of the Summers house.
“Shut up, B”
“No really, Faith. I honestly mean it, you should dress like this more often”, said Buffy with glee as she looked at the other slayer who fidgeted in her denim skirt which hung to mid-thigh and the white spaghetti strap top embroidered with blood red roses.
“I said shut up, it’s not like I gotta choice. Mrs P is making me wear them as she thinks….”
“Hang on, Mrs Post is making you? Since when has anyone ever told you what to do…and you actually did it?”, said Xander cutting off Faith mid-sentence.
“You know how it is Xan, she’s been real good to me, givin’ me a home and all the training and..”, Faith started once more but was cut off this time by Willow coughing hard upon her use of the word ‘training’.
“You ok there, Will?”, asked Buffy curiously as she hunted for her bronze handled dagger.
“Er, yes….sure….crumb went down the wrong way is all”, replied the fledgling witch as she put her blueberry muffin back down on the coffee table which was blemished by many rings from when Buffy never used a coaster, much to her mother’s chagrin.
“Anyways”, Faith continued once Willow’s cheeks stopped flushing, “Mrs P has done a lot for me so….y’know”
“You wanted to show her how much you appreciate it all?”, added Buffy grabbing her thin blade with a yelp of victory.
“Something like that, yeah”, shrugged Faith furtively as she had only been free of her doggie suit for two hours and wanted to relish the feel of cool air on her skin for a while, though the gentle swish of mild evening breeze felt strange and unusually hostile for, as much as she hated the idea of liking it, being enveloped and latex and treated like nothing more than a pet was fast becoming her sanctuary away from the world.
A place where she could fear nothing and feel nothing but love….and a firm warming of the hind quarters. But she still couldn’t figure why she relished the tanning of her bottom so much.
“It’s nice to see a different side of you, Faith”, said Buffy honestly.
“Er...thanks. Mrs P’s got me into this whole self-improvement thing”
“And how it that going for you?”
“You saw how I kick ass better than ever, B. Last Friday, when I nailed those three vamps in like five seconds, ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom”, the slayer crowed.
“I have to admit, you really have improved lately. I suppose I should actually try and go to training if I’m gonna keep up”, said Buffy light-heartedly, but inside she felt jealous how Faith had not only improved but was now sneaking ahead of her in terms of skill and agility.
“You think it was a good idea to skip training again yesterday?”
“Maybe not but look….Manalos…sixty percent off!”, quipped the blonde as she raised her foot clad in her new shoes, blowing her entire allowance the afternoon before at Maxie’s across the other side of Sunnydale.
“Nice”
“I know”, said Buffy chirpily as she swung her left foot side to side staring at the glossy red shoe.
“You’re not really gonna go slaying in them are you, B?”
“No way, I was just breaking them in”, Buffy said with a hint of sadness as she pulled off the brand new brand name shoes and replaced them with a pair of battered sneakers. ”And you guys best be going soon as I have to go patrol as it’s my turn tonight”
Willow stood there in her long flowery skirt and a loose green peasant blouse, she radiated a lush mother earth figure and Faith smiled back sweetly though she felt her stomach churning with the question she had to form and soon.
“But like I was saying, your clothes and your dedication to slaying, it’s such a radical change for you, Faith”, said Xander stealing the last of Willow’s muffin.
“Well you know dude, things change, people…evolve”, the brunette shrugged back playing with a loose thread on her skirt.
“Ah yes, evolution. Think of how far mankind has come since we used to be animals…just imagine if it were the other way round….huh Faith?”, quipped the redhead. She couldn’t resist the delicious feeling of having a hidden trump card over Faith, and each time she flexed her subtle powers over the brunette slayer, it tickled Willow’s intimacies and made her nerves jangle if they were wind chimes caught in a vitriolic breeze.
“What are you talking about, Will?”, asked Xander.
“Nothing, just random musings”, shrugged Willow as she felt her courage billow. Each tiny hint she slipped out made Faith seem even more awkward and meek, and with each shrinking action from the slayer, Willow felt her confidence flourish for she now had the upper hand…..and she liked it.
In fact…she loved it.
“So where is your Mom anyway?”, said Xander as he hauled himself to his feet and headed towards the much repaired front door.
“Oh she’s out with Mrs Post having dinner, probably picking her brains about how to keep a slayer on the straight and narrow”, said back Buffy dismissively as she prepared for patrol.
‘Well not that straight’, Willow thought to herself as she couldn’t wrench her gaze from the supple and toned legs of Faith which she had never seen before.
Though Willow still felt a pang of guilt for betraying Oz it had soon passed for, if she was honest, she was only with the south pawed guitarist as it was easy, it felt comfortable like an old sweater infused with the scent of a freshly mown lawn. But there was no passion, no thrumming of desire when they were close. It was why she starting to fool around with Xander as she sought that giddy thrill of doing things that were seen as taboo, but no excitement for her illicit encounters would fill her with the excitement she felt when she saw Faith in the library just days before with her ass being reddened and her whole being mummified in glossy black latex. Dating a werewolf was one thing, but the mere thought of being entwined with a submissive puppy girl made her gutter weep.
It was the same kind of head swimming thrill that she only found in certain chatrooms, for the internet had exposed Willow to many things but she never felt the confidence to explore her hidden desires before for fear of being branded a freak by her nearest and dearest. It was only in these chatrooms when masked behind her homosexual fake moniker of choice, or ‘lesbonym’, that she could dissolve her rationale and descend into the heady masturbatory pleasures that she felt certain would always be out of her reach.
“Will, come back, you totally spaced there”, said Buffy clicking her fingers in front of the redheads glassy eyes.
“Oh sorry, I got lost in my own thoughts”, replied the witch but with her thoughts of delicious fun swarming in her brain she turned her attention back to the brunette, “So Faith, what were you trying to ask me earlier?”
“Huh…oh yeah… er….do you like…..you know…do you want to come over to my house…for dinner?”, asked Faith with her hands playing awkwardly with themselves.
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Yeah, why?”, repeated Willow as she put her hands on her hips like a mother chiding a child for eating all the Fruit Loops. It was such a small gesture but Willow felt her shoulders pull back and her resolve face harden as if her body was acting to the whispers of dominance being uttered in her mind and set her whole body into a stance of impending authority.
“Well…er..Mrs Post wants to get to know my friends.…I-I mean, she wants to meet everyone and thought she would start with Red”, Faith said as her lies slipped over her alabaster teeth.
“Oh really? Is that the only reason?”, smirked Willow as she could feel her breath barb within her breast. Seeing the quiet discomfort of Faith, whose cheeks were rosying nicely much to the witch’s amusement, ignited Willow’s bloodstream which flowed with as much debauchery as it did e-numbers.
“Er..yeah…I….um…yeah”
“Well I would love to, what time?”
“About seven, oh and Mrs P wants to do a formal thing with napkins and everything, so dress appropriate I guess”, replied Faith.
“Formal? Why, what are you going to be wearing?”, encouraged Willow stepping a little closer to the brunette who found it hard to tear her gaze from the worn Persian rug she stood on.
“W-well I have this black number that Mrs P thought I should wear”, said Faith sheepishly.
“R-really?”, gasped Willow feeling her undersmile break into a slobbering grin at the thought of being introduced to Fifi so soon.
“Er..yeah, it’s this…er…little black dress. Mrs P said every young lady should have one and she…er…”
“Oh my god. Faith, are you blushing?”, quipped Xander seeing the reddening of her pretty face.
“No”, she snapped back feebly.
“Oh you so are”, added Buffy with a girlish squeal, “And it is sooooo cute”, ending with a high pitch.
“I am not cute, B”, the brunette growled back as she felt her skin warming even further.
“Oh God, that is even cuter”, smirked Willow as she watched Faith squirming, but she had to admit that the brunette looked beautiful, a light sunny radiance surrounding her. And not just from the clothes.
“Shut up guys”, sighed Faith as she tried to back towards the door as she recalled with startling vividity how, just the day before when she had first introduced Mrs Summers to Fifi, she had been lead up and down on her leash by Joyce as the house filled with the claustrophobic squeaking of her latex doggie suit. “Oh crap, is that the time? I told Mrs P I’d be back by ten”
“Wow, she really has you on a tight leash, doesn’t she?”, joked Willow but just as she thought, or rather hoped, this glimpse of being dominant over the rapidly surrendering slayer made her lower lips throb and weep a little as she fought the urge to spill her secret desires.
“W-what do you mean?”, asked Faith in panic as her face paled and yet flushed at the same time.
“You know….dresses…and a curfew. Never thought you’d be one to cave in so easily”, said Willow as she felt Buffy slowly push them all towards the door
“Come on guys, move. I have to go patrol then I said I would go over to Giles’ place, he said he something important to go over with me”
“If it’s so important shouldn’t you go before patrol?”, asked Xander as he feel the soft bite of the evening air whilst Buffy locked her front door.
“Meh, what’s he gonna do?”, shrugged Buffy as they all wandered down the path and across the street.
“So Faith, tomorrow night?”
“Er, yeah. Here’s the address”, said Faith as she slipped Willow a piece of paper.
“Cool, see you there”, smiled back Willow as she felt glad she wore her Maxi pads, not for menstrual reasons, but she felt a slickening of her dank channel whenever she thought of Fifi at her mercy. And now, after seeing how meek and subservient Faith could be in her presence, Willow felt the pad nearly overflow with her womanly drool.
****END FLASHBACK****
“You naughty, naughty girl, Fifi!”, Mrs Post snapped wrenching Faith from her memories with a spank to her inner thigh.
“Bad doggie, Fifi!”, said Joyce as she tapped her hard on the nose with a rolled up copy of National Geographic, the Sumatra famine edition, and wagged her fingers in front of the slayers eyes as the sudden realisation washed over her cocooned skin.
“Look what you did”, said Mrs Post as she rolled Faith over and pulled her by the D-ring of her collar until the slayers face was held mere inches from the tiny puddle on the wooden floor of the living room.
For Faith had fallen so far from clarity and sense, she had been driven to such depths of laughter that she had lost all control and let a stream of steaming urine slip from her slit and form a small yet pungent pool between her legs.
“Bad Fifi, you know how to ask to go wee-wees” said Mrs Post with another smack on the plastic coated leg of the slayer.
As Faith’s eyes opened comically wide she felt a tear brewing that she could have descended this far, to actually pee on the floor like a real puppy. But the shame which choked her breath confused her, for Faith wasn’t sure if the shame was rooted in her being a human acting like an animal, or that her puppy self hadn’t asked to be taken out to the garden to pee like a good girl.
The two older women stood up and whispered conspiratorially before letting out a deep belly laugh, then hauled a dual façade of strict authority upon themselves and walked around the humbled slayer. Their heels clacking on the floor signalling an impending punishment which, due to Fifi being good as gold all day, she had avoided thus far.
“So Mrs Post, should we make her lick it up?”
“No, Mrs Summers”, replied the Watcher being equally grandiose with her mock formality, “But we should treat her like one would treat any puppy who has weed on the floor”
Faith let out a small bubbling cough of shock as Mrs Post took her by the collar and rubbed her nose in the tangy puddle, the wetness brushing against Faith’s full lips and filling her nose with bitter scent and warm splashes.
“Bad girl Fifi”, admonished the Watcher as she watched Faith squirm and buck in her doubled up, buckled up latex sealed limbs, dancing from one gel balanced stump to the other, a small whimper letting slip free as the warm liquid smeared across her face.
“Now Fifi, I think you should ask Mrs Summers to punish you for making a mess on her floor like a naughty puppy girl”
Faith’s eyes flitted over to the coffee table and she let out a gurgling whimper and backed away, turning on her stumps with all the agility of a slayer, and tried to flee for the safety of the backyard.
“Come back here Fifi, you naughty doggie!”, snapped Joyce sternly though inside she giggled manically like a ditzy teenage girl after her very first MDMA spiked beer. She flexed her firm bosom locked inside the smart white button up shirt and clicked her fingers demandingly.
“Go on, Joyce”, Mrs Post encouraged with a wry grin of amusement.
“Fifi, you had better come back here now…..heel Fifi! I said heel!”, said Joyce as she stepped across the polished wooden flooring of the neatly ordered living room, the thin heels of her knee high leather boots clacking out loudly as her skirt swished against her glowing thighs and her pitch black tie swinging like a pendulum. Each step grew louder as she approached the latex smothered Faith who tried to outrun Joyce, but with her slayer powers negated by the suit she knew resistance futile.
“I…b-but I…”, said Faith as she wobbled around the kitchen twice before suddenly finding Mrs Post’s calves either side of her neck and shut sturdily leaving her trapped as if in a fleshy set of stocks with her rear on full show.
“Bad girl”, said Joyce with a swift spank of Faith’s bottom, “How dare you use your voice like that, I thought that you had come so far, dearie me”
“Well, that’s another demerit for you my girl. Keep this up and you’ll be starting school on a leash”, Mrs Post mused with a radiant smirk of excitement, though Joyce felt no sexual inclinations towards Faith she still fizzed with amusement at having such a meek girl at her beck and call.
As the slayer felt her soul twist and writhe Faith knew this was no idle threat for Mrs Post, by using the trigger word, could ensure the slayers instant descent into puppyhood. Seeing as just yesterday Mrs Post had taken Faith for a long walk in the park and left her tied to a bench while she read her copy of the Financial Times from another bench about fifty feet away as strangers petted the cute little doggy and giggled as the black Labrador barked back politely, almost as if she understood them. Faith knew that her Watcher, as an act of finite punishment, would lead her into the school and maybe even remove her glamour tag to really show her who was in charge. But Faith couldn’t figure out why the thought of such intense humiliation made her so wet down below, how the notion of such submission made her pussy vibrate until her feminine broth turned from simmering to boiling.
“You bad doggie”, chided Joyce with a tap on Faith’s nose as Mrs Post parted her legs and let her puppy stumble free, “How dare you run off like that? Tut-tut, you naughty puppy. What are we going to do with you?”
“Now Fifi you need to be punished, but as ever, you have a choice”, said Mrs Post leaning over in her grey pant suit, “Either you go over to the lovely selection of toys on the coffee table and bring Mrs Summers something to warm your bottom with or….you will stay in your doggie suit until tomorrow”
“But wait….isn’t Willow coming round for dinner tonight? Oh dear, what will she think if you turn up for your date……. as Fifi?”, smirked Joyce as she had been filled in by Mrs Post during their post coital cigarette while Faith was tied up in the backyard and made to chew loudly on her toy bone so the two women, whilst locked in the throes of passion, could hear the pitiful squeaks from the garden.
“Hmmmm, what to do? Will you beg Joy…. I mean, Mrs Summers, for a spanking like a good little puppy or do you want to have dinner as you are…sitting by Willow’s feet….as you eat from your doggie bowl?”, said Mrs Post with a warm smile as she held Faith’s leather collar firm and stared directly into her eyes. But the Watcher could read her charge like a badly written poem, for behind the doe eyes, the thought of introducing Fifi to the redheaded beauty made the slayers pussy sing with decadent melodies as she nearly burst a ventricle at thought of such intense degradation.
Faith nodded and made her decision, despite her lust now peaking; with a weak whimper she crawled through the living room to the coffee table where various implements of punishment lay dormant. Until now they had been wrapped in bubble wrap and hidden in the basement behind the broken skis and the kayak they used only once, but now Joyce could proudly display them on the wall between her Cambodian gargoyles and the signed photo of Farrah Fawcett.
“Now how many do you think you deserve? Hmmm, you disobey my order to heel, you spilled your water in the bowl and you spoke when you should have been using your ‘woofs’. Well, as Gwen told me I could dish out any punishment I deem worthwhile….hmmmm?”, smiled Joyce as she saw the dilation of her doggies eyes.
“I’d say ‘five by five’, wouldn’t you Fifi?”
“What’s that?”, asked Joyce.
“Oh, it’s like Faith’s catchphrase or something, but I changed the meaning so now when I say ‘five by five’ it means five spanks with five different implements.”, continued Mrs Post who leant against the arm rest of the sofa quite content to let her new girlfriend carry on.
“So that’s why you asked me to lay out a selection”, said Joyce with sudden clarity.
“Indeed, I thought its mere presence would instil some manners in our doggie but now…tut-tut”
Faith’s head swung low as she wobbled up to the table and nudged her urine fresh face against the thin slip of woven leather, she felt the it roll around as she fought to get her lips around it and almost yelped with self-congratulation when she finally picked up the leather bound riding crop between her teeth. With the muzzle and O-ring gag lying to one side the mouth hole of the new doggie hood allowed Faith’s teeth and tongue to be used properly, for once.
Turning round she wobbled over to Joyce, her latex rippling as her throat gulped heavily. She kneeled on her stumps before the older woman who raised an eyebrow expectantly,
“No Fifi, you need to beg”, said Joyce as her stomach jerked rapidly as she fought to hold in her laugh at seeing what she once thought was a brash and uncaring girl being so compliant in their games.
Faith felt a chill run down her strap covered spine but the warming dew in her pussy mixed with it, both were unheralded sensations but she found the rushes came more and more often everytime she was encased in latex and buckled into her collar. She put it down to the spell at first but now she no longer knew who was the puppet and who was the master in her soul. She laid the riding crop, with a wide thin beater dangling from the end, as a small line of drool hung from her lips to the thin leather stick.
Faith took a shaky step forward and nudged her plastic covered nose against Joyce’s leg, letting out small whining whimpers as she nuzzled further but when Joyce did nothing she tried harder, until she felt the soft hand of Joyce pat her head and tickle her behind her ears. Such tender touches where like liquid ecstasy to Faith.
“That’s better Fifi, now stand still and bear your bottom to me. And give me a nice big bit woof after each stroke, okay Fifi?”
“W-woof”, said Faith as she turned round on her stumps and slid her front legs out until her chest and chin met the solid wooden floor and her paws stretched out in front of her, ‘presenting’ her ass high in the air.
THWACK!
“Wooooooof”, gasped the slayer as her cheeks jiggled with the first strike.
THWACK!
“W-woof”, whined Faith as she felt the thin stinging lashes paint the canvas of her behind with a palette of crimson, vermilion and all shades in-between.
THWACK!
“Woof”
THWACK!
“Woooooof”
THWACK!
“W-w-wooooofff!”
“Now I hope you learn your lesson well because if Gwen and I are going to be seeing more of each other then we want our Fifi to be our good puppy, understand?”
“W-w-wooooffff”, said Faith as her teeth gritted together after the fifth swat, but despite the blistering inferno starting on her cheeks something drove her back to her stumps to wobble over to the coffee table and fetch the wooden spoon.
“Our puppy? You said our puppy?”, said Mrs Post with surprise and joy.
“Well…I-I hope I’m not being too forward but…I want to share this with you. Dammit, I want to share so much with you Gwen!” , said Joyce with a touch of abashment.
“Oh baby, I feel the same way”, replied the Watcher as she kissed her lover and let their hearts synchronise.
They broke their kiss and returned their attentions to Faith who once more lay the implement of choice on the floor before Joyce and turned around, sliding her paws out in front of her and showed her buttocks to Joyce once more as her tail stuck high in the air.
The spanking continued with a sharp smack being punctuated by a contrite woof, though the vowels now contained more than an inch of painful squeals.
But for reasons she couldn’t understand, instead of choosing the hairbrush for the fifth and final round of skin searing thwacks, Faith set her teeth around the heavy wooden paddle covered in leather and studs and hauled it across the room and lay it by Joyce’s gleaming shoes.
“Nice paddle”, hummed Mrs Post as her lover swung it through the warm air a few times finally able to get a feel for the weight.
“Thanks, it was a gift….from me to me”, smiled back Joyce as she slammed down each firm and muscle bursting strike until all twenty strikes had blazed its way across the doggie’s ass.
“Oh Fifi, what a good girl you are for taking your punishment so well….and for your last choice”, said Mrs Post as she stepped over to Faith and helped her back to her stumps, wiping away the tears which ran down her latex covered cheeks.
“Yes, that was an odd choice for the end but I never thought she would be ‘presenting’ like that so willingly. I wonder it all comes from”, said Joyce to Mrs Post as she knelt down besides the sniffling puppy and stroked her back softly.
“I think it’s something from somewhere inside her”
“That’s even more vague”
“I mean…Faith having less control somehow makes her feel more in control…if that makes any sense”, said Mrs Post as she pressed her peachy lips to Fifi’s rubberised forehead.
“Not really, but I think I know what you mean, if Faith lets her submissive side out a little, being all ‘Woof, woof’ and that, in her mind it helps keep her behaviour in check. Am I on the right lines here?”
“Something like that yes, by handing over the reins of control to us it makes her feel more confident seeing as we wouldn’t abuse her in any way. I think its responsibility she fears more than anything, but being able to shrug off her old ways via a little submission, well seeing how excited she gets in the vaginal department I can’t deny her that. Though she baulked and rebelled at first, well now she not only seems to like it, she craves it.”
“Really?”, said Joyce with more than a touch of surprise.
“Absolutely, she may still deny it but seeing how free and happy Fifi is, well it can’t help but spill into Faith’s mind and will no doubt help create a happier whole so she can have a real life at last, a far cry from her original idea as I told her that getting on workman’s comp was hardly a career path. She needs the rules and boundaries of a loving authority figure, she has never had one before and it seems to have unearthed a drive to make up for her sticky fingered and violent past.”
“I can understand that for Faith, but why is Fifi quite so contrite and ready to bear her butt like that when she does something wrong or acts out?”
“I think it’s because she knows she has failed and wants to make amends, a kind of redemption for not being all she could be, no matter how small the indiscretion, right Fifi?”
“W-woof, woof”, came the reply as she hated to admit how well Mrs Post could cleave right into her heart and mind with such ease.
“Now thank Mrs Summers Fifi, the way I taught you”
Faith turned round with a long creak of rubber and licked Joyce’s hand, her tongue giving short wet strokes over her skin until the hand turned over and the slayer nuzzled into the open palm of the uniformed woman who used her other hand to pat Faith’s cocooned head.
“Aww, aren’t you a sweetie, now go and fetch your leash, girl”, said Joyce as she got back to her feet and slid into the arms of Mrs Post who hugged her from behind.
Faith nodded meekly and trundled her restrained frame across the living room and to the small table by the front door where her chain sat between flyers from hardware stores and unopened gas bills.
“This is even better than I ever imagined, thankyou so much, Gwen”, gushed Joyce as she sunk into the warm embrace.
“You’re very welcome, honey”, said Mrs Post as she let Joyce’s head nestle onto her shoulder as they looked on proudly and excited at the struggling figure wrapped in latex which seemed even tighter than Faith’s own skin.
“This has been so perfect, I can’t wait until I get my own”
“You mean?”, said Mrs Post with a smile of surprise.
“Yes, Mr Giles approached me the evening after I met Fifi and I was more than happy to let him help me give Buffy the correction she has been screaming for. He cast the spell last night and so has spent this morning helping her adjust before he delivers her to me”
“Well if today is the day, then you need to be strict with her from the very outset. So don’t change your clothes as that Governess outfit, well you look really hot in it, but you need to show Buffy who is in charge, you need to radiate total authority as you are no longer her downtrodden mother….but her owner with very high standards”
“Absolutely, I know what you said from your first days with Faith. Keep the muzzle on and the tail in, soon she will have to behave and then take it from there. I just wish I’d thought of this sooner”, said Joyce with a tiny slip of the smile that had been welded to her face for the last two days.
“So are we on for tomorrow night, dinner at Rossini’s?”
“Yes, of course…but can you not tell anyone about us until I’m ready”
“Of course baby”, replied Mrs Post tenderly as she ran her fingers through Joyce’s hair which gave off the faint aroma of jojoba and pine extract.
“But will Faith tell anyone?”
“Of course not, though she knows how I feel about you, we tell each other everything”
“Wow, you’re really taking this pseudo mother role seriously”, smiled Joyce.
“I believe I am, yes. I actually find myself fretting about her when she goes slaying and quite often we spend a quiet evening at home with her head in my lap as I stroke her fur, I mean latex, but other than that….I am now Faith’s legal guardian but I am growing so fond of her and if she ever wanted me to adopt her and give her the loving home and family she has been craving for all her life, well I wouldn’t say no. But it’s her choice, I won’t bully her or use her Fifi time as a tool for my own ends, I respect her too much for that”
“So being Fifi isn’t that disagreeable to her then?”
“No Joyce, it’s like this, whenever I let her out of the suit and send her for a shower, I can hear her masturbating and groaning with pleasure. Being Fifi is like a release for her, free from the burden of slaying and the responsibilities inherent with such a position. She lacks the confidence to show herself for who she is, so being Fifi, all she has to do is behave like a good doggy and let her fanny feel the delicious thrills I know she feels”
“Fanny? English or American version?”
“Both I’d say. The problem for her now is, as she goes to school and meets new people they will be able to see past her glamour too, so she has much more to lose now so her behaviour has to be even better, right Fifi?”, said Mrs Post staring down as the young woman who held her twist of chain in her mouth.
“Wrroorrf”, Faith said back around her leash.
“Good girl, now give Mrs Summers your leash so she can take you for a quick walk around the block, so she can get a feel for keeping a slayer on a leash….where they belong”
Faith’s eyes shot open as it was one thing to be taken for a walk by Mrs Post, a woman she trusted and cared for deeply now, but Mrs Summers was nearly a stranger to her.
“What? Got your tail between your legs? Well not literally I mean, but you can either go now when everyone you know is still in school…or later this afternoon when the streets are awash with your friends milling around that capitalist Valhalla known as Starbucks. Maybe even go past Xander’s or Cordelia’s houses, what do you think they would make of Fifi? But it’s your choice”
Faith gulped and dropped the leash at Joyce’s surprisingly veiny feet who leant down and clipped the chain to the thick leather collar encircling Faith’s neck.
“Good doggie….now heel Fifi. Good, now walk”, said Joyce as she straightened her tie, gave Mrs Post a brief but passionate kiss and opened the door leading the slayer, encased in glossy black latex, out into the world. But this was the first time Faith had been out without the O-ring gag or muzzle choking her voice, so with the magic of the glamour doing its work, unless Faith wanted to end up in a circus as a talking dog, she would need to have ‘woof’ and ‘arf’ on the tip of her tongue at all times.
“But don’ take too long as we have to bring back Faith and get to work on some Math problems”, called Mrs Post after them as Faith shivered for compared to the numbers soon to dance before her eyes she would prefer to be taken for a longer walk. But she still couldn’t figure out why she felt such desire to be treated this way, like her Watcher’s kindly but firm hand had unleashed a dormant submissive side that no amount of hypnotherapy could unroot.
As she stumbled down the porch steps Faith felt so crushed by another afternoon or being collared and shamed to such degrees, but she still couldn’t find it in her heart to hate it.
In fact, she could barely feel dislike about it anymore. Her throbbing pussy was testament to that as she wobbled along with a searing red ass as she felt her gutter filling with fluids of promise.
That evening, over at Giles’ home
“I’ve been much too lenient from the very start, the very first time you came into the library I should’ve hauled you over my knee, then things would have been very different for the both of us”, said Giles
The Englishmen rolled up his sleeves and leaned back against the breakfast bar bearing a smile of smug satisfaction. He looked down at the struggling form before him, a quivering mass of golden latex that pulled against the plush canvas leash attached to her neon pink collar. For inside this skin smothering plastic was his slayer, Buffy, who had fallen to his spell.
With her slayer strength sapped she could do little as Giles folded her forearm up to her bicep and slid the thick sheathe of latex over her stumpy limb as he buckled it tight into place, in no time she was nothing but a wobbling mass which less resembled the savior of the world and more like the centrefold of a fetish magazine.
Her hair was tied into tight pigtails and sprung from the two holes on the sides of her seamless hood and she stared up with sorrowed hazel eyes for her suit was modified to Giles exact specifications.
“Now you need to catch up with your training, in every possible sense, so your level of humiliation has had to be increased from the very start, I hate to admit it but you really are quite pompous and stuck up with a growing superiority complex but once we have that knocked into shape, well the punishment will lessen over time. But this isn’t just my ideas being made flesh, your mother had quite a lot of input. Especially with these”, Giles said as he pulled the now meek puppy girl towards him and flicked at the bells hanging sweetly from the silver clamps on her engorged nipples.
The front of the suit had two large holes where not just her teats but her whole breasts swung free and tinkled gently with every tiny movement.
“Yes, Joyce thought it necessary to humble you from the very beginning so we could remould you as fast as possible. She doesn’t feel any ill will to you or else she would have asked me to make this spell permanent, but as it is, you have a lot of improvement to make in your demeanour and level of respect you give unto others”
Her whines and gruff noises were as irritating as her usual whines, but with the O-ring gag behind her moulded latex muzzle forcing her red lips wide apart Buffy could only many undecipherable noises sounding like Rain Man….eating salt water taffy…..while drowning in a Jacuzzi.
“Now what did I say about your whining? Oh well, I guess you actually want to take this further then, well who am I deny your needs?”
Giles’ index fingers latched round the sharp edges of Buffy’s jaw just under her ears and pressed a blue rubber ball with his thumbs until it finally popped past the O –ring gag and plumped out Buffy’s cheeks absorbing all sounds so all she could manage were pitiful nasal whines as she felt the spell latch onto her deep rooted submissive side and let it flourish.
“Now girl, as I’ve already explained, this is for your own good. You need to learn a little humility and your mother, or should I say, your new trainer, well it was she who chose your new name”, smiled Giles as he held up her shining bone shaped name tag engraved with the name ‘Buttercup’.
“You can’t resist it my girl, you can’t fight it. Just be good and no-one will know of this side of you, but if you are a naughty puppy, well I’m sure Joyce and I will be able to correct your behaviour. Once Joyce has trained you to a decent standard I’m sure she will want to find a new owner for you, oh not like that, she doesn’t mean to sell or enslave you to anyone. No, she wants you to find someone to love you and also love Buttercup”
Her eyes widened even further as she pulled against her restraints and felt the cool evening air tickle her moist pussy which was exposed by the wide open hole in her doggie suit. For Buffy had dreamed of finding true love, preferably with someone who could actually cast a reflection, but now in her humble state, she feared everyone finding out and mocking her forever. Love was not even an option anymore, for who did she know who harboured such a desire for their own loving and obedient puppy girl?
Buffy’s suit was modified so it had moulded paws jutting out from her gel supported elbows, the unfurnished rear giving unrestricted access to her soring buttocks, which Giles had tanned only an hour ago with a wooden ruler. All his frustrations at her rudeness came flooding through as the thick ruler struck her behind over and over until Buffy was a congealing mass of sobs and whimpers.
She tried to sit down but she felt as if she was sitting on a griddle and her bottom was a forty ounce steak being charbroiled. Her eyes, painted in soft grey tones, looked up as she wobbled about on her stumps as she inched towards Giles hoping to plead for mercy but her pout was stretched wide and the Englishman was well versed in the art of spankology it seemed. But the Watcher knew well the art of Buffy’s manipulation using her wet soulful pupils and so had the latex hood he ordered come with pepperpot eyes, a dozen or so small holes over each eye would seal Buffy into the suit so it seemed no humanity was left.
The sharp knocking on the door broke Giles from his merriment at watching Buffy bouncing from stump to stump whining into her ball gag which pressed down firmly on her tongue.
“It’s open”, he called out.
“Sorry to disturb you Sir, I’m from UPS and I have a package for a Mr Giles”, said a man in his mid- thirties obviously embarrassed at having to wear brown shorts over his hairless legs.
“Yes that’s me, delivering late aren’t you?”
“Afraid so, traffic was backed up for miles after an accident just outside of town. Here you are Sir”
“Thankyou, I’ve been waiting for this”, smiled Giles as he looked over the long slim box.
“Nice dog, yours?”, the UPS man asked as he handed his well-chewed pen to Giles to sign the document of delivery. The uniformed man looked down on Buffy but could not see the latex smothered submissive with cute pigtails and fully exposed breasts as, due to the glamour, all he could see was a pretty Golden Retriever with bushy ears and a sweet collar which tinkled from a bell he could not see.
“No, it’s belongs to a friend”, replied Giles as he handed back the documentation bearing his flamboyant signature.
“A bitch?”, asked the UPS man.
“Sometimes”
“Huh? No, I meant is it a girl or a boy?”

“Oh, I see what you mean”, chuckled Giles as he patted the whimpering dog on it’s squeaky head, “Yes, it is a female”
“Does she have a name?”, the man in his drab uniform asked as he looked at the thick neon pink collar with clear rhinestones buckled tightly around the dog’s neck.
“Yes, she’s called Bu..er…Buttercup”, Giles said with exclamation as he could see Buffy’s eyes nearly take on the qualities of a Manga heroine.
“Buttercup? What kind of name is ‘Buttercup’?”, said the man in return as he opened the front door ready to leave.
’If it comes to that, what kind of name is Buffy?’, muttered Giles under his breath.
“Sorry?”
“Nothing, thankyou and good night”, said Giles as he closed the door behind the man and tore open the plain brown package and gave a thankful sigh.
“Oh thank goodness, I was starting to fear it wouldn’t arrive in time”, he said as he held up the pre-lubricated five inch butt plug attached to her short, but very fluffy, tail. “Now heel, Buttercup”
But Buffy backed off, her squeaking suit clinging to every inch of skin like she had been melted down and poured into it, as she felt the soft squidge of gel under each elbow and knee upon which she had to walk now. Bumping into the antique writing bureau Buffy felt like shrivelling into nothingness as the bells tinkled out with a mockingly sweet sound but there was no escape, no phone to turn to, she swore as she wished Faith was here to help her.
“I said heel Buttercup, or should I fetch my ruler again? I have all night and that ruler isn’t going anywhere”, said Giles with well etched words to convey his utter dominance of the small puppy. He had spent many hours stretching out her anus with his fingers waiting for the tail to arrive and had to use a stop gap method to keep her gaping maw open. But now the package was here he could finally retrieve the handle of his egg whisk from her behind.
Buffy stopped in her wobbling tracks, her leash now trailing under her body and between her legs as she tried to turn but the swift connection of Giles’ open palm to her tender buttocks made the slayer stop moving altogether as he slipped the plastic handle from her hole to an audible sigh. But was it one of relief or sadness?
Giles crouched down by Buffy’s prone rear and, in the method Mrs Post had performed upon Faith on her first ‘tailing’, took up the slack of the leash before kneeling on it so she could not run nor buck, he moved the ribbed circle of latex by her rosebud and slid the thin end past the entrance which had never been breached by someone with a pulse. She squealed into the rubber ball and pulled against the leash but she was trapped with her head nearly at the floor and her ass up high, he pushed it further down her dark chute as the moulded rubber shaft tapered out widely until the base was nearly two inches thick pushing apart her tight skin.
“Wasn’t it Faith who called you ‘a stuck up tight ass’? Well now look what’s been stuck up your tight ass”, Giles joked as he wished someone was there to appreciate his efforts at humour. It nestled deep as the fluff of the tail touched the seat of the latex covered ass and Giles twisted the base into the screw thread and sealed the tail in firmly as Buffy’s paws jumped up and down in shock and unwanted delight.
“There, now I best get you home to your new trainer, come along Buttercup. Heel”, he said getting back to his feet and wiping the dust from his tweed trousers, making a mental note to buy a new vacuum cleaner seeing as Buffy broke the last one.
But as the leash was pulled Buffy dug back a bit but could feel her latex paws slipping on his hardwood floor as she was dragged ever closer to the door. With her mind suffocating on thoughts of compliance and the soft hum of her pussy Buffy wanted to cry, to be held in tender arms once more, for she was the slayer and felt she deserved everything in this world. And have to pay no consequences for thoughtless word or disrespectful action.
“Now girl, if you heel now then I will take you in my car, if not then I will walk you all the way home. So what will it be?”
Buffy’s head hung low and her shoulders slumped in defeat as her quiet surrender made her shudder all over, a lone line of drool hung from her wide open muzzled mouth and stuck to the floor as, with just one wobbling pace of her latex encased stump, she stepped towards a new future.
One that Giles hoped she would learn from and become a much better version of Buffy than the spoilt brat she often turned into.
But he had the will and the means to help her….or she may end up in her suit and collar for a good deal longer. Even permanently if her mother turned trainer didn’t see some improvements in her demeanour.
And for her sake, it had better be soon.
Meanwhile, at Mrs Post’s house
“So why are you saving the leftovers, Mrs Post?”, asked Willow as the Watcher scraped the remnants of food from the used plates and into a tupperware container.
“Well, you never know when table scraps might come in handy, my dear”, she replied as the blush on the face of the slayer grew to a light pink for she knew what would be for lunch tomorrow if she misbehaved or let slip a torrent of foul language, something she indeed did while she and Mrs Post watched the Red Sox game before dinner nearly two weeks ago.
In return Mrs Post said only one word.
The trigger word.
The Sox lost and Fifi was quick to re-appear to beg and whimper at Mrs Post’s feet for the odd scrap of food which the slayer nibbled from her hand that night. And for the entire following day.
“Will you hand me your bowl, Faith?”, asked Willow knowingly.
“W-what?”, choked out the slayer across the small round table that had been neatly set with napkins and shining cutlery but now, at the end of the meal, was a collection of dirty glasses and half eaten entrees.
“Your bowl? The one you’re holding?”, the redhead motioned as Faith’s eyes glanced down to the plain white ceramic bowl in her hands which only held the faint traces of the toffee ice cream she had devoured in seconds.
“Oh yeah…right”, she said shyly handing it to Willow who in turn passed it to Mrs Post who was busy gathered up the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink.
“You ok? You seem a little….jittery”, said Willow slyly but she needed to know just how deep these stirrings ran, just how deep her recently unearthed convictions ran, and tonight she would find out. For the witch had decided to have some fun and the answers would only manifest in clitoral clenching or dismissal, by the end of the night she would know upon which path her destiny lay. And she hoped it would be to a certain brunette.
“Er..yeah…five by….I mean, I’m fine…thankyou”, Faith corrected politely as she tried to avoid the wide beaming smile she knew Mrs Post was flashing down. But as she did her face contorted in a meek grimace for the equation of ‘thoroughly spanked ass + wooden chair’, rarely equalled luxury. But as she fidgeted on her full bottom, each stinging blow seemed to have life breathed back into it with a comfort which she now not only cherished but seemed, to her dismay, to actively seek.
“Not used to dating?”
“Date? Y-you think this is a date?”, stammered Faith.
“Well….isn’t it?”, asked Willow, her confidence cleaved in twain by Faith’s reluctant answer.
“Er..yeah….sure. I-if you want it to be”
“Cool”
“Don’t slouch Faith”, said Mrs Post gently as she gathered up the glasses which were drained of the sparkling grape juice served with dinner.
“Sorry”, the slayer replied as she sat up straighter in her chair.
Being polite made her feel good about herself, like each polite word and courteous mannerism were a giant middle finger to the Faith she had been forced to become from her malnourished, love starved youth. In order to survive the streets of Boston Faith had to become a bad ass, and she had played the bad ass for so long she didn’t know how to be anything else. But now Mrs Post had freed her of the soul charring existence she could barely define as ‘a life’. But Faith still didn’t know what her life was now, as the existence of her obedient puppy side still confused the hell out of her.
That afternoon when they were going over some brain mangling equations, after being released from the choke of the latex doggie suit and a quick fingering in the shower, Faith been confronted by Mrs Post on the issue of her feelings when being treated as Fifi. Thought the Bostonian had denied it at first she soon melted under the kindly glare of her Watcher and reluctantly spilled out the truth.
That she didn’t want to be bad anymore but the rush she felt from being punished, the buzz of being so humbled that Faith felt her heart in her throat most of the time, it was the most delicious thrills of she had never known. That in the last few weeks the tables had turned so much, that now she sought it, for being Fifi was no longer a punishment for her, but a reward.
And in that moment Mrs Post took the sobbing Faith into her arms and soothed her. The Watcher let all of the fears and tears flood from the muddled head of the slayer and just held her with such reverence and sympathy that could feel her heart scream out with the love she was now feeling for this young girl. It was a turning point for if Faith was to act out at school and fail in her duties as a slayer then she would be put in the doggie suit which she, when she thought Mrs Post wasn’t looking, liked to lick clean on her hands and knees in the solitude of her bedroom. But such a plan would only end with failure on all sides so from that moment on Mrs Post decided that Fifi would only be allowed to come out and play if Faith tried her hardest at school, slayed her damnedest and was a polite young lady to all.
It was all the motivation Faith now needed to be good as gold. It was all she needed…..to finally find happiness. Which was part of the reason why as she ate dinner, unbeknownst to her companions, she had a thin butt plug, only about three inches long and the thickness of a finger, nestled in her ass for without a sliver of rubber up her ass she felt somehow empty. She silently felt the nestling in her back door for she needed it for the moulded intrusion was like a security blanket for her.
But Mrs Post had found the empty plastic packaging in the trash and smiled as she knew just what kind of girl Faith really was at heart. As she watched Faith’s subtle tweaking of her cheek muscles with every slight movement the haughty Englishwoman could see how her charge, finding the solace and relief from her puppified state, was slyly trying to hold on that self of assurance by dragging shades of Fifi into her life as Faith.
“Willow, you haven’t said anything about Faith’s dress, don’t you think she looks lovely?”, said Mrs Post bringing herself back into the conversation.
“That’s what I said when I came in”, squeaked Willow, happy that her opinion had been seconded as they stared on at the svelte figure before them. ”Faith, you look really…”
“Stupid?”, scoffed Faith feeling foolish in her little black dress which hugged her curves well, showing a hitherto unknown sophisticated edge to the slayer.
“No, I was going to saying you look really pretty”
“Yeah, pretty stupid”
“Oh ye of little faith. Can’t you take a compliment?”
“I’m working on it”, shrugged back in the house she was rapidly calling ‘home’. A name for a dwelling she had never used before as, despite the humiliation raining down on her, Faith had never felt more complete. Like the missing pieces of the jagged puzzle that was her life were finally being slot into place.
“But what’s with your own get up?”, asked the slayer to the redhead who had been wearing a silly smile all evening.
“W-why? Do I look stupid?”, asked Willow suddenly feeling foolish as she smoothed down the crisp lapels on her neatly pressed white pantsuit making her look like a beacon of purity to fog her simmering deviancy. She had only worn it once to her cousins wedding last year but she felt tonight was the perfect time to radiate her sleek beauty in a hard edged shell of quiet elegance.
“No, far from it….you look great”
“Well I figured as you would be so far out of your comfort zone, then so would I”, Willow smiled back making her green eyes flicker with tenderness.
As Faith felt her lips tug into a soft smile she couldn’t help but feel the fluttering of her heart at such a thoughtful gesture, it made her think there was a lot more to Willow that met the eye. And the slayer couldn’t wait to unravel the enigma that was the shy, slightly hippie, flame haired beauty.
Under the table Willow slid her hand into Faith’s, which fit perfectly as if moulded for one another, and they both felt a surge, like one-point-twenty-one gigawatts had been pumped into their veins.
“Faith’s birthday is coming up soon, we were thinking of having a party as she’s never had one before”, said Mrs Post as she filled up the sink with scalding water and slipped on her yellow rubber gloves.
“Never?”, asked Willow shocked as she saw the sudden hurt dance across Faith’s features, she slid her hand from their holding onto the slayers bouncing thigh and smiled gently.
“No, so I thought we could have the party here…maybe even a costume party, wouldn’t that be fun?”, said the Watcher over her shoulder.
“Huh? I never said that”, said Faith in surprise.
“Oh yes, let’s do that”, enthused Willow.
“Then it’s settled, make sure you invite all your friends. Mr Giles and Mrs Summers too”
Faith’s mouth fell open at Mrs Post’s suggestion, though she knew it was an order, as by inviting those who knew her secret could never be good, and as for a costume? Oh dear.
“But only if you keep your grades up Faith, come to think of it, Willow I hear you are quite intelligent…for a colonial that is”, said the be-suited woman.
“Well that’s one way to put it…but yes”
“Good, because as you know Faith is starting school next week and despite her best efforts I know with slaying and training…”
“What is with you, Red?”, quipped the slayer as Willow once more coughed on the word ‘training’.
“N-nothing, please continue”, said Willow as she felt herself blush a little as the notion of having Faith at her tender mercies stirred her honey pot more and more each time
“Thankyou, as I was saying, I think Faith needs a little extra tutoring. After school for a couple of hours, would you like to help”, asked Mrs Post kindly.
“Yes!”, Willow snapped back hurriedly as spending time along with the slayer was an opportunity not to waste, “I mean, yes. I would be glad to help”
“And don’t worry as I will pay you well”
“Money really isn’t an issue”
“Then what?”, quizzed Mrs Post as she could see the sparkle in the redheads eye and the dry lusty heave of her chest. The Watcher exchanged a sly smile with the redhead and, like a meeting of understandings; they leant back in their exchange.
“Oh, I think we may be able to come to…an understanding”, said Willow as her wry grin blossomed into a giggle.
“Huh? Am I missing something here?”, asked Faith looking between the shared smile of the two women who filled her heart with such joy.
“Oh, don’t be so paranoid, sweetie. Now you two go and watch TV while I clear up”
“Need a hand?”, offered Faith with sincerity. Not through fear of exposure or punishment, but she had started to grow fond of the woman who had released her from the manacles of self-doubt and rage.
“No, you go enjoy yourself”, smiled back Mrs Post warmly.
“Cool, thanks Mrs P”
“But no horseplay”, the Watcher finished as she gently goaded Willow once more.
“OK, no horse play”, replied the witch with sarcasm filling her words.
Faith felt Willow take her hand and lead her into the living room which still needed some decoration. The slayer was taken aback by the show of bravado from the usually shy redhead, but something within her didn’t snatch her fingers back, she merely let herself be gently pulled into the living room behind the witch whose chunky heels clunked heavily on the floor and they slumped down on the soft blue sofa, it’s padding wrapping itself around their sweet derrieres.
“So, do you want to do this again? Maybe go on a real date?”, said Faith as they looked deep into each other’s eyes.
“A date? I thought we decided that this was a date?”
“I meant one without a chaperone, y’know. Go for dinner, then to the Bronze and a late night walk home under the moon”
“You like that do you?”
“What?”
“Going for walks?”, smirked Willow trying hard not to let her pounding heart and moist gusset get in the way of the serenity of the moment.
“W-what do you mean?”, asked Faith as her cheeks rouged well.
“Nothing”, quipped the redhead in reply.
“Faith, you should go get changed if you’re going on patrol”, called Mrs Post as she stepped back into the small but cosy living room wiping her hands on a chequered tea towel.
“Okay, back in a minute, Red”, said the slayer brightly as she gave Willow a squeeze of the hand before scurrying away to her room in a blur of strappy heels and sleek black dress.
“So Willow, I’m glad we can have a moment in privacy, I want to talk to you about something”, said Mrs Post as she sat down next to the redhead and adjusted the cufflinks shining from the cuffs of her ivory silken blouse.
“Yes, Mrs Post?”
“I take it you are interested in Faith, romantically I mean”
“Er…sort of…that is…I mean…to say….well…”
“It’s alright Willow”, said Mrs Post with a kindly smile as she patted Willow on the knee of her well pressed white pants, “We’re all women of the world here, and you don’t have to lie to me.”
“Ok”
“So you do like her?”
“Yes…yes I do. And in that dress…..wow!”
“You know despite her bravado, Faith is incredibly insecure, she thinks people will laugh at her for trying to embrace her femininity”
“But she looks great”, protested Willow in defense of the girl she wanted to know more.
“That she does, she admitted to me that she slept around as she was so far in denial, she thought that if she got as much phallic action as she could then it would drown out these Sapphic feelings, but it didn’t work. It never does. She’s been swathed in denial for so long that she mistrusts most she meets…I hope she can trust you Willow”, said Mrs Post in all seriousness.
“Yes, of course she can”
“Good, because I take you know”
“Know what?”
“Don’t be coy with me, you know all about Fifi”
“Well…yes. I was in the library the other day”, replied Willow with a sly grin.
“Well I’m glad that’s out in the open, but playing with Fifi, well it shouldn’t be the basis of a relationship, more as a fun optional extra and Willow, it should always be an option, it should always be her choice for if you ever hurt her in any way, well let’s just say I have an extra collar just in case, and this one won’t come off. Understand?”
“Yes Ma’am, don’t worry. I have no intention of hurting her. Even if this thing with Fifi wasn’t here, I still want to try dating her”
“Maybe more than just dating I wager”
“I..oh…well..yes”, said Willow feeling under the awe of the strong and sensual woman.
Until now, Willow never had the self-assurance to confront her Sapphic needs in such a decadent manner, but now it was being offered to her she decided to take the bull by the horns….or the doggie by the leash.
“I bet you’ve had these feelings for a long times haven’t you Willow? But with no outlet for them you just assumed there was something wrong with you, you felt alone and as if you were a freak that no-one else in this world thought and felt the same things as you. Well my dear, you are not alone. Happiness comes in many forms so when you finally find it, I say embrace it. As Faith so often says – ‘want, take, have’”, smiled Mrs Post.
“A-and you are like cool with all this? That Faith and I could get to be…you know…”
“I know this is going so fast but when you know something is right, when you feel it in your heart, well in this lifestyle where slayers die often, there is no time for procrastination. I think we both want Faith to live a long and happy life and fly in the face of tradition and put an end to that silly slayer myth. For I always thought that the length of a generation was eighteen, maybe twenty years, so all this lore about ‘one girl in every generation’ is utter rot, after all, we’ve had three slayers in two years. What kind of generation gap is that?”
But before Willow could agree they were both cut off by the sound of an eager brunette.
“Well Red, ready to motor?”, asked Faith as she bounded back in the room wearing new blue jeans and a soft red t-shirt under her brown suede blazer.
“Glad you’re wearing the new jacket, Faith”, said her Watcher with a hint of pride that her slayer was trying so hard to become a new and better version of herself, with the proverbial carrot being dangled in front of Faith she would do all she could to seek out her future. With whomever it may be.
“Yeah, at first I thought it was kinda nerdy but…it’s not too bad. And plenty of room for stakes”, she grinned opening up her blazer showing off the pointed wooden shafts hanging from its insides.
“I just hope the stitching holds”, added Mrs Post as she had spent nearly two hours adjusting the blazer so it was suited for combat. “But the boots?”
“Well you can’t get the same impact from sneakers when your kicking undead….er… booty”, shrugged Faith. “Well I’m gonna walk Red home and then hit the semataries”
“Don’t be too late”, called Mrs Post as the slayer opened the door. “Bye Willow, it’s been lovely to meet you again”
“You too Mrs Post”
“Now run along you two. And Faith, take your crossbow, just in case”
“Sweet, later Mrs P”
“Willow, I hope to see you again soon, I did enjoy our little chat”
“Me too, bye”, grinned Willow as she slipped her fingers inbetween Faith’s once more and they stepped out into the moonlight with the redhead pulling the slayer along onto the twists of asphalt criss-crossing the town.
“So”
“So?”
“Sorry if Mrs P can be a bit nosy, but she’s real nice at heart and if she…”
“It’s cool, I like her”, said Willow as her confidence clamoured to new peak, her heart thundered as she stopped and pulled Faith towards her, their faces mere inches apart. Their rigid nipples almost able to clash.
“So…is this new?”, said Willow as she ran her fingers over the black leather belt with flat shining studs running along its edge.
“Yeah, Mrs P got it for me today”, said Faith not really thinking, she was too enveloped in the soft scent of rosehips coming from the redhead, she was awash in the gorgeous smile wrapping around her face.
“I like it…..you should wear things like this more often….thick leather…tightly buckled against your body….mmmmm”, purred Willow as she felt her skin charge with excitement.
“M-meaning?”
“Nothing…now shhh”, replied Willow as cupped Faith’s face with one hand and pressed her lips to the full succulent lips of the slayer.
They pressed into the kiss with kind of broiling lust that could sever hymens and cross international time zones. Neither of them noticed Giles driving past with a silent, sulking and very full bottomed slayer in his back seats.
Willow leant in and whispered through her smirk, “I know your secret”
“W-what do you mean?”
“The one you don’t want anyone else to know, the one that makes you squirm with joy”
“That I like Diagnosis Murder?”, scoffed Faith with a faint shimmer of embarrassment.
“Huh? No”
“Oh god, you don’t mean ‘cos I know all the moves to Smooth Criminal’ do you?”
“No, listen to me Faith…..I know….about Fifi”
Faith’s mouth dropped open as she felt Willow’s hand squeeze hers, the slayers heart clenching in ways she thought not possible outside of a near death experience.
“Y-y-you….I…I….who?”
“Oh don’t try to deny it sweetie, I was in the library the other day. I saw it all, I heard it all”
“I..I….oh shit...please Red..er, Willow…please don’t tell anyone…please”, said Faith with a wobbling lip.
“Mmmm”, Willow purred sexily as she slipped her arms around the waist of the furiously blushing slayer and drew her in closer, “I like it when you beg……like a good doggie”
“I….”
“It’s alright baby, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret”
“Yeah….until I screw something up and you want to hurt me if I don’t do everything you say?”, said Faith with anguish parading in her wet eyes.
“Oh god no, I would never want you to do anything against your will, and I’m not blackmailing you.”, the witch strongly reassured, “But when I think of you…..in that suit….all on a leash….with the collar and….oh god…”, Willow said with increasingly raspy breath as she lunged into Faith’s lips and let her tongue slither past her teeth.
As Willow pushed harder she felt her head fill with images of glossy latex, stiff leather and hard paddles, her tongue was like an invading force, hordes of rampaging hormones lay waste to her shyness.
As Faith felt her mouth invaded she couldn’t help the whimper which slipped from her throat to be swallowed by Willow, as if she was handing over the reins of her control.
And Faith liked it.
Meanwhile, at the Summers house
“Hello there Buttercup, I am your new trainer Mrs Summers”, said Joyce with a strict mask forced upon her face when all she wanted to do was pet her docile little doggie and make a fuss of such a sweet looking plastic doll. But she knew that if Buffy were to be corrected of her many glaring faults, then they would have to start off on the right footing.
“You look….wonderful Joyce”, smiled Giles as he handed over the leash to the uniformed woman who smiled back gratefully.
“Thankyou…and thankyou so much for Buttercup”
“You’re very welcome, I just wish we’d thought of it sooner”
“Indeed, well I’ll bid you a good night and I’ll see you tomorrow so we can start bright and early”, said Joyce as she watched Giles slip out the door.
“Of course, oh but I better tell you the trigger word…”, he said before whispering the word in her ear which made her laugh at the delicious irony of it.
“That’s wonderful, I’ll see you tomorrow for breakfast”
“Indeed, goodnight Joyce…..goodnight Buttercup”, said Giles with a rasp of laughter as he pulled out his car keys and strutted down the path whistling a jaunty tune.
Before Buffy’s head could try and refashion some kind of rational thought she felt her body walk along on creaking limbs covered in shining gold latex into the kitchen as Joyce pulled the leash in encouragement. Buffy’s dehumanized shape shuffled forward accompanied by the annoying tinkling of the bells hanging from her aching nipples, she barely noticed the crisp crackling of her stumps on the newspapers which now covered the kitchen floor. Her brazed buttocks rubbed against her second skin as, without thinking, she crawled forward as Joyce unclipped the canvas leash and herded Buffy into the dull steel cage sitting on the floor.
“Now sleep tight Buttercup, as you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, so good night my lil’ puppy”, said Joyce as she locked the cage door and turned off the light bathing her new doggie in darkness. She had so much she wanted to do and explain to Buffy but Joyce could wait for tomorrow, though she knew she wouldn’t be getting that much as she tingled with excitement at what the dawn would bring.
Buffy just raised her muzzle up the bars of the cage and whimpered as her ass burned, her soul crushed and her body was shrouded in a rubber skin so tight that each deep breath seemed to let it’s latex fibers seep further into her pores as if were a living breathing entity bonding with her.
A single tear ran down Buffy’s face as she slumped down into the thick blanket on the bottom of her cage, but as the tail plug in her bottom swelled out her rear end she could tell it wasn’t a tear of pain or hatred, but forged from the humiliation coursing through her.
Her cheek twitched as she tried to get comfortable but the rubber tool deep within her anal chasm flickered her mind as Buffy tried to chase the thoughts away for she couldn’t believe that with this deluge of shame and butt searing activity that she was…..turned on.
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