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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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(For Saladied….stop running around the house! ;) But keep that smile ablazing. Luvya. xx)
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In Ashfield Semetary, late at night
Faith ducked under a badly timed fist, her dark locks flailing wildly in the cool night air, and slammed her knee into the midst of the recently risen vampire, she reached inside her figure hugging blazer but found no stake to send the creature back to the underworld.
“A little help, Red”, she called out to the young woman was now officially her girlfriend who fumbled in her fraying tote bag, hissing as she caught her fingernail under her dented CND pin badge.
“Catch”, yelled Willow as she tossed her girlfriend the weapon in the glaring moonlight that bore down across the graveyard.
“Oh that’s it man, dust time…”, said Faith as she kicked the vampire until his spine cracked on the headstone of one Mr Noble who had been interred these past three years. “….what the hell?”
The slayer had grabbed the thrown stake and slammed it into the chest of the undead fiend but instead of a blizzard of cold ash and a witless parting remark, all that rang out through the semetary was a loud long squeak.
Both Faith and the vampire looked down in confusion as in her hand was not a sharpened sliver of wood but a brand new rubber toy bone.
“Red, that is so not funny”, the slayer snapped at her girlfriend who was doubled over laughing.
“Sorry baby, I couldn’t resist….arf, arf”, chuckled Willow as she watched the blush which, even in the dull moonlight, shone on Faith’s face.
“What the…”, but before the vampire could finish his question, the slayer, in the blink of a doe eye, reached to the ground and picked up a snapped branch and slammed it’s sharp point into his unbeating heart sending down a shower of dust.
“You know, I’m surprised you didn’t catch it in your teeth and bark”, tittered the witch who sauntered over with a wry grin plastered to her face.
“Jesus, Red. This is life and death we’re playing with here. What were you thinking?”, huffed Faith as she wiped down the dust from her jacket and felt Willow’s arms slide around her waist as they came face to blushing face.
“I’m sorry baby, I just thought it was….I’m not laughing at you, honestly. But I just want to help you embrace the other side of your life that totally needs to be succumbed to…..by both of us. Together we’ve been given the chance to be happy in ways we never thought possible”, said Willow as she kissed her girlfriend on the pouting lips which instantly slid into a warm smile.
“But what do….nevermind.”, said Faith as she felt herself melt in the soft green orbs bearing down on her and boring into her soul.
The witch and the slayer had been near inseparable for the last three days and had been for dinner, studied hard, even to the funfair on the pier, and in the moments they spent together their hearts unfurled and formed into one vibrant rhythm as they spoke of their innermost desires. Though Faith flinched at how well Willow knew her and felt the same, she now knew she needed Willow in her life, to be part of her life always.
All of her life.
Slaying with Willow was very different than slaying with Mrs Post the night before, her Watcher taking the place of the flame haired temptress who had left their date early to do some homework.
But it was nothing to do with school.
*****FLASHBACK – The Night Before*****
“Faith? Are you alright?”, asked Mrs Post as she helped the struggling form of Faith from the tangle of the wilting bush she had been thrown into by the vampire who was now but a pile of ash wafting away in the breeze.
“Yeah….I guess. So you staked him then?”, the brunette snorted back petulantly.
“Yes, but I must say…it wasn’t as exhilarating as I thought it would be. Faith…what is it? What’s wrong? Is it because you don’t like the fact that I slayed that demon when you couldn’t”
“I would’ve if my pants hadn’t got snagged”, huffed Faith.
“Then what is it? I saved your life and…”
“Yeah…but…..you only did it….’cos your my Watcher”, said the slayer a little sheepishly.
“Oh you silly sausage. Do you honestly think that I saved you because it is my job?”, chuckled the English woman who looked at her doe eyed charge whose gaze refused to wrench from her shining boots. Faith had told Mrs Post that she had shined her boots in order to impress her girlfriend, but didn’t say she had done it with her tongue as her fingers slid in and out of her dribbling pussy. But Mrs Post knew a lot more than she ever let on about the emerging deviant side of Faith’s nature which desperately needing sating.
Faith just shrugged in reply as Mrs Post lifted her crestfallen chin with a gentle thumb.
“Faith look at me, you are more to me than just my slayer, I hope you’d know that by now”, said Mrs Post as she pulled a twig from Faith’s tangled hair and gently cupped her dirty cheek. “Now come on sweetie, let’s go home”
“Yeah, alright”, Faith grinned back slowly as she slipped into Mrs Post’s arm which slid around her shoulder as her Watcher kissed her sweetly on the head.
“You have those new sheets to try out too”
“Yeah, I can’t wait. Thanks Mrs P, you totally kick ass y’know”
“Thankyou Faith…..but you can call me Gwen….if you like”
“Thanks….Gwen”, said the slayer with a broad and sincere grin at both the unfettered affection her Watcher showered her with, but also the blood red rubber sheets which now stretched over her bed. A small gift from Mrs Post to show how proud she was of how much Faith had progressed and the slayer couldn’t wait to let the cool rubber slide over her naked skin as her collar pressed around her neck during her slumber.
“You did very well tonight, seven vampires and a G’farl demon. I’m very impressed, but are you happy to be slaying full time? I know it’ll eat into your time with Willow but until this situation with that ineffectual clod Mr Giles is sorted then you are the only slayer in town to…”
“Yeah, what’s with all that? You never did tell me the whole story”, butted in Faith.
“Well, when Mr Travers called me he said that Mr Giles had been summoned back to the Council headquarters in an emergency. There is a certain evil brewing over the hellmouth near Dusseldorf..”
“Huh?”
“It’s in Germany”, said Mrs Post bluntly.
“I know that, I meant just how many hellmouths are there?”
“Six, at last count. All dormant for the most part, the slayer is posted here on the Sunnydale Hellmouth as it’s the one that currently most active. Do you honestly think that the Council is this big worldwide organization who sit and twiddle their thumbs waiting for reports from one girl on one hellmouth? We train potential slayers all over the world, fighting demons who try to amass their power, and stopping apocalypses on a regular basis. You see, the slayer is just one cog in a much larger machine”
“Wow, I never really thought about the size of the Council before, but Mrs P…..about Giles?”, mused Faith as she reached to her neck, the fashionable velvet choker was no substitute for her real collar but she knew that discretion was called for in certain situations.
“Sorry, I digress….anyway, Mr Giles agreed to go undercover to infiltrate this coven in Dusseldorf but what I didn’t know was that, to ensure his safety, the Council performed a little memory spell on him so the mind readers of this nefarious cult can’t tell he’s a mole. The problem is…the spell he used on Buffy is very specific and can only be removed by the one who cast it…..so until his mission is over and he returns, well I’m afraid Buffy will be under the submissive streak the magic feeds on, no way to fight against the trigger word, and no slayer powers”
“Bummer for her”
“Yes indeed”, said Mrs Post with a mild chuckle, “But it’s not like she was destined to stay here for much longer”
“Meaning?”
“Let me be honest with you here Faith, you were always going to be brought to Sunnydale, the Kakistos incident just accelerated the process. You see the Council were at their wits end for between Buffy’s arrogance, disobedience or plain stupidity, and once combined with Mr Giles’ incompetence to handle a slayer properly; it seemed an apocalypse was brewing on a near weekly basis here. Demons are very predictable in their behaviour so I don’t know why he didn’t pre-empt each strike and stamp his authority over the hellmouth before it got out of control. It was obvious Mr Giles was way out his depth so the Council only kept Mr Giles and Buffy as active members of the Council until suitable replacements could prove themselves to be as good, or in our case, even better. With a Watcher with new ideas which will revolutionise slaying and a slayer who, due to my own training, is now much better than Buffy ever was, well we are the new official guardians of the hellmouth.”
“Really? You mean Buffy is no longer gonna be a slayer here?”, gasped Faith as though she loved to think of Buffy in the same situation as her, she didn’t know that such consequences would befall her counterpart.
“Not until the spell is lifted, anyway, with you and I here she is superfluous to requirements. What was it that Buffy used to say, ‘What’s the first rule of being a slayer? Don’t die’, well I’m afraid she failed that at almost her first major hurdle, her clinging onto her old slayer powers was by accident for the slayer line moved on to Kendra and then to you, that’s why Kendra returned here so she could deliver the news about her taking over slayer duties in this town, shame about her as she really was a fine girl. It was her Watcher who wanted Mr Giles and Buffy to face a disciplinary hearing over her death, if it were not for her fornication with that child molester…”
“Hey, I thought Angel was one of the good guys”, protested Faith half-heartedly.
“Oh please, he is over two hundred years old and so ‘noble’ that he seduced a naive and spoilt sixteen year old girl, but how magnanimous of him to wait until her seventeenth birthday to finally copulate with her. Now forgive me if I‘m wrong but under American law you have to be eighteen to have intercourse, no matter how consensual it is, otherwise it is classed as statutory rape. So this makes the so called ‘good guy’ Angel a rapist and a grand, grand, grand paedophile”, Mrs Post snorted derisively.
“Woah, chill out Mrs P. You’re goin’ off on one again”
“Sorry honey, where was I? Oh yes, if Buffy was my charge I would have taken her into my authority right away and put her in a chastity belt, if Mr Giles had done that then Angelus would never had gone on his little murder spree. If you weren’t so accepting of your role as Fifi I certainly would have locked a chastity belt on you, but that’s all for another time. Anyway, I have talked to Mr Snyder at the school and after pulling a few strings, well I am now the new librarian at Sunnydale High and I can assure you I am more than qualified to excel at both my job and being your watcher….. and your guardian. Faith, now we’re on permanent assignment here I think I should start looking into buying a house for us. As property prices are so low we can get something really nice, with a lovely garden”
“Hang on…we….us?”
“Yes sweetie, we’re a team. You know that don’t you?”, asked the smartly dressed woman with a merry lilt to her words.
“Yeah…..cool….thanks Mrs P….for everything”
“You’re very welcome, now come along as we have to do our report for tonight’s activity”
“Ah man, do we have to?”, whined Faith like a child as she opened the passenger side door of the Watcher’s car.
“Yes, and we still have to discuss that pack of zig zags I found with the top ripped off”, said Mrs Post with raised eyebrows. Faith had forgotten what still lay in her bottom drawer which still hearkened back to her beer stealing, bong hitting, pickpocketing ways of old.
“Oh…that”, replied the slayer avoiding the stern gaze firing her way as she fumbled with her seatbelt, ”But surely this report can wait?”. Faith said trying to divert the conversation about her little setback a few weeks earlier which ended in the consumption of many Pringles and Mars bars.
“Well, you always have a choice, Faith. You can help me write up the report…..or on your first day of school would you like me to dress you in a nice school uniform and walk you to your first class? How about it Faith, would you like to wear a nice tie and blazer with white knees socks over your glistening mary janes and underneath your tartan skirt, instead of panties...”.
“I get the picture ok, and no I don’t”, said Faith with a groan as she knew such a taunt was swathed in the fabric of promise. But as they drove home the slayer felt so warm and loved in ways she never thought possible and grinned like a Cheshire cat on laughing gas.
****END FLASHBACK****
“Are you sure you can handle this? Doing the slaying all by yourself I mean?”, said Willow as she took Faith’s hand into hers and pulled her from the semetary out onto the cracked asphalt of the quiet streets.
“Of course I can, it’s what I was destined for. Mrs P made me realise that and now I am so focussed on it it’s unreal. Besides, who knows how long it’s gonna be before Buffy is back on her feet”, said the slayer as Willow chuckled at the unintentional pun.
“So when is Fifi going to meet Buttercup? It’ll be nice to have a playmate right?”
“Er..I…er….yeah”, Faith stammered trying to skip over the subject, “Did you go and see her?”
“Yeah, I went round there this afternoon. Mrs Summers told me that she’d phoned up Snyder and told him that Buffy was very sick and would be off school for a while, apparently he squealed in joy, but when I met Buffy….it was different. You see, I acted like the glamour worked on me too so just treated her like a real doggie. But seeing her all puppified….. it just did nothing for me, there was no dry breathing and no trickling pussy……that’s when I realized that’s it’s not the doggie-ness….or girls in general…or the submission….. it’s you”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah, I’m just a little miffed that I got to meet Buttercup before I met Fifi”
“Oh right….yeah….but…”
“But what? Don’t you love me?”, asked Willow with baited breath as her girlfriend had yet to utter the phrase.
“I do….I…I think I love you, Willow”, said Faith slowly as, with the emergence of these words, came a clarity of mind as she really knew it was her destiny to love the redhead, and be loved by her in return.
“Well I know I love you baby”, smiled Willow as she sank into the embrace of Faith as they sat on the weathered timbers of a bench just outside a boarded up antiques shop, “But I think you’re holding back on me. I can’t love all of you until I know all of you”
“Y-you mean….?”
“Yes, I think it’s time I met Fifi?”
“I-is that an order?”, said Faith with a strange timidity to echo the still of the evening air, with a pulse so rampant it threatened to burst her veins in a torrent of blood.
“God no!”, snapped Willow as she turned round and stared into her girlfriend’s soft brown eyes, “I just thought it’s about time you let me into your heart fully, to let me love all of you. Please baby, let me be a part of this with you”
“Red, you’re not listening……is…..that…an…order?”, said Faith spacing out each word and punctuating each silent gap with a sharp and lustful intake of breath as she descended into a lust she didn’t want to admit to for fear of seeming weak and on the streets of Boston, weak would get you killed. But with each moment she was with Willow she could feel her barriers crumble into dust. As her pulse thundered through her body Faith stayed silent with baited, hopeful breath.
As the words filtered through Willow’s mind the witch’s eyes sparkled with an almost audible resonance as she stared into Faith’s unguarded eyes and understood the real meaning behind her words. The slayer bit her lip as whatever Willow said next would drastically change their relationship
“Red, you’re zoning out here….I asked…is …that..an…order?”
“Yes. Yes it is, tomorrow morning I will come round and you will introduce me to Fifi, understand, girl?”, said Willow with a crisp, precise tone as she nearly felt her legs buckle at the tremendous rush flowing through her system, like a drug spliced from heaven’s own stash of ecstasy.
“Yes….. Mistress?”
“Oh god, don’t call me that. It’s the cheesiest, lamest, most clichéd term to use. I am Willow and always will be, but apart from being ‘Willow-Faith’s girlfriend’ but I also want to be ‘Willow…..Fifi’s owner…or trainer….or handler’….whatever you need me to be. Now you will introduce me to Fifi tomorrow morning, got that? And I think you know what answer I want”, grinned the redhead as she put a finger under the slayers humble chin and raised it until their gazes pirouetted.
“I..I….”
“Now come along girl, you know what I want to hear”, encouraged Willow softly.
“W-woof”, said Faith.
With that one word finally aired the two young woman thrust their lips and tongues at each other and moaned in unison as both their slits frothed with feminine broth, one broiling with dominance and one bubbling with being dominated. Both could hear the rumbling of their clitorises as they blossomed into a blood filled bloom and begged to be plucked.
At the Summers’ house the next day
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The ivory handled hairbrush bounced of the wincing buttocks of Buttercup who drooled onto the floor. Her eyes clenched tight as the stinging pain burnt across her skin, but with the pepperpot eyes of her tight latex mask she could do nothing but stare out with the blank expression of a dumb animal. Joyce took a moment to re-fasten the loose mother-of-pearl buttons on her cuffs which stretched to nearly her elbows before ballooning into puffy sleeves as she sat on the edge of the sofa with rigid spine and curling lips.
“Oh don’t look at me like that Buttercup, you brought this on yourself with your potty mouth. Tut-tut, if you keep this up it’s going to be a long time before you go back to being Buffy. If only you could be more like Fifi”, sighed Joyce, “I thought by now you would be carrying everything in your teeth like a real doggie should. You had better get used to fetching things with your mouth as, until Mr Giles comes back, you’ll be like this for a while, so hopefully by that time you will have learnt to fetch my slippers or my cane with a bounce in your step and a wag of the tail”
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
“Now I hope you’ve learned this lesson girl, when you’re inactive you need to learn to either curl up nice and docile at my feet, sit quietly in the corner or go and lie on your doggy bed in the kitchen….. not trying to dry hump the credenza, understand Buttercup?”
“Mmmpphhh!”, replied the squirming form clad in shimmering golden latex. But Buffy could not crane her head above the level of a foot for her neck was wrapped in a new collar but it was not bound by buckles but fastened like a corset. The high leather of the posture collar pressed down into her collarbone and all the way up so her earlobes were pushed out a little, it held her jawline rigid and Buffy could not arc her head more than a few millimetres. The double up arms were pushed out in front of her as Buffy ‘presented’ her rear end for punishment in the way she had been taught to, eventually getting the message after many strikes of the riding crop the last few days, her rubber covered globes awaiting more stinging slaps from her new trainer.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
“Good, I hope you do. Now come along Buttercup”, said Joyce with a voice saturated in playful authority as she tightened the buckle around her new doggie’s modified ballgag and latched the clip of the canvas leash to the neon pink collar circling Buffy’s neck, “I think it’s time we accelerated your training, I fear I have indulged and spoilt you for all these years and been far too lax with my rules around here. Well no more, girl……no more. Come along, it’s time for breakfast and I bet you’re hungry too, right Buttercup”.
As she pulled the puppy along behind her, Joyce felt the long black satin skirt shimmy on her long legs as the pussy bow of her silk blouse, in a delicious shade of St Patricks blue, fell across her breasts, now plumped in the push up bra, and the woman who had run around after Buffy for so many years, finally felt her sense of self-worth reach the level it should always have been. But it had not been easy this morning.
For Joyce had been generous and allowed Buffy out of the doggie suit for the first time in over two days as she assumed Buffy was starting to learn her lesson about obedience, but as soon as her skin felt the delicate kisses of the morning breeze the one time slayer let out a torrent of foul abuse as the air turned blue and her face turned red as she pushed her mother back against the breakfast bar. Buffy was furious and, with the lack of her slayer powers fuelling her ire even more, fired out such cruel and twisted barbs at her mother, saturated in four letter words, that little over a minute later Joyce said the trigger word and suddenly Buttercup was in control and begging with a whimper on her knees.
Once the debilitating word had slipped from Joyce’s lips Buffy lay back and simpered quietly as the latex sheathes slipped back over her limbs before being sealed once more in the encasing catsuit. Due to Buttercup’s lack of obedience, Joyce had removed the deeply inserted tail and slipped an inflatable rubber plug twixt the soft peachy cheeks of Buffy and though it was tricky at first, she managed to slide the tube from the catheter deep in her pussy until it connected with the base of the plug.
Each time Buffy’s bladder released its warm flow, the urine travelled through the tube until it filled the plug with its pungent gift making it swell more and more until her anus was painfully distended, as if the stump of an amputee was claiming squatter’s rights in her colon. Everytime the urine filling the plug pushed apart her cavern walls, Buffy jiggled from stump to stump as if dancing on a sulphuric floor and the soft tinkling of the bells on her nipple clamps rang in her ears all the more. Mrs Post had given the catheter to Joyce the day before after their romantic candleit dinner as the Watcher hated to see something go to waste, Fifi had behaved so well that Mrs Post never needed to use the thin tube on her. So with another untrained doggie in their midst it seemed perfectly logical to use it to help Buttercup with her behaviour modification.
Buffy moved her mummified limbs forward as she felt her skin heat up at the endless shame being swathed upon her, the fierce spankings and the acute humiliation of having Willow see her as she was, but Buffy was at least grateful that the glamour had shielded her friend from witnessing her humbled state. As she descended to newer levels of shame Buffy felt disgusted at herself for getting so horny that rubbing herself against inanimate furniture seemed like a sensible option.
But as each gel padded elbow and knee clomped on the floor she felt the maddening rustling from her crotch for, due to Joyce being tired of changing the wet newspapers on the kitchen floor and spanking her puppy’s engorged nipples with various pieces of wooden cutlery for not asking to be let out for wee-wees, there now was wrapped a large and fluffy diaper around Buffy’s groin. Covered with black plastic panties to offset the golden glow of her latex bodysuit it made Buffy’s deformed stumbling even more pronounced as the older Summers woman lead the bondage puppy into the kitchen.
Though the catheter-butt plug interface would ensure no more dribbles on the linoleum Joyce wanted to take no chances, besides, it was humiliating enough to be latex puppy, but it almost soul shattering for Buffy to be a latex diaper puppy. Mrs Post had told her all about Fifi’s first day in diapers and her doggie suit but the submissive slayer had soon proved her obedience enough to not be put back in them…unless she was particularly naughty. The threat was always there now and with school about to start for her, Faith wanted to avoid such a public shame.
Joyce had wept with laughter on hearing how low Faith had sunk, but seeing how happy, well dressed and well behaved the Bostonian was now, Joyce knew that this was the only course of action if she was to save Buffy from becoming an egotistical General in the field of slaying.
“There you go sweetheart, I’m sure you’re hungry….so eat up. Go on girl, or do you not want to eat some real food today? I can liquidize the Alpo again if you like”, giggled Joyce as she heard the muffled bark from her pet to signal her willingness to eat her breakfast like a good puppy.
The gag in Buffy’s mouth was formed from a modified rubber ball which pushed out her blushing, yet hidden, cheeks and squeezed against her teeth. Through the middle of the ball ran a small tube the size of a drinking straw which stuck out about three inches from her moulded latex muzzle stretching back to the back of her throat. Her face lowered slightly and the tube pressed into the oatmeal which was watered down to the consistency of soup and Buffy slurped loudly as the cold slop ran through the tube and down into her empty gullet.
“But how lucky was I? I found a brand of dog food which is compatible with your digestion system. You know how you need that rich diet because of your underactive thyroid? Well, the richness of the dog food will balance perfectly with your dicey tummy, so I bought it by the case….shame it tastes so horrid, but if you’re good you will earn your food. But for now, oatmeal is good for you, very healthy and full of energy…might make your stool a little loose. But you have to earn the privilege of me removing your bottom plug as well, but lucky we have all those diapers we bought for Grandma’s visit last Easter. Now eat up Buttercup”
Joyce let the slobbering puppy attempt to eat and smiled warmly knowing that she was doing the right thing, for now Faith was slaying full time and more than ably assisted by her new Watcher, Joyce could have her Buffy back. Though now she had the chance to mould her into the young woman Joyce always hoped her daughter could be, for if Mrs Summers failed and the Buffy of old returned then all it would do would give credence to the idea that spoiled, middle class white girls should be able to get away with anything.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Mr Giles will be back soon and by then you should’ve be properly housebroken, and also acting like the responsible and polite girl I should have instilled in you since birth”, smiled Joyce as she fluffed out the pussy bow on her blouse once more, delighting in the soft material running through her fingers, “But I think we need to up our game, as they say, so once you’re finished Buttercup I think we should start on a more intense training level as you’ll never catch up to Faith at this rate. Oh, I think it’s time that Fifi came over to play, maybe she can show you how good this can be”
Buffy still couldn’t figure out, let alone believe, why Faith was so accepting of all this. She thought her mother must lying or that Faith was under some kind of mind altering spell sprung upon her by cunning demon folk. With each order Buffy felt herself give her dignity another IOU as she struggled to wrap her mind around all of this, oblivious to the fact that the magicks fed upon her deep rooted desires she had no notion of.
But as she felt her bladder opening and the swelling in her cavern begin, Buffy hated how she was getting turned on by each escalating degradation. Would she take the escape once offered to her for where else would she find such delicious vaginal teasing and torments?
“Oh good girl, you’ve nearly eaten it all up. Well done Buttercup”, said Joyce as she pulled the dog bowl away and dropped it into the stainless steel sink and wiping her hands, “Now come along like a nice puppy”
Buffy felt the slack of her leash being taken up as Joyce lead her back into the living room, a young woman morphed into a latex animal who sought to please her owner. She wobbled along trying to cease her peeing but the magic of the suit was very specific, Giles had let his deviant past influence his casting of the spell a little too well, and Buffy could not stop the steady flow seeping into the rubber stopper filling her cavity.
“Sit doggie…… I said sit! Did you not hear me? I said sit…now!”, said Joyce with a firm tone and smiled as Buffy widened her hind legs and slumped back on to her pained ass, swollen from the insides and encased in cherry blossomed skin. The moulded paws on her bound stumps waving in the warm air, her breasts bouncing feely and her nipples weighed down by the bite of the chrome steel clamps which had twisted slightly tighter this morning.
“Oohhnnmmff”, whimpered Buffy through the ball in her mouth as she felt the elephantine intrusion nudging her lower intestines.
“Sheesh, you really struggle to obey even the simplest of commands, Buttercup”, said Joyce with a grin as she saw a flicker of blinking skin through the small dots over the puppy’s eyes as it’s fiercely tight posture collar held Buffy’s head up rigidly.
“Uuiighhii”, whined the rubber coated former slayer as Joyce sat on the sofa and crossed her legs as she placed her hands demurely on her lap.
“Shhh girl, now I know you’re a little uncomfortable in all this but it’s all for your own good. I hoped you would be better than this, I guess I have no choice but to call in reinforcements”, Joyce snickered as she eyed the submissive doggie with a smirk. She picked up the phone and pressed the only number she had on speed dial.

Meanwhile, at Mrs Post’s house
“Faith, why are wearing just a robe? I thought I was going to meet Fifi today?”, said Willow with a bluster of disappointment as she looked over her girlfriend whose svelte figure was swathed in the soft tickle of white satin loosely tied around the waist.
“Well good morning to you too baby”, replied the slayer with a shaky sultry voice as she let her flame haired lover kiss her tenderly on the lips. “Mrs P wanted to talk us through it, y’know…make sure everything is five by….er….ok, I mean”
“Oh right, cool. So did you sleep well?”
“Best night ever”, grinned back Faith as she smelt the fresh coffee still lingering on Willow’s breath and ran her fingers along the witch’s hair which was tied back into a tight bun, her make up kept simple but alluring with soft red glossy lips and eyes framed in subtle black strokes.
“Ok baby, I have something to do first, just hold on…..love you too….Ah Willow, glad you made it, right on time as usual. I respect that”, said Mrs Post as she hung up the cordless phone and strolled into the living room beckoning the witch to follow.
Taking Faith’s clammy hand Willow pulled the heavy breathing Bostonian behind her until they entered the quiet confines of the room where all furniture had been pushed to the walls to create a wide open space.
“As you’re both so new at this I thought I would supervise for a while, I know how you feel about each other and I don’t want you to let your teenage hormones take you away on a path you will feel most reluctant to turn back from, even if one of you changes her mind”
“Oh… I see”
“But Willow, love the outfit, most apros pos”, beamed Mrs Post as the redhead stepped forward and smiled as she let Faith take her ankle length coat to show the tight pencil skirt clinging against her thin legs. Willow smiled as she looked in the mirror and smoothed out the crimson blouse sliding over her smooth skin.
“Thanks Mrs Post, I saw how Mrs Summers was dressed yesterday and thought I‘d try the same, y’know, starting off with a strict image for the doggie handler and all that”, smiled back Willow as she adjusted the knot of her black tie nestling up to her fastened collar and running down to be clasped beneath the embroidered corset which synched in her waist to a comfortable level, accentuating the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts.
“Well you look lovely my dear, now come on in and let’s get started shall we?”
“God yes”, replied Willow with a giddy grin and felt a massive pang of lust as she uttered her first command, “Stand in the corner Faith, hands on head”
Faith’s own pussy moistened even more as she, with a happy smile and a spritely step, shuffled backwards and faced the wall, her fingers intertwining on the crown of her head as she listened to her girlfriend talk to her Watcher in enthusiastic tones.
The witch looked down at the assortment of glistening latex and shining buckles on the floor, all of the highest quality and waiting for life to breathed in each one. Mrs Post explained, in excruciating detail, what each one was for and as each syllable wrapped in a delicious deviancy escaped her lips Willow could barely contain her excitement.
“And this….”, said Mrs Post holding up a thick plastic cone, looking like a transparent lampshade, which sat round Faith’s collar at certain times, “…is when she’s been a naughty girl. I cuff her wrists behind her back and lock this round her neck when I’ve caught her playing with herself, now she knows to keep that sort of behaviour confined to the shower or her bed, not whilst sunbathing in the yard or watching silly science fictions shows on telly”
“How does that work for Fifi?”, asked Willow with excitement dancing in her eyes.
“Fifi? No, this is for when Faith’s been naughty, right?”
“I..er…er…oo…w-w-well…I-I…”, stammered out the slayer as her blush boiled her skin for now her girlfriend knew of the punishment delivered to both the puppy and the young woman who wore her shell.
“But I thought that…”, said Willow with an inquisitive head tilt.
“No, I firmly believe that masturbation is necessary and good for you”, said the Watcher as she sat down next to the beaming witch.
“But don’t some dumbass politicians spout that masturbation is a sin?”
“Well they’re obviously not doing it right”, smirked Mrs Post, “But we’re veering off the point here, anyway Willow, you need to learn how to put Faith in her suit, if you do it wrong it will be most uncomfortable and may cause the loss of circulation in one of her limbs, and if she is gagged then she will end up in the Emergency Room with deep vein thrombosis before you even know what’s wrong”
“Come Faith”, said Willow raspily as the slayer stepped back over to the two woman, “So shouldn’t we use the trigger word?”
“Oh no, I disabled that as we don’t need it anymore, right Faith?”, said Mrs Post as she gave a slight nod of her head signalling the slayers next actions.
“Nope…or yes….I mean, we don’t need magic anymore….right”, coughed Faith as she stepped out of her robe and her freshly waxed naked body glided forward as she fell to her knees and showed off the plug nestled in her ass which she kept in at night like it was a security blanket for her. The two smartly dressed women sat on the sofa, smiling down warmly on the girl who radiated the need to submit to someone whose love bloomed in her heart.
“Well, let’s get started then shall we?”, said Mrs Post as she spent the next few minutes explaining about blood flow, lubrication and buckled support but in no time Faith’s limbs were bent up and sheathed in translucent latex, the slayer moaned in sensuous pleasure as the second skin slid over her own and was buckled into place before the smothering black glossy latex doggie suit, once her ass plug was slid out to a sad whimper from Faith, enveloped her body whole. The zip purred lightly as it fastened up and tightened the pull of plastic around her until every flaw and crease in Faith’s skin was smoothed out, with a small fizz the zipper fused into latex and formed a seamless wash of glossy black.
“Willow, wipe your lip please”, said Mrs Post with a hint of a snigger as she watched the witch’s drool ran down her chin for Willow felt the wrenching of her pussy as heart thundered and her eyes twitched with unbridled excitement.
“Huh? What….oh..right”, replied the redhead not dropping her gaze from the bound figure who creaked and shimmied in the encasing latex which Willow ran her hands all over sparking moans in both pup and handler.
The Watcher struggled as ever but she finally managed to slide the hood over Faith’s bowed head and as it touched the lip of her high necked collar, due to the fizzing magic, it sealed down and formed a smooth seamless stretch of shining black plastic trapping the willing slayer inside. The moulded muzzle stretched out slightly from her nose as Faith’s lips accepted the rim of the hood over her lips, but this new hood bought specifically for her use with Willow, had a stretch of elasticated latex along her cheeks to the pivoting rivet at the end of her jaw allowing her to open and close her mouth almost exactly mimicking a sweet little puppy dog.
As the plug tail was lubricated Willow nearly orgasmed seeing the moulded rubber tool slide into the gaping back door of Faith. It moved smoothly into the freshly douched hole until its base was clamped upon by the slayers anal lips and with one swift motion the tail was locked into place.
“Willow, we bought this for you. It’s not the collar I use on Fifi as we thought that you would want one to show your own independent level of ownership”, said Mrs Post as she pulled the crepe paper from the box and presented Willow with a shiny new collar.
“Wow, it’s beautiful”, gushed the redhead as she let her fingers trace over the firm leather circle with red rhinestones dotted along it’s edges, “But surely you should….”
“No, we talked about it and we thought that you should put Faith’s collar on as an act of your dominance and her submission”, said Mrs Post.
“Really?”, said the redhead as her clit throbbed to an almost audible level.
“Yes, go ahead”
Faith, now robbed of her humanity and freedom, shuffled closer to the witch and looked up with such shimmering eyes that Willow felt such stirrings in both her heart and pussy that she feared for the reality of this moment as such a scene had only been confined her late night masturbations. She caught the glare of the simpering bound puppy and felt a sheen of stern, yet loving, sincerity cross over her own.
“Faith….I mean, Fifi, by putting this collar on you it means you submit to me completely, to be my puppy dog to love and train and punish as I see fit, to be your owner and lover….. always”
“For God’s sake Willow, it’s not a ruddy wedding ring”, chuckled Mrs Post seeing the overly dramatic attentions of the redhead.
“I know, but I want her to understand fully just what this means….for both of us”
“Oh she does, we have talked this over for the last few days ever since you confronted her on the issue and, even though she is still nervous about it, she wants and needs this more than you know”, said the Watcher most amused at Willow’s rapid development.
“If you change your mind at any point I won’t think any less of you, I won’t love you any less, Fai. Do you still want this?”, said the witch, whose shyness was now cast off as a thing of the past as her confidence and dominance stalked her soul like welcome twin pronged blades.
Faith looked up with sparkling eyes and moistened pussy and nodded her consent.
“No sweetie, you know what I want”, said Willow with a wag of her finger in front of Faith’s lust misted eyes.
“Woof”, said the slayer with a creaking lustrous voice.
“I love you baby”, said Willow as she lay a small peck on the moulded button nose of Faith’s latex muzzle and slipped the thick leather collar around her neck and buckled it in place. The slayer felt it close around her skin and she purred with devotion as Faith nuzzled her face into the well-moisturised palms of the redhead who stroked the obedient puppy delicately.
“Willow, you’ve done very well…..but Faith got you something, we talked it over and I did the appropriate magic on the glamour so it’s the same as ever, here Fifi. Now give your present to your new owner”, said Mrs Post as she placed a small box on the floor by her feet.
Faith wobbled over and used her nose to nudge the small box across the thin beige carpet to Willow, the witch bent down and picked it up. Her mouth fell open as she pulled the gift out and spun it over and over in her hands in disbelief and joy.
For in her hands was a small tag in the shape of a heart which was engraved on both sides, one side bore the name ‘Fifi’ and on the reverse it said the words ‘Property Of Willow’.
“I..I…oh baby, this is so amazing!”, squealed Willow as she tickled her puppy dog behind the moulded latex ears.
“There is also an engraved key chain for you to match Fifi’s collar tag so you can carry it with you always, but on it you can carry the key…..to the padlock.”, explained Mrs Post.
“The what?”, said Willow as she looked once more into the box to see a small silver padlock dangling silently from a fob.
“To lock her collar on, silly. Think of it as a symbol of Faith’s utter submission, to show just how much she is willing to give of herself to you. Willow, she is giving you her trust and her heart. Please don’t break them”, said the Watcher with stern eyebrows.
“No Ma’am”, said Willow as she bit her lip for her dreams were becoming real as she felt a near orgasm burst through her system, “I swear on everything I hold in my heart, that I will never hurt my Faith…nor my Fifi”
Willow felt light headed as she fastened the new tag onto Fifi’s collar before slipping the loop of the padlock through the eyelet on the puppy’s collar. It snapped shut with a quiet click but to the doggie and her new owner, it was like a loud gong resounding within them for they, despite their youth and shot life expectancies, had found the other half of their hearts.
“Good girl, now I think it’s time you got to know your new puppy dog. Why don’t you take her out to the backyard where you can play for a while, she can show you just what a good puppy she is, right Fifi?”, said Mrs Post with a clap of the hands.
“Woof, woof”, said Faith as she shook her stiff latex tail side to side, it’s shaft rubbing her anal walls with a furious delight.
“Now fetch your leash for…”

“It’s ok….I..er…I brought my own”, said Willow with a dizzied head as she fumbled inside her purse and brought out a glossy red leash, “I thought the color appropriate”
“Very nice, so go ahead honey, Fifi is waiting”
“Fifi, would you like me put your new leash on?”, asked Willow as her shiny new pet felt her heart rattle within her breast and nearly bounced off the recently vacuumed floor as she rubbed her face against the redheads stocking clad leg.
“There’s my girl, now come along sweetie”, said Willow as she reached down to clip the leash onto the new collar, as she did so, Faith’s long wet tongue licked at her hand enthusiastically.
“No girl, calm down”, said the witch with a stern face and a wagging finger, but the sparkle in her eyes showed her bound lover just how much they both needed and wanted this.
“Mmm…..mmmm….mmm…”, whimpered the puppy as she prodded the witch’s shin with her front paw.
“That’s better, or else it will be spanky time for Fifi”, but as those words slipped from Willow’s lips, both she and her new puppy felt a synchronized swelling in their vaginal regions.
Pulling on the leash with glee, Willow lead her new puppy out the screen door, still needing repair from a mistimed crescent kick while slayer training, and into the bright glare of the sun.
“Now let’s start simple….sit Fifi!”, commanded Willow as the glistening puppy fell back on her well-plugged ass and brought her elbows up to chest level keeping her spine in perfect alignment.
“Good girl”, smiled Willow as she held out a small biscuit in her hand which Fifi’s mouth slipped round and gobbled up with a bark of gratitude.
“Not too many treats now Willow”, said Mrs Post as she sauntered up besides the beaming redhead, “As we don’t want to ruin her appetite for I thought we’d have ribs later…that way we can enjoy a nice meal as well having the satisfaction of watching Fifi chew on a bone like good doggie”
“Ok, no problems…now fetch, Fifi”, giggled Willow as she unclipped the leash and threw a Frisbee far across the garden. The squeaking latex cocooned Faith stumbled along after it on her supported knees and elbows, but even as she tried to get her mouth round the novelty flying disc, as her humiliation burned every inch of her fair skin, as the thick plug wriggled in her dank burrow, Faith couldn’t be happier. As if all the crap she had endured through her life was a test…and now she was revelling in her reward as, through the small holes in her doggie suit, her nipples popped out like champagne corks.
“You know Willow, I am very well versed in magic, much more than Mr Giles ever was, I still can’t understand why he never took someone with your talents and nurtured them. He should have been tutoring you in the elements and how to work with them for the benefit of all rather than the individual, to create an affinity with the forces of nature rather than learn magic through the trial and error of spells“
“You mean?”, gasped Willow merrily.
“Yes, if you want me to, I would be glad to help you harness the magicks in you. Like being your Watcher too, but for magic. Interested?”
“Absolutely, thanks Mrs Post, I’ve been wanting so long for someone I could actually communicate with on my level, thankyou”, squealed Willow as she hugged the reticent woman warmly.
“You’re most welcome, and we certainly could do with your magic with Faith being the only slayer now”
“And you think she can do it? You have every faith in..er, Faith”
“Absolutely, now she has something to fight for, something worth dying to protect. Love. The ones in her heart she would fight until death for, meaning you and I. Love is the most powerful motive so we should cherish it”
“You really love her too?”, asked the redhead smoothing out her well-pressed cuffs.
“As hard as it is for me to admit, I think I do. Her spirit and willingness to open up her true submissive nature is to be admired, I’m just glad she can keep a defining line between the two. When she is the slayer she is all business even starting to drop that silly banter thing she has going on when fighting, but when she is my Faith she is a loving girl that any mother could be proud of, and when is Fifi, she is all that an owner could want”
“And I want her”
“You know, she always thought she was free but she was shackled in her heart, now Faith is shackled ….she is finally free. Do you understand?”
“Kind of, but I think I get it”
“Good… then she is yours”, smiled Mrs Post lovingly as she watched the unrepentant love flow between the two, though now on different levels they were now bound by hearts. “I‘m going to leave you two for a while as I need to go and see Joyce, it seems her puppy is being a bit of a devil, we may even swap doggies for a little bit until Buttercup is properly trained. But Willow, no hanky-panky, understand?”
“Yes Ma’am”
“Good, so carry on”, Mrs Post motioned towards the playful latex doggy romping on the lawn.
“With er…”
“Let me help…..well Fifi, I bet you need a wee-wee, you know how to ask”, said Mrs Post as Fifi bounded up to them and dropped the Frisbee by their feet.
“Woof, woof”, said Fifi as, with a slight pause, she whimpered and bumped her little nose against the tips of Mrs Post’s feet as she wagged her tail.
“Good girl, you may now go wee-wees”
The creaking rubber encased girl stumbled away and used her slayer agility to balance on three stumps as she cocked her leg and a warm arc of urine sprayed out, the soft patter on the leaves of a small bush echoed round the quiet garden. As the stream fell into a trickle, Faith turned back round to see her Watcher and her girlfriend slip back into the house and slam the back door with a resounding thud.
Faith struggled up the porch stairs but the door remained resolutely shut, her brows crossed under her hood as she nudged the door once more in confusion.
“No Fifi, doggies have to beg to be let in.”, came the voice of her Watcher which was bathed in authority.
Faith whined and raised a stump to scratch at the door, her gel padded elbow making soft squelchy noises as it ran down the walnut veneer.
“Louder!”, giggled Willow as Mrs Post nodded to her in a satisfied gesture.
The puppy whimpered louder and begged to be let back in.
“I believe your new owner said ‘louder’ Fifi. Now are you going to obey her….it’s your first day of school tomorrow and my offer still stands of a nice uniform for you”, smirked Mrs Post as within in an instant a louder set of whimpers and firm scratches rang out.
“Good girl, Fifi”, said the Watcher opening the door wearing a firm smirk of utter authority letting the squeaking puppy in, “Now, about school tomorrow….there a few things we need to discuss”
“Oh yes, I wanted to ask you about that actually”, started Willow, “I was thinking that after school, Faith and I might have a little pop quiz to see how much she’s actually been paying attention in my tutoring.”
“I don’t see why not”
“Cool, thanks Mrs Post. But there is one thing I need to discuss with you…..her forfeit for failure”, grinned the witch as she looked down at the latex smothered slayer who stopped licking Willow’s hand for a moment and was sure she felt her pussy gulp.
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(Authors notes - Yeah, there’s a lot of dialogue in this chapter but its all set-up for later fun. The next chapter will be Buffy-centric so don’t whine about that either. But thanks to those who have read.)
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