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The next day, at the Summers house
“You lied to me?”, said Mrs Post with a sudden recoil as she watched the guilt dancing in Joyce’s eyes.
Though the Watcher had planned to come over the day before, a last minute phone call from a panic ridden Mr Travers had quashed her plans for she had to quickly prepare for the influx of Tuisera demons heading for the Sunnydale hellmouth. The news had also cut short Willow’s play time with Faith but that very night, in a blaze of beheading and blood-stained glory, the demons fell to Faith’s sharpened scimitar before they could perform their ritual. The slayer’s clothes were ruined by the tar like blood of the foul creatures and had to be burned to rid her body of the stench, but on the plus side, it now made Mrs Post very open to Faith’s suggestion about new attire for slaying.
****FLASHBACK- early that morning****
“Yeah, so I was thinking, with all my clothes getting ruined by that demon blood which wouldn’t wash out, and not forgetting my pants getting snagged the other day when we were fighting that vamp, well I was thinking….how about a uniform for slaying. Y’know….like a skin tight catsuit or something?”, said Faith as she finished off her oatmeal and placed the empty bowl in the sink, though eating from the table using a spoon felt a little off for her.
“Really?”, asked Mrs Post as touched up her lipstick in the mirror.
“Yeah, it’s easy to wash clean of demon blood and vamp dust, it’s tight so demons can’t grab anything, besides, it looks hot and feels great. It’s flexible enough to fight properly and if I wear a glamour with it then no-one’s gonna know, like they’ll just see me in cargo pants and a t-shirt or something.”, replied the slayer as she swung her rucksack on her back and picked up her set of keys.
“And a collar?”, continued the Watcher seeing the sense in what her charge was saying.
“No, no collar. It’s not very practical and some demon could choke me to death if they got a hold of it.”
“That’s true, well let me think about it. Now have a good day at school honey”, said Mrs Post as she gave Faith a warm and loving hug and, without thinking, she lay a sweet kiss on the brunettes blushing cheek.
“Oh...er...yeah…thanks Gwen”, stammered out the slayer awkwardly as she felt an internal flushing of tender warmth as she hugged back, leaving them in gentle albeit reticent moment as yet another step had been taken for the two women.
****END FLASHBACK****
Now, after spending most of the day writing up the report on the slaying activity for the Council, Mrs Post had arrived at the house on Revello Drive and could feel her teeth grinding as she believed her lover to be a woman of her word and the untruths which were unfolding wounded her deeply.
“Come on Joyce; tell me……did you lie to me?”
“Well not exactly…..not totally….well….yes….a -a little”, said Joyce sheepishly as her eyes felt the warm sting of unshed tears.
They both stood in the living room of the Summers house but the warmth of the sun flowing through the windows couldn’t stop the cold shiver which ran along Mrs Post’s skin as she stepped back from the loving embrace.
“But why?”, the Watcher said, her hurt ringing through her words with a sad echo.
“I-I wanted to train Buffy all by myself, to show that I could do it just as well as you trained Faith. I wanted to show you I could be your equal and do everything just as good as you. I-I was wrong”, said Joyce with a heavy heart and her shoulders slumped in her black cotton blouse, her stark white tie hanging limply across her thudding chest.

“So the truth is….?”
“Well, when Mr Giles told me the trigger word for Buttercup….he also told me the way I could lessen the power of the spell or even release Buffy back to what she was, apart from the slayer powers that is, he thought he should handle that part as it was more tricky and I have little knowledge of magicks. I figured that if Buffy thought that she was trapped until Mr Giles returned then Buffy would try harder to adjust to being a puppy”
“What kind of idiot logic is that? Joyce, by doing this you have robbed Buffy of her goal to aim for. When I first puppified Faith I gave her a proverbial carrot, telling her if she behaved then she would be set free, though that has now certainly changed around. With Buffy thinking there is no escape then you have stolen her hope and that’s why she’s acting out with no pleasure to speak of, only pain. That’s not very nice now is it Joyce?”
“But I thought…”
“I know, you thought you were doing the right thing by accelerating Buffy’s training until she matched Fifi’s level of obedience, I knew I should never have let that wally Mr Giles start this off without my supervision. The thing is, it didn’t happen overnight but it wasn’t long before Faith understood and accepted her submissive needs. Though Buffy is a submissive too she is so far in denial that she gains no joy or excitement from her treatment, I thought you would have explained all that from the first day? I knew I should have been here from the start as you really are in over your head, baby”, said Mrs Post as she took Joyce’s hand into her own warm palm as her sadness was washed away for her lovers deceit was actually fuelled by a desire to impress, though she had failed on an epic scale.
“I’m sorry, I thought I could handle it”, said Joyce regretfully as she finally raised her eyes to her lover’s own soft orbs.
“It’s ok, I know you were only doing what you thought was best. Tell you what, we’ll go back to basics with Buttercup. I’ll take over her training and I’ll let you work with Fifi, she already knows what you’re like and so is willing to take whatever orders you give her. I will ease Buttercup into her training, but we must first start with her overcoming that silly pride of hers”
“Really?”, said Joyce with sudden glee.
“Of course”
“A-and me? Do you forgive me?”, said Joyce biting her glossy red lip.
“You know I should take you over my knee”, smirked Mrs Post as she lay a tender kiss on the nervous lips of Joyce, “But what kind of example would that set for Buffy. Ok, let’s get her ready then we can start again”
“I thought you might say that, so I already emptied her bottom plug. It held quite a lot of urine I must say, the plug is in the sink as I think it needs a good soaking. I added some lemon scent to try and freshen it up a bit”, nodded Joyce as she slowly pulled the catheter from Buffy’s drooling slit and Mrs Post unfastened the clamps biting into the young woman’s sore red nipples.
“Now Buffy, once you are released from your bondage if you so much as say one bad word then I will say the trigger word and you will be back as your doggie self before you know it, understand?”, asked Joyce as she heard a small muffle from the swollen mouth of Buffy.
“I’ll take that as a yes”, Joyce smirked before saying the brief incantation letting the zippers re-appear on the suit and started to slide the smothering latex off the small body which glistened with sweat.
“You know Joyce, in all honesty, the spell doesn’t actually work on most people”, shrugged the Watcher as she rubbed Buffy’s aching areola back into life, smiling as she felt the quivers of anticipation ripple through the bound puppy girl.
“What do you mean?”
“It only works on those who have a deep down and unknown need for submission, if I tried it on you nothing would happen. The real reason Buffy is trapped is because she doesn’t yet know she is a natural submissive, that’s why she thinks she being harmed like this, because she is so far in denial that she can’t accept herself for who she really is. The stronger the need for submission then the stronger the spell will act and remove all that pesky reluctance from you, that’s why Buffy becomes so meek and submissive. In all honesty, Buffy is only being trapped by herself, her mind and heart are too pompous and unwilling to yield and let her accept her true nature. The real Buffy who is a needy submissive is being enslaved by the pretentious spoilt girl who thinks she is entitled to the world, but perhaps she is acting out because she is not a puppy at heart …maybe she is more of a ponygirl, but whatever Buffy really is, the need for obedience should be ingrained at the very start of any training no matter where it may lead”
“Oh, I see”, said Joyce with raised eyebrows as she wiped a little powdered sugar from her grey pinstripe pants.
“Like I said baby, I want no part of abuse. I know you want the best for her, to mould Buffy into something more than she is, but as her mother you can’t be objective about it. So let me take over as her trainer and you can see what I mean.”, said Mrs Post as she unbuckled Buffy’s limbs which almost creaked as she stretched out.
“But how can we do that if you’re all the way across town and….oh, wait. Why don’t you move in here with me?”, said Joyce with sudden excitement.
“Here?”
“Yes, don’t you see, it’s perfect. If you were here you could train Buttercup properly, I could help with Fifi, and at night you and I could be together. Think about it, you said you were looking for something more permanent, and we do have the spare room so Faith can have that. If it doesn’t work out then there’s no real harm done, think of it like a trial run. Oh please say yes”, enthused Joyce like a ditzy teen as she bounced in Mrs Post’s arms.
“Well…”
“Pweeze?”, pouted Joyce in a childish whine.
“Well it would seem to solve all our problems. Tell you what, I’ll talk it over with Faith as I don’t want her to do anything she doesn’t want to, but I know she will agree”
“Is that a yes?”, asked Joyce hopefully.
“Yes”
Joyce’s lips slammed into her lover’s and felt her tongue slither around in a lustrous fight for dominance. Their hearts bled into one pounding muscle as the whole world melted away into inconsequence, Mrs Post’s hands cupped Joyce’s groaning crotch and only stopped from tearing her clothes into shreds by the soft coughing of a wide eyed Buffy who lay naked on the floor.
“Oh Buffy, didn’t I mention I was dating Gwen? Well I am, so I hope you can be happy for us”, said Joyce as the young blonde woman felt the relish of the fresh air on her skin.
“But what the fuck is going on with all this and…”, Buffy snapped as her jaw tried to snap back into place after behind forced wide open by the ballgag for so long.
“Ok, I know you’re upset so I’m going to let that one go…”, said Mrs Post with an eerily calm voice.
“Oh fuck you, you old shitbag. I am so gonna….”, yelled Buffy but before she could finish her threat Joyce simply said the words to trigger her submission.
“I love you, Buffy’”
As the words slipped from Joyce’s lips Buffy slumped back to her knees but didn’t whimper or beg like a humble puppy, she just knelt with an enshrouding meekness before the two women.
“Wait a second, ‘I love you, Buffy’ is the trigger word that Mr Giles thought of?”, giggled Mrs Post.
“Well not really a trigger word, more a trigger phrase, but yes, he found it amusing and if Buffy ever wanted to have sex with Angel again he would no doubt utter these words and fall into a puppy state, having to run home back to me and beg to be doggiefied rather than be with him again.”
“Isn’t that a little dangerous? Who knows who might say that to her?”
“I see you point, but it seemed best at the time”, shrugged Joyce as she ruffled Buffy’s hair playfully.
“I can see his reasoning…… but how come Buffy isn’t whimpering or barking?”, asked Mrs Post with a quirk of the overplucked eyebrow.
“Oh that, well Mr Giles told me how to reduce the magic by accentuating different words in the phrase, that’s why I was heavy on the ‘you’ part of it, and I thought it best to start afresh with everything. I figured if she was too barky and humble then she would only do what we wanted because I told her. If you’re right about the magic, then it should feed on her submissive needs and that should make her obey. Am I right or have I grossly misunderstood?”, said Joyce a little worried.
“No, you got it right baby. I guess that long talk really sunk in”, said Mrs Post before looking the former slayer directly in the eye, “You heard everything I said didn’t you Buffy, about you needing to accept the real you locked away in a deep recess of your heart?”
“Y-yes”, said the slayer as she revelled in the feeling of being able to move her neck again.
“Yes ‘Ma’am’ I think would be more appropriate. In fact you should address both your mother and I as ‘Ma’am’ for a while as we need to get back to the basics about learning respect”, corrected Mrs Post.
“Y-yes….. Ma’am”, said Buffy as with those words her pussy felt a slight judder.
“See, that’s the magic latching on to the real you and making you feel that way, so hot, so good, so alive. I knew you were a natural submissive so far in denial that it’s morphed into some kind of pompous mask, a façade of superiority, you think that if you act all high-and-mighty with your almost palpable arrogance and above everyone else then no-one would suspect your true desires. The actual needs of your soul”, said Mrs Post as she sprinkled a little powder from a velvet drawstring purse into her hand and blew it over Buffy’s head.
“That is such shi….”, snapped Buffy but seeing the latex suit draped over the arm of the sofa she adjusted her words, kind of thankful that the magic was reduced enough for her to be in control of her own tongue, “I mean, no Ma’am. I don’t feel like that a-at all”
“Oh really?”, smirked Mrs Post.
“N-no Ma’am”, said Buffy a little more shyly as a green light shimmered around her head.
“What the hell is that?”, squealed Joyce seeing the glow flickering around her daughter.
“Don’t worry baby, I just used a little magic to show up her aura. It will turn red when she’s telling the truth….and green when she’s lying”
“Oh baby, that’s a great idea.”, gushed Joyce seeing the fierce blushing erupting on Buffy’s face as the green light of falsehood shimmied around the naked girl.
“And if she lies, well Mrs Summers, do you think she should be punished?”, said Mrs Post with a nudge to her lover’s ribs signalling them both to haul upon themselves their dominant personas.
“Oh yes, very much so Mrs Post. So Buffy….did you hate being treated like a doggie”, said Joyce as she straightened her back and looked down her nose at Buffy who, even though she wanted to run or cause serious facial damage to Mrs Post using a waffle iron, felt a tidal wave of pleasure scouring her system as she knelt in humbled state.
“Y-yes Ma’am”, said Buffy as her blush flushed her cheeks as the glow around her turned an even more vibrant hue of green.
“Oh dear, liar-liar, pants on fire”, smiled Mrs Post crossing her arms.
“Ok…I didn’t exactly hate it….but the huge plug..a-and the the dog food….I didn’t like that”
“Oh”, said Joyce as the air around Buffy turned crimson. “I’m sorry Buffy, I guess I went too far too soon. So what should we do Gwen….I mean, Mrs Post what course of action should we take?”
“Well, let’s get her back in the suit but not the hood or her large plugs just yet. Let Buffy see the truth she is unwilling to admit to, she may not believe her own words but her aura cannot lie. Buffy, does submitting to a strong and beautiful woman turn you on?”
“W-what? No! A whole massive world of no, many things in the realm of ‘no’ where no means no and…. ”, Buffy babbled out as the light around glowed to a near neon green glow, like the Northern Lights had become localised in the living room of suburbia.
“Oh Buffy, you could have told me”, sighed Joyce seeing the lie unveil itself like a cloak of shame upon the slayer.
“So if someone like that Cordelia Chase girl, buckled this collar on you and tanned your bottom well, you would hate it and not become aroused?”, quizzed the English woman holding up the posture collar which hung limply from the pink leash.
“Y-y-yes….thats like totally….gross and n-no I wouldn’t want that a-a-at all ‘cos I…”, but her words trailed off as the green mist around her only intensified as her lies became clearer.
“See Buffy, this is the truth you think you hate. This is the colour which will enshroud you always unless you free yourself.”
“But Cordelia? Since when did you like her, I thought Angel was your beau?”, asked Joyce with a slanted head.
“Buffy is so easy to read, even a numbskull could see she was only with him to try and hide her true feelings, to mask where her desires really lay. I’ve seen it many times before, a young woman who feels inadequate for her Sapphic tendencies because due to the right wing nature of society she has been coerced over time to find her own feelings to be shameful. Buffy, there is nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to fear for facing your want”
“B-b-but I….I mean….but Ma’am…I….I don’t want….it’s not…”, blustered Buffy as she lowered her head for never before had she had to face up to the angered denial sealed deep within her.
“It’s alright Buffy, we’re all women of the world here. Have you seen how happy Faith is with Willow? No, of course you haven’t, but take it from me…I can hear wedding bells…and the creaking of latex, in their future. Now do you want that happiness? To be free to pursue the life you don’t even know you need to live?”, asked Mrs Post.
“B-but what about slaying…..Ma’am?”, said Buffy with teary eyes for she felt so vulnerable, and not just because of her kneeling nakedness.
“I’m afraid Mr Giles does hold the key to your powers, I can only let you out from your humble puppy state”, said Joyce watching the nipples of Buffy which were rapidly hardening.
“You mean….I’m free?”
“Yes, you are free of being a slayer. Face it, you never wanted it and thought of it more a curse than a gift, you can now go and live a normal life once more away from the death and bloodshed you hated”, said Mrs Post warmly.
“Really?”, choked out Buffy as, at last, she was being given the opportunity for the one thing she wanted…her freedom from a lifestyle she despised with an intensity she only let out on desiccated corpses. Her anger fuelled by her denial had kept her fighting the creatures of the underworld, it was like a therapy for her as it released all the rage that stemmed from reasons she couldn’t understand and didn’t want to admit to.
“Yes, you can go and fulfil all your dreams and ambitions with no guilt as Faith is a much better slayer than you ever were so you can go and do what you want. But when Mr Giles comes back and sees an untrained girl still clinging onto her snooty and disobedient ways of old, well he may just hand your slayer powers back and give you that death sentence once more. If you want the chance of seeing the real world away from demons and death, then I suggest you behave and actually listen to the sounds your soul sings. Now Buffy….are you a submissive who dreams about Miss Chase?”
“N-n-no?”, said Buffy shyly as she could tell the green hue circling her grow stronger.
“So if Miss Chase wandered in right now, in a glossy latex mini-dress, thigh high boots and a riding crop, it would do nothing for you? If she ordered you to lick her heels? If she made you bend over as she caned your sweet bottom? If Cordelia allowed you the honour of calling her Mistress….. it would do…”
“Alright, alright….Ma’am”, said Buffy breaking off Mrs Post in her glowering, “I…I…I may have… well...I..I-I may have..... s-sometimes…. t-thought of that…and…..Cordelia in…well….”
The red light flowing around Buffy made the former slayer gulp as in a moment of purest clarity, a realisation crowned her haughty head, as if a great chain had been unshackled from her heart as her clit throbbed until it glowed. Her breath clawing in her chest as the talons of truth clenched into her heart.
“See, I told you girl. Now, if you wish to remain free of this slaying curse, if you wish to truly be free…then you need to be trained properly. Or we could just put you back in your doggie suit and wrap a bow around your head before delivering you to Miss Chase as an early Christmas present and let her take care of it all?”, teased Mrs Post as she swung the leash lazily.
“I…oohhhhgghh”, whimpered Buffy as she damn near orgasmed at the mere thought of it.
“I knew it, well Buttercup, I have some good news for you. I know that Cordelia is not exactly heartbroken after splitting up with Xander. When I was researching you and your group of friends before coming to Sunnydale I did a full background check on you all, let us just say that Miss Chase’s credit cards are repeatedly billed for certain websites…..certain websites where women who dress in latex uniforms like to congregate and discuss their desires over dominating other women. She’s even posted a few pictures of herself on there brandishing a pair of handcuffs and touching the brim of her black PVC cap, and gosh does she look good. What do you think about that?”, said Mrs Post as she flexed out the posture collar once more, it’s bell tinkling softly.
“I…I….oh….”, squealed Buffy as her body shivered at the mental image brewing in her mind, the lust rampaging through her system though she desperately tried to wish it away as she still felt wrong to think of such things.
“Joy honey, I think she needs a little encouragement”
“That’s very true”, said Mrs Summers as she said the trigger words once more, this time accentuating the vowels in the words to bring about a different effect to the spell as Buffy slumped forward onto her hands and panted like a good puppy.
“Now Buttercup, if you are to be in with the chance of winning Cordelia’s heart and earning her ownership, well you need to start your training and rid you of this silly reluctance you keep holding on to. Call this a ‘do-over’, I think you Yanks put it, we will forget your bad behaviour of late and begin again. A clean slate for Buttercup, deal?”
“Woof, woof”, replied Buffy as a more intensive feeling of submission controlled her mind and body, her head bowed respectfully and she pulled her arms up as if she was begging like a puppy.
“Gwen, this is amazing….how did you know all this about Buffy?”
“Feminine intuition”, shrugged Mrs Post deftly.
“No, really”
“Ok, I read Buffy’s diary”, smiled Mrs Post as her lover giggled at her deceitful ways, but if it meant Buffy could live a long and happy life, albeit on a leash or encased in latex, then Joyce was all for it.
“Now, where shall we start?”, said Mrs Post as she pulled the slack of the leash and accepted the thin wooden cane from the outstretched hands of her lover, “That’s right….sit Buttercup!”
Buffy hesitated for a moment, but she succumbed to the growing pleasures stemming from a new ideal of obedience for as the notion of total submission was unearthed within Buffy’s psyche, the magic fed on it hungrily bringing the former slayer to a new and unknown level of arousal.
“Joyce, can you get the doggie suit ready?”
“Sure, but I thought this was a..”
“Not anymore, you saw how Buffy was opening up to the idea. To cement it in place and thereby free her tortured soul, we have to put her back in the suit because she’ll now be approaching it from a different angle. Instead of seeing it as a cruel and unusual punishment, now she has tapped into her submissive side I think Buffy will be more at ease at discovering just who Buttercup is. She’ll be more open to allowing her true nature to flourish and then she’ll have a real chance at finding the happiness she needs. Buffy just needs to open up and drop that pathetic façade of superiority, hear that girl? Don’t fight it anymore, just sit back and relax into and it’ll open up a world of pleasures and joy you have never known. You do want to be happy, don’t you Buttercup?”
The red light surrounding the girl on all fours was all the answer the two women needed.
“Good girl”, said Mrs Post as she started to slide Buffy into the golden latex suit, the young woman still mulish at the prospect of further degradation but now powerless to wrench free from the spell creeping through her body. As the doorbell rang she flinched and near toppled over as the zip along the back of the rubber suit fizzed away to create the seamless suit with choked her skin with a maddening arousal.
“Don’t worry, no-one can see you if you have the glamour on”, soothed Mrs Post as she buckled the thick leather collar around Buffy’s neck shielding her from the gaze of the casual observer, her head was still exposed but the magic attached to the glamour was most potent.
“Mrs Summers?”, asked a scruffy looking man in his mid-fifties who smelt of cheap wine and bong water as the door opened.
“Yes?”, replied Joyce as she tightened the Windsor knot on her tie.
“I’m Rob from the Salvation Army, you said you had some donations for us”, he asked checking his clipboard once more and wiped his hands on his fading tie dye t-shirt.
“Oh yes, here you are, “, said Joyce as she stepped into the dining room and handing him two garbage bags and three sealed boxes, ”I think they should fetch some much needed funds for your good work, some of the clothes and shoes are brand new, still with pricetags on them”
“Wow, that’s really generous of you”, replied the man who struggled from the house carrying the boxes and bags to his rusting camper van complete with The Grateful Dead bumper sticker.
“Oh yes, I knew an incentive was called for”, said Joyce to her latex covered daughter after she shut the door, “Yes, they were all your clothes I just gave away, I thought it was about time I stopped treating you like a princess and buying you everything you asked for, I think I overcompensated after the divorce and bought you anything you wanted, as did your father. I guess we were both trying to buy your affection and attention, and thereby creating a spoilt brat of a girl who doesn’t know the value of earning anything in this world”
Buffy’s mouth fell open at the revelation, her Prada purse, her collection of Dolce And Gabbana, even her yet-to-be-broken-in Manolos were now winging their way to needy causes.
“Yes, now if you want something you have to earn your treats, whether they are clothes or biscuits….I mean cookies”, said Mrs Post as she soothed the panic ridden Buffy with long smooth strokes across her squeaky back, its tender ripples washing away the young girls anger and sense of loss.
“But don’t you worry Buffy, I haven’t given away all your things. I have set aside some of your clothes which are more appropriate, no more mini-skirts or those slutty low cut tops and skimpy panties for you my girl”, said Joyce with a wag of the finger.
“B-but…my shoes!”, squeaked Buffy as she heard the van pull away in a splutter of toxic fumes.
“Tut-tut Buttercup, I used the magic words in such a way to allow you to still speak….looks like that was a mistake, but I wanted you to see we are serious about helping you become the girl you’ve always needed to be but never knew”, said Joyce as she pulled out the matching latex hood with the pepperpot eyes and hauled it over Buffy’s head robbing her of her humanity once more. “Now be a good doggy or else the gag will go back in, what do you say Buttercup?”
“I-I-I…b-but……woof”, said Buffy as she cringed at the woeful humiliation being heaped on her but her growing warmth between her legs was getting harder and harder to ignore or deny.
“Now girl, unless you want to go to school in nothing but frilly frou-frou dresses or a nice smart uniform you had better be a good girl. See Buffy, all you need is a goal to aim for, if along the way you can unleash the real you who needs to be collared and owned then you can find what it is you’ve been missing all these years”, said Mrs Post as she took the slack of Buffy’s leash and gave a small tug leading her on wobbly stumps out into the backyard where the new puppy baulked at seeing the pink doghouse with ‘Buttercup’ written on it in glittery italics.
“Now girl, you can mourn for your clothes later…but for now we had better start with the training unless you want to lose all your privileges for yourself. Now heel Buttercup”, said Joyce from her position about ten yards away from her smartly dressed lover with the puppy at her feet.
“Did you not hear her…or do you need a little encouragement?”, asked Mrs Post gently tapping Buffy’s mummified rear with the neat angle of the rider of her crop as the rubber coated doggie stood in the crisp dry grass.
Buffy, to her dismay and shame, couldn’t help the rising urge from her pussy as she set one padded stump after another as she crossed the lawn, avoiding the patch of grass which was brown and dying from where Willow had poured the remnants of a failed spell. As she creaked in her engulfing latex suit Buffy hated that her lies had been shown to her, she was convinced the mystic fog around her was faulty in some way but when the question of Cordelia was aired, she could no longer keep her secrets buried or deny the truth she had fought so hard to keep buried.
As her body squeaked with each small step Buffy despised herself for feeling this way, she had this deep down feeling that such an idea was gnawing at her, like there was a void in her soul, but she never knew why or how to fill it. Like something was missing from her life and no matter how much she slayed, no matter how much she gave of herself to Angel, Buffy still could never find the happiness she sought. Like it was a superficial existence.
“Good doggie”, said Joyce as she patted the girl on her squeaky covered head not seeing the intense blushing scouring Buffy’s skin.
“Now you do not move until called for, you sit,…and you stay until one of us calls for you, understand?”, said Mrs Post from across the garden as she smoothed down her lapels.
“W-w-woof”, she said hating the tingling her clit felt as her mouth made that sound, she couldn’t figure out why she should feel the juddering in her bowels at being so dominated. That as much as she hated being so vulnerable…..she couldn’t actually hate the rush that came with such submission.
“Now heel Buttercup”, said the Englishwoman perkily as the rubber covered girl crawled over to her, “see girl, when you are a good doggie you get pets and treats”, Mrs Post said gently as she held out in her hand a cookie, such a treat was demeaning but as Buffy hadn’t felt the crunch and chew of a cookie in god knows how long, she bounced up trying to snatch it away.
“Uh-uh, Buttercup…beg girl”, said Mrs Post sternly with a tap of the finger to the moulded muzzle encasing Buffy’s face and, after a moment of hesitation, she dropped back on her haunches and waved her doubled up arms up before her.
“Beg properly, puppy”
“W-w-woof…woof”, said Buffy for as each time she said such a demeaning word she felt hotter in her groin than ever, it was if as Mrs Post had released something deep within her, a well hidden lock which she never even knew she had, and now the combination had been unearthed Buffy felt such unknown warmth in her lady guttering, but with each moment of obedience she felt her pussy wrench.
“Good puppy, oh wait….I think I know how to settle Buttercup a little better. Joyce, take over while I make a phone call”, said Mrs Post with a dizzying giggle as she stepped back into the kitchen.
Meanwhile at Mrs Post’s house
“So, when was the battle of New Orleans?”, asked Willow as she strut up and down the kitchen, her five inch heels clacking loudly as she shivered with the dominance flowing through her body and radiating out to the prone girl who hissed more and more with each wrong answer. She had been humming the theme tune for The Littlest Hobo all day and each time she came across Faith between classes Willow felt a lunging of her libido as her girlfriend blushed at the song for the doggie innuendo couldn’t be ignored.
“Er…”, said Faith as she felt the delicious pangs stampeding across her skin. Her wrists and ankles had been tied to the plain wooden chair which had a large hole cut out of the seat as the questions came thick and fast, though Willow had tutored her well on American history Faith’s mind drew a blank as she just felt the glorious bite of the clamps on her nipples.
Faith’s first day of school had been a blur of facts and nameless faces, with Mrs Post not starting her new job until the day after, the slayer felt kind of awkward as she walked along the bustling hallways in her baby blue sneakers which matched her shirt, avoiding the herds of Neanderthals in their football jerseys and superficial Barbie clones bragging about Prada and nose jobs. It was only the presence of Willow which soothed her fears and by third period she had started to relax into classes, her confidence blossoming as she felt the hem of the plain pink skirt tickle her knees and the soft cotton of her long sleeved shirt ride over her skin. For the first time in her life she felt alive, like a real person and not some caricature ripped off from a comic book, during math class she actually understood the problems raised and even started to enjoy the lessons.
As she sat with Willow and Xander for lunch she felt the pull of her heart as she wanted to drop to her knees and have her girlfriend feed her potato chips from her hand and pat her head tenderly but she knew such exhibitionism was not viable in such a place. The thin leather band circling her left wrist was constantly in her sight for, as she leant on the tables in class, her eyes would gravitate towards the wristband and the small silver ‘F’ hanging from it. A seemingly small gift from Willow but they both knew the significance behind it, that the redhead owned the submissive slayer and always would.
And neither could be happier.
“Come on girl, you can do this. Just give me a year”, replied Willow as she stepped around the bound girl, her short PVC skirt shimmering in the light giving her girlfriend a sneaky peek at her stocking tops. The witch could finally take her hidden clothes from the back of her closet, hidden under baggy knitted tops and unwanted birthday gifts from distant relatives, and now kept them at Mrs Post’s house. Her black tie and white short sleeved blouse, also in PVC as were all her clothes, crackled as she slid around Faith with almost liquid movements.
“Er…1775?”, said the brunette as her mind muddled at the sensations emanating from her sore rear.
“Eeep, wrong again”, smiled Willow as she pressed the remote in her hands, clad in glossy black gloves which ran to her elbows, and watched Faith writhe in her seat.
Thanks to Mrs Post’s guidance Willow knew the level she could set the mild shock collar to, currently fastened around Faith’s neck, without causing real pain. The redhead had done her research a few days before when Mrs Post had taken her place on patrol and was well aware that animal’s skin was much thicker than a human’s and so used a level which was equivalent to the currents supplied by the Tens machine her Jenny Craig dependent mother never used.
With each wrong answer on their pop quiz Willow sent a small shock through the collar which made Faith’s fingers inadvertently clench around the puffy bulb of the inflatable plug nestled in her ass. As the slayer’s hand squeezed the bulb it sent another shot of air through the rubber tube and now, after four wrong answers in a row, Faith’s anus was distended to near impossible width. But as her walls stretched out and a tear ran down her cheek she couldn’t help but feel so turned on it made her weep for she never knew such exquisite torments existed out there. Being bestowed by the one she loved was the only thing that made the fierce pain tolerable.
“Are you ok, baby?”, asked Willow with sudden worry after bending down to see through the hole in the seat just how far the plug had been pushed, it looked as if she had a football making a nest in her back door.
“Y-yeah…”, breathed out Faith as crystalline beads of sweat broke out all over her skin and flowed down making haphazard trails from her brow to her throbbing pussy.
“You sure? ‘Cos that looks pretty kind of ow-ie”
“N-no....I-I’m good”, wheezed Faith as her fingers relented their grip and the bulb once more filled with air, though Willow was worried that another wrong answer could leave the slayers anus the setting for a remake of the Hindenburg tragedy.
“Well, I think that’s enough for now. I don’t want to wear you out as I have lots of games I want to play with my lil’ pet”, grinned the witch as she ran a PVC coated fingers over Faith’s seeping pussy and brought the nectar up to the slayers lips who greedily licked them clean.
“Mmm, taste good eh?”
“Mmmmppff”, replied Faith as she sucked down on the sticky digits.
“So what would you do if…”, Willow trailed off as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor as she revealed her lack of underwear and shaven mound which also pulsated with need. She slid two of her fingers deep into her well and shuddered at the feeling, leaning back against the freezer Willow gasped at the intensity of her probing as Faith whined and pulled against the magically enhanced bonds.
“You want some juice?”, asked the witch toyingly.
“Fuck yeah!”, snapped Faith as her breasts jiggled making the clamps bite in tighter but the slayer was so turned on she had almost transcended the trifling pain of her nipples as she watched her girlfriend pump her fingers in and out of her pink runway.
“You wanna taste?”, teased the redhead as her slickness coated the PVC on her hands.
“Yes…yes!”
“Then give me what I want”
“Woof…..woofwoofartarfwoof!”, spat out Faith as her eyes bulged and her lips, both sets, trembled with desire.
“Good girl”, Willow forced out around her belly laugh as she pulled the fingers from her damp crevice and slid them into Faiths mouth, the brunette’s tongue licked every drop from the offered hand and only whimpered slightly as Willow pulled a little on the thin gold chain connecting Faith’s nipple clamps.
“Now if you want some more…I want you to…hang on”, sighed Willow as the phone let out its shrill ring for attention making the game come to startling halt.
“Fuck it”, grunted Faith as the witch talked rapidly in amused tones before hanging up.
“That was Mrs Post, she wants us to come over to Buffy’s house. She said there’s something she needs to discuss with us”, said the witch as she untied the bonds on her girlfriends wrists.
“With us? What did we do?”
“I don’t think it’s like that, she just told me that she wanted us to come and meet Buttercup as she needs some help and……that I should bring Fifi over….on the leash of her owner”, grinned the redhead as she couldn’t wait to take her simpering latex clad puppy out for a long walk across town.
“R-really?”, gulped Faith as she endorphins rattled along her spine like the first hit from an ecstasy tablet, the way the rush sears your skin and makes your hair tingle.
“Yeah, but what about your plug?2
“Let’s keep it in for a while”, wheezed Faith as she felt the swelling pushing apart her inner walls.
“Alright then, so come on girl….let’s get my Fifi ready”, said Willow. Faith offered just one word, bathed in giddy joy, in return.
“Woof”
One hour later, back at the Summers house
“C’mon B, why are you still fighting this? I mean, look at me and Red. Bet you never thought your best friend could be this fun, but you know how under every strait laced conservative type there’s a wicked kinky girl just dying to come out and play, but is way too shy”, said Faith as Buffy shrank away from her, though she found a comfort in seeing her counterpart also encased in latex and on a leash, she still felt mortified that Willow was part of this, especially seeing her in the strict looking fetish clothing which the redhead seemed to wear with a giddy glee. But with Mrs Post holding the leash firm Buffy could do nothing but listen to the reasoning of Faith as she had done for the last twenty minutes. Upon entering the house Buffy had near bolted on seeing her best friend with an equally humiliated pet but with her limbs bound and the magic feeding on her capitulation Buffy could only hear the words resonating through her befuddled mind.
The Englishwoman took up the slack of Buffy’s leash and tapped the grumbling girl soundly on the tip of her muzzle. Fifi stepped further towards Buttercup, who was still in a firm state of shock at seeing how Faith had fallen……and enjoying it too!
“I know you’re not fighting us, you’re fighting yourself. Fighting those feelings of submission you don’t want to feel but can’t help it Buffy. Yeah, I saw through the glamour when I came to see you the other day and you looked so darm cute. It was like seeing the real you for the first time…where you’ve always meant to be….nicely collared and complaint just like Fifi here”, said Willow with a giddy tone as she stared into the pepperpot eyes of the new puppy who pulled against her leash but a firm strike of the wooden cane from Mrs Post soon made her sit still and listen.
“No Will, I am so not like Faith. She’s like twisted and weird and totally gross and….”, coughed out Buffy.
“Hey, don’t be so mean Buttercup”, crowed Willow in defense of both her and her girlfriend who was on the end of the chain leash the redhead was holding, they both were trying to calm the rapid thunder of their hearts for crossing town in broad daylight dressed as they were was such an intense rush that they near stripped off to sate their desires before they even got to Main Street. The glamour on Willows tie pin shielding her from the stares of slack jawed wastrels as she strut confidently along the sidewalks with her latex clad puppy in tow, even making Faith balance on three legs as she peed on a lamppost. Though the slayer nearly had a stroke at such humiliation she had been ordered to by her new owner and as the warm trickle ran down into the gutter Willow petted her lovingly and promised her a mind blowing orgasm for being such a well-behaved doggie.
Buffy’s skin burnt as each strike rained down its swift strikes on her rear but as much as her bottom sored, it was the fact that Willow watched with a silly grin as her own puppy sat meekly by her feet as the redhead tickled Fifi behind the ear as both their chests wheezed with the dry heaving of lust.
“Now apologise Buttercup…. or do you want to end up over Willow’s knee for a sound spanking?”, smirked Mrs Post as the firm breasts of Buffy swung free through the cut of the suit.
“N-no…I…woof?”, said Buffy as she felt her dignity being strip mined as, though the magic was still steering her rudder, the former slayer had no idea that she herself was powering the vessel so to speak. But in her mind the magic was a crutch, a scapegoat for her to blame for her actions.
“That’s better”, said Willow, ““Besides, if you’re anything like Faith, your hungry and horny levels are off the chart. No amount of slaying could ever match the level of horny you’re feeling right now, I know you do. You just think it’s some kind of magic residue, well not, it doesn’t work like that. The magic feeds on your submission but the horny thing….. that’s all you”
“Yeah, just accept it B”, said Faith as she turned to Willow and balanced on her hind legs so her doubled up arms could balance on her owner’s knees as the slayer licked lovingly at Willow’s giggling face.
“Down girl…hahahaha”, laughed Willow as the drool slithered along her cheeks with an enthusiastic glee.
“I said down Fifi”, said the witch with a final stern word loving how obedient her girl was as the doggie whimpered in submission and dropped to her stumps and bounded around playfully as she sunk into her puppified role with a joyous ease, wagging her deep rooted tail as Willow took her by the leash and lead her over for a drink of water from the engraved bowl which Joyce had brought in.
“See B, its just rules and boundaries, fun and that. C’mon, we all know each other and believe me, first time your Mom or Red saw me like this, I nearly popped a nut but I know that they are all doing this out of love. I never thought I could feel loved like this but I totally am and I can’t get enough of it, these people love you already so if they didn’t they wouldn’t bother trying to help. Just go with the flow as you can’t escape from this, and I don’t mean the latex suit, I mean you can’t escape from the total hornies you feel. But never forget, I am the alpha here…..and you are the bitch”, said Faith reconfirming just what delights were available to Buffy if she could step down from her high horse and understand the melody which her soul was singing, Faith’s own soul sang the same tune and she was now willingly singing along with the rhapsody of shame, each note of degradation raising her desires.
“And right now Fifi is at the level where she can choose her rewards”, said Mrs Post warmly turning her attentions to her young charge she found such pride in. She opened a brown paper bag and held up two new toys still sealed in their hermetic wrapping “I bought you a couple more presents today, now you can either play with this remote controlled vibrator…..or this wall mounted dildo”
“Y-you mean….I could order Fifi to fuck herself on the dildo as we all watched”, squealed Willow with a head dizzying rush as she snatched the toys from Mrs Post and her eyes nearly popped from her head in excitement.
“Language Willow”, chided Mrs Post with a half hearted approach. “But yes”
“Yeah, sorry….but this is so cool, check it out baby, how much fun will this be?”, said the redhead as she showed her girlfriend, smothered in glossy black latex, the new playthings. “So which one shall we use?”
Faith’s skin ignited with the thought of handing over such control to Willow, at the thought of being so obedient she would shame herself to such degrees…..and the slayer had never been more turned on as a trail of slobber ran from her mouth.
“Not now girls as playtime is for later, so Faith no more talking as Buttercup is still playing catch up with her training, so I think formal introductions are necessary. Now Buttercup, watch how Fifi behaves and then you do the same, ok?”, said Joyce as she knelt down by Faith and smiled, “Hello Fifi”
Faith drew her weight and used her slayer agility to balance on three stumps as she stretched out her right front paw and placed it in the palm of Joyce and shook hands up and down like an obedient puppy.
“Good girl, very good girl”, said Joyce with honeyed words as she let the stump back down and held out a few M&M’s in her other palm which, after a wag of the tail and a ‘woof’ of thanks, Faith gobbled down as she gratefully received the sweet attentions of her other trainer. Mrs Post and her lover had told Faith about the offer to move in and the slayer was all for it, to be part of a loving family who not only helped with her training but encouraged it, was heaven for Faith.
“Maybe we can teach her the Snoopy dance?”, chuckled Willow to herself as her doggy scampered back over after the redhead had clicked her fingers. Fifi sat by her owner and nuzzled into her thigh as the PVC of Willow’s clothes crackled gently and flared in the gentle light.
“Ooh, she responds to a click of the fingers now? Wow Willow, you really have a good puppy there. You wouldn’t mind if I helped with her training and things, would you?”, asked Joyce excitedly.
“God no, I think Fifi would love it”, replied Willow with a wide grin.
“Now Buttercup, your turn”, said Mrs Post returning the attention to the other puppy as she knelt by Buffy and smoothed out her skirt in slow and deliberate motions, “Say hello Buttercup”
But as the golden puppy stared on through her dotted eyes she felt that ever present strange mix of utter humiliation and lust rise, but with a newer feeling of a simmering jealousy was now underpinning it.
“I said…say hello Buttercup”, repeated the Watcher with a firmer tone but Buffy was dumbstruck, her mind had yet to filter all the truths and revelations reverberating off the walls of her house and had frozen her buckled limbs. But though Buffy knew she wanted to obey, this vibrant part of her wanted to reject the notions…merely so the warm burn of punishment could be dealt out.
“Oh Buffy, I thought you wanted to find out your true….”, said Willow without thinking but before she could finish her chiding, for the redhead was just aching to use the wooden spoon on the butt or nipples of Buffy, she was cut off by a high pitched voice she hadn’t expected to hear.
“Buffy? That’s Buffy in there?”, came the shrill voice of shock tainted with lust.
“Cordelia w-what are you doing here?”, asked Willow as she looked up to see the well-dressed woman stand with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.
“Well the door wasn’t locked so I thought I’d surprise you, but I guess I got the surprise. I just had to come see what the hell was going on…. so why is Faith all….shiny?”, asked the tall young woman as she stepped with confidence into the midst of the living room.
“Huh? I thought the glamour didn’t include Cordelia?”, asked Joyce quickly regaining her composure upon seeing the unflappable demeanour of her lover, “I thought Cordelia would only see the puppies as…er…puppies”
“S-she should”, panted Willow feeling somewhat ill at ease with her secret being aired in such a bravura display.
“That was my fault…I swapped the glamour charms for copies which have no magic”, said Mrs Post easily as she slid an arm around Joyce.
“You mean…Will just walked me….across town….in broad daylight…..and everyone saw me….like this!?”, Faith wheezed as a sudden panic burnt her skin, but more than that, there was this unbridled humiliation which made her pussy nearly sing out loud with an ear piercing pitch.
“Shhh baby”, soothed Willow hugging her plastic coated girlfriend tight as she shuddered in fear and shame, “It’s ok, shhh….wait, that means that everyone saw me like this!?”
The witch motioned down to her PVC clad body and felt her knees loosen as she stumbled back onto the sofa, Faith , seeing her girlfriends distress, nuzzled her muzzle up to the stocking covered legs of Willow who just looked down to see the admiration and love in the brunettes eyes.
“I thought it was about time to test the courage of your convictions, to see how much you were willing to give of each other”, said Mrs Post with a wry grin, “But did anyone hassle you or give you trouble? No. See how this town is blinkered to anything out of the ordinary? Even Helen Keller would be able to notice something odd in Sunnydale, so the populace of this town seems to have this ‘don’t ask questions and carry on as usual’ approach to anything just slightly off the norm. If I didn’t think you could handle it I wouldn’t have done it, but I know how much you love each other and you needed a push into the light rather than hiding in shadows”
“B-but….w..what…”, said the redhead hugging her squeaking girlfriend tightly.
“I know that Faith has become adjusted to being Fifi and so needed to notch up the level of humiliation she could endure, and you too Willow. How did you feel crossing town dressed like you are with the girl you love on your leash? Sexy? Empowered? Confident?”
“Well….yes actually”, admitted the redhead as she could feel the support from Joyce and Mrs Post, and the unflinching love of Faith, filling her with a self-assurance she rarely felt outside of the confines of her own bathroom where she used a loafer as a microphone singing along to The Carpenters.
“Yeah, I thought you looked all buoyant and confident, kinda weird from you but once I saw the latex puppy on a leash…well I just had to follow you”, said Cordelia with a sly grin but the tautness of her words soon showed Mrs Post the unbridled desire humming within the girls bountiful chest.
“I see”, replied Willow as she pressed the knot of her tie to her collar and felt giddy with the feeling of strength and dominance as her hands ran over the perky nipples of her buckled doggie.
“So this really is Buffy in there?”, asked Cordelia as she strode forward, her Louboutins clicking loudly and her short leather skirt swishing smoothly on her waxed thighs, her white satin shirt clinging tightly to her curvaceous bosom. She looked stern and determined with a seeping playful dominance permeating the room as she stepped over to the humble rubber coated form of Buffy who was paralyzed with shock, the tall woman picked up one end of the trailing leash.
Buffy stared up through the pepperpot eyes of her latex hood and gulped, her pussy trembling as she felt the long legged woman give a small but authoritative tug on her collar.
“So….who wants to tell me what the hell’s going on?”, said Cordelia with a sly smile.
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