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She kneeled there patiently waiting for instruction, which sounded like it would be a tour of her new home. Just inches away from her new puppy brother, she silently tried to contain her emotions.

She was suddenly feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever, she could never run or speak again, she was an animal at the mercy of this strange man and this other modified slave.

Her new owner leaned down, placing a new collar around her neck and locking it in place. She waited silent and still as he grabbed a mirror and leaned in towards her, “your new collar has been permanently secured on you, it may take a few days to get used to, but it’s not coming off so you might as well.”

She looked into the mirror and slowly made out the letters that spelled her new name… “Drippy”

Her eyes watered with a combination of horror and anticipation for her new life. She kneeled there, waiting for instruction as he placed the mirror back on the shelf and walked around her again.

“Look like someone is happy already,” he said. Her new owner leaned in and could see her pussy glistening already as she waited patiently, “I decided to name you Drippy since your pussy is clearly going to be dripping a lot around here.”

“Boner,” he called out, “lick this mess off the floor whenever you see it, if I step in it, you’ll be punished.”

Boner quickly crawled over and licked the string of pussy juice off the tile, savoring the taste as he swallowed. It had been over a year since he’d arrived here, and he was told if he behaved he’d be rewarded with a bitch to mount, so he definitely didn’t want to screw this up.

“Come on pups,” their owner said, “I’m sure everyone could use a potty break.”

Drippy’s mind began to wander what was happening as she followed Boner across the room. Their owner unlatched the back door and opened it wide, motioning them out.

Boner quickly crawled outside into the grass and began moving around to find a good spot. Drippy was slow to follow up but she knew her options were slim at this point.

She watched closely as Boner found a tree in the corner and slowly lifted one leg to pee on it. She wasn’t entirely sure she had to go, but she leaned back and relieved herself as much as she could in the grass, earning praise from her new owner.

After a few minutes of following Boner around they heard a whistle and quickly tried to return to the door. As they entered, she followed Boner into the kitchen, a new room for Drippy, but certainly seemed fairly ordinary.

In the corner was a small dog crate, and beside it were several dog bowls, but other than that it appeared to be a regular kitchen like any old house.

“Drippy,” her owner spoke to her, “here you’ll find 3 bowls.” Drippy moved in closer to see as her owner pointed and spoke. “The left one is Boner’s food bowl, you are not to touch it. The right bowl is your food bowl, you will eat the food placed in it promptly and fully, do you understand?”

Drippy gave a shy nod, worried about what that might mean.

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“The center bowl is your water bowl. The both of you share that bowl and will quickly learn that you must work together.”

Drippy couldn’t believe this, not only did she have a pup brother to eat next to on this floor, but now she had to share a water bowl with him. Somehow this felt even more degrading than she could’ve imagined.

As she waited in fear, she could hear her new owner messing with things on the counter. After a minute or so, he leaned down and dropped a large scoop of something into each of their food bowls.

Boner quickly moved in and began lapping his up. While Drippy slowly inched forward, she immediately could tell what it was. The food was some sort of wet canned dog food, likely organic and safe for her to eat, but came with nothing less than a terrible smell and taste.

“Don’t make me show you what happens to puppies that don’t finish their food,” her owner chimed in.

Drippy leaned in and tried not to smell the food as she began to lap it up. The taste wasn’t as bad as she’d expected based on the smell, but the texture was certainly not easy to stomach.

She finally finished her food a good minute or two after Boner and sat back awaiting further instruction as she feared this would be a new daily ritual for her.

“Good girl,” her owner spoke, “you learn quickly I see.”

Drippy wanted to smile in anticipation but all she could think about was Boner slowly gazing at her and looking her over.

“Boner,” their owner called, “you’ve missed a spot.”

He pointed to the floor where Drippy had been while eating and there was a small string of precum that had dripped from her pussy.

She couldn’t believe that such a gross and terrible act had made her so wet that it was dripping down, but somehow everything was continuing to turn her on more and more.

Boner quickly crawled over and licked the pussy juice from the floor, which earned a quick but dismissive “good boy” from their owner.

“Now Drippy,” he turned back to her, “you pups will be fed twice a day, morning and evening, and you’ll be let out periodically to relieve yourself. I expect no accidents, and I expect you to finish your food.”

“Lastly, every other day, your tail will be removed for solid waste to be relieved. As you can imagine, you’ll get quite used to that schedule and the constant stretching back there.”

She was shocked hearing this, not only were her bathroom breaks now going to be completely controlled by her new owner, but surely they’d always be in front of him and Boner. Not to mention, she’d had plenty of experience with tail plugs but never for 48 hours straight and essentially 24/7.

“Now pups,” their owner spoke to both of them, “I think it’s time we go relax in the other room.”

Drippy slowly followed Boner back to the living room where their owner sat back on the couch and kicked his shoes off to relax. She waited patiently as she saw Boner moving in towards him.

Boner began slowly licking at their owners foot and happily wagged his tail as he did so. Drippy was disgusted as she slowly crawled closer, confused at what was expected of her.

“Drippy,” their owner said, “get in here and grab a taste,” he said, stretching out his other leg towards her. “If you do a good job, perhaps I’ll give you both a treat.”

She couldn’t believe the humility that was happening. As she leaned in, she could smell the strange man's sweaty foot and tried to hold her recent dinner down. She slowly began licking, wondering what sort of treat she could possibly be earning to make this worthwhile.

The minutes felt like eternity when suddenly something startled her. She looked back between her legs to see a giant drop of precum dangling from her pussy to her thigh. She couldn’t believe it, she’d never felt so degraded before, yet somehow had never been wetter.

After several minutes of the degrading act, her owner finally sat back up and echoed “good pups” down to them.

“Now that you’ve cleaned me off, I’ll go ahead and let you both have some fun. Boner, why don’t you give your new friend a taste.”

Drippy was unsure if that would happen next, but if it was anything sexual she was ready. Regardless of the humiliation, at this point she just needed someone inside her.

Boner moved around her slowly as he found his face near her rear. He leaned in, giving an audible sniff at her large and prominent pussy. It was glistening from how turned on she was, yet slightly ripe due to the long couple days she’d endured without bathing.

He slowly stuck out his tongue and licked the string of precum running down her leg. Drippy let out a sigh and tried to keep her composure. She was dying to call out and beg him to take her, but she knew she couldn’t speak anymore and would be punished even if she could.

Finally, she felt it, Boner slowly slid his tongue along her pussy, just barely missing her clit. She was already on edge and dying for more. He gave another lick, this time grazing her clit as he took in her taste and smell.

“That’s enough,” suddenly their owner called out, “I don’t want Drippy here to think it’s all about her.”

Boner backed up slowly in dismay, but nowhere near as disappointed as Drippy.

“Let’s call it an early night, it’s been a long day for everyone.”

Their owner led them to the bedroom where two dog crates were sitting. They weren’t ordinary however, they were made from solid steel and had large locks on them, clearly designed to contain even the most unruly pups.

Drippy slowly entered her cage, barely able to contain how horny and denied she felt, but quickly realized it was going to be a long night.

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