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When Max confessed his curiosity about the lifestyle over dinner, I could see the mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. As he spoke, I listened intently, never breaking eye contact. When he finished, I smiled, sensing his readiness to explore this side of himself.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked, my voice firm but gentle.

Max nodded, a little shakily, but there was no mistaking the eagerness in his eyes. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, the word sounding both strange and right coming from him.

I stood up and walked around the table, letting my presence and authority envelop him. "Then we begin tonight," I declared, placing a collar on the table in front of him. It was simple, black leather with a small silver tag that read "Puppy."

I watched his heart race as he picked up the collar. Taking it from his hands, I fastened it around his neck. "From now on, you are my puppy," I said. "You will obey my commands without question. Understood?"

Max nodded again, his eyes shining with excitement. I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. "Good boy," I said. "Now, strip."

He hesitated for a moment, his face flushing, but my steady gaze didn’t waver. With a deep breath, Max complied, removing his clothes piece by piece until he stood completely naked before me. I took a moment to admire him, appreciating his submission and the beauty of his vulnerability.

"On your hands and knees," I commanded, attaching a leash to his collar.

Max obeyed, a rush of exhilaration evident on his face as he got down on all fours. I gave the leash a gentle tug, guiding him to the living room. I sat down on the couch and patted my lap.

"Puppy, lay your head here," I commanded.

Max crawled over and rested his head on my lap. I stroked his hair gently, both comforting and asserting my control. "From now on, you will only make puppy sounds. No more talking. Understood?"

Max nodded and let out a soft whimper, the thrill of the new rule lighting up his eyes. I smiled, pleased with his response. "Good boy," I said softly. "You will learn to obey me, to trust me," I continued. "And in return, I will take care of you, my sweet puppy."

To introduce Max to his new life, I wanted to encompass everything in one session. I brought out a set of puppy toys – a rubber ball, a chew toy, and a rope for tug-of-war.

"Puppy," I said, holding up the ball. "Fetch."

Max hesitated for a moment before crawling over and taking the ball in his mouth. He brought it back to me, earning a pat on the head and a warm smile.

"Good boy," I praised. "Now, let's see how you do with the chew toy."

Handing him the toy, I watched as Max began to chew on it, finding satisfaction in pleasing me. I felt pride swell in my chest, knowing he was becoming more comfortable and confident in his new role.

Next, I decided to test his obedience with an obstacle course I had set up in the living room. There were pillows to crawl over, chairs to maneuver around, and a small tunnel made from a blanket draped over the coffee table.

"Puppy," I commanded, "crawl through the tunnel."

Max obeyed, crawling through the makeshift tunnel with determination. When he emerged on the other side, I praised him again. "Good boy. Now, jump over the pillows."

He complied, leaping over the pillows on all fours, his sense of pride growing with each successful jump. My approval was his greatest reward.

After completing the obstacle course, Max was panting but happy. I pulled him close. "You've done so well, Puppy," I said, stroking his hair. "I think it's time for a special reward."

His heart pounded with anticipation as he looked up at me, eyes filled with devotion. I smiled down at him, feeling a mix of affection and desire.

"Today, Puppy, you get to please me," I said, my voice soft but commanding.

He let out a happy whimper, eager to show his devotion. I lifted my skirt slightly, revealing my panties, and guided Max's head between my thighs. "Use your tongue, Puppy. Make your Mistress feel good."

His eyes lit up with excitement as he began to lick, his tongue moving with eager, practiced strokes. I let out a soft moan, tangling my hands in his hair, guiding him to the spots that made me shiver with pleasure.

"Good boy," I murmured, my voice breathy. "Just like that."

Max's world narrowed down to pleasing me, his focus unwavering. He licked and sucked with dedication, adjusting his technique to my responses.

My moans grew louder, my grip on his hair tightening as I rode the waves of pleasure. His devotion and the taste of my arousal drove him to work even harder.

"Yes, Puppy," I gasped, my voice strained with pleasure. "You're doing so well."

His heart swelled with pride and love, continuing with unwavering focus.

Finally, I let out a loud moan, my body tensing as I climaxed. I held Max's head in place, my thighs trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me.

When my orgasm subsided, I gently pushed Max away and looked down at him with a satisfied smile. "Good boy," I said softly, stroking his hair. "You pleased your Mistress very well."

Max let out a happy bark, feeling completely fulfilled. He knew he had earned my praise and affection, his greatest reward.

I allowed him to rest his head on my lap, fingers gently running through his hair. "You are my good boy," I repeated, my voice full of love and pride. "But I think you deserve another reward."

His eyes lit up with excitement as I extended my leg. "You may hump my leg until you cum, Puppy," I said, my voice firm yet caring.

His eyes widened in surprise and anticipation. Letting out a grateful whimper, he positioned himself. As he began to thrust gently against my leg, the sensation was intense, and I could feel his pleasure building quickly. My presence, scent, and touch amplified everything.

"Good boy," I murmured, my voice soothing and encouraging. "Let it all out, Puppy."

His movements became more urgent, breathing ragged as he neared his climax. My hand continued to stroke his hair, grounding him in the moment and reinforcing his sense of belonging.

With a final thrust, he reached his peak, shuddering as he came against my leg. He buried his face in my lap, feeling relief, gratitude, and overwhelming love.

Allowing him to rest, I gently lifted his chin. "You did so well, Puppy," I said warmly. "I am very proud of you."

Max let out a contented whimper, his heart overflowing with emotion. As he panted, I noticed the substantial amount of precum and cum he had left on my leg.

I smiled with amusement. "Look at the mess you've made, Puppy," I said, laughing lightly. "I think you deserve a new name for this."

His eyes widened in a mix of embarrassment and pride. He let out a soft whine, feeling the humiliation wash over him.

"From now on, you'll be known as Puddles," I declared. "Do you understand, Puddles?"

Max nodded and let out a loud bark, accepting his new name.

I laughed, enjoying his reaction. "Good boy, Puddles. Now, let's hear you bark louder and louder."

Max obeyed, his barks growing louder and more fervent with each command. My laughter filled the room, his dedication both endearing and entertaining.

"Puddles," I said, my laughter subsiding, "you've done so well. But you made quite a mess on my leg. Clean it up, Puddles."

His eyes widened, but he let out a submissive whine and nodded. Extending my leg, I watched as he began to lick me clean. The act was both humiliating and arousing for him, a reminder of his place and devotion. He took his time, ensuring every trace was removed, savoring the taste and the act of submission.

When he finished, I patted his head. "Good boy," I said softly. "You did very well."

Max let out a happy bark, feeling completely content and fulfilled. In that moment, he knew he had found his true place – as my loyal and obedient puppy, cherished and rewarded for his devotion. And he wouldn't have it any other way.