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woman commanded, speaking to someone who was outside Maudie's current field of vision.
    She heard a scrape of heavy boots, and then felt strong hands grasping her as dark shadows fell across her. All she could see momentarily was a buckle and part of a shirt, and then her world seemed to turn over as she was hauled up and twisted, other hands grasping her legs and arms. And then she was upright... but not exactly upright, for she was on all fours, crouched with her back parallel to the floor and staring down at arms that were hers and yet not hers, for they were far too long, dark brown in colour and ending in huge paws. She bowed her head further and peered back along the underside of her body. Sure enough, her stiffly braced back legs also had paws, and beneath her chest she could see two leather covered breasts that jutted down out of all proportion to the breasts she herself had.
    'You'll soon get the idea,' she heard Miss Crowthorne telling her, and felt a tug at one side of her head. 'You see, for this game we've turned you into a little doggie girl. No, don't try to stand up!' This time there was a sharp slap of something that stung Maudie's behind, the pain dulled by the protective coating of the leather skin, but not so much that the sting did not make her jump and yelp.
    'Dogs don't walk on two legs, missy,' a male voice growled close to her left ear. 'Mistress wants you down, so you stay down. Should I be putting a leash on the bitch now, Miss Crowthorne?'
    'The nice red one, I think, Burrows, to match her pretty collar. Then you can attend to her and take her for a walk outside until the master is ready for her. Make sure she gets some water, too, and plenty of it. I found it amusing watching her when she peed. She's had her fun lolling and preening and trying to play the lady, now it's our turn. Here, you'll need this, and make sure you wash her thoroughly when you're through. The master isn't overly fussy whose hole he bores, but he does like 'em to be clean and sweet smelling, at least to begin with.'
     
    I could at least pretend I didn't have any idea the sort of thing Anne-Marie had in mind, but of all the things I can be accused of, being a liar isn't one of them. No, I knew only too well that we were about to embark upon another round of her peculiarly devious and deviant little games, and if the truth be told even further and more bluntly, I welcomed the prospect. Not just as a diversion, for that craving little fire was beginning to grow ever more insistent within me. That little ember that may have first glimmered when I discovered the trunks of clothing in the loft space at the cottage was now something that burned whenever it was neglected for too long, and in attending to its needs, it seemed I was only adding to its appetite.
    The one time well-balanced, healthy and energetic, dare I say normal teenager, seemed not only a thing of the past, but a thing from a past that was long gone, only distantly remembered and, if regretted at all in its passing, then regretted only in odd moments of self-recrimination that were becoming rarer by the day. In other words - and they were the only words I could think of back then - I was turning into a proper slut, transformed under the influences of both past and present, which banished innocence forever and left in its place an insatiable desire that needed appeasing.
    Anne-Marie had already decided I was to once again become 'Teenie-slave', which meant the same outfit I had worn at the club, but first I had to bathe and shave away my stubble and present myself for her inspection. She duly looked me over with a close scrutiny, and nodded her approval.
    'My soft little Teenie,' she murmured, using the diminutive still even though I would have been at least two inches taller than her had she not been wearing platform heeled shoes, whilst I was as yet still barefoot. 'Maybe one of these days we should try shaving your head, too,' she suggested. 'You don't like long