'Lola' needs a bath

All the running around in the backyard had made poor Lauren mighty dirty. Sand and grass stuck to her sweaty body. And her hair was a complete mess. But hey, she was a dog. What could she do?

"You are filthy, Lola." said the old man upon noticing this.

Lauren perked up her head. So what? Get over it, she thought.

"I think I have an idea."

What? she wondered. But then she noticed the smirk on the geezer's face. No, she thought. No, no, no. He can't mean to...

"I think my puppy needs a thorough bath." said Mr. Johnson with a smile, as he moved towards the naked woman.

Lauren started backing away but was too tired to put up much of a fight. And the old man knew the layout of his own home better than her. There was nowhere to hide. The geezer gripped her collar and led the **** woman into the bathroom nearby.

"In you go!" he pointed at the bathtub.

Lauren looked at the old man pleadingly, hoping he would take pity on her, but he just stood there as unshaken as ever. Defeated, Lauren started rising up to step into the tub.

"No," the old man put his hand on her back, keeping her down. "You're a doggie, remember?"

With a heavy sigh of surrender, Lauren crawled into the bathtub. It was harder than she had expected. Of course, she flashed her little backside and slit to the man behind her in the process. Once inside the tub, she sat down on her heels, her arms crossed in front of her chest with her hands on her clenched thighs.

Mr. Johnson sat on the edge of the tub as he started the waters. As the tub was slowly filling, he kept stroking Lauren's hair and saying "Good doggie."

Lauren saw the many bottles of oils, salts and shampoos at the edge of the tub and reached for one in hopes of getting some bubble cover, but the old man slapped her hand away. With a sigh, she accepted that the water would be her only cover. But once it had reached her waist, Mr. Johnson turned off the water. She was not even allowed a full tub. She was only allowed a glorified puddle for her bath. Like an animal...

Mr. Johnson used a little plastic cup to pour water from the tub over Lauren's head. After several cups when her hair was all wet, he used his hands to rub some shampoo in.

Lauren, though dared not admit it, felt the hands massaging her scalp to be relaxing. She loved to be pampered by others, but her current situation was still not lost on her. She was a pet. And her hair being washed meant she could no longer hide her face behind her mane. She just hoped the geezer wouldn't recognise her.

"Now I can see your pretty eyes." said the old man with a smile. "And such crimson cheeks. Are you sick, Lola?"

No, damn you. I'm naked, she thought, fully knowing that he knew as well.

Soon, Lauren could feel Mr. Johnson's hand travel down her body, and she closed her eyes. She dreaded their destination. First he gently washed her shoulder, then her back. Then her side and... tummy?

Mr. Johnson saw the surprised expression on Lola's face when he deliberately avoided her erect litte nipples, and chuckled a little.

Lauren thought she might get through the bath without the most embarrassing parts. He really treated her like a puppy and not like a woman. She may... Then she felt Mr. Johnson's arm 'accidentally' brush over her attention-seeking nipple and a little moan escaped her mouth. Damn it, she thought. Men...

"What was that, little girl?" asked the old man with a grin. "Did you like that?"

Mr. Johnson moved his hands up and started washing Lauren's meek little bust. The poor woman just shuddered under the man's gentle touch, yet she unconciously pushed her chest into the prodding fingers. Her body was betraying her. Her own body. She moaned again as the geezer circled a finger around her painfully erect nipple.

"Does my little Lola like this?" cooed the old man. Of course, her squirming and moans answered his question.

Then suddenly the fingers left and no matter how she moved her body, her aching nipples couldn't find any contact. She opened her eyes to see Mr. Johnson's wide grin.

"I asked, does my little Lola like this?"

Lauren closed her eyes in shame. "Woof..." she yelped in agreement, feeling another flush course through her face and chest.

"That's my girl." said the geezer as his hands returned to 'wash' Lola's chest. "At least one of us does. I, myself, of course prefer a womanly bust over these." he said, twisting a nipple. "The bigger the better."

Of all the men in the world, it was the geezer, Mr. Johnson, to first play with her boobies. And while mocking her less than adequate size at the same time. Oh the indignity. Yet her body responded to his touch. Even his words touched something in her.

"You are a randy little bitch, aren't you Lola?" he cooed in her ear.

Lauren had a hard time thinking of anything else than the feeling in her titties. And it wasn't like she could have just pushed him away and run. She was a... a good doggie...

"How about this?" asked Mr. Johnson, as he snaked a hand down her flat tummy and held her clitoris between two fingers.

That was all it took. Lauren leaned back, gripping the edge of the tub, and with a high-pitched scream she came. She trashed in the shallow water as waves and waves of pleasure coursed through her tiny body. Mr. Johnson didn't let go of the little nub until she was done.

After a few minutes when she finally came to, she looked up at Mr. Johnson's satisfied face.

"Did my little Lola enjoy her bath?"

Lauren looked at herself. She was lying on her back in the tub. Her legs spread wide apart, her small chest rising and falling with her panting. She sat up, crossing her arms in front of her again, like modesty still mattered.

"Good. Now let's dry the wet puppy." he chuckled, knowing full well his puppy was wet in more than one way.

After she had been thoroughly dried with a coarse towel, Mr. Johnson sent the pink little doggie on her way to sleep with a swat on her scrawny behind. Lauren lay down on the carpet in the living room. She was considering the events of the day. Being locked out of her home, being stripped and laughed at by her ex and his friends, having to rely on May, becoming a pet for one of her most important customers, and now waiting for May to return in the morning. But the poor woman was so exhausted that she fell asleep soon afterwards.

The events of tomorrow depended on May's timely arrival. Would she even come?