(Subplot) Fetch!

"This is incredible!" Nigel gasped, wiping the cum from his dick with tissue paper which he then dispatched into a nearby wastepaper basket as casually as if it were a candy wrapper "Okay, before I take you for walkies, you're going to be a nice, loving, obedient pet for me and do whatever I tell you aren't you?"

"Ruff!" Mel helplessly agreed as she wagged her tail to further demonstrate compliance.

"Oh Melanie, you have no idea how much I wish I could keep you like this forever" Nigel sighed "Okay. Let's start with a simple one. I want you to find and fetch my slippers"

"Ruff!"

Melanie scanned the room and quickly sighted one well worn brown slipper by an armchair while another had found it's way under Nigel's desk. She crawled purposefully over to the one by the chair first since it was easier to retrieve, panting excitedly for effect. No matter how much revulsion she felt, Melanie was compelled to give Nigel the full impression of being his obedient and loving pet dog. She stooped her head down and bit into the rim of the slipper with her front teeth. It seemed each moment of this job instantly became the single worst thing she had ever had to do.. The smell from having her nose practically inside the slipper was almost overpowering. Nonetheless, Mel trotted back, seemingly happily, to her owner and dropped it dutifully by his feet.

"Good girl, now fetch me the other one" Nigel smiled as he placed the first on his left foot.

Melanie couldn't believe she was now going to have to repeat that revolting and degrading experience. But it would be even worse - this time she had to manoeuvre herself under his desk. There was no dignified way of doing this. Having crawled over to the desk she raised her butt and lowered her torso so she could move far enough underneath it to reach the second slipper. There was a loud groaning from behind her. Nigel, and his phone camera, were directly opposite and she dreaded to think of the view she was giving them now. Still, rather than discourage her owners arousal she gave her tail a wag to tantalise him further. She then, rather uncomfortably, dipped her head down and bit into the second slipper. She clumsily dropped it the first time but managed to keep her grip on the second attempt as she backed out from under the desk and trotted back to Nigel.

As Melanie sat at her owners' now slippered feet, smiling up at him and waiting for her next instruction Nigel, for the first time, felt bold enough to touch her. He stroked her hair and down her back, but in a tender and surprisingly non sexual way. More like someone would be expected to treat a dog than a naked woman. Melanie pretended to like it, making a contented grunting sound while wagging her tail.

"Aren't you just the perfect, perfect pet!" Nigel gushed "I think you deserve a treat. I bet you are hungry, aren't you, girl?"

"Ruff! Ruff!" Melanie found herself agreeing.