In your bed chambers Camalia stirs in her sleep as nightmares take hold of her. Camalia finds herself in the house she was raised in. Her father is throwing her a lavish birthday party to celebrate her eighteenth year.
The banquet hall was quit large and filled to the brim with people. Of course only the high class attended with the only exception being the slaves serving them. "My word Camalia I can't believe you have turned eighteen. Why I remember it like it was just yesterday when you would run around in the garden after you escaped your bath." Camalia blushed as her beloved father recalled such an embarrassing story.
"Oh father. That was a long time ago." Said Camalia as she took a horderve from one of the serving wrenches trays. "What are you talking about puppy? You are giving them a show as we speak." You say appearing behind her.
Camalia, confused looks back to you in horror. "Camalia! What on earth are you doing!?" Camalia looks back to her father who looks at her with disgust. As everyone in the ballroom looks at her Camalia herself looks down to see her pretty pink dress has disappeared, along with her underwear, stockings and shoes.
In a hall full of finely dressed aristocrats, nobles and royalty Camalia wore only her jewelry and a bit of make up. Quickly she crossed her arms over her chest, leaving her lower half completely uncovered and in full view for the crowd. "Oh my gosh! Where'd my cloths go!? Do something daddy!"
Camalias father, a rather portly man, straitened himself up before marching over to Camalia. "Yes something must be done here. What on earth is a slave doing eating the horderves?" Camalias father asks before slapping her hand that still held the small sandwich. Confused Camalia opened and closed her moth several times as she tried to find the words to explain herself.
"What? But this is my party! I'm no slave!" Camalias father, as well as every guest other than yourself, look at the bare blond in disgust. "Not a slave?
Then why are you dressed like one?" Camalia looks back down to see she is naked no more. Although nudity might have been more dignified as she found herself in her belly dancer attire. "What!? But these aren't my cloths!"
Camalia inspects her body, confused as to why she was suddenly dressed as a lowly dancing girl. "They are now puppy. Now shake it for the crowd and maybe I'll give you a treat." You say as a spotlight suddenly shines on Camalia. The blond tries to refuse only to find light barking noises escaping her lips.
Confused Camalia also feels something on her head and rear. Reaching up to inspect herself she finds her normal ears gone and little dog ears in their place. As if that was not bad enough right above her rear a small fluffy tail sprouted. Both matched her hair color. "Bad puppy!
When you are ordered to dance you dance!" You say before giving your puppy a hard smack to the rear. She releases a high pitch yelp of pain before trying to scoot herself away from you. This proved ineffective as another of the guest gave her another hard smack to her rear. "Dance puppy!"
The girl said with a smirk that looked very much like your own. Every time Camalia moved away from someone another person would appear behind her to give her a well deserved smack to her rear. Camalia barked in protest, still unable to speak actual words. "Look at her tail!" A younger guest pointed out.
"She like being spanked!" Yet another guest Camalia couldn't see finished. Camalias new tail was wagging wildly as the sharp sting caused a strange sense to reverberate throughout her body. "What a naughty puppy. I'll have to punish you after the show." You say before licking your lips.
With fear of your pleasant torture Camalia tried to run away, pushing past the crowds of people who she once thought of as her friends and family. However Camalia only made it past three people before her golden chain was tugged, pulling her back. "Time to dance puppy." Camalia looked up towards a railing to see you holding her leash, a wide smile on your face as you enjoyed the site of the embarrassed blond.
Suddenly the entire crowd of people began chanting the word 'dance.' It was rather creepy and did not sound like words of encouragement in the least. Rather it sounded as if they were all giving the girl an order. One she did not want to follow. Despite this Camalia found her body moving on it's own accord.
Camalia released barks of protest only to find her body unresponsive. She began to do a rather sexuilized belly dance. Focusing on shaking her modest breasts and waving her rear to the crowd. Her tail wagging even harder than it had been previously. "Dance puppy dance!
Dance puppy dance! Dance puppy dance!" The crowd cheered as Camalia looked around frantically. Trying to figure out why her body has betrayed her. Suddenly she notices strings tied around her body.
Going around her waist, arms, legs and several other parts of her body. Her eyes quickly followed the strings which welt up the chandelier above her and then over to you. The strings were tied to your fingers, which you moved around vigorously to control her actions. "I told you that you were mine now. So relax and enjoy dancing puppy.
We all know you like it." Suddenly the crowd begins to cheer her name, encouraging her as she danced. Camalias face showed her conflicted emotion. While she did not want to admit it being your dog felt rather nice. As did finally able to dance in public.
A small smile slowly crept onto Camalias face as she let herself be swept into the theme of the music and her own movements. But just as she began to enjoy her dance routine Camalias eyes shot open and she found herself in your bed chambers. "W-what? Where....where am I?" The room was dark, the sun setting some time ago.
Sitting up the bed covers fell off Camalias chest. With how groggy she was Camalia didn't notice her state of undress. "Where am I? Was.....was all that a dream?"
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