Comply for now...

"What?" Samantha said in surprise. She hadn't meant to show a sign of hesitation so suddenly, but the woman took her by surprise, and any attempts to defend Tiffany's interest in being a petgirl were about to receive a serious challenge.

Tiffany, on the other hand, was less shocked, and more intrigued. Tiffany had done some research on this resort; she needed to in order to understand the best ways to push her petgirl plan on Samantha. Yet, in all her research, this woman hadn't been a factor. The resort had various owners, and as far as Tiffany knew, she wasn't one of them.

"It will suit your interests if you both follow me. But if you'd rather, I can have security escort you instead." The red-headed woman still had her hands on her hips, and had not yet dropped her stern expression.

Samantha was about to give in, but this time, Tiffany decided to stand up. Figuratively, of course; she needed to stay on all fours if she wanted to convince Samantha that being a petgirl was a good thing. "Not so fast," Tiffany said, trying to look stern herself despite being naked and sitting like a dog.

The red-headed owner, pose unbroken, and Samantha still laying on the elevated chair, looked down. Both stares give an extra thump to Tiffany's heart, but she decided to hold her ground and speak her mind. "How do we know you're an owner? Anyone can just show up and claim they own a place like this. And you're certainly not dressed for it."

With a smirk, the woman responded. "You shouldn't be criticizing clothing when you clearly have no interest in wearing any." Tiffany felt a sting to her heart for that, as well as another throb of passion for such a sudden and vibrant grin, but let it slide as the woman continued.

"You can call me Eliza. I'm an estranged daughter of one of the owners, so legally speaking, my name is not on the paperwork." The red-headed woman removed her sunglasses, yet kept her eyes closed, as if saving them for something bold. "Yet my father became quite enamored by my existence, so he's given me not just leeway, but control over, well, basically every aspect." She replaced her sunglasses, eyes finally opening again. "A bit of a foolish man perhaps, but kindhearted nevertheless. So when I say I have authority, I mean that without hesitation."

The woman raised her hand, as if carrying a meal. "You could test your theory, but it's a high risk with no real reward. Even if I was bluffing, others are going to question what you're doing. Your best chance is with me. It's up to you two if you'll take it."

Tiffany felt an urge to defy, as she typically did with anyone who pushed authority on her, but this woman gave a strange feeling alongside that. It was similar to how she felt with Samantha took charge, something that felt similar to arousal, but Tiffany's inner thoughts immediately denied this. 'No, whatever this feeling is, ignore it. You're here to be a petgirl. For Samantha's sake!'

However, before Tiffany could push back, Samantha stood up. "Okay, lead the way." Tiffany was stunned, Samantha had given in so easily, so calmly even. Tiffany had every intention of speaking against this, of fighting back. Tiffany's defiance wouldn't let her give in so easily. Yet, as Samantha took her first steps forward, she looked back and down at the naked petgirl sitting like a dog, and gave a slight pull on the leash. "Come along, Tiff."

And that was it. Tiffany's throb of passion overrode any defiance, and she was now crawling, hand and knees, behind her sister and the mysterious woman in the flaming bikini. "Wh-why?" Tiffany said with a mumble, her brain struggling to process under the weight of the growing arousal. Samantha didn't answer, she just continued calmly walking forward, out of the pool area, and into a private hall.

The woman turned to them, hand on hip, a stern look on her face. "Alright, make whatever long story you have short." Samantha nodded. To Tiffany, she seemed far more fierce than she had ever imagined.

In reality, she was actually quite nervous. Too much was changing in their lives, so much was now at risk, yet she knew that she couldn't show a sign of weakness. Regardless, Samantha told the story without hesitation. She did her best to prevent herself blushing, while giving each bit of their tale with nonchalance. It was easy to tell Tiffany was impressed, but Samantha had no idea how much so.

"Interesting. So a vacation went wrong." Both girls nodded automatically to the red head's words. "Or right, perhaps."

"I...wouldn't say that exactly," Samantha said with a bit of hesitation. She didn't mean it, she was just so surprised by the idea that this whole petgirl business could be a good thing. 'Even if Tiffany was able to snap into the role so easily, this can't be good thing...right?'

"I would, but I can understand the worry attached. You two are quite young after all, and I don't just mean your physical ages." This Eliza woman was older and more experienced than one might expect. "So, I'll make you two a deal."

The girls perked up at the idea, more attention granted to the woman, who put one hand on her hip. "I'll work on speeding up the delivery of that little remote of yours. Then you two can decide if you want to return to your normal lives. But until then..." The woman removed her sunglasses, revealing dark blue piercing eyes. "I want you two to really accept your roles."

Samantha clearly seemed confused, but Tiffany felt her stomach drop, as well as another drip from her pussy to the floor.

Eliza looked directly at Samantha, sending chills down her spine. She waved her sunglasses at Samantha as she talked. "You're the mistress, and she's your pet. You've been dabbling in the dominance, but lightly, perhaps even subconsciously. You're shifting into the next gear starting now. Embrace it fully."

The young woman wanted to debate it, but Eliza was already shifting to look down at Tiffany. "And you, pet. You're clearly enjoying this way more than you let on. And you need to show it if your mistress is going to understand. I'll make sure security stays off your back, but until you take that collar off, you need to be a loyal little pet."

She then gave a glance and a smirk toward Samantha. "Because if you don't, Samantha's going to be a good master and punish you. Isn't that right?" Samantha hurriedly nodded, her nerves getting the better of her again. Tiffany's jaw nearly dropped at how Samantha was so willing to agree.

With arousal flooding her mind, Tiffany didn't have time to debate her next comment. "Owner or not, we don't have to listen to you! I don't even have to be a pet if I don't want to be."

Wordlessly, Eliza looked over at Samantha. Samantha nearly jumped. The message was clear, and Samantha was now the one meant to control the conversation. Not wanting to hesitate, the nervous girl paused before saying, "Tiffany..."

Tiffany was letting her frustrations keep her above the growing tide of arousal. "Don't even Samantha, I'm not going to back down to her!"

"Tiffany..."

"And you shouldn't either! In fact, I'm-"

"Tiffany!"

The shout echoed in the private hall, surprising Tiffany to silence. The red-headed woman just watched patiently. "Tiffany. Behave yourself, or I'll have to discipline you."

The naked girl raised an eyebrow. "What? Why are you acting like-"

"Tiffany." There was no loud echoing voice or bite, just firm calm, similar to just a few minutes ago at the pool. That calm leadership before was Samantha trying to focus, trying to keep her sister out of trouble. But this was different, this was intentional, and for reasons Samantha couldn't fathom yet, this was fun.

"Turn around. And raise your butt." Tiffany's eyes bulged more than Samantha had ever seen. More than that defining moment when the cage door locked on Tiffany and kickstarted this whole petgirl business. Even more than that first couple of spanks from the night before. Their dynamic had been a nebulous place since then. Both girls felt like they were trying to figure each other other.

But Samantha knew this Eliza woman meant business. She couldn't hesitate now. Samantha knew it was time to fully take on her role.

"But..." Tiffany was speechless for a moment, but Samantha said nothing. Eliza said nothing. Tiffany...knew she should say nothing and comply. And yet... "No, I'm not going to obey, I'm-"

"Tiff. You're only making the punishment worse. Turn around and raise your butt."

Somehow Samantha's phrasing was even firmer, more direct, and only made Tiffany's pussy throb more. It took her several seconds to fathom how to act, before finally saying, "F-fine. Whatever... whatever!"

The petgirl blushed, not really sure how to justify any of this within her crumbling logic; she decided to make sense of it later. For now Tiffany would play along, 'Just to get this over with!'

Slowly, and awkwardly, Tiffany shuffled around, her butt now facing both women. They stood tall already, but now felt even taller. "Good, now raise it higher. I don't feel like bending down." From the corner of her eye, Tiffany saw the red head nod in approval to Samantha's command, and made Tiffany fume.

"Fine! Whatever!" Being loud and obnoxious made Tiffany feel better about this, so she decided to keep trying that.

Butt raised as high as Tiffany felt willing to do, she started to say, "There, is that good enou-" The sentence was quickly cut short as a big smack slapped right into Tiffany's rear. "Eeep!" She hated herself for that.

"No. Higher."

"F-fine," Tiffany grumbled. She raised herself even higher, her chest now firmly squished into the tile floor. She couldn't see either woman anymore, but she hated how they were seeing her with more clarity than ever.

Another smack, and Tiffany yelped again.

"I think I'll give you two more."

"Two?!" Tiffany said, her butt already starting to match her face in color.

Tiffany heard the woman say. "Are you sure two's enough?"

Samantha paused before saying, "You're right. It's four now."

Tiffany was horrified, but didn't get to speak up as another slap smacked her butt. Another yelp came free from her lips. She couldn't control it. And even worse, she knew Samantha and Eliza were loving every time she did it.

Another smack, another, and then another. Each smack to the opposing cheek, each with a firm hand. And no matter how much Tiffany tried to steel herself, she yiped every time. Just like a pet. 'I...I need to stop this...' Tiffany thought to herself. Yet she couldn't. The arousal was too strong, she was fully submersed.

"You can sit now Tiff." Samantha said, firm voice still in place. Tiffany did as instructed, but her butt was far too sensitive, so she went right back to being on all fours.

"See, wasn't that fun?" Eliza said to Samantha, a big smirk on her face. Tiffany couldn't help but glare in anger. Unfortunately for her, Samantha noticed.

"Tiffany. Be a good girl, or you won't be rewarded later." Tiffany's eyes bulged, remembering last night, and the reward she got. While Eliza having a big grin on her face was expected, Tiffany felt outright astonished to see a small simper form on Samantha's.