Walkies

Well well. This was going a lot smoother than I had imagined.

Sure there was that one ill-fated **** attempt, but so what? I was already living each day like it was my last.

I had no regrets anymore.

This... this was... what I was meant to do.

The weather was nice. The country scenery was beautiful.

The blooming flowers, the wind softly caressing the grass, the birds chirping...

It was just a nice stroll down the countryside.

Me, my wife... and our naked, big-titted poochie with her skillfully sculpted buttocks shaking with each step.

I had a feeling the pair wasn't enjoying this as much as I did... but their opinions didn't matter anymore.

This was my fantasy world, and they had to live in it.

Michelle was starting to look especially sour again. Even more sour than the bitch she was dragging by the leash.

Well, not "dragging". Michelle was being extra careful to keep the leash loose. She was walking to the pace that Janice was crawling. And Janice... Janice was crawling as slow as she dared. Her pace was the perfect balance for someone both afraid of displeasing me and annoyed at having to do this extremely humiliating thing.

She was still growling every few minutes. Just waiting for her chance to pounce me... even though we both knew she wouldn't.

But yeah, I didn't worry about her. Her obedience was so high that I might have to fuck up royally to get her to disobey me. Michelle, on the other hand... there was still space for doubt there.

It didn't look like she still bought the whole "your sister wants to be a dog"-thing. I mean, who would? But, still... psychologically, she needed that bullshit story. If I told her that "hey, now I'm going to order your sister to get naked and then you have to walk her around with a leash", she'd have every reason to rebel. An order like that could require her to be... hmm, my guess... she'd have to be around +90 or something? But now... Even though she doubted my story... she still had that one tiny chance she could hold onto. Maybe it was all real. Maybe this was the real Janice. Just maybe. That made the part of her mind that was too afraid to disobey me willing to accept this ridiculous shit.

That... and just to be extra careful... I needed to give her some lubrication. Every once in a while.

That sour face was only turning more sour.

Might be time to do it again.

She turned to me... and I smiled warmly. "I'm so glad you're accepting your sister like this, honey. I'm really proud of you. Also... I consider walking the dog an important wifely duty... and you're doing an excellent job. Really. You're putting all the other housewives to shame."

"Oh- aaah...." she began moaning quietly.

Yeah. Her wife-trait was super useful here. It didn't take more than that to turn that upside down, as the constant pleasure cruise my praises kept giving her was holding her mind in a lovely, pink fog.

This one was a double dose though. I both complimented her housewife work and reminded her that this was, in fact, housewife work. Therefore, "walking the dog", just like doing the laundries or making my dinner, should keep her in a constant state of arousal.

I was giving her these pleasantries so often that I could already smell her damp panties all the way up here. No orgasm, of course... Just the eternal edge of the seemingly-close fulfillment. For an orgasm... she'd have to beg, plead... and do something really special.

She would. Eventually.

I wondered... did Janice smell her sister's damp pussy better from down there? Did she see how wet her legs were? Did she notice how my words made her shiver, tremble and how they... penetrated her?

She had to hear the moaning, at least. She had to see how sexual Michelle's breathy sighs where getting.

Janice just glared at me. She had to know that my abilities were the reason for Michelle's behavior.

Yeah, so far, Janice was probably the only one from my slaves who had to be certain that I had some sort of supernatural abilities. Therefore seeing me manipulate her sister like this... she was smart enough to realize what was going on.

And she now understood that she couldn't do anything to physically stop me. I had driven her to a corner. There was no way to escape this. No way to fight back. I could see it in her eyes. She didn't have any more plans to combat me.

The only way for her to survive this... was to make me happy. To hope for my mercy. To... surrender to my will.

At least I hoped she would reach that obvious conclusion.

She wasn't the most logical person I had ever met.

Then again, if she somehow resolved to fight back... I would welcome that.

It was fun to vanquish that bitch. Time and time again.

Her slow, resistant crawling was starting to annoy me, though.

"Let's make this a brisk walk, Michelle. Keep up with me."

"Uh- oh, right, okay..."

I quickened my pace, taking longer strides now.

Michelle had to keep up, which meant... soon enough, her sister was feeling that tug on her collar.

"Jan- Please, come, come on!" Michelle ordered her slow-ass, naked sister.

It was a bit funny. I didn't give Janice orders to keep up with the pace, but since her sister did, and she had been ordered to hold that leash... It meant that for Michelle to comply with my newest order, she had to keep Janice on the move as well.

Janice was clearly very **** to do any kind of fast jogging unless she was ordered to.

I was already several steps away from Michelle, and she was getting frustrated for not being able to keep up with me.

"Come- Come on now! Faster! Please! Janice!"

Janice just scowled, but picked up her pace a bit.

It wasn't enough, though. I was already leaving the pair in my dust.

"Come on! We have to- We have to, run! Just, move it!"

Janice really, really didn't want to take these kinds of orders from her sister.

No. She was now motivated to do the opposite... and slowed herself down.

I knew the sisters always had this sort of, small, competitive relationship. One always wanted to be more successful than the other. Sure Janice had won that game pretty decisively... which made this current setup all the more humiliating for her.

She hated taking orders from me... But I had a feeling that listening orders from Michelle was even worse for her.

She didn't have independence with me... but she had plenty of it with her sister. And her ordering her like she was, I don't know... some sort of, you know, dog... I guess she was reaching her limit.

But so was Michelle.

If she didn't keep up with my pace... she was disobeying my order.

I had no idea what that felt like when you were at +79, like she was.

I could only guess... but I bet it felt like your stomach doing flips and having a panic attack at the same time.

It wasn't a humiliating order, not an order she'd have to consider a long time before obeying. This was a no-brainer. Just keep up with me.

And her sister's... selfish behavior was preventing her from doing that.

"NGH! WOOF!"

Even though I was a few dozen steps away... I could still hear it.

And it brought a bright smile to my face.

Michelle... had to resolve to violently pulling on the leash.

"COME ON! WE HAVE TO RUN! COME... ON!!"

"WOOFF!! WOOOFF!!!"

And all Janice could do was bark back.

It was fucking beautiful.

I quickened my pace. I wanted to make the pair even more ****.

"WOOF! WOOOFFF!"

"STOP BARKING AND RUN! YOU RUN EVERY DAY, YOU FITNESS- F-FREAK! JUST... FUCKING RUN!"

A few more barks, some more **** shouting and grunting...

But a minute later, Michelle was finally successful.

She had managed to reach my side.

Sure she was out of breath already, but she had managed to obey my order.

And the whiny gym-bitch was jogging naked, on bruised knees behind her, growling and grunting like a angry pig.

Author's note: This part includes some piss-stuff. It's not watersports-level, so I didn't feel like I needed to split this in two different chapters. Just a warning, if that stuff bothers you.

I kept up the action for about dozen minutes.

It wasn't like my fitness was anywhere perfect. That's the one thing even the app hadn't fixed.

I was starting to get tired from all this, and...

It was time for a break.

I stopped, and so did the other two.

Michelle was panting... but the athletic bitch didn't even break a sweat.

"Alright. You've done an excellent job so far, Michelle. I'm so proud of you. You're really starting to treat her like an actual dog."

"Oh, I... Oh, Ohgod...."

There. I sent her to bliss zone again.

This weekend was all about edging her.

I just had to keep it up, and soon she would do anything for my dick.

She would forget all about this shit I made her do with her sister... and she would beg for my dick.

But not yet.

My fun little game was far from over.

"Now, Michelle... It's time we take the next step."

"Uh.... oh.... waht?"

"See that tree over there?"

"Huhh? ....Oh... Yeah?"

She was still so hot and fuzzy that I wasn't sure she was understanding my words. But perhaps that was better.

"Well... You know what doggies need to do sometimes?"

"...Huh?"

"You know. A tree. A dog. Think about it."

She really tried to clear her head, but the fog in her brains was overwhelming.

Her eyes just drifted to my dick, over and over again.

Janice, on the other hand... her pale expression told me that she was already catching on.

"Whait... what... tree... but... wait..." Michelle stuttered.

Janice shook her head. Pleaded with her eyes.

I answered that with a happy little nod.

This was, indeed, very much happening.

Sense was returning to Michelle. She looked everywhere. Me. The tree. Janice. Me. The tree. Janice. My dick. Me. The tree... et cetera.

Then it hit her.

"Wait, no, you can't- that's-this-"

"You can't ever truly accept this side of her... unless you take this, her truth, all the way.

"WOOF! WOOF!"'

Looks like Janice was **** enough to voice at least some sort of refusal. Even though nobody could understand her.

I crouched down in front of her.

"Come on Jannie. You're all excited, aren't you? Time to empty that full bladder of yours after all that running!"

I hovered my fingers around her erect nipples again.

I had to keep reminding this arrogant cunt what she could lose if she started acting up again.

She whined sadly like a submissive little bitch.

Now the harder one to convince.

I rose back up to meet Michelle's still-glazed eyes. All that horniness was definitely leaving a permanent fixture on her face, and she wasn't the tough know-it-all anymore. In many ways she was more of a lost puppy then her sister was now.

"Jack... I feel l-like... Like... this... it... My head..."

"Would it make it easier for you, if I just ordered you to do it?"

"...What?"

"Fine. I order you to take your sister-doggie next to that tree, and wait patiently until she pisses."

Before Michelle could even react, I turned to Janice.

"And I order you to do your doggy duty... and give that tree a nice, healthy, golden stream."

"RUFF! RUFFF!! GRRR!!! RUFF RUFFF!!!"

She was fucking furious.

She was showing her teeth, growling, and probably preparing to bite me on the shin. Not that she actually could.

I just flicked the mangy mutt on the nose, and she quickly backed off, whimpering.

Huh. It was that easy? Maybe animal-training wasn't as hard as I feared.

"You... you behave."

Michelle was still standing there in stunned silence. Not moving an inch.

Sigh.

I had given her plenty of carrot today, it was time for some stick.

"Come on. Get to it. The later we get home, the less time you have to do the laundry. And with your skills, you need plenty of time to do it well."

Fear and anger flashed on Michelle's face, conflicting emotions... But soon she was holding her stomach like she was turning ill again.

"No, I... Look... We'll just... We'll do it... quick..." she whimpered. (MICHELLE +4SP) (+83SP)

There was a weird floatiness in her words, like she wasn't even fully understanding the weight of them.

She was about to drag her sister... her successful, gym-owning sister... To **** her to piss in the nude like a dog.

Then again... Those four points...

I think she understood what she was doing. She just didn't want to.

With a deep sigh... she turned towards the tree.

Soon after that... She began her solemn march. And to my surprise... Janice wasn't fighting back.

I'm guessing she had enough of being dragged by her neck from the jog. Well, that, and I had thoroughly flattened her will several times today.

I could've watched this beautiful display closer... but I chose to admire it from the distance.

Might be better to give them some space this time.

Michelle now stood with Janice next to tree. Both had faces red like beet roots.

...Yet nothing was happening.

Michelle looked helplessly in my direction.

I stared at the watch on my phone, looking a bit annoyed at the lack of action.

Then...

Michelle said something to her sister. Quietly.

They were far enough that I couldn't hear them.

I think Janice whimpered something back.

Michelle told her something again.

And then...

Little by little...

While Michelle purposefully looked away...

Janice was slowly lifting her leg.

This... This was definitely the most ashamed I had seen the bitch. Ever.

Then, out of her wet, naked, gleaming cunt...

A spray of gold began streaming out. (JANICE + 2SP) (+91SP)

I could hear the **** of the stream all the way out here.

It hit the tree, and flowed down from there forming a small puddle on the ground.

Michelle wasn't watching the display... but there's no way she didn't hear it.

All of this had to be like a never-ending fever dream for her. One impossibility after the next.

And through it all...

She was still horny.

Her legs shone in the sun from all sweat and liquids that had ran down them.

Dirty thoughts were running through her head every second.

And now she was next to her naked, pissing, hot-as-fuck sister who she held on a leash.

It must have felt... confusing in her lesbian brains.

Then, finally...

The stream came to an end.

The bladder was empty.

I looked around.

Damn. Nobody anywhere.

It would have been pretty funny if some random jogger had seen the scene.

Hah. Maybe I'll sell tickets to this show some day. Who knows.

Janice closed her legs again. The deed was done.

Michelle gave a small tug on the leash, to start the pair's trip back to me.

She wanted this to be over as quick as possible.

She probably hoped we'd go back home now.

She was probably thinking that there was no way she'd go further than this.

Yeah, right.

I dug into my backpack, to make sure the item was still there.

Indeed it was.

There was still one, very important "thing" she needed to do... to help with her sister's transformation.