Day 3: Unhindered Exploration

Samantha was the first to wake up. As she worked to rouse herself to move, she slowly remembered her prior night of streaking, masturbating, and her sister's further continuation into her role as Samantha's pet.

Carefully, Samantha crawled across the bed. At the foot of the bed, on the ground, her petgirl sister slept soundly in her dog bed. While Samantha still felt embarrassed to be naked, Tiffany was fairly content. 'It's almost cute to see her like this.' Samantha had been resisting the idea that Tiffany liked to be a petgirl, but the evidence before her was continuously hard to deny.

As for Samantha, she considered her own desires. Quietly getting up, she reached for her mostly dried clothes, and begrudgingly puts them on. Her clothes hardly feel comfortable even after washing. She felt an urge to just go back to being naked, and even without the pleasure that came from it, just being free of these pesky clothes would be appreciated. Even so, Samantha had an innocent desire to feel uncovered by clothing, as well as a sexual one. The two ideas seemed conflicting to her, but she wondered if there's a way to make them blend together smoothly.

A massive yawn broke up her pondering, as Tiffany woke up. "Oh man...I had the most wonderful dream..."

Samantha, now fully dressed, turned to her. "What were you dreaming about?"

Memories of a dream Tiffany loved flooded her mind. Flashes of walking through a park, playing fetch, wagging her tail, all with her as the naked pet. Embarrassed, Tiffany shook the memories away, and tried to turn the dream around on Samantha. "N-nothing important, just...things that would make you happy."

"Uh...okay." Samantha shrugged, sitting down to put on her socks and shoes. Tiffany thought that was a good save, until she remembered the shadowy, more confident and assured Samantha was also in those dreams, and she WAS happy. All Tiffany's statement did was further confirm Samantha as the role of the master, and Tiffany needed to think of how to avoid that.

Tiffany then noticed Samantha looking through the bedside table, and pulled out some magazines. Samantha turned to her sister. "This place isn't accepting of naked girls, is it?" Samantha asked.

"Uh, it's...kind of complicated, but not exactly. Why?" The naked girl walked around the bed on all fours toward her sister, still completely believing her efforts would produce fruit.

"Then you might need these as entertainment while I'm gone," Samantha said, placing the magazines on the bed.

Tiffany's face fell in disappointment. "But..." While Samantha could annoy Tiffany at times, there was no chance of getting her sister to join the petgirl life if she wasn't here to watch and learn the fun of it.

"I've got things I want to do while I'm here, and doing those will be easier if I leave you here anyway."

Tiffany knew she had to come up with some sort of save to convince Samantha to bring her along. She could try to lie in the hopes of wooing Samantha, but she knows it would be a tough sell. "W-well, when I say complicated, what I mean is that, even though you're not supposed to be naked, my research tells me you can basically be naked anywhere and no one will do anything."

Samantha gives a leery eye. "And why do you know that?"

Tiffany freezes. Samantha calling her out like that was the last thing she expected. Tiffany HAD researched the place to make sure her petgirl plan could have some naughty naked antics if she could make the week go that way, but Samantha probably assumed Tiffany was planning this for herself.

Before Tiffany could answer, Samantha continued. "Well, that's good to know...but we should probably get a bit of space anyway. I'll be seeing if I can get us food or other supplies. Plus," she began with a hint of a smirk. "I can scope out the area to see if your claim is true." Tiffany had no idea what to think with that claim as Samantha stood up and went to leave. Tiffany didn't understand why she needed space, and thus tried to get details, but Samantha just said she'd be back soon, and left.

With that, Samantha was gone, and Tiffany was by herself. Very quickly, Tiffany was bored out of her mind. The magazines the room had were hardly entertaining for her, and while she would normally use scheming to entertain herself, there was only so much scheming she could do when she was on the backfoot like this. Still, it's all she had. She tried to think of the various places and ways to show off a petgirl, and what new ways to embarrass her sister. While the thoughts weren't anything new, the scheming was nice and did give her some good feelings. Those feelings, as one could imagine, started to grow into something more passionate.

Tiffany went and laid on the bed, face up, trying to relax. She wanted her mind cleared, but her thoughts were stuck on a single subject. Samantha had been so serious and so piercing with her comments that she shook Tiffany to her core. That petgirl core she had been frustrated to let grow. "I'm not a petgirl," she said aloud.

That statement alone got her a bit wet. She said it again, trying to focus on making her denial a reality. But she wanted more, and just repeating the statement wasn't doing enough. The thought then came to her to say the opposite, which naturally she thought was a bad idea. However, that mere thought already had some of her juices flowing, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Frustrated, she instead said, "Fine...just for now...I'm a petgirl."

Those words igniting the fire in her fiercer than she felt in a while. "It...it's not...true, of course," she said aloud, as if the entire world was watching her. If Samantha had come in now, discovered her like this, heard her say such a truth, Tiffany's plans would be in shambles, and she'd have to be the petgirl. But, with the coast clear, she stammered once again, "I'm...for now, I'm a...petgirl."

There was no denying her fingers now. They were already at work, feeling her body, circling the lower lips that were so **** for attention. She didn't even have the willpower to fight the urge. Within seconds, her fingers were inside her, and she circled her thumb around her clit. Slowly, deliberately, and in ways that made the teasing so intense that she didn't want to stop. Every second was a second closer to Samantha's return, and every second was a risk she was willing to take, because it felt so good. Being a petgirl felt so good.

"N-no, I didn't mean that..."

Fingers slick with fluids, the fog finally started to open back up to Tiffany's thinking mind. And the timing didn't help, as she realized she nearly fully invested herself in this fantasy. She kept trying to remind herself that this was a fantasy. That she's just pretending it's real. "Okay, technically it is real, but..." She trailed off, both because she had no idea how to finish that thought, and also because a wave of pleasure coursed through her. She couldn't resist letting out a moan, and how desperately she missed doing that.

"F-f-fuck..." Her mind was so sold on this role that she couldn't pretend she was a normal woman. She IS a pet. Samantha's pet. She couldn't form the words to deny it, more moans kept coming out instead. All she could say was swears, showing how much she loved this, how much she needed this. She didn't know if she could deny this kind of fantasy, or any fantasy at this point. All these days had passed without a release. A release she desperately craved. A release her mind hungered for, and her body hungered for. Her vacation was supposed to be a week of her in control and making Samantha a moaning pup. Yet this week was so far all days of constant desire, her body desperately craving for an orgasm.

Tiffany had been denying herself the intense pleasure of an orgasm for so long, and at this point she couldn't even understand why. She couldn't even remember the reasons her pride had stepped in. That pride and ego certainly hadn't made the past few days easier. Now, the end result of refusing those desires only made Tiffany hunger for release more. Her instincts had taken over, and were doing all they could to bring her pleasure. Her hands crawled all over her body, up and down, up...and down...but always she made sure that one hand stayed on her button. She needed to keep pressure there. The petgirl-to-be wanted this release so badly, she would not risk losing it for anything.

Her needs had completely taken over her mind. She always viewed herself as the one in charge and in control over every relationship. However, now her mind drifted into this petgirl fantasy, and she couldn't resist the tempting idea of Samantha's lead. Tiffany spent so long fighting against it, considering it taboo and invalid, but now, she needed something taboo. She needed something bold, and powerful. Tiffany's gentle massaging became more vigorous. Her thoughts wandered into a haze, a cloud of pleasure that made her feel good.

She didn't crave control anymore, just the touch of Samantha would be enough. Her...master, would be enough.

Realizing she was admitting more than she dared, she tried to deny such feelings. Her fingers ignored her ineffective protests, as if her finger were in a hurry to push her closer to climax. She let out a massive moan, one that she was sure could be heard for several rooms. But she didn't care. As much as Tiffany had tried to deny it, there was something fun about this naked petgirl thing. "I guess," she began, panting. "I guess I...get it. If...oh fuck...fuck, yeah, if Samantha would enjoy leading, I think I can...ooh, I can see how..."

All the doubts and confusion and secret desires didn't matter in the moment, for Tiffany was experiencing an incredible pleasure. After days of denying herself a glorious orgasm, she felt it approach. She had never craved one so much before. And with the way her fingers were pumping, she wasn't sure if she could stop herself even if she wanted. Tiffany's fingers were soaked, her body was a shining mess of sweat, and her mind was focused only on the one major goal. She needed to get over the edge, to reach the peak she missed so much. She didn't care what was turning her on anymore, being a petgirl for Samantha would be fine, as long as she could just-

*knock knock*

The door opened...Samantha had returned.