Bring Tiffany to the edge once again...

Samantha walked inside the elevator, and with a gentle tug, Tiffany crawled in as well. It was a silent ride, as Tiffany was still trying to process the past few minutes. 'Why did that spanking throw me off so much? And...why am I so aroused?'

When the elevator arrived, she cringed in concern, just as she had done days earlier, but this time she noticed Samantha didn't. 'Oh great, she's getting confident...'

Truthfully, Samantha was nervous, but she had gotten better at controlling it. After all, she was fully taking on the role of being Tiffany's master, so she needed to project confidence, and let real courage flow through her veins. She wasn't used to being in charge, but she was starting to enjoy it with each passing moment.

Samantha then took her steps forward, with the naked Tiffany having to crawl along at her side. "I know you said your knees aren't bothered by all this crawling, but just to be sure, you're okay with being on the cement? Nod if yes."

It was a nice gesture on Samantha's part to ask, it was also a subtle reminder to Tiffany that, regardless of the answer, she was still under Samantha's rules, and would have to be obedient or suffer the consequences. Tiffany did nod, but with a look of annoyance. Samantha hardly noticed, which was probably a good thing, but Tiffany didn't care. Her frustrations and more bratty attitudes were building up again.

It got strong enough that, when Samantha opened the front door to exit the building, Tiffany decided to sit on her naked butt and refused to move. It was a small act of defiance, but Tiffany needed to do something. She did not feel worry for passersby at the moment, but the thought did cross her mind. 'It's fine, Samantha is the master after all, she can have all the blame.'

Samantha turned to face Tiffany, a stern voice building. "Tiffany. You said you wanted to walk with me. Now move."

Tiffany made no movement. And as if to really rub it in, she scooched her butt back and forth on the floor. She thought she was being smart, as by sitting like a dog, it kept her butt out of spanking range. Samantha, though, was smarter.

"Fine, you can stay, by yourself, to be seen and be **** to explain why you're naked and collared." Then Samantha gave Tiffany a smirk and aside glance. "And of course no rewards either."

Naturally, that perked Tiffany's ears up, and before she could stop herself, she said, "Reward?"

Samantha turned to face her fully, allowing her smirk to grow into a full grin. "Oh yes. You'll have to be obedient from now on, and of course I'll need to give you a couple more spankings for misbehaving, but I'll give you something nice."

Tiffany had no idea what the reward could be, but for some reason, she really wanted it. 'It can't be that good, Samantha doesn't have anything.' And yet Tiffany's curiosity was too strong, and ended giving in. She wanted to snark and try to turn things around to get herself on top, but she also wanted to get the spankings over with. She went back onto her hands and knees, but Samantha told her to sink lower, and in turn raise her rear higher.

Lifting her butt as high as she could, with her tits smooshed onto the cold tile of the lobby, Tiffany felt a bit cruder than usual in this pose. However, Samantha clearly didn't mind, and made two quick swats on each cheek. Tiffany yelped, and hated that she did. Even worse though, was that she liked it. 'Stop that!' Tiffany internally yelled at her body. 'No more yelping, no more...getting aroused. We're supposed to be the master here!' Tiffany had to hope Samantha didn't notice how wet she was.

Naturally, Samantha did notice, and had to hide a smirk that was growing quickly on her face. She moved ahead of Tiffany, leash still in hand, and Tiffany loyally followed after her. Loyal for the moment, as Tiffany kept trying to remind herself. Tiffany hoped that if her body calmed down, she could think more clearly and come up with a better plan. All she was getting now was the revelation that she liked to be spanked, and she knew she had to fight that urge, amongst all the other urges she was fighting.

'You're not a pet, you're not a pet. This doesn't make you horny and you're not a pet.' Tiffany's mind was so focused on denial, she lost track of time. Samantha had managed to round the whole of the building.

As Samantha had walked along, she made sure to look at Tiffany from different angles. She wouldn't normally want to check out Tiffany, but her curiosity overpowered her reason. 'Besides, it's not often you get to see a naked woman crawling on all fours.'

There was something special about the sight that made Samantha's desire grow. A body with smooth skin, perfectly shaved and unblemished. Long legs that made for a perfect posture of a crawling pet. Breasts hanging low due to the immense size, and yet shaped in such a desirable way. And of course, pussy lips, glistening with desire and practically shining in the moonlight.

Samantha smiled, because she now felt more sure that, no matter what Tiffany would say, she was enjoying herself. She wasn't really sure what was enjoyable about this, but she didn't blame Tiffany for liking what she liked. 'Maybe in another life, I'd be the one crawling here, leaking juices and waiting for the next orgasm...but I'm pretty happy to be on this side instead. Tiffany clearly is too.'

Despite the distractions of a horny naked petgirl, Samantha did try to stay vigilant. At one point she heard people in the distance, but it was from someone above in the hotel. With the late hour, the few guests the hotel could lure in had already went to bed for the night. She took a glance at Tiffany, but she was lost in her own world, unaware that her sister was becoming quite the protector. Samantha was tempted to take their adventure farther, but she decided it was for the best to stop for the night. The walk was really just to clear Samantha's thoughts and decide if she liked being Tiffany's master.

'And I really, really do,' Samantha thought to herself, smirking wide.

As they reached the door to the hotel, Samantha stopped, and did a slight pull of the leash to stop Tiffany. Tiffany looked back with annoyance, but Samantha had replaced her smirk with a stern look. "Wait." Tiffany debated arguing, but she held herself back for now.

Samantha approached the door and made sure no one was inside. "It looks like we're safe. Just gotta make sure I protect my pet, right?" Samantha opened the door and looked around. Truthfully Samantha was nervous; the longer they stayed out, the bigger the risk grew. She had a temptation to just reward Tiffany right there, but she decided against it. She'd enjoy it wherever she did it, Tiffany's wetness made that clear.

Tiffany was finally cooling a bit. She seemed to not worry about the danger, and part of that may have been due to her desire to see Samantha make a mistake and prove Tiffany was the better choice as a master. But the other, the part Tiffany tried to push away into her subconscious, was that she trusted Samantha as her master. Deep down, a part of the naked petgirl believed she was in good hands, and was happy to be in this role. 'A part of me that is very, very wrong,' she reminded herself.

The duo entered the lobby and went to the elevators. As if on command, the doors opening caused Tiffany to cringe in concern, and once again she felt frustrated at the need to cringe.

However, Samantha's instinct to freeze further diminished. Not only that, she felt a need to reduce Tiffany's fear as well. And so, almost as if on instinct, Samantha reached down and gave Tiffany's head scratches.

Tiffany immediately froze, stunned, and looked up to Samantha in shock. Samantha looked down and smiled. "Scritches. Figured I'd give you a bit of a reward now, for being so brave."

'I hate it. I hate it. I hate that I...don't hate it.' Tiffany was speechless, and just stood there as Samantha kept smiling. Samantha walked into the elevator, and numbly, Tiffany followed.

Samantha offered her hand after pressing the button for their floor. "Do you want more?"

Tiffany nodded, and hated that she nodded, but truthfully she did. 'I uh...I'll make sense of all this tomorrow...' she thought to herself, instead just taking on all the strangely sweet but also arousing feeling of the scritches. Samantha spent the rest of the ride giving her the affectionate scratches. When Samantha stopped, Tiffany actually debated whimpering, to hopefully convince Samantha to give more. 'No, we're not going that far! It's just...scritches, we can get more out of her than that!'

And as if reading her mind, Samantha smirked. "And don't worry, this is just the start, Tiff. I've got something you're really enjoy when we get back to the room." Tiffany's mind practically exploded at that. The rest of the ride, and walk to their room, was a blur for Tiffany. The feeling of being a pet was causing her too much confusion. Confusion and...pleasure. Tiffany hung on to the only rational she could think of, that being on the edge for so long made anything enticing, especially if it involved touch.

No further words until the girls got inside the room. "Wait near the bed," Samantha ordered. Tiffany wanted to be grumpy, but she was too aroused and curious about the reward.

With the door closed, Samantha turned to her naked sister, and commanded her to sit. Reluctantly, Tiffany did. "Good! Now, for being such a brave girl, it's time to reward you." Samantha was practically cooing her words, which Tiffany hated, but held her tongue.

Samantha knelt down, and once again gave Tiffany some scritches. However, those quickly were replaced as Samantha began to pet Tiffany. "Good girl, good girl," she continued to say in a cooing fashion. Tiffany, who was fully ready to scoff and insult Samantha, melted at the touch of such soft and gentle hands.

'N-no...why does this feel good? No...' Tiffany wanted to say anything, do anything, but soon she got lost in the pleasure of her sister's touch. She was so **** for physical attention, that even something like gentle petting was exciting her. Tiffany felt her restrained urges spiking, and couldn't hold back a content sigh.

"Good huh? I figured a pet like you needed this." Tiffany's defiance was screaming at her to counter back, but that defiance had been thoroughly smothered by **** desire. Instead, Tiffany nodded. "Not just need, but wanted, right? Desired, for a really long time." Tiffany nodded again.

'Stop nodding, stop nodding, stop...oh...ooh, wow...' Samantha's hands began caressing close to Tiffany's most private, and intimate areas. The slight grazes, the teases, there were becoming too much for a horny pet like Tiffany to handle. Her sighs, so content and calm, were growing into louder, needy, more **** moans.

Samantha smiled lovingly down on Tiffany, who struggled to stay in her sitting posture. "So...should I stop? Or do you want more?"

'Don't stop nodding, don't stop nodding, don't...stop...nodding...!' Tiffany nodded fervently, and Samantha grinned wider. Tiffany was on the edge, she could feel the blood coursing through her body, and she knew what was coming. Several times this week she had formed the strength to stop her desires, to keep from releasing her passions in a loud, explosive, and messy affair. But tonight, her ability to hold back had finally given out. She wasn't even getting fingered, and yet she was on the edge of of an orgasm once again, and this time she wouldn't hold herself back.

For a Tiffany of just a few days ago, a Tiffany that had a goal of domination and was determined to assert her control, this would be a nightmare. But this was a Tiffany who had, time and again, denied herself pleasure. All her attempts at fighting her need for self-pleasure had only left her dripping with arousal, quite literally. She had her pride of control, but that pride was not enough to give her satisfaction. And even worse for that dominant side of Tiffany, Samantha knew how **** Tiffany was. "It's okay, Tiff, just let go, enjoy it..." She leaned in, her fingers slowly dancing around her most intimate areas, and whispered, "Cum."

And with that, the blockades holding her back were wiped out, and Tiffany could no longer resist her needs. Her hands went to her body, touching her body directly. Her chest, her thighs, her pussy, her clit, all of her. Tiffany's skin felt alight, and the only way to gain relief was to finally let herself cum. The moans were no longer small, they were practically screams, with grunts and whimpers and swears all tossed in. And Tiffany's grazing hands were not alone; Samantha's fingers continued to do light touches around her body. "Yes...fuck, don't stop. Please, please, I'm...fuck, I'm so close, please!" Tiffany had tears form in her eyes as she felt herself on the verge of cumming. Her speed increased, her passions became her only thoughts, her fingers moved faster and faster, bringing Tiffany closer, and closer, and closer, until finally Tiffany could hold back no longer, and cried out in ecstasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuuuuck...!"

Tiffany collapsed in Samantha's arms, drained of all energy. There were no words left to say after that, other than Samantha's last. "Good girl."

For some time after, Tiffany laid in Samantha's arms. Samantha did her best to calm down the pet girl's body, to provide the care and comfort Tiffany needed. Tiffany's mind was in a haze, and could not truly fathom the aftercare being provided. Her mind was stuck on the singular thought of bliss. Samantha watched her sister fall in and out of sleep. Though it took great effort, Samantha managed to lift Tiffany and lay her in her pet bed. Tiffany instantly fell asleep, and Samantha gave one last pleasant smile before preparing herself for her own sleep, and some self-pleasure of her own.