Krissy- being a good pet owner.

I walked into the dog shelter, ready to adopt an animal. Before I could walk into the back area with all the dogs, a young employee stopped me.

"Excuse me, but before you go back there, I need to tell you a few things about training dogs."

The employee leered at my breasts the whole time he spoke to me. Angry, I looked at his nametag, which read 'Shane'.

"Look, Shane, I'm going to speak to your manager about this. Stop looking at my breasts, and let me by the dogs, or I also intend to sue you for sexual harassment."

Despite my angry demands, Shane continued to brazenly stare at my boobs, with an infuriating smile on his face. From his pockets, he pulled out a bell and rang it.

Shane spoke, "A good dog owner should always listen to advice given to them about their dogs, no matter how uncomfortable they are."

I frowned, but his words sounded right. Even if he was staring at my boobs, I should still listen to his advice.

"Look", I said, growing impatient, "I'll listen to your advice, but it would be polite if you stopped staring at my breasts."

Shane rang the bell again. "A good dog owner should be fine with anyone staring at their boobs, as dogs might do it too. Good dog owners also use naughtier words when referring to their breasts."

I groaned internally, highly embarrassed. Why was I upset he was staring at my boobs, when good dog owners don't care about that.

"I'm sorry sir. It's fine if you stare at my melons as long as you like."

Shane laughed, seemingly pleased with himself. I presumed that meant I was learning his advice well and quickly.

The bell rang again. Shane spoke up. "Since dogs don't wear clothing, they feel more comfortable seeing people without clothing, so you should take yours off."

I looked down, and realized how stupid I was. Here I was, about to walk into a dog adoption center with clothes on. I quickly undressed, first removing my shirt and bra, letting my jugs go free. Next, I took off my pants and my underwear. Looking around, I had no clue where to put them.

"Excuse me, but where should I put my clothing while I visit the dogs?"

Shane held out his hands. "I'll put them in my desk for you, miss."

I thought it was an odd place to put guest's clothes, but I wasn't going to argue. I handed him my clothes, ready to go into the back with the dogs.

Shane smiled. "By the way, what's your name?"

I smiled, excited to see the dogs. "My name is Krissy."

As I grabbed the door handle to see the dogs, Shane rang the bell again. "In order to be a good dog owner, you should act like a dog to learn more about their behavior."

I frowned, confused by what that meant.

"What do you mean, act like a dog?"

Shane rang the bell again, before speaking. "You, as a good dog owner, should always walk on all fours. You should speak dumber, but still in English so people can understand you. Most importantly, you should always obey your master, be loyal to him, and do happily whatever he wants you to, because you love him."

Duh. I felt so dumb. As I got down on all fours, Shane walked over to the door, flipping around the open sign, before locking the door.

Shane sighed a breath of relief. "I should have remembered to do that from the beginning. I'm glad no one walked in."

I ignored his comment, as I needed to know the answer to a much more important question. I crawled over to him, my bust bouncing up and down as I done so. I started softly pawing at him, my tits and face pressed up against his leg.

"Krissy wants to know who Krissy's master is. Krissy loves master so much. Please tell Krissy who master is. Krissy will let you play with Krissy's knockers."

Shane smiled at me, before petting my head. "I can be your master, Krissy. I'll tell you when you're ready for to stop acting like a dog, and adopt them. For now follow me into the back."

I happily started crawling after my master, following him into the back room I wanted to go to so badly. There, I saw a bunch of other women like me, locked in cages. They were all naked, and all of them seemed happy to see Shane.

Shane smiled at me as he undid his pants. "You must be slightly curious, aren't you, my little pet. You see, I own this place. I use this job to teach good pet owners like you how to care for dogs. I hope you don't mind sharing me, but I also know that you can't."

Shane moved his clothes into a wooden cabinet, before pulling my phone out of his removed pants. "I almost forgot. Please unlock this for me."

As Shane walked around me, studying me, I unlocked my phone for him. He quickly took my phone back, before handing it back.

"Krissy, as your master, I want you to test that contact you have labeled as 'Bestie.' Her picture is really cute. Text them like you would have before you started learning how to be a good dog owner. Just tell her you want her to see the dog you adopted."

I thought it was a weird request, but since he was my master, I happily complied. When I finished, I looked up at him. "She is on her way here now. She said it'll take her half an hour."

Shane smiled, stroking his erect dick. "Good. I'll teach her how to be a good dog owner like you, and then you'll have a new playmate here that you know. Won't that be fun?"

I nodded eagerly. "Yes, master. Please teach her how to be a good dog owner like Krissy. Everyone should know how to be one." He laughed, and patted my head, which I tried to nuzzle into.

"That's correct, my little pet. Now, how about you give me a blowjob before your friend gets here. In fact, I think your cage still needs a cagemate, so you'll get to share it with her. Wouldn't that be exciting?"

I quickly started sucking his cock, as he demanded. While doing it, I managed to gag out, "Of course, Master. Krissy will be happy with her as a cagemate. Krissy would feel very excited. Krissy can't wait to start her new life."

As I sucked his cock, waiting for my best friend to arrive, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I am to be learning what it means to be a good dog owner.