<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux</strong><br/><br/>I swore inwardly, and rather colourfully. How could I have been so stupid? I thanked my lucky stars I hadn't knocked her down, or caused her to do more than wobble for a moment. I forced my head away from the boy dog lying down, turning to face her, biting my lip. She was with two other people now, a man and a woman and.. Jesus... the poor dog with them had huge breasts. Even though they were about the size mine were now, they looked even bigger on her much more petite frame. How on Earth did she look so happy, her tail<em>wagging</em>? How could a girl possibly be so happy with breasts that must drag her down so heavily? My thoughts were quickly snapped to a close.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Careless dog,"</strong> <strong>"Pay attention to where you're going."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I whimpered gently, head bowed down, hoping the scolding would be the worst punishment I'd get for my mistake. I was pretty sure I'd now lost any reward I would have gotten for behaving, so all there was left to motivate me was the stick, and that was motivation enough.<br/><br/>As she turned back I heard her engage in conversation with the couple I assumed that the scolding had been the 'punishment', and slowly my head turned back to the boy dog lying down. The words of the three people besides me melted into the background as my mind locked onto the dog, or, more appropriately, his huge erection. It really was a beast, at a guess ten inches long now I looked closer, and it was shining with copious amounts of pre-cum he was leaking almost continuously. Each pearly white drop dipped from his swollen purple tip and ran down to the base of his shaft, some even managing to wet his two enormous balls, swollen up slightly. I struggled to imagine how he remained so relaxed, laying there so serenely. He<em>must </em>have been just as desperate as I to fuck, and yet here I was, sweating and only just holding on. I would have kept staring all afternoon, or, more likely now I thought about it, I would have liked to have fucked him all afternoon. But it was not to be. A sharp tug upon my collar forced my attention very reluctantly back to Ms. Prideux.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Candy wants a boy does she? Well you will have to be an especially good and obedient dog today to earn that reward my girl. Any more mistakes and <em>any</em> talking and you get this in your mouth."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Once again my eyes lit up, and this time stayed lit up for a few seconds. Perhaps the carrot really<em>was </em>real... but letting her let him fuck me? It seemed far too good to be true, but I wasn't about to blow that impossibly slim chance by misbehaving. Besides, the rather painful looking device in front of me was enough incentive to keep me silent. It truly was a fearsome looking device, with four metal wires pushing out from the solid metal ring in the middle. It looked far too large for my mouth, but I knew though that if this woman wanted it in my mouth, it would<em>go </em>in my mouth, even if my jaw had to be forced by her hand.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"Now, to stop you bumping into me and so I can keep an eye on you I want you to walk at the Lead. The Lead is where the doggy walks in front of its owner.</strong> <strong>You go ahead, as in 'leading' and I will steer you with tugs on your collar to left or right. At the same time you obey the 'Left' and 'Right' commands. Proper dogs get to recognize those commands so I'm sure you can. So... Lead On!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I yelped as the cane was brought down upon me. I couldn't help it, and hoped Ms. Prideux didn't consider it speaking. I made my way in front of her, and started to walk. Somehow, impossibly, it was even more humiliating than just being led- not only did I have to look up to avoid crashing into any people or dogs, I was being directed, forced to respond to her orders as well. At least when I was behind I just had to follow.<br/><br/>I knew that she had a view of my behind as I walked. She must have seen my thighs, close to shining now with the amount of juice that had and continued to drip down from my pussy like a leaky tap. Was it always going to be like this? Would I always be so desperate to be fucked by.. well, anything? Right now I didn't care if it was by a cock, by fingers, by a toy... I found myself momentarily distracted by a thrown stick. Oh God, I wanted that in me to. I wanted to be fucked by a stick. The only thing that stopped me from screaming out in frustration or running off to hump something was the slim chance of being properly fucked by that huge boy dog far behind us. And the carrot was slowly becoming less effective in maintaining my composure.<br/><br/>In some ways it was better that my pussy was aching so. Though of course I felt it, the ache was masking another pain- that of my swinging breasts. They'd been swinging left and right, all over the place as I crawled, and would have caused me immense discomfort had I been conscious of the pain. My attention remained, almost fortunately, on my aching slit, and passing by the great boy dog again only helped keep my mind diverted. As we stopped, my mind supplying me a constant stream of erotic images, I completely failed to notice a few drips of milk easing from my enlarged nipples. My breasts were full to bursting after several hours, and had been forced to try and ease the pressure, though a few drops did nothing to ease any of the ache.