CANDY, DOING WHAT HER MASTERS WANT, MEETING MIMI<br/><br/>I let out a squeal of delight as Master Randall pulled at my heavy breasts … and my cheeks reddened, just a little. I knew deep down that what Master Randall was doing to me was utterly humiliating. But the way his fingers tugged downwards, towards my nipples, getting the milk to flow with such a lovely sensation … not only did it make the hurt go away, but it felt<em>wonderful</em>. And being milked by hand … it felt, well, more sensual than the machines. Each pull on my nipples by Master Randall’s strong fingers, each thin squirt of milk, felt simply amazing, and started to make the heat between my legs burn a little more. The machines never turned me on like this! By the time Master Randall put his lips to my areola and began to suck, and Master Anthony took his turn milking me, I was whimpering madly with joy, wishing I had the stupid squishy between my legs so I could fuck myself senseless with it.<br/><br/>My wanton joy dimmed when Master Randall ordered me to drink my own milk. He pushed the straw in my mouth, and demanded that I drink up. I always thought the very notion of drinking doggie milk was absolutely disgusting … and I shuddered, thinking about the idea of drinking my own! But I was desperate to please my two new masters … and, more importantly, terrified of making them angry with me. I knew I was making first impressions with them, and I wanted them to think of me as a sweet, obedient dog. I didn’t want them thinking I was – and the thought was revolting –<em>badly trained</em>. I’d seen in the Club how some bitches were disciplined … I didn’t want any part of that.<br/><br/>So reluctantly, I sucked. My own milk was creamy and sweet, and I hated it. But I did my best to look like I enjoyed it very much, and sucked on the straw until Master Randall took it away. I hoped he didn’t notice my disdain, but my heart sank with each awful swallow, as I felt sure he did.<br/><br/>Master Randall went away. As I watched him leave, Master Anthony secured a thin black leather leash to my collar, and started leading me towards onto a terrace. I followed him, again doing my best to be happy and eager, but …<br/><br/><em>This is where the other shoe drops,</em>I thought nervously.<em>This is where it gets bad … there’s always a surprise …</em><br/><br/>And there was a surprise. But not as bad as I expected.<br/><br/>I found myself staring at the rear haunches of another dog, her legs splayed open lewdly, showing off her wet, dripping sex. From the smell of her, it was the same dog from inside … probably one they already owned, and abused. An awful thought crossed my mind, and I silently prayed she was a ‘regular’ dog, and not like me … I didn’t know if I could handle that. I hoped she was dumb and happy, and didn’t have any idea what was happening to her …<br/><br/>The idea of eating the new puppy’s wet cunt – Mimi, I think they called her – again was something that made me inwardly cringe. I hadn’t ever been with another woman before my conversion … I hadn’t even<em>thought</em>about it. And my few lesbian experiences as a dog had been frightening. Most of them had been beautiful woman, grabbing me by the hair and shoving my face between their legs, snapping angrily at me as they made me lick them until my face was drenched with their spend …<br/><br/>But I thought maybe it’d be different with Mimi. I’d never been asked to pleasure another female dog’s sex with my mouth before. She was already so very wet, just like me … and I knew if she was anything like me, it wouldn’t take much to get her off. And her hips were so wide and pretty, her bottom so shapely …<br/><br/>I pressed my face between those beautifully round asscheeks of hers, and pushed my nose against her wrinkly little pucker. And, tentatively, I began to lap at her wet slit with long, slow licks of my tongue. She was an eager bitch, and started thrusting herself back against my tongue as best she could the moment she felt my tongue slipping deeper into her hot folds.<br/><br/>I still wasn’t used to the taste of pussy. I still didn’t think I liked it. But as I lapped faster at Mimi, her soft cries of pleasure filled me with blissful happiness. It was the first time I’d been with another woman – even if it was a dog – where I hadn’t been terrified. Her pleasure brought me pleasure as well. And for a moment, I could almost pretend that my two masters weren’t watching us, and weren’t keenly keeping an eye on how I fucked Mimi’s cunt with my face.<br/><br/>To my surprise, I found that the lips of her sex had been pierced. Curiously, as I licked her, I tried grabbing them with my tongue and my teeth, gently tugging on them to see if it brought her more pleasure. And as my face grew more wet and slippery with her excitement, I noticed that poor swollen clit of hers, pierced so beautifully with a ring, just like mine … I shoved my face further into her sex, with my nose practically pushing into her steaming cunt, just so I could suck and nibble on that amazing clit of hers, hoping to bring her off with a nice, large cum.<br/><br/>I only hoped it would be my turn next … as I licked Mimi with ever-increasing speed and need, I found my own sex beginning to wantonly drip with desire as well. I<em>so</em>wanted to be licked, or fucked, and to cum again and again and again …