Polarbear dog part II

[22:45] Alexandra Ice: are you sure we can't just practice the bone begging thing?

[22:45] Alexandra Ice: You wouldn't have to give one to me, just, like to practice ♥

[22:45] Quincy Augustine: Sure, we can practice, but only if you can get yourself dressed, whore.~

[22:46] Alexandra Ice: can you help me? >,<

[22:47] Quincy Augustine: Nope. That's the deal, whore. You get that outfit on, you can get your training.~

[22:48] Quincy Augustine: You can do it. <3

[22:51] Alexandra Ice already spoiled from him putting on her outfit for her, she pouted with a whine as she undressed to change into her puppy outfit. It was a little slow, but she managed, starting with the stockings, pulling them up on each legs, the skimpy top piece and only managing one glove. Slipping the ears on, she held the other glove and the tail plug. "Can you help me get these on at least?"... "Master."

[22:55] Quincy Augustine grumbles. Here he was, trying to sit in his chair and relax, and his stupid slave was so desperate to degrade herself she just needed to dress up for him. He couldn't help his growing erection as he watches, but he tries to stay focused, the pain in his shoulders keeping him from getting excited. Nonetheless, he gets to his feet, makes his way to the slut, and starts with that glove. He rather forcefully yanks it up her bare arm, making sure it fit snug, and then he steps around behind her. Grasping the nearby lube, he coats the plug and presses it roughly against her anus. Rather than the slow insertion of the previous time, this time was quick, harsh, and rough, being shoved deep into the suddenly gaping tunnel, right to the hilt in a single motion. He then goes back to the couch. "You'll have to get it right quick, whore... after spoiling you like that, my patience is... thin."

[22:59] Alexandra Ice 's body jerked as he yanked the glove up her arm, his firmness a little excessive but it got the job done. It was hard getting it on when her other hand was basically useless with that paw on top of it. She watched as he got around, taking the plug from her, watching him douse the tapered piece in lube before firmly stuffing it up her butt, Alex doing her best to just take it without causing too much of a fuss. She stood as he went to sit back down, Alexandra looking down at him. "Get what right?" She blinked. She did feel bad for him, as he did look like he was hurting, but she sincerely lost there for a moment.

[23:03] Quincy Augustine rolled his eyes, the motion making him grunt a little in soreness. She was going to keep being the stupid, pathetic fucktoy until he gets up and puts her in his place. Trying to keep his patience and not yell at her, cause she really wasn't doing anything unusual this early in her training, he lets out a soft sigh. "You said you wanted to practice begging for your bone. So come on, then, show me you have at least decent short term memory. Beg for your bone, puppy."

[23:13] Alexandra Ice bit her lip, realizing her question was pretty stupid. Most of her questions were stupid, but whatever. She got down onto her knees as she had been the other day, adjusting herself and making sure she was sitting properly- posture nice and proper, straight and tall, knees bent, feet under her butt. From there, she lifted her paws up resting them against her side, although they seemed a little loose and were slouched just a touch. Finally, her tongue rolled off her lip, maw open, as she began to pant, watching him. She was doing it right, right?

[23:24] Quincy Augustine grunts as he reaches forward as he sees the sight, resting his elbows against his knees. His bright blue eyes travel up and down the flesh of his polardog, his fat, hot length throbbing. He fishes it out from his shorts, the semi-erect, mottled rod eagerly pulsing in the air. "Almost, whore,~" he says, leaning in closer. His hands grasp the slut's wrists, lifting those paws a little higher, so that they rest gently on the woman's large, white bosom. "There you go. Think you can remember that, slut?"

[23:28] Alexandra Ice glimpsed down after he rearranged her wrists up against her chest, letting her paws drape downwards from there. She knew she wasn't allowed to talk, so instead she nodded, that tongue still hung out, huffing out hot, panted exhales. She didn't mind if her master wasn't in the mood to actually answer her beg, she just wanted to practice and make sure it was perfect.

[23:30] Quincy Augustine leans back against the couch, smiling down at his little "puppy". "That's better,~" he says, his face bright and clear. It seems that the woman's appearance and obedience was rather pleasing to him. His cock wasn't too bad off, either, still slightly more than half erect, pulsing only a foot or two away from the polar-slut's face. "You can practice barking, too, slut. Gotta make sure you can "speak" like a real dog, since that's what you wanna be. Go on, bark for Master's cock."
[23:33] Alexandra Ice stumbled then. Barking? How was she supposed to bark? Awkwardly, she sat there silently, tongue still out however, her panting ceased as she tried to work it out without asking him. She was just on the verge of saying bark, before realizing dogs didn't 'bark', but they made a barking noise. right. Okay. Rather unconvincingly, she said "woof?"

[23:35] Quincy Augustine knew that face. That cute, scrunched up, desperately thinking face of the dumbest whore he's ever met. It never ceased to make him chuckle a little bit, and laugh he did, before reaching outward. As she utters that "woof," so uncertain, he just plants his palm on the top of her head. Much like he would treat a dog, he ruffles that hair, petting the polar-puppy tenderly. "That's a good girl.~ Go on, do it again. Do it quiet, do it loud, feel free to practice!"

[23:39] Alexandra Ice blinked blinked with each of his pats, shrinking down into her shoulders slightly at her pet at her head. Her woof was literally just her saying woof. It seemed to please him though, thus she did it a few more times but with some variation. "Woof.." Pausing to thinking, "Arf," pausing again, "Ruff," and another pause, yet extended as she sat there, thinking.
[23:39] Alexandra Ice: pausing to think*

[23:43] Quincy Augustine knew that she would get the hang of it. Alex clearly works much better for him when given positive reinforcement, rather than when he gets angry and slaps her around. Sure, sometimes the roughness was necessary, but most of the time, he preferred to avoid it. Sure enough, Alex gets better with every attempt, and the stupid slut even manages to get some more, different barks in there! "Good girl. Now, try to make it sound more like a real dog. Bark proudly, and roll the "r"s a little. Go on, try for Master.~"

[23:48] Alexandra Ice was definitely enjoying all the praise she was getting, for what she thought wasn't even worthy of it. But heck, she'd take it. But of course, now it became harder. She didn't know how to roll her r's, and to emphasis pride was strange for her, as generally she wasn't very prideful. Initially, being told to roll her r's frightened her for she didn't get it. What was there to roll in a bark? Until she spelt it out in her head, trying to imagine what it would be like rolling the r. At this point, her tongue was back in her mouth, now closed.

"R-..R" She stopped and tried again, "Rrr.." Frowning, and going again, "R..Rf" mumbling out an annoyed pout as she continued to try and roll her r. "Rrr." "Rr.." Rf.."

[23:50] System: The Dog changed status to Looking, A quick knot. You've got a limited time to pique my interest.
[23:51] Quincy Augustine nodded happily as she continued to try. Unable to keep his hands to himself, his lust getting the better of him even though he was sore, as she tries to bark at him, he slides his right hand down to her left breast. His fingers tenderly roll over her exposed nipple, teasing at it as he reaches out with his left to pet her head once more. "Oh, you are doing so well, my lovely puppy.~ Don't worry about the "r"s right now. You are very close to being perfect. Now, alternate between panting and barking... and maybe I'll take you for a walk.~"

[23:57] Alexandra Ice was getting annoyed, clearly, each failed rrf, getting a grunt out of her. She wasn't able to quite grasp it, yet at least. The prospect of a walk did seem to get her mind off of things as she began to once again pant, paws still remained up by her chest, not having moved since her first exercise. She resumed her pants, pant pant panting, before letting out a light, "woof," to pant again, switching between that and her lame woofs and ruffs.

[00:04] Quincy Augustine decided that the slut had earned a reward. She was being SO good today, and trying so hard. Maybe it was the soreness talking, or maybe he really was just thrilled that she was doing all this just to please him, but it didn't really matter. Being much more lenient about her barking skill, he stands up, walks right up to her, hooks his fingers into her hair, pulls her head gently so she stares straight up at his face, and plops his heavy, sweaty ballsack right into her open mouth. He pulls her deep, her cheeks stuffed outwards like a squirrel with nuts, those musky orbs laying heavy on her tongue. He gives her just enough time to slurp and enjoy it, should she do so, his length throbbing against her face, before he grabs hold of that leash. Lifting himself free, tugging on her head to rub his balls dry with her face, matting her fur, he turns around, slowly leading her around the house. "C'mere, girl.~ We'll walk inside, today. Don't want to hurt your knees and hands on the hard cement yet."

[00:16] Alexandra Ice watched him as he rose, not daring to stop. She had just finished a bark as he towered over her, going back into her pants, that wet, slobbery tongue hanging there. She was just practicing sure, but actually getting a treat was always a treat. It was a little tight and it took some cramming, but he managed to fit his orbs in her mouth, her bone resting down the middle of her face while his nuts sat in her mouth. She loved that. Slobbering and drooling over them, tongue washing between them, rumbling out happy purrs and coos, eyes half-lidded, his musk taking a toll. She rubbed her snout up into his cock slightly, inhaling that sweaty scent fondly. With a tamed gasp, shifting right into a pant, wet strings of saliva spun between his balls and her face, cutely while still panting there, allowing him to clean himself off right on her cheek. She seemed happy, bouncing along after him on her hands and knees, crawling as they walked around aimlessly.

[00:24] Quincy Augustine led the lovely polar-puppy around in circles, first just around the small space in the living room, but he wanted to give her more practice. Eventually he started pulling her into different rooms, switching from wood, to tile flooring in the bathroom, back to wood, then carpet... making sure that she gets used to all sorts of different surfaces. Not only that, he gives her some endurance training! It wasn't too hard to crawl around for a short time, especially considering that his treat for her had gotten her all sorts of enthused, but doing it for several minutes straight might just make her very tired. He would continue to lead her around even after he heard her breathing start to get ragged from effort, pushing her to the very limit. Once she starts to lag behind him, he leads her not to the living room, but to the kitchen! Apparently, he had been busy at work while she was away doing who knows what; in the corner, placed on a mat, were two bowls, one with water, one currently empty, both with her name on them in nice, flowing letters. "You look thirsty, puppy. Go get a drink.~" he says, giving her leash just enough slack to reach that bowl.

[00:34] Alexandra Ice enthusiasm quickly worn off. That treat and her matted wet cheek had given her a boost in pride, but as they walked, seemingly in random circles and paths she started getting tired. And even slower, lazier crawl, head slightly dipped down, inhaling and exhaling deep, worn breaths. She hadn't broken a sweat, but it was getting straining It took her a moment to realize he had stopped before she did, sitting idly on all fours while they stood in the kitchen by the back, her leash let loose and hung low from her master's grip and her collar. She was thirsty, though what w- Oh. She had her own bowls. She blinked, flustered, crawling over to examine them. She peered down into her water dish, before looking back at her master unsure what to really do.

[00:35] Quincy Augustine: ((https://imgur.com/a/9lEHA ))

[00:35] Alexandra Ice: (Thats cute :3)

[00:37] Quincy Augustine smiles. He was sure the stupid slut wouldn't know what to do with that bowl, so he was prepared to teach her. Gosh, was his cock fully erect from walking her all around like this, and having to teach? Grunting from his soreness as he knees down next to her, though clearly not minding the pain as much, Quincy happily grabs pets his puppy-slut. "It's okay, Master will teach you.~ Put your head down, like this," he says, guiding her maw to the bowl, "Stick out your tongue," he waits patiently, "Now push it into the water, and curl your tongue forward, and lap the water into your open mouth. Thick about licking Master's balls, only faster, and you should be able to drink. Now go on.~"