When they get upstairs Clare takes her first of all into the bathroom.
‘My, what a mess you’re in,’ she says, laughing. ‘Look what those nasty men did to you!’
Some of the semen deposited on her has already dried, but much of it is still dribbling down her face. Clare wipes pup’s face with a facecloth. Then, taking hold of her leash, leads all three pups into the bedroom and locks the door behind them.
‘Now,’ says Clare, ‘we’ll all have a nice little game, shall we?’
Pup doesn’t know what’s expected. But then, she doesn’t need to. That’s the beauty of being submissive, she thinks; someone else can make the decisions.
‘Come here, boys,’ Clare says to her own pups. They crawl towards her and kneel, looking up at her with expectant eyes, their heads c****d on one side, the very picture o
