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It's for your own good, puppy - Part 2

#nsfwtwt #puppy #petplay no gender, 2nd person, femme nurse, high tech collar. Guest starring #drones

The nurse tugs at your leash, yet you just barely stop yourself pawing forward.

"Puppy. I don't want to punish you again, but I will.-

Come on, let's stretch out those sore limbs of yours." She tugs the leash again. This time, you comply. You're not keen for a repeat of that shock so soon.

You go to at least say some spiteful retort, or expression of frustration. All that leaves your mouth is a puppy-like whine, followed by a few little yips. It's the dammed collar again. You know what you want to say. You go to say it. Your body just does not cooperate.

"There there, pup. I know the floor is a bit uncomfortable, but we'll be out on the grass soon enough." The nurse talks down to you as she leads you out of the room into a clinical looking corridor.

Crawling around on all fours isn't the most pleasant. Strangely, it's not as bad as it usually feels. Perhaps another 'benefit' of the collar around your neck. It's not like you have any other option for movement now that you get a horrific shock if you stand.

After turning a corner, the nurse comes to an abrupt stop. Being on the floor as you are, the first thing you see is two sets of latex boots in front of you. Craning your head up, you see more and more tight fitting latex. It seems to be perfectly smooth, with a beautiful shine.

The two figures standing in front of you appear to be entirely clad in it. Despite it being tight fitting, you really can't determine their genders. You can't even note any identifying features on their bodies. To the best of your knowledge, they seem to be completely identical.

Both have some kind of black visor where their face would be, and their entire heads encased. They even look to be exactly the same height. They don't even hold themselves differently.

They both look to the nurse, but you can see emotes flashing across their visors.

"Yes, drones. Room P3-T should be empty for the next few hours." The nurse responds. Her tone is more direct than you're accustomed to.

The two drones turn to face each other. Several images flash across their visors rapidly. Too quickly for you to see from your position at their latex boots. Finally, they turn back to the nurse.

Now, you can see they are each displaying a different digitised animated image on the LED screens of their visors.

One shows a crude image of a puppy next to a drone figure, with its hand moving onto and off of the puppy's head.

The other shows an angry drone with its foot on the puppy's head, forcing it into the ground.

"Ruff?" You question weakly. This time, you hadn't even meant to make a sound, it just slipped out.

The nurse looks away from the drones and down to you. "The drones are asking if you deserve a reward, or a punishment, puppy." Her soft, practiced smile returns when she starts talking to you.

You clearly don't want to answer. Obviously a reward is preferable, but you know it isn't going to be given without some kind of humiliating cost.

"C'mon, puppy. Don't be shy. These two are just drones, nothing for a pet like you to be frightened of."

She notes the unwillingness to participate on your face. "Puppy. If you don't choose, I will choose for you. And I'll be sure to punish you later for being such a fussypup." She giggles. Either she enjoys the power she has over you, or she really does just relish the opportunity-

to send you further into puppyhood.

"Awrfff, ruff," you yelp after another few seconds, trying to indicate you want the reward. A whole night in that cramped cage, followed by shocks was too much for today. If you can make it any easier right now, you're going to.

The nurse laughs again. "Silly puppy. We don't speak dumb little doggy like you do. She gives your leash some slack, and gestures over to the two drones. "What does the lil puppy want?" She asks, a bright, overly enthusiastic grin on her face.

The two drones have both tilted their visors down to face you, if you can call it facing you. They continue to play the LED images of a puppy being rewarded and punished. Besides that, there's no other difference between them. You're glad you're not like them, or maybe that-

would be a better fate?

Here we go, you think to yourself. Rewards never come for free. With some reluctance (in an attempt to give yourself even the smallest amount of dignity), you paw over to the drone offering a reward.

"Now sit, pup." The nurse tells you. She steps with you to make sure you have enough room on the leash. One of your hands drifts just slightly towards the collar around your neck. You just want to rip it off. Memories of the full body shock it gave you are too fresh to try-

that, however.

Meekly, you shift up onto your knees, resting your hands at the side. You keep your head down too. It's hard enough to cling to what little pride you have left without looking up at that animated drone petting a puppy.

The nurse steps to the side of the drone, and in front of you. "Well, puppy? You need to show me that you really want this reward."

You turn your head to look up at her. You know there's hate and anger in your eyes.

"Come on, little doggy. You have to beg to get a reward. C'mon. You know what to do." She grins again.

It's true. You know what she wants. You know exactly what you're supposed to do. You just don't want to do it. It's a position you've been forced to assume too many times.

Seeing your reluctance, the nurse gives an obvious glance over to the drone showing punishment on its visor.

After weighing your options with great reluctance, you lift your paws--hands! You life your hands up to just below your face. An encouraging, yet impatient look from the nurse prompts you to stick your tongue all the way out too.

The nurse pulls out her phone, and you can tell she's taking a picture. No, worse. A video. "Such a good doggy, begging for treats. Can you whine for me, pup?"

You whine. You had meant to tell her to go fuck herself, but all that came out was a series of pathetic little noises.

"Such a good dog!" She exclaims. "I just wanted to get a video for your Owner today."

You can feel your cheeks flush crimson at that. It's embarrassing enough the people here seeing, without the possibility of others seeing you like this.

Especially the person responsible for you being here. Still, you've taken too many steps to back down now. You stay in begging pose while the nurse puts her phone away.

"Yes, drones, you may reward the puppy." The nurse's voice returns to cool formality when addressing drones.

At this point, you realise that you didn't actually get told what the reward or punishment would be. It's not as though you could've asked. You also realise you've continued to beg, despite the necessity having passed.

Before you can make an effort to regain a bit of dignity, the drone standing over you leans down. Its visor changes to a smiling emote as its hands move to either side of your head. You feel concerned for just a moment, then its latex clad hands ruffle through your hair and-

begin to pet you. Even without nails to drag over your scalp, it feels incredible. If your tongue weren't already lolling out to beg it would be now.

You hear the other drone crouch behind you. Its hands expertly apply pressure to your sore muscles. Being cramped up all night still hurts, but its ministrations are taking away that pain bit by bit.

You can't help panting and softly moaning as the two drones continue working-

on you. It feels so incredible that you don't even care about how idiotic and petlike you must look. In fact, it's increasingly difficult to think of anything. Your mind just focuses in on how right it feels to be down on your knees being petted and care for.

You feel a disconcerting sense of safety. The drones are taking good care of you. Your leash holder is right there with you. What do you possibly have to be worried about?

The drones continue to pet and massage you, to the point that you topple over. One of the drones catches you, resting you on your back. In only a moment, one of them is petting your belly, and there are hands on your head again, petting away.

It feels good. No. It feels amazing. It just gets better and better. You can feel yourself squriming around on the ground, rubbing your legs together, kicking your feet out. You're not even trying to speak anymore. You're just whining like a little mutt.

It doesn't stop getting better. You don't know how this can continue, yet it does. The drones keep petting, and you keep moaning. When your eyes are open and focused, you can see your leash holder--nurse! Your nurse looking down at you on the ground. She looks proud.

The hands continue working. Every touch feels like it's hitting some magic enjoyment button. Not necessarily sexual, but not *not* sexual. Eventually it all starts to feel like too much. It's getting quicker. You're going to. You're gonna. Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhhhhh.

Well, that wasn't like any orgasm you've ever had. There's mess between your legs, yes. But you didn't feel horny per se. Just, desperate and needing attention. Now, you don't feel any less pet brained, just in a breathless haze of enjoyment. It's strange to say the least.

Not that those thoughts are running through your empty little doggy head.

"Arffff," you say weakly.

"I think the puppy has had quite enough of a treat today. I'll have to tell R&D about this." The nurse snaps another picture of you. You don't even care this time. That felt unbelievable.

Once you've caught your breath, one of the drones lifts you onto all fours with a casual display of strength. It gives you one final pet on the head. Its screen shows a drone petting a puppy. You realise you have no idea which drone is which. The two drones walk away in lockstep.

"Well, puppy. I suppose I better get you cleaned up before we go for a walk, hm?"