Pampered Pet Obedience

By the time James returns for me, I have mixed feelings. I'm excited to see him, as evidenced by my wagging tail and already wet pussy, but I'm also nervous about the auction. I'm apprehensive at leaving James and the safety of my kennel even though I know it's inevitable. I've been through the auctioning process a few times after all, but this feels different.

'April, go relieve yourself please.' I obediently crawl my way over to my puppy pad as James chatters on excitedly. 'I'm expecting dog groomers here in 5 minutes to tend to you before we go to the auction hall. There is already a fair crowd there -- we have 3 dogs up for sale this evening. You're the only bitch, the other two are studs. So, I'm expecting a good price.'

After I have pee'd, I realise I need to go number two as well. This makes me remarkably less comfortable. James must see the expression of discomfort on my face and come to the correct conclusion. 'I know going for a poo will be difficult to begin with, but it is non-optional. The sooner you get used to this the better, you will be expected to relieve yourself outside for the most part -- sometimes in public places such as the dog park.' He looks at me expectantly. He doesn't move an inch or shift his gaze from me as he watches me get into a squatting position to relieve myself. I have never been more humiliated in my life. Once I'm done, I'm sure I'm beetroot red in the face. Just as I crawl off the puppy pad, a cleaner enters the kennel and removes the soiled puppy pad and places a fresh one down.

'You're such a good girl, April.' Treat. I wag my tail at him, spirits lifted at the praise. The dog groomers then enter and spend some time washing me, grooming my hair and nails, cleaning my ears and brushing my teeth. By the time they're done I feel much better, and James nods approvingly as he fixes my leash to my collar and says, 'Come April. It's time to go to the auction hall.'

We walk through the surprisingly quiet corridors of the Centre and wind our way round to a side door signposted as 'Stage Left'. Once we're in, James takes me off to the side of a small stage, and commands me to sit. From here we can hear and just see the current auction of the first stud, the price is mounting rapidly with numerous bidders. I drag my eyes away from the stage and look around tentatively, there are some behind the scenes works going on with some people sitting behind monitors and keyboards, some Centre staff are just watching the proceedings. And then I bring my eyes around to the other side of James. I see another Centre attendant standing with who must be the second stud -- while the attendant has struck up an excited conversation with James, the stud stares at me.

I look back curiously at his ears, his collar and his tail -- it's similar to mine. The attendant says to the stud, 'Go say hello, Jax.' The stud crawls over to me on all fours, the closer he gets the quicker his tail wags.

'Up, April.' James commands, which I assume means to be on all fours. I hesitantly obey. The stud draws closer and looks at me closely, then he walks around to my rear, tail still wagging. I can feel him tentatively sniffing down my body, and when he gets to my rear I automatically back away. James puts a stop to this quickly, 'April don't be so skittish. Jax is just saying hello.' James pulls my leash tight, so my head is held up high while he reaches down and holds me firmly at the base of tail. I'm held completely immobile as Jax sticks his nose straight into my rear, I yelp slightly when I feel his tongue lick up the folds of my pussy.

'Good girl, April. Steady.' James praises. Jax continues to lick at me, all the while I can see his tail wagging faster and faster, and I can see his dick growing in size too as it swings free between his legs. We can hear the applause of the closing auction on-stage -- but I don't hear what's said because Jax's tongue has reached my clit. I can feel myself getting wet, despite the fact I don't want this stud's tongue anywhere near me, this must be that damned arousal serum along with being in heat. He licks at me insistently as James holds me steady, and murmurs praise at me for being such a good girl.

Just as my legs start to tremble from the stimulation, Jax's attendant calls him off and they head quickly towards the stage staircase. I'm left being held by James in the same position, he moves his hand from my tail down to my soaking entrance and pushes two fingers into me. As soon as he withdraws them, he commands me to sit. Again, I'm offered a treat for being well behaved. 'Very good April, you will be expected by your owner to allow other dogs to say hello to you. Your owner will probably make you undergo more socialisation training because must have a good temperament, otherwise you might never be chosen for breeding.' I want to roll my eyes, that would be no bad thing to me.

I sit and wait with James patiently as Jax is auctioned off. He's sold for a high price, 100,000 coins. I can sense James's mounting restlessness as we wait our turn. Not 5 minutes later, we're climbing the stairs. James leads me to the centre of the stage, where he commands me to sit facing the audience. While the sheer dress I used to wear didn't hide anything, sitting naked in this position makes me feel far more vulnerable. The auction hall is huge, and is packed full of people, all of them gazing intently at me. I can feel the hundreds of eyes roaming all over my body, I try to avoid them by gazing down at the stage in front of me.

I hear the auctioneer introduce me as 'an appealing opportunity' -- he lists through all the modifications the centre has made to me to convert me into a bitch. I lift my head to see the crowd's reaction -- and that's when I see it. Screens have flickered to life around the auction hall and they are now showing a compilation of footage from my procedures being done, from my recovery in the cell and my training. I watch my past self be led through it all by James as the auctioneer explains that I'm fully-house trained, responsive to all commands and one of the first bitches on the market to have been converted to a fertile dog's heat cycle instead of a typical human female cycle. I can see the interest the crowd has in me has skyrocketed.

At that, James wordlessly prompts me to stand with a tug on the leash and I'm led around the stage on all fours. He commands me through sit, down, stay, roll-over and present. Once I have been treated for obeying each of these in turn, the audience politely applauses. I startle as the auctioneer mentions that I have already amassed 400 obedience points since I've been in the Conversion Centre -- this is no small amount. On average in the last slave post I earned around 150 a month if I was lucky.

Finally, the auctioneer starts off the biding by saying, 'This bitch is a fantastic opportunity for companionship and/or breeding. She will need time and investment in further training to reach her full potential, but what you have seen so far is very promising. But all for the right price of course! We'll start the bids at 10,000 coins.' The audience erupts into shouts of bidding, with paddles going up everywhere. The price escalates quickly. 40,000, 70,000, 100,000 coins. I'm so bewildered I tune it out and just concentrate on the familiar smell of James standing next to me.

'Sold! For 600,000 coins to bidder number 42. Mr. Hellevan, thank you for your bid. You may report to the office to pay and collect your dog from the back-room ASAP.'

I don't see the man who has bought me. I feel numb as James leads me off the opposite side of the stage and through the corridors to what must be the back room. Jax and the other stud must already be gone, I'm alone with James.

'You've been such a good girl April. I'll miss having you here -- whenever you come back for any check-ups or procedures, I'll be sure to drop in and say hello.'

At that, the door opens, and a tall, elderly man walks in. He's roughly the same height as James, although I'm not sure how tall that is. I've already lost my bearings a little from being on all fours for the last few days. He's a little overweight, with hair that has nearly completely turned grey. His face is slightly wrinkled, but and his expression is stern. If I had to estimate, I'd say he was around 65.

'Ah Mr. Hellevan. Congratulations on your winning bid!' James shakes his hand, Mr. Hellevan nods at him blandly. 'The centre attendants will have already loaded all the supplies for April that you have requested, as well as installed a dog crate in your car for transporting her. I hope you will be thoroughly pleased with your purchase, please don't hesitate to get in touch with any queries you may have about training or upgrades. You are free to leave with April if there is nothing else I can do to help you.'

'No thank you,' Mr. Hellevan replies. He takes my leash from James and gives it a small tug. 'Come April, we're to go home.' I steal a quick glance back at James, who is grinning ear to ear, before I set off to walk at Mr. Hellevan's side.