�So, tell me about this Brenda,� I said to Stephanie.

�She’s actually from England. She spent two years under the tutelage of Sir Phillip of Rotterdam. I think you know him.�

�Yes. He’s very well known in the arena. She spent six years at Roissy? I really like their girls. Every one I’ve met seems to be well trained; not to take anything away from the Academy.�

�Both produce fine slaves. For the kind of money you’re paying to have your bitch trained, you should expect nothing less.�

�What’s Brenda’s style like?�

�Well, she likes to play her role from a middle position.�

�Come again?�

�She has both submissive and dominant elements to her technique. She likes to be a slave to the one paying her while acting as an authority to the slave. She likes to dress in French Maid outfits.�

�Really? A French Maid would come in handy now that we have more rooms to deal with.�

Stephanie looked down at Ellie and smiled. �You’re forgetting something,� she said pointing to Ellie.

�Huh? Oh,� I said. �I was so involved in our conversation that I totally forgot about her.

�Ellie, Honey. I have some good news and some bad news. This is complicated so pay attention, OK?�

�Arf!� she said, looking confused.

�Look around. We’re not living in that cottage anymore. The lumber company made me an offer for the land and I couldn’t turn it down. So I had to sell it. We’ve moved to San Diego. We’re a little northeast of the city at the foot of a mountain range. Let’s go outside and look.�

I took her leash and pulled her along. She seemed stunned, as I fully expected. �I had the building specially designed for us. We no longer have to store our gear in guest rooms and garages. We have a stable for you when you’re a pony and an indoor kennel for you when you’re playing the puppy role. I had special gear installed for all sorts of things like your bathroom duties and such. And the house is a quarter mile from the property line. We have all the privacy we need.

�The bad news is that you’re not going to be CFO of our company anymore.�

Her look was one of utter shock. �No, you see, the board likes you so much that they’re putting you in charge of our Western division in San Diego. I arranged for a hiatus until we’re done with this little situation. Once you’ve finished this training, I’ll take you into town and introduce you. Congratulations,� I said.

�Yes, congratulations Ellie,� Stephanie said.

Ellie looked at me and smiled. I petted her and then I bent down and kissed her. �I love you so much,� I said. I kissed her again.

�You shouldn’t do that while she’s in this role,� Stephanie said. �Dogs shouldn’t be kissed like that.�

I looked at her with a scowl. �Sorry,� she said. �It’s one of my failings. I take dog training to the limit. Speaking of which, are you going to call Brenda?�

�Yes. Let me have her number and I’ll talk to her right now.�

I got her phone number from Stephanie and called her. She was so excited to come to San Diego that she said she had already packed the majority of her gear. I told her I could have my plane pick her up at eight that night. �I’ll be ready,� she said. �And thanks, Love. I do appreciate it.�

Her English accent sounded sweet and alluring. �She should arrive at eight tomorrow morning. Since you’ve worked with Ellie for a week I’m hoping you can go over her little quirks before you leave.

�I can do that.�

One week ago:

The Sunday came that I was looking forward to. No, it wasn’t my release date. It was the day when they’d switch me to the role that Brandon had asked I specialize in. I was sure I was going back to being a ponygirl. I was almost certain that I’d end up in that role. If I wasn’t to be a pony, I was sure I’d end up as a slave girl. I never figured on this!

I was led on a leash to a cottage not far from the main building. Carl met a blonde haired woman named. Stephanie. She wore a black Stetson, high heels and a black leather skirt. �Let me look at the little thing,� she drawled. �Tell me about her.�

Carl gave his observations. He said I didn’t like being a dog and my obedience skills were lacking when it came to the basics. He said I sucked a good cock and used my tongue well. I grimaced at that statement.

�Come along, Honey. We have a lot of work it seems,� she said with that twang in her voice.

She pulled at my leash and I obediently fell behind her left heel and followed along like I had been taught. I was really pissed. It was obvious that I’d have to spend another week on my knees crawling around in these boots and paws.

�I like red leather corsets and I think you’d look very interesting in one. By the way, I talked to your lover yesterday and he can’t wait to see you. He really loves you very much you know.�

When she said that Brandon still loved me it calmed all my fears that he might be doing this to get rid of me. I was so afraid for the past week or two that I was going to be traded or sold to someone, never to see anyone I knew ever again. If Brandon said he was looking forward to seeing me again, well, then all my fears were for naught. I smiled at the thought of having his arms wrapped around me again.

�I know you don’t like this role. That’s fairly obvious. Brandon told me that he loves to see you in severe bondage. It was his suggestion that you learn what it’s like to be his pet. He asked me personally to train you. It’s costing him a lot of money to do so, did you know that?�

�Arf, arf!� I replied in the negative.

�Did you know it costs a quarter of a million dollars to put you in here?�

My eyes opened wide. He’s paying these people that much money to train me. I was stunned. �Arf, arf,� I barked in reply.

�Of course that’s a lifetime fee. If you need to be sent back here there’s no further charge. Still, only the richest can afford it for their beloveds. Which reminds me. It seems that your lover has made the newspapers. Apparently he made some sort of major move on Conoco just before they went under after that securities scandal. I understand he made close to half a billion dollars. Did you know you’re dating a billionaire?�

�Arf, arf,� I replied. Brandon is a billionaire now? Wow!

�Anyway, let’s get started. Luigi was kind enough to send me a lovely bustier that should fit quite nicely on you. I like the detail he puts into the leather, don’t you?�

�Arf!�

The corset was tight and had two piece leather cups. The cups did cover my breasts to an inch above the nipples. The lower half of the cups lifted my breasts while the upper half formed them. It was nice to have my breasts finally supported. I hated walking around with them hanging down.

�You have nice tits but they could be a little bigger. You should ask Brandon. I’m sure he’d approve of such an upgrade. But I wouldn’t move up too much. Maybe one cup size. You look like you’re a 32-C. I bet you’ll look nice with 34 D breasts. You’d fill out just enough without looking top heavy. Would you like bigger tits?�

�Arf,� I barked in agreement.

�Hopefully we can set something up. I know a few doctors. I’ll be sure to recommend the best to Brandon when we see him next week. Now, let’s talk about your enthusiasm. Personally, I’m just a little concerned. You know Hon, something just didn’t seem right when you spotted me. Now, if I walked into someone’s house and their puppy saw me for the first time, what do you think it would do when it saw me?�

I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea.

�Ahhhh,� I screamed as the dildo when off at full blast. She didn’t let go of the button. I was writhing on the floor.

�Maybe I should leave you like that. Are you that stupid? You should be begging for attention.�

�Ahhh,� I continued to scream. I put my paws on my crotch trying to stop the pain. It just continued.

�I won’t stand for a show of apathy from you. From this point forward, act the part or feel it in your pussy. Now, get over here and show me your enthusiasm. Move it!�

I got up on my knees and quickly crawled over to her. I began licking her boots and rubbing my cheek against her leg. �Better. Now, you can do me one more favor.� She lifted her skirt and I performed my most hated task. �You’d better get that tongue moving a lot faster bitch. Or do you want another dose?�

My pace quickened from the fear she had instilled in me. I did as I was told. I moved from nether lips to clit and even stuck my tongue deep insider her. I would do anything to avoid this scene. Why did Brandon want me to do this?

�That’s enough. Sit!� she ordered.

She had a muzzle sitting on the table. �If you’re not using your mouth we’re going to keep you muzzled from now on. It won’t interfere with your breathing but it will keep you quiet.�

The leather square fit over my face. In its center was a soft rubber ball. It went in my mouth. The ball was very soft, almost like a Nerf ball. It was a full two inches in diameter and it filled my mouth completely.

�Just because you’re muzzled doesn’t mean you don’t have to bark for me. Understand?�

�Arf!� I said. The muzzle muffled my voice severely but it was still loud enough for her to hear me.

�Good. You just lay around the house and I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t try and turn on the TV or use any other gadgets. You’re a dog. Don’t act human! And don’t climb on the furniture. Walk around and get a good look at the place. I’ll be back in an hour. I have to get the rest of your toys so you can learn your role properly.�

I decided to kill time and wander through the cottage. There was nothing of note in the building. My cage was in the bedroom, I noticed. That was pretty much the extent of any noteworthy items in the building.

The entire house was carpeted, with the exception of the kitchen and the dining room. The place looked like it was designed for entertainment. The dining room was large and the table was long and narrow. Along one wall was a second table. I’d almost bet that it was used for buffets.

I crawled back to the living room and looked around. There was a pile of pillows in the corner and I got the feeling that they were put there intentionally for me. Since I had hardly had the opportunity to sleep on anything other than the thin mattress inside my cage, I decided to take advantage of them.

While I was laying quietly on the pillows I stewed. After wearing this outfit for a week I was beginning to get pissed off about it. I really didn’t like being demeaned and humiliated this way. Everything about my outfit annoyed me. These damn gloves prevented me from grabbing anything. The boots were annoying too. I couldn’t stand up even though I had normal heels and soles on my feet. The heels were six inch stilettos. But the electronics in my calves could detect when I stood up. If that happened I wouldn’t be standing for long. That damn dildo in my crotch would shock me.

I still didn’t understand how they could shock someone so many times and not cause damage. But they insisted that this thing would do just that. I figured that with all the shocks I had received that it must be true because I had absolutely no irritation inside me. Then it hit me. I had worn this dildo for a month and I hadn’t had a period. Could it be that I was pregnant? No, I always took my pills when I was with Brandon and nobody had used me that way since I arrived. They must have given me something in my food to stop my periods. Then again, if I was pregnant, I’d be home in a week and Brandon and I could deal with it then. It was one more thing to worry about in all this mess.

When I set my head down on the pillows my view narrowed on the front door. I could easily see it. There was something I know I needed to do but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It had something to do with the door. So I began to retrace my steps.

I reviewed everything that happened this morning. Carl had brought me to Stephanie. Stephanie punished me for a lack of enthusiasm. Well, I’d have to improve in that regard I figured. Stephanie made me lick her. Yuck! Stephanie punished me for not greeting her with enthusiasm. I couldn’t put my finger on what I was supposed to do. I was tired. So I set my head on the pillow and relaxed.

I could hear someone walking up to the front door. My eyes grew wide as it finally hit me. Stephanie punished for not greeting her earlier! I climbed up on all fours and rushed over to the door where I took up a sitting position right in front of the door. When the inner door opened I started barking and wiggling my ass so my tail would wag.

I got up and pressed my cheek against her boot then crawled behind her ready to heel at her side. �Good girl,� she praised as if I were really her pet. �Look what I got. I got your stick and your bone and even your rubber ball. We’re gonna teach you the proper way to play fetch. But first I want to work on your posture. Sit, Honey.�

I sat on my heels and waited for more training. This was usually painful so I prepared myself for more punishment. The trainers always seemed to punctuate their commands with a jolt so I’d remember the lesson.

�Press your heels together when you kneel. Keep your knees about a foot apart. And point your toes.� She pressed the button but I only felt a vibration. Thank God!

�I know that the boots prevent you from pointing your toes fully but do the best you can. I want to see your heels pointing upward as far as possible so they are more easily visible. Try and feel the ground with the tops of your toes.�

I stretched a little more and felt the ground with my toenails.

�Very good, Honey. Now, your next thing to work on is your hands. Make sure your hands are just inside of your knees.� She praised me when I did so. �That’s perfect.�

�Stay,� she said walking away from me a short distance. �When I give you the command I want you to walk towards me. The only difference is that I want you to put your hands in front of each other. Come,� she ordered.

I walked towards her and put one hand in front of the other. Doing so caused my body to sway, which moved my hips and consequently my tail. I suppose that was the effect she was seeking. �If you have to move fast, you won’t be able to use that method. But for normal heeling you will be using it all the time, understand?�

�Arf!� I barked.

�Good. Let’s go out and play a little.�

�Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm,� Ellie suddenly whined in her high pitched voice.

�I’d better take care of a few mundane tasks,� Stephanie said.

�Huh?� I asked.

�She has to go. Where is the cleaning station?�

�I’ll show you.�

We walked back into the house and came to a door at the back of the corridor. The room contained all the gags, harnesses, collars, and other bondage gear that we had purchased from Luigi’s. Most of her leather outfits and boots were here as well. �This is her playroom. The cleaning room is behind that door.�

�I’ll only be a minute.�

�Bring her to the office when you’re done. She smells a bit ripe. Can you give her a wipe?�

�Sure, Hon. But I did wash her down before we left. Must have picked up an odor in the box.�

�I have to answer some emails. Bring her when she’s cleaned up.�

I read my email, deleting countless spam messages. An email from a friend in San Diego caught my eye. �I got that cruise for you. Executive Suite, of course,� it said. �Do you still want it?�

I replied, �Yes.� Then I added a special request. �Can you arrange it?�

�Consider it done,� she replied. �I’ll take care of it.�

The ship would depart on Monday. After being kept in the scene for so long, a vacation would be a nice respite. It would be perfect.

Ellie trotted in on all fours as she had been taught. Her hands moved one in front of the other. It was a style that Stephanie had developed. It made her look seductive, even though she was on her knees.

Ellie had obviously been freshened up. Her hair was combed and she now smelled of sweet perfume. �Much better,� I said.

She was led to my side and forced to sit beside my chair while I continued to answer email. �Do you need me?� Stephanie asked as she handed me the leash.

�No. I know you need to bring in your stuff. Use the bedroom across the hall. That’s the guest bedroom.�

I was going to be Vice President of the Western division? I could hardly believe it. I was familiar with their operation. Their team was amazing. I just hoped I could live up to their expectations.

Right now my role was being a dog and that’s what I had to concentrate on. I had spent a month away from Brandon and now, as near as I was to him, I couldn’t do anything but sit like a pet next to his chair. I wanted companionship on a different level than what I was getting. But there was a sense of companionship here. That companionship inspired me to think of Brandon’s desires.

While I sat here quietly by his side I had a chance to think. I had realized that I had been wallowing in my own suffering. I hated being a dog with a passion. But Brandon loved to see me like this. I could tell by the look in his eyes. When he saw me bark and trot he smiled at me. He truly loved me in this role.

And that’s when it hit me. He wanted me to think of his pleasure before my own. Before I had been in this role I had done so but within limits. Brandon wanted me to remove those limits and do what he wanted, regardless of how I felt. He wanted me to trust him. And now I did.

But I was still a dog and I still hated it. I knew I had to fight that feeling. If I didn’t, I knew that one day we’d leave each other. I couldn’t imagine being his slave and hating the role I was playing. That would never work. It was up to me to adjust my attitude.

�Ruff, Ruff,� I barked in a muffled tone. I wanted him to play with me so I barked in that mode that Stephanie said would indicate that I was getting bored.

�What is it?� he asked.

�Rrrrruff,� I barked once more.

�You’re horny, aren’t you?�

�Arf!� I barked, hoping that he would do something to satisfy my lust.

�Let me turn on your vibrator,� he said. Suddenly I felt a buzzing between my legs. It drove me crazy. In all the time I had been in the academy they had only used it three times. Each time I went nuts with passion. I was about to groan when I realized that my collar was active. Instead I used dog-speak and whined in a joyful tone. �I see you’re enjoying yourself. Good,� he said as he petted my head.

He let me stew until Stephanie returned. �All done?� he asked her.

�All done. How about you. Finished with your email?�

�Just checking one last item. You did a magnificent job with Ellie. She acts just like she’s supposed to. She’s an excellent pet. I’m really surprised that she’s showing this much enthusiasm.�

�We worked the entire week on that. I wanted to be sure to have her show a happy face. Speaking of which, are you done with her mouth? I like to keep my dogs muzzled at all times.�

�Well, I didn’t use her mouth but if you want to muzzle her, that’s fine. I’m not in the mood for that right now.�

�Suit yourself. Do you mind if I use her?�

�Feel free.�

Stephanie sat on the couch and called me. She lifted her skirt and told me to lick her. I had done this enough to know to attack her pussy with reckless abandon. She had her own remote and I knew she would use it if I didn’t please her. I licked her nether lips first, working my way up to her clit. I could feel the ring that she had implanted there. I also felt the grommets in her lips. She must have been a slave at one time or another. I heard her groan and I doubled my efforts to lick her. When she grabbed my head and pulled me into her I pressed my tongue deep inside her canal. She screamed for joy and panted like she was in heat. Finally she pushed me away.

After a short rest she walked over to her handbag and pulled out a muzzle. This one had a rubber cock inside. I had worn this once before and didn’t like it at all. �Open,� she ordered. I really didn’t have much choice. The cock when in my mouth and she pulled the straps behind my head.

�I fed her when I was cleaning her up so she can wear that until morning. Then again, if you want to use her mouth, you’re welcome to take it off. Just remember to replace it when you’re done. I don’t like to have a dog’s mouth empty. Call me just before you go to bed. I’ll give her a cleaning and send her to the cage.�

I slept alone for another night, staying loyal and devoted to Ellie. My guilt at having her go through this torment had long since faded to a dull ache. I knew it was good for her but it hurt to know what she was enduring for me. I did not sleep well that night, knowing that she was staying in the room across the hall in a cage.

The following day Stephanie was already awake when I got up at six. Ellie was out of her cage, muzzled, and staying at Stephanie’s side. She was wearing the same red leather outfit.

�I’m going to pick up Brenda. You can take care of her until I get back. I have to leave now or Brenda will be pissed.�

�You have time. Her plane doesn’t get in till ten and it only takes a half hour to get to the airport.�

�True. But I don’t want to be caught in traffic.�

�You have a point. Let me have her. Did you feed her?�

�No. I brought some cans of stew from the academy. I know she’s sick of the stuff but it’s good for her. It’s their own mix but you can substitute with Dinty Moore if you need to. Don’t forget to put her hair into a ponytail first. I just washed her and I don’t want to dig that junk out of her hair again.�

�I’d rather let her have some oatmeal or some cereal. Good fiber and vitamins.�

�Not something a dog would normally eat though, is it?�

�You’re too strict.�

�She’s your pet. Anyway, I can’t chat any more. Gotta go. Oh, almost forgot. Add a dose of Periostop. We don’t want her periods starting up yet.�

�I’ll take care of it,� I said as she opened the door to leave. Returning my attention to Ellie, I said, �I bet you’re hungry,�

�Arf!� she said in her muffled voice.

�Heel,� I ordered. I led her into the kitchen and took her dog bowl. �Let me take that muzzle off you and put your hair in a nice ponytail.�

I grabbed a rubber band from my junk drawer and fixed her hair. The muzzle came off and she was all to eager to have something other than beef stew. I knew she was probably bored of it, having been fed it three times a day for the last two weeks.

�I bet you’d love some pancakes, huh?�

�Arf!� she barked enthusiastically.

�One order, coming up. God, I wish I could take those boots and collar off. But I don’t have the codes. Just have to wait a couple more days. Then I’ll get you in my bed. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?�

�Arf!� she said again, this time wagging her tail. I just smiled.

Before I started making pancakes I made sure she got her dose of Periostop. This medicine halted periods while still allowing normal hormone production. Normally it was mixed into the stew. I gave it to her in pill form and allowed her to drink a glass of water. Stephanie would never have approved of holding the glass up to her but she wasn’t here. I really didn’t think we needed to be that strict with her so I made this concession.

I made up six pancakes, three for her and three for me. I broke them up into one inch pieces and squirted syrup on them. �Don’t eat this stuff too fast,� I said. I filled a separate bowl with water so she could rinse her face as she ate. �I have a feeling that your new trainer won’t allow you to eat outside the prescribed diet either so enjoy it while it lasts.�

I poured myself a glass of milk and prepared my three pancakes. I glanced over at Ellie while I savored the maple syrup. I bet she enjoyed it even more. �Don’t eat too fast,� I warned. But she practically inhaled them. So I made a couple more with the remaining batter. She seemed satisfied with the two extra flapjacks.

�Come over here and sit. I need to clean up your face. You have syrup all over yourself.� I took a wet rag and wiped her chin several times. She just smiled at me. �Rinse your mouth out in your water bowl. I have to put your muzzle back on before Stephanie comes back.� Ellie frowned. When I held the muzzle in front of her mouth she didn’t resist. She just opened her mouth and accepted the short cock.

I needed to clean up the evidence. I didn’t want Stephanie to see what I had fed Ellie. Not that I couldn’t overrule her. After all, Ellie was my property, not hers. I made the final decisions. But I didn’t want to get into an argument with her. She was like a screeching cat when she got mad. So I washed dishes, including bowls, the frying pan, and the floor around where the dog bowls were. Then I put a bowl of water down. �As far as you’re concerned, you just had cereal. Understood?�

�Arf!� she said.

Brenda was funny. She had that comical English accent that I just loved. But she was a stickler for details just as much as Stephanie was. But she was more likeable.

�This is Ellie,� Stephanie said.

�She’s absolutely adorable!,� Brenda said with a lilt in her voice. �How long has she been in this role?�

�Two weeks,� Brandon said as he petted my hair.

�How much longer are you planning on keeping her like this?�

�A couple more days. Then we’ll visit the role a couple times a week, I figure.�

�She’s going to have a job I understand.�

�A job? Oh, yes, you mean the VP position. Yes, she’s going to be working during the day. Is that a problem?�

�No, not really. I can put her back in the role as soon as she gets home if you’d like.�

�Well, let’s play that by ear. I like to have someone sitting across from the dinner table. Maybe after dinner would be better. That way we don’t have to worry about special diets and the like.�

�I see your point. Still, let’s not lose what we have.�

�What do you have in mind?�

�I don’t see why we can’t put her into a scene each day after dinner. We’ll do full day role playing on the weekends unless you have plans.�

�You’ll handle the details like the cleaning and such?�

�Absolutely,� she said. �I’ll make sure she’s ready for you whenever you need her. And if you’re too busy to attend to her, I’ll make sure she’s kept occupied.�

�You’re a charm. Stephanie said you’d like to be my maid as well.�

�I do enjoy dressing in French Maid outfits. I have three outfits with me.�

�Can you manage a crew of servants?�

�Certainly,� she said with a cute English lilt. �I have some connections. I can bring in trusted people from a number of places. I assume you want people from the scene.�

�Exclusively,� he said. �If we’re going to play these games we’d better get dependable people.�

�What sort of budget are we talking?�

�A hundred for you. Two hundred for the rest of the staff. Three servant girls and one gardener/ chauffer, I think.�

�I know just the people. Now, let me get a good look at your little doggie. Come here, Love.�

Brenda petted my head as I licked her face and wagged my tail by wiggling my ass. �Speak!� she said.

�Arf!� I barked.

�Let’s try it again after I pull off this muzzle.� The muzzle was removed. �Try again. Speak!�

�Arf!� I barked louder.

�Very nice. But I prefer a higher pitch. �Speak!� she commanded again.

�Arf� I barked in a higher pitched voice.

�Much better. You’ll use that tone from now on when commanded. Understood?�

�Arf!�

�Good girl.� Brenda switched her gaze to Brandon. �I need to get unpacked. Where do I put my stuff?�

�The servant’s wing is on the east side of the structure. Just go down that hall until you get to the end. You’ll find an office at the end of the hall. That’s your room. Your bedroom is accessible from within.�

�Thanks. Would you please muzzle her again. I assume you can keep her entertained for an hour or so. Stephanie, have a good trip. And if I haven’t thanked you for all you’ve taught me, I can honestly say that I’d have never gotten this far without your help.�

�Thank you, Hon,� she said with that little twang in her voice.

I was told to heel beside Brandon. I was beginning to like being next to him. Did I actually say that? We walked outside where he found a tall palm tree. It was the first palm tree I had ever seen. I looked up for coconuts but found that it wasn’t that type of palm tree. I just didn’t want to get hit on the head by one.

Brandon sat down on the grass and pulled me up to him. �Lay down on my lap,� he ordered.

I was muzzled so I couldn’t smile. I was happy that they had yet to activate the dildo in my mouth. I hated sucking on that damn thing. Stephanie kept that thing active all day when I was staying with her in that cottage. If I hated one thing more than any other it was sucking on that cock. I was so glad she was gone!.

The straps of the muzzle held down my hair so Brandon really couldn’t mess it up by petting me. I was sort of glad for that but still, I was muzzled. I wanted to kiss him so badly! My God! How frustrated I was that I couldn’t talk to him or show him how much I loved him. I know that he felt my devotion to him. But I just wanted to get out of this role and be a woman again. Instead, I just put my head on his lap and whined softly. Well, this part of it wasn’t that bad, I guess.

We sat there for fifteen minutes or so, the palm tree shading us from the hot sun. �I miss our swing,� he said. �But then again, the view from here is nice too.�

Again I was frustrated. I wanted to tell him I missed the swing too and the porch and the soft music. I wanted to smile at him and kiss him. But all I could do was keep my lips wrapped around this rubber cock. God how I hated this more and more!

�How’s she doing?� Brenda asked, catching both of us by surprise.

�I want her out of this,� Brandon said sternly.

�I suppose you have a good reason. You haven’t seen her for a month from what I understand.�

�I want her out of this outfit. I can’t stand it anymore.�

Brenda knelt beside us. �If that’s what you want, I’m fine with it. But let me test her with a little fetch game and we’ll have a go at putting her into a slave girl outfit.�