Just a bratty girl...

After he purchased them, he knew exactly what roles these two would play in his household. The one with her hands tied above her head is his little girl; the one on her hands and knees is his slut-puppy. 

They were best friends when they were kidnapped; in fact, they were kidnapped together, and it's so nice that they were sold together, too.

He's kept them apart until now. He didn't want them influencing each other's training.

He put his little girl in high heels she couldn't walk in, making her uncertain of every step. She wears white cotton panties and has a pacifier gag strapped into her mouth. She's spanked daily, whether by him or one of the male servants if he doesn't have time. She isn't allowed to go to the bathroom without permission; her reluctance to ask led to her wetting herself several times in the early days.

His puppy has to crawl everywhere, collar around her neck and leash hanging between her heavy breasts. She has to hump something at least five times a day -- a cushion, the edge of a coffee table, his leg. Her pussy is always expected to be dripping wet. She wears a ring gag to keep her drooling, a messy little slut with an eager tongue. He only fucks her on her hands and knees. She used to be rebellious, disobedient and always looking for a way to escape. The one time he found her trying to leave, he caned her ass and told her that if he ever caught her again, he'd tie her outside with her pussy up for the dogs. 

She hasn't tried to escape since.

In fact, she's the most obedient of the two now. She's settled into her role so nicely that he suspects she was just waiting for someone to come along and train her into the mindless slut she's always wanted to be. She follows him around the house, nuzzles into his crotch whenever she can; she drools and licks just like a puppy, and when he tells her to present, she has her chest down and her pussy high in the air within seconds. It's always dripping down her thighs and he smears his fingers through the mess, then dabs it on her nose. 

The other girl cries a lot, but that's to be expected from a little girl. She shies away from his touch, but he's trying to teach her that Daddy can touch his little girl wherever he wants, yes, even her naughty places. She's shy, but needy, broken down into a clingly little thing whose uncertainty makes her reach for the only familiar thing she knows -- her daddy, no matter how much she tries to resist him.

He leads his slut-puppy into the room by her leash. "Gently," he says, because she's already straining forward. His little girl is whimpering, tied up and unsteady with her hands above her head and her stance wobbling in high heels. She's blindfolded and scared, panties around her knees. This is new; usually, he makes her come cradled in his lap.

Slut-puppy's tongue hands from her mouth, so eager to start licking. He doesn't know if she recognises her friend. Maybe she's always wanted to get her mouth on her friend and is finally allowed to do it; maybe she just knows that puppies lick and they get rewards.

He lets his puppy press her face into his little girl's pussy. His little girl cries out in surprise. She starts begging, shaking her head, "No no no no no, please, no", but he can tell it feels good.

"Settle down, sweetheart," he says. He moves to stand behind her and cups her small tits in his hands. He rolls her nipples between his fingers. "Daddy's just letting you play with his doggy." He kisses the soft skin behind her ear. "She likes you," he whispers. "Maybe if you're both very good, Daddy will let her up on the bed with you and she can hump you a little, wouldn't that be nice?"