Puppy Lessons: a Lesbian Puppy Play Story

By Kayla Rhodes

Cassie gives private lessons for girls wishing to become human puppies. It’s a dream job, no doubt about it! But one of her clients, Jody, seems a little different. It seems this girl only wants to learn the kink to save her relationship. Cassie is shocked to learn that not only is this girl quickly becoming her best student, but she’s starting to fall for her...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Rhodes
• Release date: Jul 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393516552

Kayla Rhodes

Kayla is an author of erotic short stories, specializing in weird kinks and misfit niches. Check out her website if you have any story requests!

Book preview

I’d put the ad online as a joke, but somehow it turned into a legitimate side business. Sure, it wasn’t without complications. Every so often, I’d have to explain to an awkward client that I wasn’t an actual puppy trainer. But, for the most part, people actually did want to learn how to become human puppies, and I was more than happy to teach them.

I sat down with my most recent student. So, Jody, right? I said, pulling out a crisp, new file for her. Nice to meet you. My name’s Cassie. Do you have any experience with puppy play?

She smiled, but it apologetic and nervous. No, not really, she said. This would be my first time.

And what about being a puppy girl appeals to you most? I asked.

She shrugged.

It’s okay, I assured her. Trust me, I understand.

I guess... it sounds... fun?

I never heard anyone sound so unsure. I put down my pen and closed the folder for a minute. "Jody, it is supposed to be fun. If you don’t allow yourself to enjoy the process, you’ll really be robbing yourself of one of the best parts of the experience."

Sorry, sorry, she said. It’s just... Really, I don’t know anything about it. It’s my boyfriend’s fetish, not mine. Things have been bad in the bedroom lately, and I just want to save the relationship, you know? I’m willing to put in the work, but I just have no idea what I’m doing. She curled in on herself a little, looking down at her lap. Please, help me? I’m worried this is my last chance.

My heart ached a little for her. She really did look devastated at the idea of losing her boyfriend.

And on a private note, I was surprised to hear her say ‘boyfriend’ and not ‘girlfriend.’ Normally I’m really good at recognizing other lesbians, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.

"I’d be happy