After several years
of being Milo's friend Lindy had grown quite frustrated with him. She
had thrown out signals and made overt comments to him every opportunity
that she had. Much to her chagrin, he had never once made a move on
her despite her encouragements.
Tonight would be
different. She knew that he was attracted to her and that had it not
been for their disparity in their ages that he would have made advances.
She respected the fact that at forty-0ne years of age he did not want
to take advantage of an inexperienced twenty-four year old woman. And,
though she was a bit worried about being rebuffed, she had decided to
make her wants clear.
As he lay there
on the floor of his roomy house she crawled over to him and tapped him
on his forehead. When he looked up at her she leaned in and kissed him.
He did not protest.
Shortly she found
herself looking down into the eyes of the man that had eluded and ignored
her advances for so long. As she ground her body against him he grasped
her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her neck. She moaned in ecstasy
as a long heaving orgasm shook her body.
Hand in hair he
guided her off of his body to lay on her belly. And, holding her head
hard to the floor he commanded her to lift her ass up. And when her
ass arose he plunged his cock back into her sex, making her grown as
another orgasm rocked her body. He ground deep inside of her, rocking
on her plump bottom.
She climaxed again
and again as he pushed himself into her. And then, pulling her by her
hair, he climbed off of her and guided her head to his awaiting cock.
She sucked greedily as he stood over her, holding her hair and guiding
her head roughly up and down his shaft. Her head swam in his forceful
use of her. She felt violated and yet hungry for more violation. And,
when finally he exploded, she swallowed his seed hungrily.
He held her head
on his softening cock until he softened. And when at last he was satisfied
he lay down with her beside him, head on his chest.
The early morning
sun crept into the room. As they stirred awake she found the need for
him again. And so, she slid her tongue down the length of his chest
to his cock and began sucking.
His hand found her
hair and began pushing her down on to his cock rougher than before.
And while parts of her wanted to resist she could not. His hard treatment
of her only made her want to satisfy him more. And when he exploded
in her mouth once again, she climaxed, too.
They lay there,
on the floor of his front room. His hand remained on her head, not allowing
her to pull his, now flaccid, cock from her mouth. She wondered when
he would allow her to move, while hoping that it would not be for some
got up to eat breakfast and to shower.
As she was drying
herself from her hot shower he began to explain himself to her and why
he had held her down. He exposed himself as wanting a compliant woman
who would submit to his needs.
"I tell you these
things now because we are friends." He said, "Should you decide that
you want a relationship with me you should know what you are getting
She shuddered. Her
entire upbringing and stubborn pride rebelled against the idea of being
subservient to a man. Still, it was intriguing and she became wet with
As she left his
house that day her mind wandered at the possibilities and what it would
mean. She ventured into a bookshop and bought a book on alternative
lifestyles. And, while many of the descriptions were unappealing, something
about them stirred her to wetness.
For much of the
next week she thought of the things that he had told her. She read over
things that she had previously read in the book that she had purchased.
And, finally, she decided to visit him again.
The knock was tentative.
He answered the door casually, inviting her in. She was surprised that
he acted no differently than he had before their sexual encounter. And,
as she threw out her signals and made her advances she was stunned to
find that he did not react. In fact, he reacted as though nothing had
Later that evening,
as he sat on the couch, she climbed into his arms and kissed him. Then,
she pulled back and told him of the book and the things that she had
"I could never be
treated like an animal." She told him. "And, as for the slave stuff,
I don't think that I could do that for more than a few hours at a time.
And you will never whip me or fuck my ass or humiliate me in any way."
He took her into
the bedroom and gently made love to her. And though she enjoyed it,
something was missing. And though she climaxed time and time again,
she felt emptiness in their lovemaking. Something was unfulfilled.
The next night she
wasted no time. Upon his opening of the door she drove herself into
his arms and kissed him hard and long. They retired to his bed immediately.
He slowed her frantic pace and made her lie in front of him on her side.
He held her in his arms. And, as she felt his chest press against her
back she shivered. And as his cock hardened and grew against her thighs
she grew more and more excited. He began grinded his cock between her
thighs and through the cheeks of her ass. As his cock slid between the
cheeks of her ass she felt fear. Still he ground against her, his cock
wetting the space between the cheeks of her ass. And finally, he slid
into her ass. And then, he was out.
She was stunned
that she wanted it back in her ass. And stunned yet again when his cock
slid into her ass for a second time, only to be withdrawn, yet again.
And she found herself grinding into his cock, trying to guide it into
the place that she told him would never be used. And when, at last she
found her sphincter stretched by his cock, she forced herself down onto
it, pressing her ass hard, into him.
Her head screamed
at the invasion. Her body screamed at the invasion. Yet, she could not,
would not, stop her motion. She left her body to the sensation, the
stretching, and the humiliation of it all. She left her body to its
urges and needs. She exploded in ecstasy again and again.
And, as he reached
climax he rolled to his back, leaving her painfully empty, and grasped
her hair and pushed her down to his awaiting cock. She resisted, briefly,
only to relent and suck his cock until he exploded into her mouth. And,
as he had on their previous encounter, he held her there, his cock in
Finally, he released
her hair and commanded her to stay as she was until he withdrew his
cock from her mouth.
When they awoke
to the sound of the alarm that signified the start of their new day,
she found his flaccid cock still in her mouth. Neither had moved during
the night. And she had slept as soundly as she ever had.
Again, that next
evening, after she had left work, she found herself at his home. This
time it was he who took her. As soon as he closed the door he stripped
her body and pushed her to her knees. He took her hard and without ceremony.
His cock slid into her already wet sex and he fucked her hard. She climaxed
over and over as he fucked her. She pushed against him, hard and fast
with his rhythm. And as it seemed that she would climax again he withdrew
and pushed into her ass.
She cried out as
his cock spread her sphincter. Even before he had fully entered her
she climaxed, screaming, in terrible pain at the rough entry. And, when
finally he had entered her ass completely she bucked against him and
Her head filled
with thoughts of things that she had read and things that he had told
her. She dreamed of the abuse and mistreatment that he had told her
about. And as she dreamed she climaxed over and over again. And when
he withdrew from her ass she collapsed only to be dragged by her hair
to the foot of his large recliner where she sucked his cock until he,
too, exploded with a body wrenching orgasm.
Her days at her
job became more tedious than they had been prior to her new relationship.
She found her mind wandering towards the carnal pleasures of life. Often,
she would find herself leafing through her, now worn, book on alternative
lifestyles. She found herself being more aroused by the illustrations
than she had previously been. She found that her daydreams drifted towards
carnal images that she had never before dreamed.
When she arrived
at his house that night she began chattering immediately. "OK, you can
fuck my ass and tie me up and you can even spank me a little. But, don't
think that you will ever treat me like and animal or humiliate me."
He smiled and kissed
her. "Hello to you too." he said grinning.
"And, don't think
that just because you managed to convince me to do…anything that you
can convince me to do more. So, if you can't deal with that then this
should end now. And, I will never act like one of those slaves who lives
only for her master. I am not that girl!" she finished.
She cried that night.
Her thoughts replayed time and again how he had humiliated her.
Her mind reeled at how easily she was made to beg to cum until she was
willing to bark like a dog. He had even led her around his home with
a leash attached to a heavy leather collar, making her bark, sit, and
roll over and whimper. And she had done it all happily, excited beyond
anything that she had experienced. And when, at last, he allowed her
ass to swallow his hard cock, she came, howling like the dog he told
her she was.
Naked, she sat,
on his bathroom floor, crying at what she had willingly done.
She did not visit
him for two weeks after that ordeal. Her book became ragged with wear
as she constantly perused its pages. Her thoughts were of him, always.
And though she did not call him or visit him she longed for him. And
when she let off work that Friday she went to him.
He did not receive
her as she thought that he would. He did not return the kiss she had
given him nor did he hug her as before. And, as she was about to leave,
crestfallen, he made his only statement.
"Lindy", he started
"you cannot behave this way. I am not yours to have whenever you wish.
I am not here for your pleasures. I told you that the woman for me would
perform for my pleasures. If you can remember that, this will continue.
If not, then we can be friends."
Haughty and angry
she turned from him and departed.
She was back at
his door, begging him to let her in by nine o'clock that evening. And
as she begged him to let her in she felt something in her give. The
humiliation that she was feeling began to arouse her sexually. And the
relief that she felt when he let her in filled her with a joy that she
had rarely felt.
He made her strip
her clothes off for him immediately after he closed the door. And as
he took his seat on the couch in the living room he directed she stand
directly in front of him with her hands to her sides.
Her excitement was
clear, as her nipples were erect and hard. Her sex rushed full with
excitement and glistened with its wetness. And despite the rooms warmth
she felt goose bumps rise on her body and she shivered in anticipation.
Her mind became
awash in her nakedness. She was more aware of her body now than she
had ever been. She tried not looking at him as her face flushed with
He told her to look
at herself in the floor length mirror against the far wall behind her.
She slowly turned and strode to the mirror to gaze at her naked form.
He made her run her hands across her breasts and squeeze her hard nipples.
She stroked the fine hair that covered her wet sex as he commanded her.
And then, finally,
he commanded that she retire to the bathroom to shower. "And when you
are finished you are to have no hair on your body below the neck."
As she shaved she
found herself wondering at her actions. Everything in her being was
commanding for her to leave, never to return. And yet, everything in
her being screamed for her to do as she had been commanded; And so,
she finished her assigned task
And when she finished
she presented herself before him. His huge presence now dominated the
room. And it was that same presence dominating her will.
She wondered why
she had not noticed this before. Her mind raced to remember when she
had seen him so strong and powerful. He seemed enormous as he sat on
his couch gazing at her.
When he commanded
that she display herself by turning slowly around she did so, without
question. As she turned she wondered at her obedience. She questioned
her sanity and her will as a woman. And as she came around again, to
face him, she no longer cared. He was all that she saw and all that
That night she was
presented with a wide leather collar. The silver rings shone brightly
on its dull black surface. And when he close the small lock at the back
of the collar a shiver ran through her body.
Adorned now in matching
cuffs on her ankles and wrists she felt her body swell with excitement.
That night, she agreed to do whatever he wished, no matter how terrible.
He made her understand that no cries would free her from whatever punishments
he wished to inflict on her body. And when, finally, he made love to
her she cried.
Her weekend was
filled with confusion, pain and ecstasy. She swam with guilt and pleasure
as she obeyed his whims. And, though she had not experienced any new
physical sensations, she felt an ashamed excitement at obeying his every
command and at behaving, in every way, like she had only his will to
control her actions.
She was tearful
when the alarm sounded Monday morning. She went to work, very aware
of her naked wrists, ankles and neck. She rubbed her neck, longingly,
wishing for the return of the collar. She would not see him for the
next month, as per his command. Her choice was simple. Over the next
month she was to decide if she would live the life he required or if
they would return to being friends, only.
Should she decide
to live the life he required she was to make all of the proper arrangements
herself. She would quit her job and sell all of her belongings save
those of sentimental value Then, when all was complete she was to present
herself to him, kneeling at his doorstep.
Her next week was
filled with anguish as she longed for him and his touch. She longed
for his kind manner and his rough, commanding touch. Mostly, she longed
for his strong presence, which brought her a fearful excitement that,
somehow, comforted her and made her feel secure.
She, again, leafed
through her well-used book. She could tell no one of the choice that
she had to make, fearful of their reaction, fearful of their judgment
and condemnation. Her only consolation in this difficult time of decision
was that book of fearful and perverse images and descriptions.
She cried as she
left the last of belongings, what she could not sell, behind. As she
drove out to his large home on the outskirts of the city she cried at
the loss of all that she knew. She questioned her judgment and her sanity.
For all that she knew this was a horribly wrong decision. But, somehow,
she had made it. And so, she drove, weeping and frightened to meet her
As she pulled into
his drive the garage door swung open. He knew she was there already.
She waited for a moment before pulling into the garage. Startled by
the garage doors closure she shuddered as she realized that the time
for turning back was past.
She slowly made
her way from the car to the door that would allow her entrance to the
house. As she passed through the vestibule that would gain her entrance
to the living room she removed her clothes as instructed only a month
He sat, watching
her as she passed through the vestibules doorway and into the living
room. She approached slowly to kneel in front of him and then, shaking,
she kneeled, placing her hands behind her back.
She looked up to
see him leaning forward to place the collar on her neck. She felt frozen
and her vision became blurred as she saw her life pour away before her.
She jumped as the lock clicked shut. Somehow, he was behind her. The
moments seemed impossibly slow and yet; all too quickly the cuffs, which
locked with a snap that seemed impossibly loud, encircled her wrists
She awoke next to
him, the previous night a blur of passion and sweat. That they had made
love was a certainty. But that was all that she knew.
Needing to relieve
herself she sat up to find that a heavy chain attached to the headboard
was secured to her collar. She roused him gently in hopes that he would
"Suffer," he told
her as he pulled her back into bed. Then he pushed her head down between
his legs to his hard cock.
She held his cum
in her mouth as he commanded. He freed her from the chain and guided
her into the bathroom and, after warming the water, stepped with her
into the shower. As commanded she washed him first and then herself.
Not until after she dried them both was she allowed to swallow the cum
that she still held in her mouth.
He dressed slowly
while explaining that her only clothing would be her cuffs and an occasional
blanket when it was cool enough to warrant it. She blushed, suddenly
aware of her nakedness, wishing that she could cover herself with something.
The next few weeks
were a blur for her. She began to admire him and see him in a way that
she had never seen him before. His ability to read her emotion was uncanny
to the point of being frightening, yet comforting. His ability to quietly
command her and make her want to serve him amazed her. And nearly every
occasion when she doubted her decision to become his was quelled with
a small gesture or word from him.
During these weeks
she became accustomed to his moods. She learned to read his thoughts
almost as well as he had learned to read hers. Nothing seemed to please
him more than her ability to present herself to him in the fashion in
which he wanted her at the moment. That he complimented her often was
of almost no import to her as her joy was derived, more and more, from
his pleasure in her.
The Other Room
After her first
several weeks learning to be what he wanted he decided that it was time
to show her his "special room", as he called it. Taking her into the
bedroom he showed her the false back to his closet. He explained to
her that he had previously sealed off a large room in his house and
created the false back to the closet as an entrance. And though he rarely
entertained guests he wanted a room that no one would stumble upon.
She gasped as she
entered the room. The ceilings were black and had heavy metal hooks
spaced evenly. The walls were covered in black padded leather and there
were several strange apparatus that she could only imagine the uses
for. As she walked towards the leather-padded table that occupied the
center of the room she noticed that the floor was covered with black
As they approached
the table he bade her to climb up on it and lay down on her back.
Mechanically she climbed onto it and laid her head in the cushion that
was obviously meant for her head. He locked her collar to something
unseen. She tested the binding to find it firm. He then filled her mouth
with a short, thick phallus and strapped it on her head, tightly. Then,
he lifted her knees to her chest and brought a strap across her legs
and locked it down to the opposing side, pinning her knees to her chest
as he tightened it.
with fear she strained against the bonds and screamed from beneath the
gag. As his face filled her eyes she became calm again. He brushed her
forehead and smiled a warm comforting smile. She sank into a blissful
state as he began caressing her thighs and rubbing her sex.
At the sudden stroking
of her sex her mind filled with shame. Her thoughts drifted to her easy
compliance with any touch to her body that stimulated her sexual urges.
She was becoming a thing of sex, she thought. She began crying at her
loss of control over her carnal urges. And almost immediately this thought
comforted her as he called her his pet.
He continued stroking
her until she neared climax. Then, he stopped. As she collected herself
from her sudden loss her body went limp in its bonds. And then, again
he began stroking her sex. Instantly, she reacted, straining at her
bonds in futility. And, when she neared climax he, again, stopped his
For two hours she
suffered this exquisite torture. She tried to beg from beneath the gag.
Paying her no mind, he made her suffer in carnal need. And then, he
slowly pulled the phallus from her aching mouth. And she begged him
to let her cum. Her mind was filled with one thought. And when finally
she could speak she uttered only one word: "Please?"
"What?" was his
let me cum. Please!" she begged. Over and over she repeated herself.
And over and over he repeated the same question. And, when she began
crying at her defeat, he began stroking her sex again.
Finally, he stopped.
Covered in sweat she whimpered and begged to cum.
She had lost herself.
She could think of nothing but her much needed orgasm. And she quietly
cried to him to make her cum. And when, at last, her senses returned
to her he told her that it was time that she started acting like the
pet that he wanted her to be.
of what he wanted hit her suddenly. She was to become that dog that
he had led on the leash that distant night. She was expected to bark
and do tricks as a common housedog might. She blushed that she would
consider such a thing, remembering how ashamed she felt from the one
night of behaving as a dog for him. The thought of behaving as such
made her recoil. And, somehow, the humiliation of such a thing aroused
her further, while filling her with shame.
Defeated, by her
carnal needs and her shame, she agreed.
He left her momentarily
to return with a small metal nametag. He held the tag over her head
and displayed it for her. The tag was stamped with her name. She cried
as he clipped it to her collar, fully realizing her shame and humiliation.
Now, he began stroking
her sex again. Briefly he stopped to retrieve a long thick plug that
he slid into her ass. And then, he began stroking her sex again. As
he stroked her he told her over and over that she was his dog. She was
his bitch, he told her. She nodded her head "yes" to his every word.
"The only words
you are to utter unless commanded are "may I cum" he told her.
And she nodded "yes"
to him. Over and over, as he stroked her sex, he repeated his directives
to her and over and over she nodded in affirmation. And in her mind
she repeated those words as often as he said them, her shame filling
her as her carnal needs overcame her senses.
Over and over he
stopped rubbing her as she neared climax. Over and over she begged for
him to let her cum until, finally, she screamed out "May I cum, master?"
She exploded in
agonizing ecstasy. Her body tensed in its bonds and she screamed. Her
thoughts left her entirely as she neared another orgasm.
"May I cum, master?"
And again she climaxed.
Her body convulsed savagely, shaking the heavy table dramatically. She
screamed in painful ecstasy, her mind void of reason or thought. Again,
and again she climaxed, not realizing that he was no longer stroking
her sex. Her screams filled the large room as the orgasms wracked her
body, one after another.
And then, finally,
they subsided. She closed her eyes as the sweat dripped from her body
and pooled on the leather-padded table.
When she awoke she
found herself in his bed wrapped in his blankets. She wondered if it
had been a dream. Her hand drifted to the collar to find the nametag.
She noticed, too, a strange discomfort in her ass. Her hand slid under
the covers to feel the plug that was still in her ass.
As she pulled the
covers from her body her heart skipped a beat. The plug had a tail.
She stood up and noticed that the tail was stiff, yet flexible, and
seemed to wag with her step.
She sank to the
floor and, holding her hands to her face, she wept. Her shame, at what
she had agreed to, abruptly sank into her being. She was no longer a
person. She was an animal. She was his animal. And in her shame, she
realized that that was, truly, how she saw herself now.
She was thankful
that he allowed her to remove her tail when she showered. And, as she
showered she was amazed at her acceptance of her new status. And though
she still felt shame at what she had agreed to become, it excited her.
Later that day he
explained to her what he expected her to do. She was expected to wear
the tail unless otherwise commanded. When she felt the need to use the
bathroom she was to remove it and put the tails plug into her mouth
and then replace it in her ass when she was finished. She was allowed
to remove it when she showered, as well.
She was to act like
a dog at all times. Communicating as a dumb animal might. Of course,
as he had said last night, her only words were to be "May I cum.", unless
otherwise directed. Too, she was expected never to walk upright except
for her chores and her daily workout.
As he laid out for
her the rules she would be living by she nodded in humble acknowledgement.
"Finally," he said,
I expect you to learn to wag that tail as a real dog might."
She nodded in affirmation.
Had he not worked
a steady job she would have lost track of time entirely. As it was she
only knew when it was a weekend by the days he did not leave for work.
Her first day alone
in the house with the tail was not easy for her. Her degradation and
humiliation nearly over came her. Several times, while doing her chores,
she broke down crying. She thought of pulling the tail out several times.
She did not.
She felt particularly
silly obeying her master's command to not walk upright when she was
finished with all of the duties he had assigned her. Still, the one
time she did walk upright she felt shame that she had done such a thing.
She could not understand why.
She pondered this shame. While lying on the floor in front of the door
she thought of how she could feel shame by acting as a normal person
might. How could she feel shame at walking upright as she had all of
It was then that
she realized that she thought of herself as his pet. After the degradation
of the other night she no longer felt as if she deserved to be considered
a person. She had, after all, succumbed to her basest of needs. She
had become an animal that night and still felt like one. And with this
realization she slept.
She woke as her
master was unlocking the door. And, as he passed the threshold she wagged
her ass and tail, hoping that he approved. He held his hand to her and
she licked it. And she pushed against him as he patted her head, all
the while hoping beyond hope that this was what he wanted and expected.
Over the next few
weeks she spoke only in barks, only breaking form when she begged him
to let her cum.
He fed her from
a dish in the kitchen. And though she was humiliated at this she felt
it fitting. And though she wrestled with her place as his dog, from
time to time, she came to accept it. And, over a time, she began to
enjoy how he treated her and how pleased he was with her.
For nearly six months
he had introduced nothing new to her. Her behavior was rarely in need
of modification. And she came to think of herself as his pet – his dog.
Even in the few conversations that he had allowed her she had found
it difficult to break form.
From time to time
she wondered how she had changed in her mind so much. The few thoughts
that were of her were on how drastic a change she had made in herself.
She wondered that her howling when she climaxed was so natural now.
Too, she noticed how natural wagging her tail was. And though the long
periods of having the plug inside of her had initially caused her pain,
she now felt empty without it and disliked removing it at all. She had
even begun to find it difficult to even use the words that would allow
her to cum.
As summer approached
he allowed her outside. The back of the house opened into a spacious
field and there were few houses in sight. The closest house to his,
in fact was difficult to see for the high grasses and trees that were
spaced between them.
She was very excited
to be allowed outside. And somehow, her nakedness never affected her.
One particular day,
he took her outside and sat with her in the swing on his back porch.
She was lying with her head in his lap, enjoying his caressing of her
body. After only a short time he walked her out into the field. He was
looking for something, though he did not say what he was looking for.
Finally, he picked
up a fair sized stick. Showing her the stick, her threw it and demanded
she fetch it. As she ran after the stick, her bare feet and hands crunching
the dry grasses, she began to cry. Her last vestige of pride had just
been ripped from her and she felt her final grain of humanity drain
That night she cried
herself to sleep. Her previous thoughts of what she had become came
crashing in as she wept. She had thought that she had fully accepted
her role as animal. This night, however, she had truly felt more like
an animal than at any other moment.
Lindy soon became
happy with her new found understanding. She even took pleasure in playing
fetch with her master. And, over the course of the next two years she
became to entrenched in her role as Milo's dog that she rarely thought
of anything but pleasing him.
On those rare occasions
when she was allowed to talk to him she found it almost impossible.
She had become so accustomed to being his dog that she found speaking
in words to be almost wrong. And, on those few occasions when she did
think of herself she realized that she loved Milo, deeply.
For the remainder
of the next five years her life was filled with Milo. Happily she did
everything that he commanded. He now fucked her with brutal force most
nights, plunging his cock into her sex and ass without care for the
pain that it caused her. She would howl in agonizing ecstasy as he hammered
into her willing body. And he would fuck her harder for her howling,
only to withdraw and make her suck his cock and swallow his cum when
he exploded in her hungry mouth.
And when he was
spent she would replace the void in her ass with her tail and lick the
sweat from his body, cleaning every inch of him with her tongue. And
then she would sleep in his arms until daybreak.
From time to time
he would take her into his hidden room and tell her what each apparatus
was for. And, though he never used any of the devices on her she was
fearful and hopeful that he would, one day.
Since that first
day that she had played fetch for Milo she had found it more and more
difficult to speak the words that would allow her to cum. It was not
that she was not capable of speaking them or that she forgotten them.
Rather, she had thought of herself as an animal from that day forth.
And though he would have her speak to him from time to time, she was
now filled with shame with every word that she spoke.
Shortly after his
fiftieth birthday Milo was diagnosed him with a rare and fatal form
of cancer. And though he was not outwardly ill, his time was short.
Upon hearing of
his fate Milo took appropriate actions. He notified his younger brother,
Dean, of his impending passing and requested his immediate presence.
His will was immediately drawn up leaving everything to his brother.
He told his brother that he wished for him to care of Lindy, who, he
believed, was now incapable of caring for herself. Dean agreed to live
at his brother's home and to care for Lindy. And, having no real interests
or family in his home of Pittsburgh he began making arrangements to
forward his belongings immediately.
Upon his brothers
arrival Milo explained, in detail, their living arrangements to him.
Dean had known of his brother's tastes and even shared similar, though
different, interests, so he was far from shocked. He was a bit intrigued
by it, actually.
As per Milo's wishes,
he was cremated. Dean scattered his ashes in the field of grass behind
the house. He returned to find Lindy, crying at the window.
She came to him
as he sat on the couch and buried her head in his lap. "There, there"
he said, "Dean is here to take care of you." And he stroked her hair
gently while looking down at her young shivering body, a sadistic glint
in his eyes.
Dean and Lindy:
When Dean had arrived
at his brother's home he found him looking fit and healthy. He found
it difficult to believe that the strong looking man before him was nearing
He had always looked
up to his older brother. And unlike so many siblings, they were close.
There had never been any secrets between them so Dean was not surprised
to find that Milo's lover was treated like a dog.
Further, his strong
loyalty and love for Milo dictated he obey his wishes to take care of
Lindy. And so it was that he made arrangements to terminate his life
in Pittsburgh and create a new life here.
A New Beginning:
For the next few
weeks Lindy and Dean comforted each other. Often, they slept together,
finding comfort in each other's embrace, in their mourning. During this
time Lindy continued her daily chores as they had been previously prescribed
while he made the final arrangements in taking over his brothers estate.
Often, she wondered
why she continued behaving as she had previously. Parts of her felt
embarrassed at behaving like a dog in front of Dean. Still, she never
broke form. Interestingly, to her, she realized that she had completely
given up her humanity. This was an odd idea for her as she had long
since given up thoughts of being anything but a dog. But, the simple
fact that she could feel embarrassment at her actions told her that
she had not.
They had been living
together for about two months. Dean's care had been of constant comfort
to her. And though he had never acted as anything but a caretaker to
her, it was clear to her that he was very attracted to her. She was
not certain how this made her feel.
It was about this
time that Dean had a large box delivered to their home. Upon his opening
of the box she discovered that the box contained a cage that was not
large, but not small. And though she wondered what it was for, she did
not ask, for that would have required words.
Later that night
he brought the cage into their bedroom and placed a pillow within. "Milo
has told me everything of your relationship," he told her, "and he told
me to take care of you as if you were mine. So, I think it is time that
you had a more fitting place to sleep." And with those words he gestured
she enter the cage. Her head drooped as she obeyed his command.
She found that it was difficult to crawl into the cage, as it required
her to enter with minimal movements, being barely tall enough to allow
her body entrance even though she was crouched with her knees to her
Once in the cage
she found that there was a hole at its opposite end through which her
head was, obviously, meant to fit. There was also a short padded shelf
on the outside of the cage on which she could rest her head. And when
the door closed behind her she found that she her ass was pressed tightly
against it. Further, her shoulders were firm against the side of the
cage that was, thankfully, padded.
She felt him flick
her tail, which was fitted through the heavy metal wired cage at the
opposite end. And then he covered the cage with a heavy blanket and
bid her sweet dreams.
As she struggled
for sleep in her enclosure her mind wrestled with her new situation.
She wondered why she had continued to act like a dog in front of Dean.
She thought of how, trapped in this cage, she felt even more animalistic
than she had before. She thought back to the day when she had realized
that she had not lost all of her humanity. And she wondered if this
would be the final part in her reduction into a beast.
That night, she
decided that she would terminate her life as a dog. Tomorrow she would
stand erect. Tomorrow, she would become a human being, again. Tomorrow
she would leave and find a new life.
The next morning
Dean opened the cage and removed her plug. Then, commanding her not
to move he placed the plug in her mouth and kneeled down behind her.
Then, he slid his erection into her already wet sex. She watched the
tail wagging in her mouth as he slowly fucked her.
She became dizzy
as he fucked her, feeling every movement as though it were amplified
a hundred times. She distinctly felt every thrust into her. Every movement
of the cage seemed thunderous in her ears. And with every grunt he emitted
she found herself growing more excited.
He thrust hard against
her, sliding in and out of her excited sex. Then, he slid from her sex
and brought his cock to her ass. She felt every inch of him as he slowly
entered and stretched her sphincter. She pressed against him, forgetting
her determination from last night. Still, she watched the tail wag in
front of her. And she cried as she realized that her determination from
last night, to terminate her current life, had evaporated.
As he climaxed he
pounded hard against her, causing her pain, triggering an intense orgasm.
She howled behind the plugs wagging tail as she shuddered through her
Her heart sank as
he withdrew from her. She thought back to the day that she had first
realized the power of her carnal lusts. She played through her minds
recording of the day that she had discovered that her animalistic side
was more powerful than her human side. And she thought to herself how
right Milo had been in treating her as his bitch.
And so, she did
not walk erect that day. She did not leave and find a new life. Instead,
she embraced her life, as she had before Milo's passing.
For the next year
she and Dean were quite satisfied in each other. Frequently she spent
the night caged. But, too, she was often invited into his bed for the
night. And, as the memory of Milo's passing became distant she came
to appreciate Dean.
Though it was not
necessary, due to the wealth he had inherited from Milo, Dean felt the
need for employment. And when he began working steadily she fell back
into the old schedule of keeping house as she used to. She even greeted
Dean, with a wagging tail, as she had Milo, so long ago.
Shortly after the
anniversary of Milo's passing Dean began to exhibit slightly more sadistic
tendencies than he had previously exhibited. Now, she found that her
tails plug was considerably larger. The first time it had been installed
was after she had been placed in her cage for the night. He had pulled
the original plug out rather forcefully and then shoved the new one
in. Had the original plug not been in her mouth when he pushed the new
one in, she would have howled out in agony.
For the rest of
that night her ass ached terribly. And when, the next day, he removed
it to push it into her mouth she realized why. She could not close her
mouth over it as she could her other plug and it held her mouth achingly
That morning, as
he fucked her she felt every stroke as if it were her first time. His
cock seemed too large for her sex and then, as he slid past her aching
sphincter and then fully into her aching ass, she felt as though she
were being split open.
She moaned in pain
as he began his slow stroking in her tortured ass. With every thrust
her head sang in a medley of pain. With the occasional withdrawal from
her aching ass she determined to leave him. And with every painful re-entry
she gave into her pain until, finally, she exploded in tortured pleasure.
Finally, he withdrew
to fill her mouth with his seed. Dutifully, she drank it down with relish,
forgetting her vows to leave him.
Over the next weeks
she grew use to the size of the plug. She was surprised that she took
to its large size so well. On those moments when she was alone and duty
free she pondered over her decision to leave him and then at her lack
of conviction to leave. She thought, often, of how much further she
had become prisoner to, not only Dean but to her carnal needs. And she
wondered if and when her animalistic needs would overcome her humanity
Suddenly, one morning,
it dawned on her that she had not uttered a word of English since Milo's
passing. All of her communications had been in barks and whines and
by wagging her tail. She determined to speak. She determined to stop
this game of perversity and degradation.
Later that day,
dean arrived home to find her sitting on the couch, watching television.
Furious, he scolded her and demanded she immediately retire to her cage.
Dissolving in humiliation
she ran, on all fours, to her cage. As he locked the door behind her
she wept. She was mortified at her instant reaction to obey and her
instant dismissal of her determination to quit her present state of
Later that night,
Dean let her from her cage and led her into the hidden room of the house.
Lindy followed him,
on all fours, into the room. Turning on the one light in the room he
directed her to put her tail in her mouth and then to sit in a chair
that stood on the far wall.
Obeying him immediately
removed the plug from her ass and pushed it into her mouth. Then, on
her hands and feet she ran over to the chair and took her place in it.
Strapping her legs to the chair legs and her wrists to the arms, he
explained to her that she would be punished for her earlier transgression.
Finally, as he strapped her head to the headrest on the chair, he explained
the use of this chair and the controls beside it.
She cried as she
felt the large phallus enter her ass. Her next sensation was her sex
being violated by a similarly sized phallus. Then, he removed the plug
from her mouth and replaced it with a rubber mouth guard.
Her body tensed
as both phalluses began a slow thrusting rhythmic thrusting. And, despite
her knowledge of what would soon come, she felt herself becoming excited.
She moaned as the thrusting brought her close to orgasm. And then, just
as she was nearing release she felt the sudden jolt of electricity that
made her body tense in agony. She bit down hard on the mouth guard,
emitting a scream.
And when, at last,
the electrical charge was cancelled the rhythm of the phalluses continued,
further arousing her. And though she knew that pain was imminent she
could not control the sexual pleasure that she was feeling. Again, as
she approached climax, Dean triggered the powerful electrical charge
that sent her reeling in pain.
For nearly two hours
she suffered through her torture, an animal in hell. And in those few
moments when she collected her wits, before she lost control to her
sexual stimulation, she steeled herself to leave this life as an animal.
It was morning when
she woke. She found that she was newly cleaned and swaddled in warm
blankets. And as she passed the mirror that adorned the closet doors
she looked at herself.
She was almost surprised
at her image. She looked hard at herself from all angles. Her hair glistened
in sandy blonde curls. She ran her fingers through it. Still, shoulder
length, as it had been when she had first become Milo's pet. Only now,
on her hands and knees, it draped down, nearly to the floor.
She wiggled to watch
the wagging tail from between her, still plump, ass. She remembered
that her bottom had always been slightly large and soft. Now, still
large, it was round and well toned. She wiggled again, smiling, proud
of its shape.
Then, she examined
her body. Slightly chubby when she had given herself over all those
years ago, it had become quite toned and lean. She smiled at the shape
of her legs, strong and well shaped. The cuffs on her ankles seemed
to accent her shape even more.
She sat up on her
knees to examine her breasts. Pleased that her breasts remained firm
and perky. She ran her hands across them and felt of their weight. She
was amazed at her instant arousal at even her own touch. Then, she let
her hands flow over her hard flat stomach. Though not a washboard stomach
she could see slight definition beneath her skin.
She ran her hand
across her naked sex. She blushed at the wetness that she felt. She
wondered how it was that she could be aroused. Then it dawned on her
that she could not remember a time, recently, when she was not aroused.
She thought back
as far as she could remember. Somehow, though she remembered that there
was a time before Milo, she could remember nothing of it. Her earliest
memories seemed to begin with the day that she gave herself over to
She sank her head
down to the floor and raised her ass and wiggled. She smiled at the
sight. She became further aroused so she wiggled more and more. She
began moaning as she reached a quiet climax.
And, when finally
her orgasm subsided she thought to herself. "I am a dog. I am that bitch
that Milo had always wanted." And, on hands and toes, she pranced from
She was in terror.
Her hands were bound to the headboard of the bed and her legs were bound,
tightly, to her chest. She could get little air and could not scream.
She was nearly delirious with fright and lack of oxygen as his hand
was locked continuously around her throat, allowing her just enough
oxygen to remain conscious.
Despite her fear,
her sex was wet and engorged. Every orgasm that had passed her body
was accompanied by terror and confusion. And when he pulled his cock
from her sex and plunged it into her ass she lost her sight.
When, finally, her
sight returned he was over her, thrusting his cock into her mouth. Automatically,
she sucked his cock. She was keenly aware of the taste of her ass and
Her senses became suddenly aware of the musky odor of her own ass, mingled
with the musky odor of her sex and sweat.
he mouth was filled with his semen. She tasted it more fully that she
could ever recall. The force of his ejaculate was almost overpowering
as it hit the back of her throat. Her mouth filled to overflowing, she
swallowed. It seemed that she could not swallow fast enough as his cum
spilled from her mouth.
Finally, it was
over. Spent, he rolled from her body. She lay gasping for breath, whimpering,
as he fumbled for her plug and thrust it into her gaping ass. She barked
at rough intrusion but made no other protest. Shortly, an exhausting
sleep overcame her.
She came to look
forward to Dean's rough handling of her. She felt more fully enveloped
in her role as an animal. And somewhere, amidst the realization that
she enjoyed how it made her feel, she realized how much she felt the
need to be humiliated. And with that, she gave up on her occasional
thoughts of being away from this life.
Over the weeks,
as Lindy became more accustomed to her rough handling, Dean began finding
that he was losing interest in, what he thought of, as dull role-playing.
Dean had always had a tendency toward more sadistic and perverse causes.
And so, he decided that his promise to take care of her did not eliminate
the fulfilling of his own wants.
Lindy was introduced
to Mark on the day he brought over Buddy. Mark had eyed Lindy quite
lasciviously. He had even made an offer to Dean to purchase her from
him right in front of her. Dean merely thanked him for the offer and
Later that evening,
Dean began binding Lindy to a heavy, leather padded bench. Pulling her
arms to her side he pushed her knees to her chest and spread them slightly.
Then after securing her legs with a leather strap he pulled her ankles
down and attached two cables to the cuffs that encircled them so that
her legs were completely straight. He looked down at her approvingly.
"I do like how your calves frame your face, Lindy." He told her.
Sitting down on
the floor beside her, at the foot of the bench, he began to stroke her
sex. She reacted instantly. As he stroked her he began telling her the
story of his friendship with Mark. She listened intently, amazed by
it. She neared climax several times, only to have him stop stroking
her before she could. Finally, he stood up and called out a name.
She heard Buddy
pad into the room. It was then that she realized that the stories of
Dean and Mark were not mere tales. They were true.
tried to raise her head and look about. However, her position prevented
her from seeing anything but her calves. The only vision of Buddy that
she had was in her own head.
Dean sat down and
began stroking her sex again. Despite her fear she reacted instantly.
Dean began to tell her a story. This story involved a pretty, sandy
blonde girl with pert breasts and a large ass who was getting fucked
by a large golden retriever.
She neared climax
and he stopped rubbing her only to resume once again when her moment
had passed. She remembered back to that day, so long ago, when Milo
had tortured her in similar fashion. That was the night she became a
dog for him.
For long and long
he tortured her, telling her to beg for the dog. She thrashed as much
as she was able. She howled and moaned and fought. She did not want
to give in to this. Acting like a dog was humiliation enough, but to
fuck one was out of the question. She could not- would not do it.
She tried to resist
her carnal needs. But, finally, she could not, bursting out the words
she promised never to utter. "Please let me fuck the dog." She whimpered.
He made her beg him, over and over. And, though her mind revolted at
the thought of fucking the dog she continued begging to fuck the dog.
And, finally, she did.
The first time the
dog fucked her was painful and hard. The dog jumped up on top her and
grasped her body with his large paws. His cock lunged at her with no
seeming target. Then, finally, he hit his mark. She whimpered with the
intrusion as the dogs cock poked into her ass. And as she lost herself
in the humiliation she climaxed.
She never knew how
long the dog fucked her for, only that he had fucked her and that she
climaxed time and again.
When at last the
dog had finished his coupling with her she was released from her bonds.
Some minutes later she found herself on all fours with the dog sniffing
and licking her sex and ass. Instantly she reacted excitedly. The dog
mounted her and found his mark instantly, filling her sex with his excitement.
And she climaxed.
When she awoke the
next morning she was filled with shame. She had fucked Buddy numerous
times last night. She was grateful that Dean had seen fit to put something
over Buddy's paws so that the dog's paws did not scratch her. Otherwise
she was very ashamed. "I am a dog fucker," she thought to herself. She
thought, somehow, fitting.
She wondered how
often she would be made to fuck the dog, for she knew that last night
was not a one time occurrence. But, how often would she be so reduced
She gazed outside
to see Dean playing with a large golden retriever. She had not noticed
until now what breed the dog was.
"Buddy, my lover."
She thought. "I am a dog fucker."
She turned from
the window as Dean brought Buddy inside. Immediately after Dean slipped
what looked like sox over Buddy's forelegs the dog made a beeline for
her and began licking her sex.
As she pushed him
away, Dean reprimanded her. "Never, ever do that", he said.
Lindy dropped her
head in acceptance and let the dog to resume licking her. Almost immediately
she found herself moaning with excitement. And when, finally, the dog
mounted her and slid his cock in her sex she climaxed.
The future found
Lindy fucking the dog regularly. More often than not Dean would make
her guide the dog into her asshole and suffer the rough assault. He
preferred that since the dogs rough intrusion always caused her pain.
Often, when Dean
would arrive home after work, he would find Lindy and Buddy coupled.
And though she had initially tried to resist the dog while Dean was
not in the house, she found it nearly impossible.
Often, in the midst
of her housework the dog would approach her from behind and paw at her
leg. When she didn't comply with his wants he would leap up on her and
try to push her down. Eventually, the dog always won out, pushing her
tiny form to the ground. Then, he was quick to mount her and thrust
himself into her always-receptive sex.
gave up on having any control over her sexual relationship with the
And when the dog would make clear his wants she would immediately take
a position on all fours and let the dog fuck her at will.
One day, as Dean
was fucking Lindy from behind, the dog entered the room and tried mounting
her from the wrong end. Instantly, at the thought of her sucking the
dog's cock, he came.
withdrawal he forced her to lie on his bench with her head hanging over
the edge. The dog needed little coaxing to mount her. Understanding,
and defeated, at what was expected of her she opened her mouth to receive
his cock. Crying, she guided his cock into her open mouth. She found
it necessary to use her hands to keep the dog from choking her. Soon,
her mouth was filled with the dog's ejaculate. She swallowed, as she
knew she was expected to do.
From that day forth,
Dean told her she was the exclusive property of the dog and he never
fucked her again, finding more enjoyment in his voyeurism. Often, he
would retire to a corner and masturbate while he watched her fuck or
suck the dog.
From time to time
she would remember back to her happiest times, with Milo, before he
had gotten sick. He had always told her that he wanted her to be his
bitch. She knew that her current situation was far from his intentions.
Still, she thought, he would have been proud at how malleable she was
and how she could come to enjoy most any sexual activity, even if it
were with an animal.
As for Dean, she
loved him, though he was less and less a part of her life. He took good
care of her, making certain that all of her needs were met. But, rather
than live his life as her master and owner he had faded into a corner
of her mind as he had the house; Often, she wondered what it was that
drove him into a corner to watch her and the dog, masturbating frantically
when he could have had her, instead.
And so, she lived
her life, lover and slave to her owner's dog. She never regretted it,
though it did was often annoying having no say so in when the dog took
her. Still, she loved the dog and she enjoyed the way it felt when he
mounted her and pushed its knot into her sex or ass.
Eventually, as all
things do, her life changed. Dean became sickly, his body wracked with
the same debilitating cancer that Milo had been afflicted with. And
when he finally passed, she was with him, holding him in her arms in
the company of his doctor.
She was now 42 years
old and still a beautiful woman and the inheritor of several million
dollars and a large estate. And, while she had little idea how to live
alone or run her new estate, she was fortunate enough to find the companionship
of one of Dean's accountants.
He was well informed
about her and Dean's life. And, after being initially put off by her
odd behavior and the knowledge of what she was and how she lived, he
soon became enamored of her. And after a whirlwind romance the two were
married and took up life in her large home.
They lived a long
and happy life