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Lindy's Tale
by H. Dean (thetrinityh@aol.com)
***
Lindy becomes slave to a master who trains her to
become his dog. Later, after his passing, she is left
to his brother who takes her further. Training her as
his dog to suit his pleasures. (Mdom/F, d/s, rom,
beast, ws, bd)
***
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-one
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.
Silence.
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 time.
Eventually, they 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 into."
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
the thought.
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 happened.
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 been
thinking.
"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 grinding 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 her
mouth.
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 fucked him.
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.
The Morning:
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.
The Fall:
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 embarrassed
excitement.
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 mattered.
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.
Arrival:
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 fate.
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 earlier.
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
and ankles.
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 unlock her.
"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
rubber tiles.
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.
Suddenly filled 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 ministrations.
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 only utterance.
"Please, master, 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.
The realization 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?" she screamed.
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.
Duties:
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 her
life?
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 away.
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.
Last Days:
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 death.
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 brother's 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
chest.
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
orgasm.
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 wide.
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 completely.
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 living.
Later that night, Dean let her from her cage and led
her into the hidden room of the house.
Punishment:
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.
Discovery:
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 Milo.
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 the room.
Deans Perversion:
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 sex.
Her senses became suddenly aware of the musky odor of
her own ass, mingled with the musky odor of her sex and
sweat.
Then, abruptly, 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 declined.
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.
Frantically, she 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.
Release:
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 and
humiliated?
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.
Her Life:
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.
Eventually, she gave up on having any control over her
sexual relationship with the dog.
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.
Immediately, upon 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.
Epilogue:
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 past, 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.
H. Dean (stories.web1000.com)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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